The Latino Hunk Cortez v. The Blonde Gymnast AchillesAdonis

Two months earlier outside TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson’s office….

“Hey Jon, stop looking at yourself in the mirror!”  “I can’t help it Pat,” said Jon as, shirtless, he double bicep flexed before the floor to ceiling mirror, “I’m fucking awesome.  So handsome and ripped.  These gay men are gonna be drooling over me.”  His reflection was a thing of classic beauty.  Jon Turner was 22 years old.  He stood only 5’9” but had the chiseled body of a male gymnast, which is precisely what he had been until his graduation from college last June.  He weighed 185 pounds of perfectly proportioned muscle.  With wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, Turner turned both women’s and men’s heads wherever he went.  His 50” chest and 22” biceps were defined.  He kept his body smooth except for cropped armpit and pubic hair.  Like some blondes, his hair in these places was a darker brown as was the two-day stubble on his handsome face.  A circular greenish blue tattoo depicting the Mayan calendar encircled his belly button.   Pat snorted as he watched his best friend flex.  “Okay, AchillesAdonis, I admit the gay wrestlers will be drooling.  But are you sure you want to get into this whole thing?  You know the winner takes ‘stakes’ in the Tri-State Wrestling Federation, which means your ass is on the line if you lose.”  “Don’t worry,” Jon replied, as he kissed the peak of his right bicep, “I ain’t gonna lose, ever.”

The door to Dawson’s office opened and a silver-haired man in his 50s stuck his head out.  He paused to admire the young Blonde Alpha flexing before the mirror.  “Is that you Mr. Turner?”  “Yes…yes, Mr. Dawson, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Jon as he dropped his pose and picked up his white tank top.  “This is my friend and I guess you’d say Manager, Pat Ross.”  “Nice to meet you Mr. Ross,” said Dawson extending his hand.  As Ross shook it, Dandy found himself staring at the second gorgeous man in the hallway.  Pat had short black hair and blue eyes.  He stood 6’2” and, at 180 pounds, was more leanly muscled than his best friend.  Under his tight t-shirt was a 48” chest with large dark nipples and a decent dusting of black hair.  His 18” biceps were nothing to be ashamed of.  He worked out six days a week to stay in shape.  Dawson found his 7.5” cut cock starting to swell and broke off his gaze.

“Boys, follow me,” he said and moved back inside his office.  The two Alpha Studs followed and the promoter motioned them to seats in front of his desk.  Turner started to put his tank back on but Dandy said “No, leave it off for now.  So, Mr. Turner, you want to wrestle in the TSWF and under the name of ‘AchillesAdonis’?”  “That’s right, Mr. Dawson.  I love Greek history and mythology and especially stories about the Trojan War and Achilles.  And I think he’s the perfect Alpha Male Warrior for your…your rather specialized audience.”  “Hmmm,” murmured Dandy, “With the right gear and look, you may be right.  You’re a tad shorter than most of the wrestlers in the Federation, but you have an amazing body that will, I’m sure, get the crowds horned up.  Your resume says you’re ‘Straight.’  You do realize most of our fighters are proud gay Alpha Males who can’t wait to defeat their opponents and turn them into their Boy Bitches?”  Not lacking in confidence, Turner smirked.  “Yeah, I’ve watched a few matches…you know to understand what I’m getting myself into.  Without meaning any disrespect to you or the Fed, I’m not worried about losing to any of your Jobbers.  They’ve never been up against a True Macho Alpha like me.”

“That so?” said Dawson with a grin.  “Well, I still need to see the goods before hiring you.  Would you mind pulling down your pants for me?”  Jon smiled.  He was an admitted exhibitionist.  And he was proud of his own 7.5” cut cock and big smooth balls.  He stood and peeled down his dark blue gym shorts to reveal a white jock strap stuffed with his manhood.  He had been to the gym but hadn’t showered.  His musky aroma filled the room, and Dawson felt his cock immediately perk up again.  He wanted to fuck this cocky young man badly.  He needed to be put in his place by a real Alpha Male.  Dawson thought maybe someday.  He glanced over at Pat Ross who was watching his friend intently.  Almost too intently?  Was Ross straight too, wondered the promoter.  

Turner smiled somewhat salaciously at both men then inched the waistband of his jock south.  His dark brown pubes and 7.5” cut cock slowly came into view.  He was semi-hard, apparently turned on by his own reflection in that mirror moments earlier.  Dawson nodded his head “Very nice…very nice indeed.  My own cock is almost exactly the same size and shape as yours.  Now, Achilles, stroke yours a bit.  Get it real hard.  I need to see what it looks like fully erect.”  

Turner nodded and took hold of his shaft.  He spit on the head of his dick and began jerking.  Out of his side view, Dawson could see Pat Ross’s bulge starting to swell in his gray gym shorts.  Maybe not 100% straight, Dawson thought.  Turner’s cock hardened quickly until it stood bolt upright.  “You can join your friend, Mr. Ross.”  Pat looked quizzically for a second then reached inside the waistband of his shorts and fished out a very fat cock.  It wasn’t all that long—maybe 6”— but it had the girth of a beer can and a big mushroom head.  Turner didn’t look at Ross.  He just kept stroking his own hard dick faster and faster.  Dawson and Ross were mesmerized by a pearl of pre-cum that formed at Turner’s slit then became a string sinking slowly downward.  Ross’s cock was now fully hard too as he watched his best friend nearing the edge. 

