The Latino Hunk Cortez v. The Blonde Gymnast AchillesAdonis

The Gladiators' Chain Match

The Bowery Arena crowd was lit up—possibly after drinking too much at nearby bars.  The Contender Match was set for 11:00 p.m.  Dandy Dawson paced backstage as the fans buzzed.  Some were chanting “Cortez!  Cortez!  Cortez!” but more lust-filled men in the crowd were chanting “Achilles!  Achilles!  Achilles!”  Indeed, most of the audience members had seen the Straight Wrestler in action.  He had fought, defeated and humiliated eight Alpha Male wrestlers—all by forcing them to jerk off while held in a Dragon Sleeper. 

Dawson punched up JoelAlphaHunk’s number on his mobile.  “Hey Champ!” he said.  “You watching this?”  “For sure Dandy!  DaddyRodrigo and I are in your luxury box.  You have the hottest manservants.  They’re kind of tempting us.”  Dandy laughed “All for you two!  You’re the Champ.”  “Yeah, I am and don’t forget that,” said the P.R. Alpha Stud.  Chuckling, the promoter said “I’ll join you soon.  Just got to make sure this Chain Match gets going."

“HORNY GENTS!  GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO THE BOWERY ARENA!” the ring announcer shouted “WE HAVE A SPECIAL CONTENDER MATCH FOR YOU!  A CHAIN MATCH!  THE WINNER MUST DRAG HIS OPPONENT AROUND THE RING UNTIL HE SLAPS FOUR RING POSTS IN A ROW!  AND NOW, INTRODUCING FIRST, THE LATINO HUNK, THE STUD INCARNATE FROM THE P.R., THE ALPHA WHO WOULD GLADLY STUFF A BETA’S HOLE WITH HIS 9.5” COCK, JAVIER CORTEZ!!!”  As the 6’5” 260 pound behemoth strode through the curtains, the crowd erupted in boos and jeers—knowing how Cortez had betrayed the Champ JAH in the P.R. 

Cortez grinned confidently as he moved down the ramp in his tight black Speedos.  The crowd’s boos suddenly turned to a smattering of cheers as they recognized the Manager walking behind Senor Alfa.  It was the fan favorite, ex-Champ BlackAlpha.  He also wore black Speedos but unlike the shirtless Cortez wore a tight fitting black tank top over his sculpted 54” pecs.

The two Alpha Studs arrived at the bottom of the metal steps.  BlackAlpha walked up first onto the apron where he held up the top rope for Cortez to slide through.  The Latino Hunk went to center ring and immediately flexed his 23” biceps exposing his trimmed black armpit hair.  His own 54” chest was oiled and shone in the ring spotlight.  The Bowery crowd wanted to hate Cortez but a few were swooning, worshipping the muscled body of the Stud Incarnate.  The Ebony Stud clapped his hands and pointed at the massive Alpha as he posed.

“AND NOW, INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT, THE GOLDEN WARRIOR HIMSELF, THE GREEK GOD WHO HAS VANQUISHED EIGHT OTHER WOULD-BE ALPHAS, STRAIGHT AS AN ARROW, HERE HE IS, ACHILLES ADONIS—ACCOMPANIED BY HIS FRIEND AND MANAGER PATROCLUS!!!”  Backstage, Dawson gave a thumbs up as the Golden Boy and Pat Ross passed him and marched through the curtains to wild cheers from the crowd.  

The 5’9” 185 pound gymnast was wearing a brass breastplate and a golden gladiator skirt.  He had brass leggings that were affixed around his shins and calves with leather straps.  The Muscle Boy wore golden sandals on his size 11 feet.  With gold leaf wrist bands, he carried a brass shield in his right hand and a sword in his left.  On his head was a helmet in two colors—the hood being left the color of brass and a mask painted black.  Patroclus was taller at 6’2” and 180 pounds.  He had dressed in the garb of a classic Greek naval soldier with only basic defensive armor.  He was bare-chested—with black hair covering his 48” pecs and hard abs.  A red cloak was wrapped around his waist.  Barefoot, he carried a shield and a sword and wore a bronze-colored helmet.  As the two Gladiator Hunks strode towards the ring, the crowd applauded wildly.  They alternately pointed their swords at Cortez and then high above their heads.  

Javier was surprised by his opponent’s gladiator gear but he put on a cocky smirk.  While Achilles was a Muscle Hunk, he was also eight inches shorter and 75 pounds lighter than the Stud Incarnate.  This wouldn’t be a fair fight, but Cortez would check the box to get his title match against JoelAlphaHunk.  And he'd deflower the Golden Boy in the process.

