Round Two in the Ring Room at Leo's Casa Calamari
The Blonde Alpha Sadist walked to where Hawk lay on his chest. He placed his right black boot on Bobby’s back and raised his muscular arms in victory. The crowd resumed booing and jeering him.
From outside the ring, Leo said into his mic, “Ok, let’s go, Round Two!”
Samson caught DeLovely’s eye. He had begun to feel she couldn’t be trusted. There was something going on between her and Phillip.
DING! DING! DING!
Phillip reached down and grabbed Bobby’s neck. He hauled him upwards then slid his right hand between Hawk’s legs and scooped up his body before turning and SLAMMING his back onto the mat. BAM! “UUUGGGHHH!!!” Hawk’s body jack-knifed upwards.
The Blonde Heel began a series of hard kicks into Bobby’s obliques—WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!—forcing the jobber to roll towards the ropes where he ended up on his back.
Phillip paused to reach his right hand inside the waistband of his black Speedo to adjust his hardening cock. He loved the feel of its thickness. Then he followed, stalking his prey, determined to give no quarter. He lowered himself, and kneeled on the Beefcake’s 48” chest.
Suddenly, Hawk sprung upwards. The move jolted Phillip who fell, twisting onto his chest. The fans, startled at first, began cheering loudly.
The former collegiate wrestler dove onto the Blonde Heel’s broad back and forced his arms above his head. Hawk threaded his muscular arms through Phillip’s hairy pits and locked in a Full Nelson. Phillip tried to arch his body upwards to throw off Hawk but felt Beefcake’s quads surround his hips.
Bobby then twisted both men violently, ending up underneath Phillip. With his thickening bulge pressed into the Blonde Alpha’s ass, Bobby’s surprisingly powerful legs scissored Phillip’s obliques. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” yelled the Blonde Heel to the crowd’s delight.
After several seconds, Hawk let go of the Full Nelson and positioned his body to the side of Phillip’s. His python-like quads squeezed hard around the Blonde Heel’s midsection, causing Phillip to groan and grunt loudly.
Samson was cheering along with the fans. He noticed that DeLovely had crossed her arms and looked either impatient or perturbed.
The Blonde Alpha pawed at Bobby’s quads, attempting to pry them loose but to no avail. Maintaining his scissors, Hawk rose up from Phillip’s side and CHOPPED his right fist into his 52” left pec. POW! “UGH!” He rose again and pounded the other pec. POW! “UGH!”
Bobby now looked like a man on a mission. He taunted the Blonde Heel, “How’s that feel, Bitch?” Then he grabbed a fistful of the Blonde Heel’s mop of unruly hair and twisted his entire body to the right and yanked Phillip’s body with him, turning both men over, only to twist violently back to his left, taking Phillip’s hair and body with him.
The Casa Calamari audience was loving every minute of the payback and chants of “HAWK! HAWK! HAWK!” rang out in the ring room.
Keeping his quads tightly wound around Phillip’s torso, Bobby was intent on turning the Blonde Heel into his personal rag doll. He rolled his body back to the right, roughly forcing Phillip again to go with him.
“Submit Bitch,” demanded Hawk. “Never fucker,” the Blonde Alpha grunted. “Back we go!” exclaimed Bobby and yanked Phillip’s smooth defined body back to the left. The Blonde Heel seemed to be weakening under the vice-like grip of the former collegiate wrestler.
Inexplicably, Bobby opened his quads and let Phillip roll away, clutching his sides. The Beefcake stood and pulled down the straps of his singlet. He peeled down his gear exposing his dark blue jock strap with gold piping. With a confident grin, he pulled the singlet all the way off and let the fans take in his lean, hairy, and muscular frame.
The pouch of the Bobby’s jock strap didn’t entirely cover his big smooth balls, which bulged out the sides. He cupped his package and flashed an even wider grin. “Biggest balls in the TSWF!” he announced, “Wanna see the blonde pretty boy tea-bagged with them?” The fans whooped and hollered, with some chanting “YES!”
With the crowd cheering wildly, Bobby turned his attention back to Phillip who had struggled up onto his knees. Bobby broke into a grin and reached inside his right leg hole. He pulled both his smooth balls out. His cock was still hidden but had become semi-hard.
“Wait a moment!” exclaimed Delilah DeLovely. She slid quickly under the bottom rope and rose up behind the Blonde Alpha Sadist on his knees. Brutus started towards her but she gave him a “back off” sign.
Beefcake didn’t look puzzled—as if this was all part of a plan. His right hand encircled the base of his balls and squeezed to magnify their size. He approached Phillip. His nuts were inches from the Blonde Heel’s face. Suddenly, the Fabulous Vixen fisted Phillip’s unruly mop of blonde hair and yanked his head back. The fans, who had first booed now applauded, as DeLovely held Phillip in place.
