Fight Night at Leo's Casa Calamari

The Rematch

Joel Alpha Hunk vs. Vinny Muscle Stallion (aka Pony)

Smooth ebony muscled Joel Alpha Hunk lays back on his king size bed at his New York hotel, smiling as he remembers his wrestling match the night before with that pretty boi Italian jobber Vinny Muscle Stallion. What a night it was! He dominated the would-be alpha from Brooklyn before the pony’s own buddies, forcing a screaming submission with a hanging Full Nelson then humiliating the olive skinned muscle boi before fucking him senseless. And the purse! $5,000 from Leo’s Casa Calamari. Joel’s weekend adventure in New York could hardly have started off better. As he thinks about Vinny... his handsome as fuck face...his jet black hair…his 6’2 235lbs of smooth muscle…those 54” pecs and 22” biceps…Joel’s fat 9” uncut cock stiffens up his rock hard abs as if it has a mind of its own. The PR ALPHA STUD is a true alpha hunk standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 225lbs with a 50” chest and 20” biceps. And now he is also the champ at Leo’s backroom ring in Brooklyn having taken out their darling muscle boi Vinny.

Joel grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and coats his 9” monster cock. He begins stroking it as he daydreams about fucking Vinny one more time. This time it would be doggie style and he would force Vinny to cum handsfree by tagging the jobber’s prostate over and over again as the Brooklyn crowd cheered on the alpha hunk from the PR. But Joel is interrupted by his vibrating iPhone beside him. He picks up the phone and sees it’s a call from Leo, the owner of Leo’s Casa Calamari. “Leo my man!” Joel says answering the call. “STUD!” Leo exclaims. “I have so many customers clamoring for you to return this evening for a rematch with Vinny! I can make it worth your while too because an oversized crowd will allow me to afford a $10,000 purse and still turn a profit. What’da you say hunk?” Joel doesn’t hesitate. “I’m in Leo! I assume we are wrestling for stakes again?” “Oh yes stud, you can take Vinny’s ass anyway you please if you win again,” replies Leo. “If?” Joel asks, “I don’t think it’s ‘if’ but only ‘when.’” Leo chuckles and says “Okay, ‘when’ stud, the match is at 10:00 p.m. Be here by 9:30!”

Vinny gets the same call from Leo. As he lounges on his bed in Bay Ridge, he gets turned on by his eight pack and perfectly proportioned pecs, his smooth olive skin contrasting with his tight white briefs…his hardening 8” cut cock shaped like a baseball bat. Leo’s call intrudes just as his mushroom head begins to protrude above his waistband. “Yo Leo!” answers the muscle bound Stallion. “So Vinny,” begins Leo, “I know last night was tough for you, but your buddies are demanding a rematch and I got Joel Alpha Hunk to agree to it…tonight. I’m putting up double the purse. C’mon kid, please do me this favor and show up!” Vinny winces. His ass is still sore from that merciless fucking he received from Joel’s 9” cock. And that was only after Vinny was humiliated, paraded around the ring on all fours by the PR ALPHA STUD who used Vinny’s black Speedo as a dog collar after forcing Vinny’s total submission. But Vinny then thinks of the hunky alpha stud from the PR and how much he would like to avenge his loss and take his own prize…that ebony ass. “I’ll do it Leo,” Vinny says, “but only if I can fuck the asshole when I win.” “Of course, my Stallion, his fuckhole is all yours…if you win,” replies Leo emphasizing the word “if.”

