Alpha Dandy Dawson's Hot Wrestling Backstory

Chapter Eight

The Reckoning: Settling Scores

Just to remind you from Chapter 7...

Just then, Dawson’s mobile phone on his desk chirped.  Dandy looked down at it and opened his text app.  “We’re coming for you, you piece of shit.”  Dawson frowned.  All the previous texts had been from one guy.  Were there two men out for Dandy?  Chirp!  Another text message appeared on the promoter’s phone.  “Meet us tomorrow at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym if you got balls.  In the private ring in back.”  

“Persistent texter?” Cedric asked.  “Yeah, some guys who want to settle an old score,” Dandy sighed.  The TSWF promoter sat back in his chair and glanced over at Brutus from Brazil.  He said “I’ve got a job for you.  The fuckers won’t know what hit them.”  The long black-haired Ultimate Alpha Male nodded and palmed his crotch.  “Anything, boss,” he said, “Anything for you.”

The TSWF promoter turned to Cedric, chuckling, “Hey, you give such good head that I’m willing to give you an exclusive.  Just come with Brutus and me tomorrow to Sal’s gym.”  The reporter’s eyes widened and he grinned, saying “You don’t have to ask me twice!” 

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Grinning, Gary “The Tank” Bennett flexed his biceps in the private ring at Sal’s gym.  Opposite him outside the ring was a full-length mirror and the 45-year old muscle stud liked what he saw.  He still had his wavy blonde hair on top and fades on the side.  His blue eyes and handsome face beamed.  At 6’3” 235 pounds and smooth all over, Bennett could still boast of a defined 51” chest and 22” biceps.  His 35” quads were stronger than ever.  His 8” cut cock was packed inside his bright yellow Speedos.

Standing next to the Blonde Bodybuilder and lifting his arms to double bi-flex at the same mirror was Gary’s now long-time partner, Earl “The Freak” Gleason.  Earl still clocked in at 6’4” and 240 pounds.  All smooth, his ebony-colored skin was a thing of perfection and showed off his 52” chest, 22” biceps, 33” waist, and 35” quads.  His Destroyer cut cock at 9.5” was still a heat seeking missile.  It was stuffed inside a white Speedo that contrasted nicely with his dark skin.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” exclaimed Earl as he gazed on his pumped biceps.  “Fuck yes,” replied Bennett before he dropped his pose, “I’m glad you convinced me to come back here…to face my demons.  I’ve waited years to even the scales with Devious Dave Dawson.  Today’s the day.”  “So good, sugar,” Gleason almost cooed, “I know you wanted to bend Dawson over and own his hole those many years ago.  And today, you’ll get that wish after squashing the asshole.”

“If he’s got the guts to show up,” observed Bennett, “I’m sure he’s bringing protection, too, but that’s why I got you.”  Gary turned and planted a kiss on Gleason’s left cheek.  The Freak turned towards Bennett and their lips locked.  Earl’s tongue invaded Bennett’s mouth deepening the kiss.  Both men’s bulges began to swell but they pulled back from each other.  “We’ll have some personal alone time later, stud,” Gleason said, “But first it’s down to business with Dawson.”

As if on cue, the door to the ring room opened and Tri-State Wrestling Fed chair Dandy Dawson strode in.  “Look at what we have here!” the promoter began, “If it isn’t my former foreman who was DP’d in this very ring.  And his…what?  His top?”  “The only one getting topped today is you!” exclaimed Bennett as he extended his right hand and pointed at Dawson, “You fucked me over in this ring and today I’m taking you down.  And the cameras,” he added, pointing upwards at cameras blinking red above each side of the ring, “are gonna record every minute of your defilement.  You’ll be laughed out of the TSWF once Earl and I finish with you.”

Dawson had paused by the entrance.  He was now smirking, “Is that any way to treat your old boss?  Why don’t we let bygones be bygones?”  Slowly, he removed his gray sweat shirt revealing his leanly muscled body.  At 55, 6’1” and 185 pounds, he remained quite fit.  Dawson was hairless except for cropped dirty blonde armpit hair and trimmed silver pubes. He had a 46” chest, 18” biceps, 32” waist, and 32” quads.  The TSWF promoter palmed his package then pulled his grey sweat pants down his legs revealing his silver Speedo and bulge with the imprint of his cut 7.5 inch cock.  “The last time we were here, you were slobbering all over my thick dick, remember that?”

“Get the fuck up here.  I ain’t wasting any time.” demanded Bennett from the ring.  Dawson put up his right hand, “Soon…soon, but first, let me introduce you to my bodyguard Brutus from Brazil and a reporter from the Gay Wrestling Times, Cedric.”  With that introduction, Brutus marched into the ring room trailed by the black reporter.  The Ultimate Alpha Dom was already dressed in a black Speedo and nothing else.  He had piercing green eyes and a black beard.  While it was trimmed, he had let the point of it grow a longer.  Brutus was massive at 6’7” and 280 pounds, with 55” pecs and 24” biceps.  His whole body was covered in dense black fur.  Bennett and Gleason could see the Giant’s huge pouch containing his monster 12” uncut Anaconda.