“AHH…AHH…AHHHHHHH” moaned the Straight Wrestler, as he felt his climax rising.  “Gonna cum!” he blurted out, and ropes of white cum shot upwards as he grunted loudly “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  The promoter felt his hard cock twitching inside his pants.  What a fucking beautiful sight, he thought to himself.  He looked over at Pat Ross.  He was shooting his own load quietly without taking his eyes off his buddy’s thick dick.  Yeah, he said to himself, not 100% straight.  “That was perfect Achilles!” Dawson exclaimed.  He added  “And Mr. Ross, too.”  As Turner pulled up his jock and gym shorts, he flashed a cocky grin.  “Glad you enjoyed the show, Mr. Dawson.”  

The promoter smiled back at him.  “I have one last question.  Actually two questions.  If you lose, are you willing to pay stakes as a Straight Alpha Male?  And if you win, what stakes will you take?”  “I’m not going to lose so I don’t worry about question one,” replied the Arrogant Achilles.  “If I win, I’d humiliate the Defeated Jobber by lodging his face in my sweaty pit in a Dragon Sleeper and force the Bitch to beat off in that position.”  “Awww,” said Dawson, “I have no doubt the crowd would love that ending.  Okay, I’m hiring you and your Manager friend Mr. Ross.  Your first TSWF match is next Friday night!  But give some thought to my first question.  You never know what's going to happen in the TSWF.”

Two months later…at the Hells Kitchen Arena….

“AND HERE’S YOUR STILL UNDEFEATED WINNER, YOUR GOLDEN MUSCLE WARRIOR, THE ARROGANT ACHILLES ADONIS!!!”  Jon Turner smiled broadly as he held his prey in a TORTURE RACK across his broad upper back.  He was wearing his trademark golden Speedos with a gold leaf hair band and two gold leaf wrist bands.  His 50” chest and abs glistened with sweat.  The loser was no slouch.  DangerousDick was 6’3” and 225 pounds with well-defined smooth muscles.  But he had been no match for the Blonde Gymnast and had just shrieked out his submission while being torture racked.  Achilles dumped his body to the mat.  SPLAT!  He motioned to Pat Ross to enter the ring and peel off DD’s black Speedos.  The crowd chanted “Achilles!  Achilles!  Achilles!”  Then a few yelled “Dragon Sleeper!  Dragon Sleeper!”  Turner gave them a big thumbs up.

As Ross stepped back, holding DangerousDick’s Speedos, Turner grabbed the loser’s jet black hair and dragged him to his feet.  From behind, he wrapped his right forearm around DD’s throat and pulled him into an INVERTED FACE LOCK, wedging his face into Achilles’ wet armpit.  He then yanked the bigger Muscle Hunk backwards until his body hung off AA’s extended knee.  As DD felt his nose and mouth pressed into coarse dark brown pit hair, AchillesAdonis ordered “JERK OFF BITCH!”  DangerousDick’s 8.5” cut cock was already at half mast and he began to stroke it as Achilles taunted “THAT’S IT BITCH, SUBMIT YOUR LOAD TO ACHILLES ADONIS, YOUR GOLDEN WARRIOR!”  DD groaned and grunted into AA’s sweaty pit as he felt his load rising.  He was about to do what seven other wrestlers had done.  Give up his load to a True Alpha Male while being humiliated in a Dragon Sleeper.  Within seconds, his cum sprayed skyward to the frenzied cheers of the Hells Kitchen fans.  As his climax ended, AchillesAdonis released his hold and shoved his loser’s body onto the canvass—making sure his face and chest fell into a puddle of his own cum.

Up in his executive box in the arena, Dandy Dawson smiled.  He had made the right decision in hiring this Straight Wrestler.  He turned to Champ JoelAlphaHunk “So, Joel, I’m gonna set up a match between AchillesAdonis and your enemy Cortez, with the winner getting a shot at your TSWF title.”  JAH brightened “Perfect Dandy!  I can’t lose.  Either Cortez wins and I get to pay my former protege back for his disloyalty.  Or Cortez loses and I get to pop Achilles’ cherry after beating the Golden Warrior’s candy ass.”  Dawson grinned “That’s right.  A no lose proposition for you Champ.”  But Dandy was fairly certain the Champ was being overconfident.  Cortez would be tough to defeat and AchillesAdonis was going to fight like hell to keep his virgin hole away from JAH’s uncut 9” cock. 

Dawson caught Pat Ross’s attention in the ring and motioned for him to call Dawson’s cell phone.  Moments later, the promoter’s device buzzed.  “Hey Pat, great match, great stakes.  I love your guy and I’m gonna book him for a Contender Match against the Latino Hunk Cortez.”  “That’s fantastic news, Mr. Dawson,” came the reply.  “And Pat, I want you in gear for this match.  Your name will be Patroclus, after the soldier who was Achilles’ best friend and, some would say, his lover.”  There was a pause on the phone.  Then “Uh, okay, Mr. Dawson, that’s fine.  Patroclus.  But you know I’m straight too?”

(To be continued.)