Victory and Stakes: Time to Get Fucked!
Champ Phillip aka the Blonde Alpha Sadist knew he had to do something. In seconds, gasping Dandy Dawson would be KO’d. He grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it.
Standing by the ropes, referee Mr. Big watched the action with a sneer on his face. DeLovely had smothered Dawson and was about to put him to sleep. Delilah would honor her word. He’d have his title shot after tonight’s bout between the BlackAlpha and the Blonde Alpha Sadist. He’d give BlackAlpha the payback he deserved after completing his comeback.
The Queens crowd was on their feet, chanting “DD’s Bitch!”
Distracted by his thoughts and the chants, the UltimateTop saw the rapidly approaching 6’3” 225 pound tanned and muscled physique of the Champ at the last moment.
Phillip’s right arm was stretched out in a CLOTHESLINE. The forearm SMASHED into the 6’8” 325 pound referee just below his fat neck. WHAM!
The impact caused Livingston’s massive frame to crash backwards. His beefy legs began to lift as the top rope became a fulcrum. For a moment, Mr. Big’s body was suspended in air, half outside the ring and half inside it. Then he kept going—in a backwards somersault, hitting the apron hard and bouncing off it onto the padded floor that surrounded the ring.
Livingston’s partner George Strong leapt over the barricade and bounded over to him—only to find Mr. Big unconscious. George was wearing a white tank top that accentuated his large black muscles. He bent down his 6’4” 240 pound frame and tried to wake up Livingston.
The Champ turned immediately to where the Fabulous Vixen was, straddling, pinning, tea-bagging, and suffocating the former promoter Dawson. Her 11” cut cock was leaking pre-cum onto Dandy’s silver hair and forehead while her big balls smothered his nose and mouth.
Before she could react, the Champ approached from behind and wrapped his right arm around the Buxom Beauty’s throat. Then he literally yanked her lean, muscular body up and off of Dawson’s.
“What the fuck?” was all Delilah could manage to say before the Blonde Alpha Sadist was turning her body to face him. He wrapped his arms around her mid-torso, lifted her up and twisted her body upside down. Her face was pressed against the pouch of his Speedo.
The crowd had been startled by the Champ’s entrance, but many now chanted “PILE DRIVE THE BITCH!” “PILE DRIVE THE BITCH!”
Phillip snickered and then—mimicking one of Brutal Brendan Byers’s famous move—pushed DeLovely’s face inside the waistband of his Speedo. In darkness, Delilah inhaled the Champ’s masculine scent. Her nose and mouth were pressed against his thickening, velvety smooth 8.5” cock and balls. Phillip’s sweaty brown bush of pubes surrounded her face.
Hearing more chants of “PILE DRIVE THE BITCH!” Phillip dropped to both knees, SLAMMING DeLovely’s head into the mat. As her 6’3” frame unfolded before the Champ, her body twitched involuntarily. Looking down on her, Phillip sneered, “Traitorous Bitch!”
Dandy Dawson was back on his feet. He high-fived the Champ as Phillip rose. Then the former promoter straddled DeLovely’s supine body and dropped to his knees just below her busty chest.
“NOW WE’LL SHOW THE FANS WHO YOU REALLY ARE!” Dawson snarled. To Delilah, Dandy was a blurry silver-haired figure taunting her. She tried to focus, but the pile driver had made her see stars.
Dandy reached forward and ripped the blonde wig off the promoter’s head exposing her bald head. “A FUCKING IMPOSTER!” Dandy shouted, before reaching inside Delilah’s cropped tank top and pulling out her size 40D fake breasts. With the fans cheering wildly, Dawson flipped the breasts to Phillip who threw them into the crowd.
“OH I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU…DELWIN DICKSON!” Dandy exclaimed referring to DeLovely’s male alter ego. He grabbed his cropped tank top and pulled it up and over her head—fully revealing Dickson’s 49” smooth pecs, which had the fans whistling.
The former promoter stood up and peeled off his jock strap with “DD’s Bitch” in black on the pouch. His 7.5” cut cock was hard as a rock and curved upwards like a thick banana with a helmet on top.
He bent down and forced Delwin’s black leather boots through the jock’s straps. The once and future promoter inched the gear upwards until it covered Dickson’s big cock. “WHO’S DD’S BITCH NOW?” Dandy yelled to the delight of some fans who chanted “DD’s Bitch!”
Dawson grabbed both Dickson’s arms and dragged him to his unsteady feet. He marched the soon-to-be-former promoter to the closest ring post. He pointed to the pouch of Delwin’s silver sequined jock strap to a chortling crowd, then raised Dickson's face upward and BASHED it into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “UUUGGGHHH!”
On the padded floor outside the ring lay referee Donald Livingston. Despite George Strong’s attempts to revive him, the UltimateTop was still unconscious or pretending to be—now knowing for sure that Dawson and Phillip the Philistine were in league with each other.