As he stood behind AchillesAdonis on the apron, Patroclus’s eyes caught BlackAlpha’s across the ring.  BA gave the 22-year old Ross a once over.   His tongue licked his lips as he thought about ramming the handsome Manager’s hole after the match.  He felt his 9” cut cock begin to swell in his black Speedos.  Ross stared back—trying not to betray any lust for the former Champ but he could feel his fat beer can cock begin to harden.  He felt BA mentally undressing him.

Once the gladiators were in the ring, Patroclus put down his sword and shield and unwrapped his red cloak from around his 32” waist revealing his tight white Speedos.  His semi-hard fat dick pressed against his pouch.  The outline of his mushroom head was visible.  The Manager then turned his attention to the Golden Warrior.  He took the sword and shield from his best friend.  He carefully lifted the two-colored helmet off Achilles’ head, and the fans roared as they saw the handsome as fuck face with wavy blonde hair and steel blue eyes.   Patroclus slowly lifted AA’s brass breastplate above his head and unfastened the golden gladiator skirt to reveal Achilles’ defined 50” chest, the Mayan calendar tattoo encircling his belly button, his washboard abs, and golden Speedos.  He bent down and removed the Golden Warrior’s brass leggings and sandals. 

The Alpha Adonis then flexed his 22” biceps at Cortez, revealing his cropped dirty blonde pit hair.  It was more brown than blonde.  Cortez snorted, but felt blood flow into his 9.5” uncut cock inside his black Speedos.  AchillesAdonis was undeniably handsome and his gymnast body was perfect.  For a moment, Cortez forgot about the Champ JAH.  He lusted to fuck the cocky Alpha Adonis’s virgin hole, making him a Bitch Boi for the Stud Incarnate.

As the fans cheered for AA’s double bicep flex, the promoter Dandy Dawson strode down the ramp and up the metal stairs into the ring.  He motioned for the referee to enter the ring.  The ref carried a heavy black chain of about 12 feet in length.  At each end were black metal bracelets.  Dawson motioned the wrestlers forward and the ref put one bracelet around Cortez’s right wrist before locking it.  He did the same to Achilles’ right wrist— connecting the Stud Incarnate to the Golden Warrior.  The ref then explained the Chain Match rules.  Essentially, there were none, he said, except that one wrestler needed to hit all four ring posts in a row to win the match.  Cortez and AA stared at each other as the ref added that “stakes” were on the line.  “You know what that means, Pretty Straight Boi?” taunted the Latino Hunk.  With another cocky smirk, he reached inside his Speedos and grabbed his swollen 9.5” dick and adjusted it.  “Yeah, you Jobber Pussies don’t scare me,” said Achilles.  “I will conquer you.  I’m the Golden Warrior who will wedge your face into my hairy armpit in a Dragon Sleeper and force you to jerk off to your humiliation.”

Patroclus was listening out of one ear to the verbal jousting but felt BlackAlpha’s gaze upon him.  He glanced over at the former Champ standing behind the Stud Incarnate and saw once more that tongue licking the Ebony Hunk’s lips.  Ross found himself wondering what he would do to BA if Achilles prevailed over Cortez.  Would he fuck the retired Champ?  Would he bottom instead?  But how could he do either without Achilles realizing that his best friend and Manager was, well, bi-curious or maybe gay?  Observing Patroclus’s preoccupation with the Ebony Stud, Dawson leaned over and whispered in Ross’s ear.  “I’ve fucked his hole.  It’s very tight.”  Patroclus started to protest and Dawson said “Yeah, yeah, you’re straight.”  He punctuated the word “straight” with air quotes, just to drive home his point.  To himself, Dawson thought he’d enjoy nothing better than for he and BlackAlpha to spit-roast the black-haired Manager, giving the Beta what he secretly craved.

Up in Dawson’s luxury box, DaddyRodrigo was dressed in his trademark green tank top while wearing jeans.  He wore his rimless glasses on his handsome face.  He put his arm around the Champ JoelAlphaHunk who was wearing a red tank top and jeans.  “You can’t lose Champ,” he said.  JAH smiled “I just wish AchillesAdonis would fuck Cortez senseless if he wins.  Such a waste not to own and destroy the Traitor Bitch’s hole.”

The ref told the combatants to walk backwards until the chain connecting their Muscle Stud bodies pulled tight.  BlackAlpha and Patroclus took up their positions in opposite corners, standing on the apron behind the ring posts.  As the crowd grew quiet, the ref motioned for the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)