“Now you’re gonna be my good boy,” Hawk taunted. But DeLovely’s hold on Phillip did not include his arms. The Blonde Alpha Sadist suddenly reared back and sent his right fist upwards, SLAMMING a EURO UPPERCUT into Hawk’s nuts! SQUISH! “OOOHHHFFFF!!!”
As the audience erupted in boos, Bobby stumbled backwards in agony. He fell to his knees, covering his baby makers with both hands. Phillip stood with a wicked smile on his face. He briefly cupped his own bulge then raised one of his 22” biceps and kissed the peak.
DeLovely slinked back to the ropes and stepped over them. A grin that could only be described as sinister crossed her face.
The Mighty Gladiator watched the spectacle with growing disbelief. What was Delilah—his mentor and coach for more than a year—up to?
Phillip walked over to BeefcakeBobbyHawk, still on his knees holding his exposed balls. He sent a swift knee upwards in Hawk’s chin—BAM! “UUUGGGHHH!”—rocketing the brown-haired muscle hunk onto his back. The Blonde Heel immediately straddled Bobby’s prostrate body and sank to his knees, positioning his leather pouch on the Beefcake’s scruffy chin. Bobby’s brown eyes widened as Phillip double-bi flexed above him, revealing his dirty blonde pit hair again.
Phillip snarled, “Tea-bag me? I don’t think so, Bitch!” He reached backwards and twice SLAPPED Bobby’s balls still hanging outside his jock strap. WHAP! “AAAGGGHHH!” WHAP! “AAAGGGHHH!”
The Blonde Alpha Sadist smirked as he reached inside the leg hole of his black leather Speedo and slowly tugged free his own smooth balls. They were not as big as Hawk’s but sweaty and hefty nonetheless. Moving his body into a push-up position over Bobby, Phillip lowered his balls onto Bobby’s face, letting them flatten out over his eyes, nose and mouth. “Mmmpppphhhh,” came the muffled sounds of the humiliated Hawk.
Boos cascaded down on the Blonde Heel as he seesawed back and forth rubbing his balls up and down the Beefcake’s face. Bobby tried to turn his head but Phillip pressed down harder to pin him in place. All the while Phillip looked outward, beyond the ropes, directly at Samson in the first row. He grinned cockily and stuck out his tongue.
Finally, the Blonde Heel sat back up on Hawk’s 48” chest. Bobby opened his mouth to say something but Phillip leaned forward and spit directly into it. “Nothing but a loser Bitch,” he sneered.
Without hesitating, Phillip rose and dragged Bobby to his feet. Standing behind Hawk, the Blonde Heel threaded his left arm through Bobby’s right pit and braced it behind the Beefcake’s neck in a HALF NELSON. Phillip’s right arm then reached for Bobby’s left arm and yanked it backwards against the Beefcake’s throat, quickly applying a COBRA CLUTCH.
“AAAGGGHHH!!!” gasped Hawk as his own arm cut of his oxygen. His free right arm flailed uselessly as his body writhed against Phillip’s.
Brutus approached and asked Hawk if he submitted, but received no answer other than some gurgling sounds.
The crowd watched the Beefcake as his legs wobbled and then gave out completely as he began to fall backwards still choking himself.
The Blonde Heel went with Bobby while maintaining the Cobra Clutch. He dropped to one knee and tightened Hawk’s grip around his own throat. Seconds later, it appeared to be over as Bobby’s lean muscled body, with his big balls still dangling from his jock, went limp.
DING! DING! DING!
“NOT ACCEPTED!” barked the Blonde Heel.
Leo yelled from the sidelines, “Are you sure, Phillip?’
“More than sure,” he replied. He let go of the Cobra Clutch and BITCH SLAPPED sleeping Bobby. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Hawk’s eyes fluttered open only to see a sneering Phillip cradling him in his arms. “What…what happened?” he murmured, not all there.
The Blonde Alpha Sadist stood up and forced Bobby to his unsteady feet. He grabbed the waistband of Hawk’s dark blue jock and peeled it down his legs fully exposing Bobby’s flaccid cut dick and trimmed dark brown pubes resting above his huge smooth balls.
The crowd in the ring room collectively sighed at the sight of the naked hot muscle hunk who had been reduced to Phillip’s plaything.
The Blonde Heel moved in front of Bobby and put his right arm around his neck. He pressed his left hand against the Beefcake’s face covering his nose and mouth, then squeezed hard.
Bobby struggled in Phillip’s FRONT FACING SLEEPER aka KISS OF DEATH. But he couldn’t hold out for long. Soon his arms were hanging at his sides and his legs were buckling. It was immediately clear the Beefcake could not stand on his own power.