Clamping on a SIDE HEAD LOCK, Dandy marched the woozy Dickson diagonally to the opposite corner. He again SLAMMED Delwin’s face into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “AAAGGGHHH!!!”
Dawson let go of Dickson who stumbled backwards from the corner. The Blonde Alpha Sadist was waiting for him. He thread his arms through Dickson’s smooth armpits and applied a Full Nelson. The Champ forced him to his knees before Dawson. He yanked Delwin’s arms back and applied a HAMMERLOCK to hold him in place.
Dawson stepped forward. Grabbing the base of his erect dick, he BITCH SLAPPED Dickson’s face, sprinkling pre-cum droplets on it. Then he SLAMMED the head of his cock into Dickson’s mouth, burying it in his throat, and skull-fucking him for several seconds.
Finally taking one step back, Dawson placed his hands on Dickson’s shoulders, then send his right knee into the pouch of his jock. THUD! “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” screamed the former Delilah DeLovely.
Dandy reached down and tugged the waistband of Dickson’s jock down, hooking it under his hairless balls. With the toe of his boot, he began tapping Delwin’s balls repeatedly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout his body. But his 11” cock responded and rose once more until after the tenth tap of his balls, the big black spear was erect.
Dawson moved in and rubbed his 7.5” cut cock and balls in Dickson’s face. He shouted, “I WANT A FUCKING SUBMISSION!”
“No…never,” came the muted reply from a surly Dickson. All of the sassiness of Delilah DeLovely was gone. Dickson was all man, all 6’3” 215 pounds of smooth lean muscle, but he was also entirely at Dawson’s mercy.
Dandy smirked, “We’ll see about that” and resumed tapping Delwin’s exposed balls as he stroked his own hard cock. Soon spurts of pre-cum appeared on Dickson’s slit and dripped down his thick shaft.
“SUBMIT!” demanded Dawson, “SUBMIT TO ME, BITCH!” He kicked harder, almost rhythmically, as all watched Dickson being broken.
More pre-cum leaked from Delwin’s slit and coated the sides of the shaft. One more sharp kick to his balls caused them to draw up. Delwin first muttered, “No….” but then whimpered “I…I…submit!” and suddenly white hot cum was shooting skywards handsfree from his cock.
Delwin’s body, though restrained by Champ Phillip, convulsed and shuddered, as his semen splattered across his abs and on the mat in front of him.
“FUCK YEAH!” Dawson yelled, “SUBMISSION BY EMISSION!!!”
DING! DING! DING!
The Champ released his Hammerlock and shoved Dickson’s face forward into the puddle of his own cum. His exposed ass cheeks glistened in the Arena’s spotlight as the crowd rose and cheered.
Vern Wonder shouted into his mic: “HERE’S YOUR WINNER—AND NEW PROMOTER OF THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED….THE COMEBACK DADDY HIMSELF….DANDY DAWSON!!!”
Back in his dressing room, BlackAlpha stared at the TV monitor and whistled, “Wow, I did not see that coming. Dawson and Phillip…together. Dandy must have sold me out to the Champ.”
VinnyMuscleStallion said “Don’t worry Champ, don’t worry. Phillip’s probably exhausted himself in that sweltering heat. Gives you an advantage!”
In the ring, Phillip the Philistine raised Dandy’s right arm. Each man's pit hair dripped sweat onto the canvas in the nearly 100 degree heat of the Queens Arena.
Dawson reached for Wonder’s mic. He grinned and shouted, “I’M BACK!!!” The fans actually applauded—a complete turnaround for the often unscrupulous promoter. “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE?”
Chants broke out of “DE-LI-LAH FUCKED!” “DE-LI-LAH FUCKED!”
“MY IDEA EXACTLY!” Dawson yelled triumphantly.
With Phillip’s help, Dandy pulled Dickson up to his feet. The loser’s face was clown-like—a mess of melted silver mascara, red lipstick, and his own matted cum. His big black cock was soft but still exposed because his jock strap remained hooked under his balls.
Together, they dragged Delwin to the ropes before shoving his head and upper torso between the top and middle ropes. Dawson wrapped his hands around his Delwin’s throat and pulled backwards, which caused his exposed balls to be pressed into the middle rope--thereby repeating the maneuver Delwin had done to Dawson earlier.
Then Dandy moved his left hand to Dickson’s left shoulder, while he stroked his still hard cock with his right hand. He moved in close and let the swollen head of his cock slide into Delwin’s ass crack. It bumped into the former promoter’s pucker.
Dawson hissed into Dickson’s ear, “I know you’ve never been fucked. A Diva who always topped. That changes now, Bitch”
The new promoter of the TSWF sank his hard dick into Delwin’s hole, splitting him wide open in one thrust—driving forward until his big balls rested on Delwin’s ass cheeks. “OH! OHHHHH!” moaned Dickson.
