The Latino Hunk Cortez v. The Blonde Gymnast AchillesAdonis

“What the fuck?” exclaimed Cortez to his Manager, the ex-Champ BlackAlpha, in the locker room following their weight lifting session.  They were both shirtless and wearing only their sweaty white jocks.  The Ebony Stud had just broken the news that the TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson wouldn’t give Cortez his title shot against JoelAlphaHunk until he had defeated some pretend Alpha by the name of AchillesAdonis.  “It’s the old story Stud.  You gotta pay your dues.  It’s just one match and this guy, he likes to fancy himself as a Golden Warrior, claims he’s straight.  He’s never been fucked.  So you get a chance to drill his virgin hole with your 9.5” dick and make him your Bitch Boi.”

“Okay, but I’m still fucking disappointed,” said the Stud Incarnate.  “I thought I’d get an immediate shot at the Champ.  He’s only the Champ cause I interfered in his match with the AsianMuscleGod.  Everyday he’s Champ is another day I get pissed waiting to dethrone JoelBetaBitch.  I deserve JBB’s belt and his smooth hole!”  BlackAlpha grinned and pulled the 6’5” 260 pound Latino Hunk into a tight embrace.  Cortez kept his long black hair up in a man bun.  Both men had hard and defined 54” chests, which now pressed against each other.  Cortez was smooth except for his black armpit hair and treasure trail descending to his trimmed black pubes and massive cock.  The retired Champ stood 6’4” and weighed 245 pounds, with 24” biceps and 33” quads.  His head was bald and his face handsome.  He too had closely cropped black pit hair and pubes.

BlackAlpha had retired as the undefeated TSWF Champ.  He had only bottomed following his last title match and did so voluntarily after fucking VinnyMuscleStallion during the post-match stakes.  When the two became lovers, BlackAlpha explored his more versatile side and was soon fucked by a series of Alpha Males, the last of whom was Cortez himself.  BlackAlpha didn’t know why precisely but he willingly became the Latino Hunk’s Manager and Bottom Boy.  Deep down, though, the former Champ thought he could someday coax Cortez to bend over and take his 9” cut cock.  He was willing to be patient.  Truth be told, BlackAlpha had stored a video of the match between RedDante and JoelAlphaHunk in the P.R. stored on his device.  Whenever he felt horny, he pulled up the clip where Cortez—who had mistakenly drugged himself—was handcuffed to the ropes and force fed JAH’s uncut 9” dick.  Something about watching the Stud Incarnate get face fucked did it for BA.  Yes, he was happy bottoming for the huge Latino Hunk but the idea of dominating another Alpha always made BlackAlpha horny as fuck. 

“You do deserve his needy hole!” agreed BlackAlpha.  “And as your Manager, I would get to fuck his Manager DaddyRodrigo.  Such a sexy beast, that one.  So I’m all in for you to defeat the Champ.  But first things first.  You gotta demolish this AchillesAdonis.  He’ll have his own Manager, some guy named Pat Ross.  I understand he claims to be straight as well.  He’ll be geared up for the match.  Dawson wants him to be Patroclus, the soldier who was a best friend and lover of Achilles.”  “Sounds like a Jobber Bitch to me!” snorted Cortez.  “Seriously, I ain’t worried about the Blonde Gymnast or his sexually-confused Manager.  I will turn Achilles into my little Bitch Boi.  He’ll be begging me for my fat hose!  It’ll be straight-to-gay and top-to-bottom, all in one post-match stakes.”  BlackAlpha laughed and thought it might be hot to fuck the dark-haired Patroclus while AchillesAdonis lost his virginity on the receiving end of a 9.5” uncut cock.

Suddenly, Cortez’s phone buzzed.  “Yeah, Senor Dawson,” he said.  “Senor Alfa!  How are you doing buddy?  Can’t wait to fuck a straight Muscle Boi, I bet!” said the promoter.  “You bet!” replied Cortez but then got serious “You know I deserved a title shot against JBB.  I’m pissed you dissed me!”  “C’mon Stud,” said Dandy “You know I couldn’t just give you a title shot without your earning it.  And this AchillesAdonis, he’s the real thing.  Don’t underestimate him.”  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said Cortez in his “I’m bored” voice.  

“So, I’m calling to let you know the ground rules for the match this Friday in the Bowery.”  “I’m all ears,” said Cortez as he pushed the speaker button on his phone.  BlackAlpha grinned and listened along with his trainee.  “This will be a NHB or No Holds Barred match but with a wrinkle.  It will be a Chain Match, with the first wrestler, dragging the other, to touch all four ring posts declared the winner.”  Cortez arched a brow at BlackAlpha and mouthed “What’s that?”  “You understand what that is, Stud?” asked Dawson.  “Sure Senor, sure, easy.  I love it,” said the Stud Incarnate while still looking at BA quizzically.  “Okay Cortez, got to go.  See you in the Bowery tomorrow evening.  Good luck!”

“What the fuck?” said Senor Alfa for the second time.  BlackAlpha said “Hey Stud, you’ll be fine.  Dawson pulled that on me once when I was Champ.  I was matched against a Muscle Stud named HerculesHunk.  He ended up choked into unconsciousness after I wrapped the chain around his neck.  So much useless muscle.  To win, I had to drag his carcass around the ring and touch each of the four ring posts.  When HH woke up, I fucked his hole while he screamed my name.  I can still hear him moaning ‘Oh BlackAlpha, fuck me, fuck me harder.’  I can’t wait to see you do the same to this Golden Warrior.  And you’ll be showing him the joy of gay sex at the same time.”  Cortez grinned but then cocked another brow “Tell me more about Chain Matches.”  BlackAlpha put his hand on Cortez’s swelling bulge.  “You’ll need to fuck me first!”

(To be continued.)