Revenge Plotted
At Delilah DeLovely’s mid-town office, the Champ, Phillip the Philistine, sat spellbound at the promoter’s desk watching a video of the scene in Sal’s ring room. Standing to his right with a cocky grin on his face was the former promoter himself, the silver-haired Dandy Dawson.
Dandy hit the pause button, freezing the TV monitor, which showed saliva and pre-cum dripping from DeLovely’s lips as she was impaled on Livingston’s cock.
“That Bitch!” Phillip exclaimed, “that fucking, traitorous Bitch!”
“Well, I could have told you long ago she would betray you,” Dawson said.
“Fucking cunt,” the Blonde Alpha Sadist said. He was dressed in a black tank top and black leather Speedo. At age 25, the Champ was a 6’3” 225 pound, handsome stud with a mop of messy blonde hair with dark roots, blue-eyes and dark brown eyebrows.
Underneath Phillip’s tank top was a 52” smooth chest with large brown nipples. His 22” biceps and forearms were tatted. He had cropped dark brown armpit hair. Inside his shorts and jock was a thick 8.5” cut cock, nestled in a bush of brown pubes. He had a tapered back with a 32” waist and powerful 34” quads.
“I’ll help you get rid of the Bitch and defeat BlackAlpha,” Dawson said, adding, “but we have to be somewhat careful how we treat the UltimateTop. We do want his financial backing. All I want in return is to be restored to my rightful role as the promoter of the TSWF!”
Phillip looked away from the screen at Dandy. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“I brought you this video evidence of betrayal, didn’t I”? Dawson said.
“But I thought you were on BlackAlpha’s side?” the Champ said.
“Ha! He thinks so—especially after I freed his 9” cock from that chastity cock cage. But he was never going to win my position back as promoter. I know that only you—our most sadistic Champion—can do that,” the silver-haired, former promoter said.
Dandy was 55 years old but kept himself fit. He stood 6’1” and weighed 185 pounds. He wore a tight light blue t-shirt, gray gym shorts, and silver briefs. He was proud of his smooth 46” chest, as well as his 18” biceps, 32” waist, and 32” quads. He had trimmed dirty blonde hair in his pits and trimmed silver pubes above his perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock.
“I think I have an idea,” Phillip said with a mischievous grin. “Why not have an undercard the same night as my match against BlackBeta? Why not have you face Delilah DeLovely with the position of TSWF promoter up for grabs—along with each of your asses?”
Dandy flashed a wicked grin, “And, to borrow an idea, why not make sure the Devious Diva is not in full command of her faculties at match time with the aid of the same pharmaceuticals she plans to give you? I’ll dispatch her and reclaim my position as promoter. I’ll rid the TSWF of excess estrogen just in time to watch you humble BlackAlpha.”
“Perfect,” the Blonde Alpha Sadist said, “I’ll let you place the black hood over BlackBeta’s head before he submits to me as his Alpha and Master.”
Dawson ventured, “And I have one more suggestion.”
“Yes?” Phillip said.
“Make sure Coach Stan is banned from the ring for the title match. He has made a habit of interfering in BlackAlpha’s matches to help him win. He did it in the Danny Masters’s match. Heck, he even did it to the UltimateTop back in the Greenhaven prison match.”
“That won’t be a problem,” the Champ replied. “I’ll order DeLovely to bar Stan from the arena.”
Dawson felt his cock swelling inside his silver briefs. He had set in motion his plan for retaking control of the TSWF.
The Champ stood and walked over to Dawson. He grinned at Dandy’s swelling bulge and said, “I think you should give me a sign of your loyalty.”
“Anything!” Dawson said.
Phillip put his hands on Dandy’s shoulders and pressed him downwards onto his knees. The former promoter found himself eye-level with the Champ’s package hidden inside his black leather Speedo. A zipper ran down the middle of the Speedo pouch.
The Blonde Alpha Sadist turned for a moment to the desk and picked up a black hood. He turned back to Dawson who nodded. The Champ pulled the hood over Dandy’s head. It had holes for his eyes, nose and mouth.
Dawson leaned forward and rested his face against Phillip’s pouch. He could feel the hardness of the Champ’s shaft. He smelled the bleach-like aroma of pre-cum. He was almost salivating at the thought of his lips surrounding Phillip’s huge mushroom head.
“Tell me who I am,” demanded the Champ.
“My Alpha. My Master,” Dawson proclaimed.
The Champ smirked down at the former promoter and slowly pulled down the zipper of his Speedo. All 8.5” of his impressive cock sprung free in front of Dawson’s face. The mushroom head was so large it weighed down the hard cock. A bead of pre-cum moistened the dick’s slit.
“Admit it,” Phillip demanded, “My cock is more perfectly shaped than yours, Bitch.”
“Yes, yes, I admit it,” the former promoter said submissively.
“Submit to it, sub!” the Champ ordered.
“I submit, Sir,” Dandy said, as he captured the big cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. In seconds, he was bobbing up and down on the Champ’s manhood, tasting his pre-cum and grunting loudly. Dawson’s 7.5” cut cock rapidly rose inside his silver briefs.
Phillip went into a double bicep flex above Dandy, exposing his dark brown pit hair. His hips rocked forward and back pushing his hard cock into Dawson’s throat over and over again. Dawson tried to keep up, but sticky strands of saliva stretched downwards from his lips.
"Look at you, on your knees, worshipping my thick cock! Take it, Bitch, all of it," the Champ ordered.
Dandy looked upwards, at the rock hard abs and big, smooth pecs. He stared into the blue eyes and handsome face of the Blonde Alpha Sadist. He worked even harder to keep up, tasting increasing amounts of salty jizz, as Phillip claimed his mouth and throat.
"You want my Champion load, Bitch?" Phillip said as he pulled Dawson's face all the way onto his cock and forced Dandy's nose into his dark brown bushy pubes, where he inhaled the Champ's scent. Phillip heard gagging noises but kept the former promoter pinned to his pubic bone.
"Here you go!" Phillip proclaimed, as his thick cock pulsed inside Dawson's throat and unleashed a torrent of hot cum down his throat. The former promoter swallowed every drop of his Alpha Master's protein, while his own cock inside his silver briefs throbbed and leaked.
(To be continued.)
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