Phillip snorted. He released his sleeper hold and Bobby sunk onto Phillip’s 52” smooth pecs as pillows with his nose in the valley between them. He slid down Phillip’s body—doing a reverse crawl of shame. His scruffy face skidded over the Blonde Heel’s cut abs, then the pouch of his black leather Speedo, now bulging with the Blonde Heel’s aroused cock. Hawk then face-planted at Phillip’s feet. SPLAT!
DING! DING! DING!
“NO!” yelled the Blonde Alpha Sadist, adding “I want this Bitch’s ultimate submission!” He kicked Beefcake’s obliques to roll him onto his back. Then he placed his right black boot on the handsome hunk’s face and raised his muscular arms. The boos and jeers and were deafening although a few in the ring room chanted “BLONDE HEEL! BLONDE HEEL!”
Samson just shook his head, still trying to understand Delilah’s behavior and motives—with perhaps a hint of doubt beginning to creep into his own mind, knowing he would have to face Phillip.
Delilah had slid back into the ring. She was carrying something made of black rubber. She pointed at the Blonde Alpha Sadist and clapped then handed him the object. Phillip unfolded it to reveal a black rubber hood with nose and mouth holes. He bent down, saying “We don’t need to see any more of this pretty boy’s face. He’s nothing but my sub now.” With that, the Blonde Heel pulled the hood over Bobby’s head, covering it completely as he lay sleeping on the canvass.
As BeefcakeBobbyHawk lay sleeping, his head covered in a black rubber mask, Phillip turned again towards Samson. With a smirk, he slowly tugged down his black leather Speedo. His dark blonde, almost brown, pubes emerged. They were, at most, slightly trimmed. The base of a thick, veiny cock became visible. He was more than semi-hard.
By the time he pulled the gear over his cock head, it was clear Phillip was packing about a thick 8.5” cut cock. Audible sighs broke out in the ring room at the sight of the largest mushroom head in the TSWF, which already glistened in the spotlight from Phillip’s pre-cum.
The Blonde Heel sneered at the Mighty Gladiator, “Oh yeah, we both know this is what you want, and I plan to give it to you, Bitch!”
While DeLovely leaned into the turnbuckles in a ring corner, Phillip knelt down. His big cock did not curve upwards but shot straight out from his groin, with his heavy cock head weighing down his manhood.
Phillip reached for Bobby’s balls then squeezed and twisted them, causing the Beefcake to awaken in pain. “You’re no Hawk, Bitch. You’re just a fucking Dove. BeefcakeBobbyDove!” snarled the Blonde Heel. Then he pulled Bobby’s covered head upwards and turned it so the mouth opening almost touched Phillip’s cock head. He pressed his mushroom head downwards into the Dove’s mouth forcing the jobber to stretch his lips as wide as they could go.
“Let’s see how well the straight boy sucks cock,” the Blonde Heel sneered. Slowly, Phillip sunk his big pipe into Bobby’s mouth and throat, gagging the defeated wrestler, “GGG-WWW-OOO-CCC-KKK!”
“TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF MY COCK!” demanded the Blonde Heel. He thrust his cock repeatedly into the depths of Dove’s throat, treating the supposedly straight boy roughly.
Finally, Phillip pulled out his wet hard cock. He turned and let Bobby’s head fall backwards onto the mat. Assuming the push-up position once more, Phillip began to lower himself on Dove’s body—thrusting his cock each time into the loser’s throat, skull fucking him on the mat.
Some in the crowd were palming their crotches at the sight of Phillip’s dominating position. Delilah felt her black spear of a cock hardening inside her silver jock strap and pressing into her metallic cage.
Bobby’s own cock had stiffened. Apparently, he was not as straight as he had led Delilah to believe. Erect and laying across his hairy cut abs, it grew to at least 7.5 inches and twitched as Phillip continued to face fuck the brown-haired hunk. Droplets of pre-cum spurted onto his abs and into his belly button. Samson now felt his own torpedo-shaped 9.5” cock responding as well as it hardened inside his white Speedo.
The crowd was getting into this scene of domination and humiliation. Leo led the fans in counting each time Phillip’s cock disappeared into Bobby’s mouth and throat.
Dove was overwhelmed by the huge mushroom head and swollen glands of his Dom. He felt warm pre-cum spurting down his throat.
After several minutes, Phillip twisted his body around, straddling Dove with his knees on both sides of his hairy pecs. He began to scoot backwards until his ass crack covered the only openings on Bobby’s face—his nose and mouth.
The Blonde Alpha Sadist began to stroke his fully erect and wet cock, letting strands of pre-cum drip down to Dove’s Adam's Apple and pecs.
“Fucking cum for me, sub!” he demanded of the jobber. Dove obeyed, wrapping his right hand around the base of his hard cock and starting to jerk it.
“Now lick my hole, straight boy!” The Beefcake dutifully extended his tongue into Phillip’s ass crack in search of his pucker. Finding it, Dove began to rim the Blonde Heel, causing the Alpha Male to moan in pleasure.