“Virgin no more!” Dawson hissed again. Then grabbing both of Delwin’s shoulders, Dandy started thrusting forward and back, forward and back, picking up speed. His balls made staccato sounds as they slapped against Dickson’s ass.
Soon Delwin was being railed harder than anyone could remember. The crowd watched in silence, having never seen such an aggressive fucking in the TSWF ring.
Dawson was a man on a mission, intent on repaying Delilah DeLovely aka Delwin Dickson for his humiliating exit as the promoter of the Federation.
Delwin was feeling both pain from the fucking and his compressed balls. But his cock rose again. The mighty spear began to spurt pre-cum into the crowd. A few mounted the barricade and ran to the edge of apron, mouths open, catching drips of the former promoter’s jizz.
Champ Phillip watched from a few steps away. His bulge had obviously swelled inside his black leather Speedo. He was tempted to join in the fun but knew he had to conserve his energy for BlackAlpha.
With George Strong’s help, the UltimateTop had finally stood, walked up the metal steps, and stepped into the ring. But he kept his distance from the Champ and action. His very fat 6” cock was still hidden by Donald’s overhanging belly. But Livingston could not help but be turned on by the ‘stakes’ on display. So was George Strong who stood on the apron, palming the bulge of his grey sweatpants.
Dawson kept pummeling Dickson. Both he and Delwin were coated in sweat. Dickson moaned and began, quietly at first, but louder over time, saying, in his Delilah DeLovely voice, “Oh yes, fuck me baby…. Fuck me hard!…. Harder, fuck yes! Fuck, you own my hole. Yes!”
Panting now, Dawson demanded, “That’s right…that’s right Bitch. Now tell me what I want to hear! What all of us want to hear!”
Dickson grunted with each thrust into his hole. But he knew what Dandy wanted. “I QUIT!” he exclaimed to the roar of the Queens crowd.
Dickson’s ultimate submission went right to Dandy’s groin. He DROVE into his hole one final time and exploded his big load.
His last thrust did the trick for Dickson too, and his spear—for the second time untouched—shot white streams of man juice onto the fans below holding their mouths wide open.
He and Dawson shuddered against each other through their orgasms.
Finally, Daddy Dandy stepped back, pulling out of Dickson’s ass. His half-hard cock dripped at its tip. He raised his arms again in victory to whoops and shouts of joy from the horny fans of Queens.
Dawson asked for the mic once more. He said, “Fellas, come and take out this traitorous trash!” The curtains parted revealing Jacked Stud aka The Blonde Tarzan and RedDante aka the Ginger Giant. Both wore tight black Speedos that had visible outlines of their big dicks (long and thick in JS’s case and shorter but very fat in RD’s) and matching black boots.
They marched down the ramp way to a smattering of applause. That by itself was surprising given their reputation as goons for Dawson.
Arriving at the ring, RedDante yanked Delwin Dickson backwards out of the ropes. The former Delilah DeLovely lay spreadeagled in the ring. JackedStud sat facing backwards on the former promoter’s abs. He brandished a chrome chastity cage and stuffed Delwin’s softening 11” cock and balls in it. JS snapped it shut then inserted a key and turned the lock. With a grin, the BlondeTarzan threw the key into the cheering crowd.
RedDante pulled the pouch of Dickson’s “DD’s Bitch” silver-sequined jock strap back up. Then he and JackedStud wrapped their arms around Dickson ankles and dragged him under the bottom rope.
As the muscle-bound goons descended the metal steps to the padded floor, they let the back of Delwin’s bald head bump against each of the step. BANG! BANG! BANG!
Once they reached the floor, JackedStud and RedDante dragged the former promoter Delilah DeLovely’s lean muscled body feet first up the ramp way. A trail of Dandy Dawson’s cum dripped from her hole, smearing the ramp.
As Dawson and the Champ waved goodbye from the ring, the Queens fans roared their approval and launched into a chorus of “HEY...HEY...HEY...GOODBYE!"
Mr. Big just watched with a sneer from the corner. He turned to George Strong and whispered, “Dawson needs to know who’s the real boss.”
Strong nodded in agreement.
The UltimateTop slid out of the ring, and he and Strong made their way up the ramp to the dressing rooms to a chorus of boos.
Vern Wonder shouted into his mic, “GENTS OF QUEENS, WE’LL NOW TAKE OUR 60 MINUTE INTERMISSION BEFORE TONIGHT’S TITLE BOUT!” The crowd whooped and hollered. Chants of “BlackAlpha!” “Ebony Hero!” “BA Champ!” broke out. The fans’ favorite was clear.
Naked except for his boots with a dripping cock, Dawson watched Mr. Big’s exit. He needed to deal with that traitor, but he wanted Livingston’s big investment too. He’d come up with a plan.
Meanwhile, he turned to Phillip and the two men—the once and future TSWF promoter and the Blonde Alpha Sadist Champ—exited the ring, heading for the dressing rooms and showers before the title bout.
(The End, except for the epilogue to come soon....)
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