Fast forward, it’s 9:30 p.m. at Leo’s Casa Calamari on Third Avenue in Brooklyn. The crowd has been drinking for several hours, getting louder and rowdier by the minute. Chants of “PR ALPHA STUD! PR ALPHA STUD!” grow as the rematch nears. By all appearances, these fans want to see Joel Alpha Hunk destroy and humiliate their hometown hero once more. In the dressing room, Vinny can hear the chants and sighs in disbelief. His buddies abandoned him last night and laughed at his humiliation. Well, not tonight, the Stallion tells himself, not tonight! He gears up in a tight white Speedo with a light blue waistband and matching light blue size 13 boots. Intent on impressing the crowd and intimidating the alpha hunk from the PR, Vinny slavers oil on his impressive chest, abs and quads then gazes at his muscle bound glistening smooth body in the full length mirror. He flashes a confident grin. “Well, if it isn’t my pony bitch!” shouts Joel Alpha Hunk as he enters the dressing room disrupting Vinny’s moment of self-adulation. “Ready to be owned and fucked again boi?” asks the smirking PR ALPHA STUD.

Fuck you, PR BETA BITCH!” Vinny snarls in response as he turns from the mirror to face his hunky nemesis from last night. “Whoa! That’s no way to treat your dom, especially when you were begging to be fucked hard after I forced your submission,” says Joel as he pulls off his tight white tank top to reveal his 50” ebony colored smooth pecs and abs and just a hint of black hair in his armpits. “Hey pony, pass the oil,” demands the PR ALPHA STUD. “Get your own asshole, and I ain’t your pony,” spits out Vinny.

Before the Stallion can react, the hunky alpha from the PR reaches one muscled arm out and around Vinny’s neck then yanks his sexy face between Joel’s round pecs. Joel holds Vinny in place as he begins to grind his stiffening 9” cock into the Stallion’s package. Vinny moans as he is manhandled again by the stud from the PR. He moves his mouth to Joel’s left pec and begins to suck on the hunk’s nipple. “That’s it jobber. Worship my body. It’s just you and me here.” Joel gives out a low moan as Vinny moves his tongue to Joel’s right pec and sucks in the other nipple getting it hard, just like the two studs’ cocks. Joel then places his hand on Vinny’s head and pushes the former champ to his knees then pulls Vinny’s face into the tenting crotch of his jeans. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” asks Joel as he rubs his bulge up and down and sideways on the Stallion’s face. Joel steps backwards for a moment to unbutton his jeans and quickly peel them down and off revealing a royal blue Speedo with a very hard cock inside the pouch.

Just as Joel begins to pull down his Speedo for Vinny, the silver haired Leo pops his head in the dressing room. Leo gulps as he sees Vinny on his knees before Joel Alpha Hunk and the obvious erection inside the hunk’s blue Speedo. “Uhhhh…Gents! I have a surprise for you! I asked one of our hunkiest and strongest alpha wrestlers Tony Lazaro to guest referee your match. He’ll be doing it in a black Speedo.” Joel and Vinny look at each other as the Stallion rises to his feet. Vinny knows Tony well, having defeated him for Leo’s Casa Calamari belt. Their relationship has been on again off again. Rivals but also sometime lovers. Lately it’s been on. “How do I know Tony will play it fair and square?” asks Joel. “You have nothing to worry about stud, nothing at all. Tony’s a down the middle hunk,” replies Leo, with a wink at Vinny. The Stallion is not sure what to make of Leo’s surprise. Would Tony have Vinny’s back?

“Okay,” says Joel, “Tony’s fine, but if he’s as hunky as you say I might ask him to join me in fucking this pony after I force another brutal submission.” “I’m sure he would be all too happy to oblige,” says Leo, with another wink at Vinny. The Stallion is not sure why Leo is winking but says “Tony’s okay with me too.” “Great studs! I’m going to announce your entrances so be ready!” exclaims Leo as he heads to the ring.