“That’s it, Bitch,” said Phillip, “Stroke that cock and cum for your Master!” Bobby jerked harder and could feel he was about to go over the edge. The fans joined in with chants of “CUM! CUM! CUM!”
Then Dove’s cock throbbed, his large balls drew up, and white hot cum shot upwards, splashing onto his hairy pecs and throat. He arched his body underneath’s Phillips, convulsing from the release, and continued shooting ropes across his chest and abs.
“EMISSION ACCEPTED!” shouted the Blonde Alpha Sadist.
DING! DING! DING!
“THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS!” said Leo into the mic, “THE WINNER, IN TWO STRAIGHT ROUNDS, THE UNDEFEATED HEEL…PHILLIP AKA THE BLONDE ALPHA SADIST!!!”
With the Blonde Heel still straddling Bobby’s cum-coated body, Brutus from Brazil raised the winner’s right in victory. The Casa Calamari fans cheered—impressed by the Blonde Heel’s sheer domination over Bobby.
Phillip then twisted his body once more. He straddled Dove’s neck. His 8.5” cut cock and smooth balls loomed above Bobby’s black mask. His left hand gripped his nuts while his right hand stroked the full length of his thick shaft.
“Ohhhhhh,” he moaned, “Ohhhhh, you want my load, Bitch?” Bobby nodded submissively and stuck out his tongue waiting to lap up what his Alpha Dom would feed him.
The crowd watched intently as Phillip’s mushroom head became even more swollen. The Blonde Heel jerked his shaft and teased his head. After a few seconds, his mouth formed an “O” as his whole body began to shudder. Then he pointed his hard cock downward and shot rope after rope of white cum on Bobby’s nose, tongue and black mask, coating him completely. The fans roared their approval, with some chanting, “PHIL-LP! PHIL-LP!”
As he came down from release, the Blonde Alpha Sadist pushed the cum-smeared mushroom head into the loser’s mouth, demanding, “Polish it, Bitch!” And the Beefcake swallowed the thick, still semi-hard dick, letting his tongue swirl around the slit and wide head.
Leo stepped into the ring, holding an envelope. He approached Delilah DeLovely and said, “This, my dear, is the winner’s purse…all $15,000 of it!” “Aren’t you a dear,” replied DeLovely as she took the envelope and stuffed it inside her size 40D breast cups.
Leo then spoke into his mic, “And gents, let’s all give a rousing welcome again to the TSWF Champ, the Mighty Gladiator Samson, who will soon face the Blonde Alpha Sadist in a title match!!!”
Samson hadn’t been applauding, but he now stood in his white Speedo. Only his TSWF championship belt hid the outline of his semi-hard cut cock pressing against the fabric of his pouch. Yeah, he had been aroused by Bobby’s submission by emission and then his facial. And yeah, he felt a duty to congratulate the winner—the man he would face and defeat soon.
He ascended the metal steps and stepped into the ring. He did not take his gaze away from a smirking Phillip who stood victorious at center ring—having pulled up his black leather Speedo.
BeefcakeBobby Hawk was gone—having been rolled out of the ring by Leo’s attendants and taken to the locker room. Delilah DeLovely now stood on the apron by the far ring post watching Samson and Phillip.
Just as Samson moved towards center ring, Leo turned to Brutus. He said “Nice job, buddy,” and stuck out his hand. The Hairy Beast clasped it and shook. Within seconds, there was a look of both surprise and shock on the Brazilian Brute’s face. He looked unstable. His large body fell against the ropes, then dropped to one knee, before face planting on the canvas. His Speedo-covered huge Brazilian ass faced upwards. Leo motioned for his attendants in black to help move his body.
Samson wasn’t paying attention. Somewhat reluctantly, he extended his right hand to congratulate Phillip. With a beatific smile, the Blonde Heel grabbed it then twisted violently and WHIPPED the Mighty Gladiator hard—sending him careening into the far corner where his back exploded into the turnbuckles. CLANG! “UUUGGGHHH!”
As boos rained down on the action, Samson felt his championship belt being unfastened and removed from his waist. Then his long black hair was yanked backward and a leather cord was wrapped around his neck, pinning his body in the corner. “Stay a while,” purred DeLovely as she tightened Phillip’ s black whip around the Champ’s throat.
As his hands desperately reached for the cord to try to pry it loose, the Mighty Gladiator looked up to see Phillip running towards him at full speed, leaping and SPEARING his hairy abs. BOOM! “UUUGGGHHH!”
“Ring the bell!” demanded DeLovely, “One round for all the marbles! The TSWF title is on the line!”
The boos quieted and a few cheered. Mostly the crowd was stunned.
Leo grinned and twirled his right arm in the air to give the signal.
DING! DING! DING!
(To be continued.)
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