Earl Gleason laughed—apparently not concerned about Brutus’s height and weight advantages, much less the size of his cock.  “Bring it on, Bitches!” he exclaimed, cupping his prodigious bulge, “The Destroyer can’t wait to own some fine Brazilian ass!”  Brutus started to move towards the ring, but Dawson put his hand on the giant’s shoulder. 

“Hold on, Brutus,” Dandy whispered, “We’ll demolish them both…soon.  I’m gonna let Gary have some fun, for a while.  Kind of lull him into a false sense of security.  Don’t interfere unless I call out a code word, ‘Rio,’  That’s when you take out the Dumb Blonde Bitch and the Black Bodybuilder.”  Brutus nodded his understanding, saying “Rio.  Got it, boss.”

While Cedric quickly took a seat on a metal chair in the front row, Dawson and Brutus ascended the steps and slid into the ring.  Now the four gladiators stood face to face.  Dandy said “I think Gary here and I should settle our score first, don’t you?”  He looked at Earl and then sideways at Brutus.  The two behemoths nodded and backed away, stepping between the top and middle ropes on opposite sides of the ring.  Dawson continued, “As I said, Gary, let’s let bygones be bygones.  We had a little fun with you many years ago.  You even seemed to enjoy it, too.  No reason to be upset about it now.”  He extended his right hand in a gesture of friendship.

Bennett looked at the hand warily.  He slowly began to raise his right arm to shake the promoter’s hand.  At the last second, The Tank grabbed Dandy’s right wrist.  He twisted it up and over Dawson’s head and applied a single armed CHICKEN WING to his back.  “Nnngghh!”  Dawson groaned and Bennett immediately pulled up the promoter’s left arm pinning it as well behind his back.  Bennett hissed into Dandy’s ear “Do you think I’m some stupid Jobber?” 

“Fuck you, Bitch!” Dawson exclaimed as Bennett used his superior strength to keep him pinned at center ring.  Brutus looked on, his eyebrows raised.  He mouthed “Need help?” at his boss who was grimacing in pain.  But Dawson shook his head no.

“That’s the way, show old Dave who’s the fucking Alpha now!” exclaimed Gleason from his corner.  Bennett’s bulge was pushing into Dawson’s Speedo-covered butt and both men could tell that The Tank was getting hard.  Gary pressed Dandy forward towards his own corner where Gleason stood.  

When they arrived, he SLAMMED the promoter face first into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  “Ugh!” As Dawson began to rise up, he felt Bennett’s big hand on the back of his head and, once again, his face was SLAMMED into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  “Ugh!”  Then he did it for a third time—BANG!  “Ugh!”— making Dandy see stars.  The promoter staggered backwards out of the corner.

Gary stopped his movement by applying a rear naked chokehold with his right arm.  With his left hand, The Tank grabbed the back of Dawson’s waistband and YANKED it up, giving the silver-haired Daddy Heel a tight wedgie.  “Aaaggghhh!” growled Dawson as he felt his ass crack flossed and his balls squeezed tight.  His bare ass cheeks were on display.  Bennett paraded Dandy around the ring in his chokehold and wedgie, making sure his ass was captured by every camera.

Brutus winced but felt his Anaconda swelling in his black Speedos.  Something about watching an Alpha Dom getting humiliated turned him on.  Gleason hollered from the opposite corner, “That’s what I’m talking about!  Show the fucker who’s the boss now.  Who’s the Alpha in the ring!”

Once back at center ring, Gary transitioned from his chokehold to an INVERTED FACE LOCK.  He wrapped his right arm around Dandy’s throat and neck, bent the promoter backwards, and YANKED his face into his smooth armpit.  “Fuck yeah!” yelled Gleason encouragingly, “Suffocate the Bitch in your pit!”  

Dawson’s arms were flailing as his nose and mouth were forced into Bennett’s deep cavern of an armpit.  Then The Tank suddenly dropped to his right knee while extending his left one.  CRACK!  Dawson’s back hit Gary’s knee while he remained fully immobilized in The Tank’s DRAGON SLEEPER.  “Boss?” Brutus half-shouted, waiting for the code word.  Dawson was trying to remember the word he had given the Hairy Giant but his brain was foggy from being choked then partially suffocated in The Tank's pit.  What was it?  River?  Riviera?

“Lick my pit, Daddy Bitch!” Bennett demanded.  He looked upwards at one of the cameras and flashed a cocky grin, speaking to future fans who would stream this match, “So much for your Heel of a promoter!  He’s where he belongs, don’t you think?  Stuffed into my sweaty pit?”  As he watched, Gleason’s 9.5” cock hardened.  He loved seeing his partner dominate the TSWF chair. 

Dawson wasn’t sure what to do.  He was getting squashed by his former foreman.  The promoter’s air supply was virtually cut off.  He could tap Bennett’s 35” quad and be released only to be fucked, on camera no less.  Or he could try to hold on.  If only he could remember that fucking code word.  Was it Rioja?  Dawson’s cock--with a mind of its own--perked up in his silver Speedo.