“Leo saved you from another skull fucking,” smirks Joel as he grabs the bottle of oil and rubs oil all over his chest, abs and quads. Vinny ignores the taunt and replies “I can’t wait to see you on all fours, your mouth impaled on my 8” cut cock, gagging like the bitch you are!” The PR ALPHA STUD just laughs as the two hunks hear Leo at the mic. “BROOKLYN HUNKS! WELCOME TO LEO’S BACKROOM RING AT CASA CALAMARI!” The crowd erupts and chants the new champ’s initials “JAH! JAH! JAH!” “TONIGHT FEATURES A REMATCH THAT ALL OF YOU HAVE DEMANDED! BUT FIRST LET ME INTRODUCE OUR GUEST REFEREE, A BROOKLYN NATIVE, A ONE-TIME CASA CALAMARI CHAMP, A HUNK IN HIS OWN RIGHT, TONY LAZARO!!!” With that Tony bounds up onto the apron to the cheers of the crowd in a very tight black Speedo. Standing 6’4” and weighing 250 pounds, Tony is built like a brick house. His 55” pecs and eight pack are sculpted. His 22” biceps are perfect. A bit taller and heavier than Vinny, Tony has the same jet black hair as the Stallion. Unlike the smooth Vinny, Tony has black hair cropped short in his armpits and a thin coating of black hair over his abs tapering nicely into a treasure trail leading toward his trimmed black pubes. Inside his Speedo is a fat cut cock. Only 7” but thick as a beer can and capable of tearing open any fuckhole. Tony acknowledges the crowd’s cheers with a wave of his hand.

“NOW INTRODUCING,” Leo intones, “YOUR FORMER CHAMP, BACK FOR HIS REMATCH, SEEKING TO RECLAIM HIS STATUS AS A STALLION, TRYING TO RID HIMSELF OF THE JOBBER LABEL, YOUR HOMETOWN HUNK, VINNY MUSCLE STALLION!!!” Unbelievably, a chorus of boos and jeers greets Vinny as he makes his way to the ring. A few in the crowd wave pony tails at the chump. A chant goes up “FUCK HIM AGAIN! FUCK HIM AGAIN!” Vinny climbs the steel steps and steps over the top rope in his tight white and light blue Speedo with his 8” cock visibly outlined in the fabric. He gives his former buddies the finger as he bounces from one boot to the other and shadow boxes the crowd. Vinny and Tony exchange glances. Both men are turned on by the other. One way or the other, they will end up fucking again. Leo then shouts “AND NOW PLEASE GREET YOUR NEW CHAMP, THE ONE AND ONLY PR ALPHA STUD, THE BEAST WHO DESTROYED VINNY LAST NIGHT, JOEL ALPHA HUNK!!!”

Joel bursts out of the dressing room in his royal blue Speedo to the rowdy cheers of the crowd. As his new fans resume the “JAH!” chant, the hunk from the PR flashes a broad grin and fist pumps all the way to the ring. He jumps up onto the apron, points at Vinny on the other side of the ring, then waves his right hand under his throat, which sends the crowd into a frenzy with shouts of “FUCK THE PONY!” Joel grabs the top rope and bounds over it, getting his first real look at Tony. “OHHHHH FUUCCCKKK!” is all he can say. He is an Italian TANK. Joel is impressed with the ref’s physique and obvious strength and wonders how in the hell Vinny beat him for Leo’s title. He wonders too if he could beat and fuck Tony. His fat 9” uncut cock starts to bulge causing Joel to adjust it. He can see the outline of Tony’s even fatter cock in his black Speedo. Jeez, what man’s ass could accommodate that big pole, Joel asks himself. Tony stares back at Joel, equally impressed by the PR ALPHA STUD’s hunky ebony body and tenting pouch.

Tony motions both hunks to the center of the ring and tells them he’s basically there to accept one man’s submission as there aren’t any rules. He tells them he will play it down the middle and not interfere. The warring studs nod their heads. When Tony tells them to shake hands, they do so, to the surprise of many. But Joel can’t resist trash talking the former champ “Tonight pony, it’s doggie style!” Vinny mouthes “Fuck you!” As the hunks move back to their corners, the crowd buzzes in anticipation....

DING, DING, DING!

To be continued.

Which alpha will win? Which alpha will be fucked? Will Tony play it down the middle?