“I said, LICK IT!” the former foreman ordered the promoter once more.  Dawson thought he would buy more time.  He slowly extended his tongue and began to lick the smooth cavern, tasting the salt of The Tank’s sweat.  “That’s it…Fuuucckkk.  You make a good Bitch,” moaned Bennett.  

Cedric was typing as he watched, shocked the TSWF promoter had become so submissive in the ring.  But The Tank was much bigger and stronger and the Dragon Sleeper was a killer hold once you had a guy in it.

Surprisingly, after several seconds of letting Dawson slobber all over his pit, Gary released the hold and let the promoter fall backwards onto the canvas.  His Speedo tented upward for the cameras.  Bennett’s domination had indeed gotten Dandy worked up.  The Tank’s yellow Speedos showed that he too was fully aroused.  His hard 8” cut cock was visibly outlined in a diagonal shape across his pouch.  He raised his arms and double bi-flexed above Dawson.  “I’ll get you fucker.  I don't care how long it takes.  I'll destroy you,” the promoter sneered from the canvas.  

Bennett leaned down and grabbed the promoter’s right arm.  He yanked him to his feet then half-dragged him over to the ropes.  Gary quickly tied Dawson’s arms into the top and middle ropes.  Dandy complained “What the fuck?” as his still-mostly-bare butt cheeks settled on the middle rope.  What was the fucking code word, he thought to himself.

Gary stood directly in front of the promoter.  His swollen bulge pointed at Dandy’s face.  Cupping the back of Dawson’s head, he guided his former boss’s mouth to his package.  He moved Dawson’s face up, down and sideways against his bulge.  “Open up!” he demanded.  Dandy shook his head no, but Bennett bitch slapped his cheeks twice.  WHAP!  WHAP!  Dawson slowly opened his mouth.  He began sucking on the fabric of the yellow Speedo around the head of The Tank’s hard cock.  “Submissive Beta!” Bennett crowed.

Bennett let go of Dawson’s head and stepped outside the ring.  He stood behind the promoter on the apron.  Bennett grabbed Dandy’s head and yanked it backward over the ropes--causing Dandy’s body to arch upward and putting his leanly muscled and smooth pecs and abs on display.  Brutus started to move around the apron, apparently to interfere, but stopped when Gleason yelled “Don’t you dare, fucker.”

The Tank lifted his right quad and straddled Dawson’s face, putting even more downward pressure on his head.  Dandy’s nose and mouth were lodged into Gary’s package.  “Take a good whiff, asshole!” Bennett exclaimed as he leaned forward and sent chops to Dawson’s exposed pecs.  POW!  POW!  POW!  With his face pressed into Gary’s crotch, Dawson could only inhale Gary’s manly scent.  His grunts and groans were muffled.  Everyone could see the Blonde Bodybuilder was determined not only to dominate but also humiliate his former boss.

Bennett finally stepped back and pushed Dawson forward into the ring where he crumpled in a heap.  The Tank vaulted back into the ring and yanked Dawson to his feet.  “Want more, Bitch?  Oh, I got more for you!” Gary said.  He scooped Dandy’s body up and against his smooth mid-section.  Then he dropped to one knee and extended his other while SLAMMING Dawson’s back onto the outstretched knee in an OVER THE KNEE BACK BREAKER!  CRACK!  “Uuuugggghhhh!” Dawson cried out. 

The TSWF promoter was suspended on Bennett’s knee.  His back was compressed as Gary pressed his head and upper torso down while pushing down on Dandy’s quads.  “Aaaaggghhhh!”  Then Gary moved his hand from Dawson’s quad to his pointing package.  He snaked his hand inside the silver Speedo leg hole, found the promoter’s smooth balls then CLAWED and TWISTED them.  “Aaarrrggghhh!”

Code word or not, Hairy Brutus had seen enough.  He stepped between the top and middle ropes but Earl Gleason immediately vaulted over the top ropes from the other side and raised his arms.  The Ultimate Alpha Dom hesitated—seeing that The Freak was prepared to defend The Tank.  He grudgingly stayed in his corner.

Dawson almost shrieked “Oh shit!  Please, oh fucking please!!!” “SAY IT!” demanded Bennett, “TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR!”  He felt sticky moistness on his hand as he assaulted the promoter’s balls.  The silver-haired Daddy Bitch was pre-cuming without doubt.  “No boss!” yelled Brutus, “Don’t submit to the Dumb Blonde Bitch!”  Gary’s eyes widened.  The last time he had been called that was by Dawson—in this very ring—as Earl and Sal had DP’d him and the then-contractor face fucked him.

Bennett couldn’t restrain himself.  He SHOVED Dawson off his knee to the canvas and advanced on the corner where Brutus stood.  At 6’7, 280 pounds, the Hairy Beast towered over the The Tank’s 6’3” 235 pound frame.  “What’s that?” Gary snarled, “You called me a Dumb Blonde Bitch?”

Lying on the canvas behind him, the promoter suddenly blurted “Rio…Rio…Rio…”

(To be continued.)