'Stakes' in Hell's Kitchen
In the Hell’s Kitchen Arena, the fans were chanting “BA! BA! BA!” and “FUCK DM! FUCK DM!” BlackAlpha had dragged an awakening, naked Danny Master by his longish black hair to his own corner. He settled the wobbly Amateur Bodybuilder on the middle turnbuckle and draped his 23” biceps over the top ropes. Then he spread DM’s legs and hooked them over the bottom rope on each side of the ring post.
BlackAlpha was turned on by the sight of Masters’s muscular, golden body defeated and helpless in the corner. The Cocky Showboat was his toy boy now. He stared at Danny’s fat hog of a cock, which was semi-hard between his legs. He could feel his own 9” cut dick strain against the bars of his metal cock cage.
Jackson turned to Coach Stan, “Is she coming? With the key?” The Coach put up both his hands as if to say “I dunno” but Vern Wonder whispered from the apron, “She’s on her way.”
And so she was. But not before the Champ. Phillip the Philistine was the first to walk through the curtains. He ignored the chorus of boos that greeted his entrance. The Blonde Alpha Sadist wore only his black leather Speedo, TSWF title belt, and black leather boots. The Philistine shook his blonde curls with dark roots. Then he raised flexed his 22” biceps.
Behind him appeared the Fabulous Vixen. Tonight, she had put on 3” heels, which made her look nearly 6’6”. She wore a midnight blue tuxedo jacket over a black leotard that covered her size 40D fake breasts and very real 11” spear of a cock. Her long flowing blonde wig contrasted with her ebony complexion. The Buxom Beauty had sparkling brown eyes, ruby red lipstick, and silver painted finger nails. Instead of a silver utility belt, she had a black leather bag on her right shoulder.
Dangling around DeLovely’s neck was a necklace with a chrome-colored key on it. Seeing the key, BlackAlpha breathed a sigh of relief—even patting the front of his metal cage. The crowd saw the exchange and whooped with excitement. DeLovely would be true to her word after all.
The Ebony Hero watched the Champ and promoter arrive at the metal stairs, ascend them, and step into the ring.
Vern Wonder said into his mic, “LET’S GIVE A WARM HELL’S KITCHEN GREETING TO THE REIGNING CHAMP, PHILLIP THE PHILISTINE, AND OUR DEAR PROMOTER….MISS DELOVELY!” The introduction only increased the volume of the boos in the hall.
The thundering noise had awoken Donald “The UltimateBottom” Livingston and Daddy Dom Sal. Standing at center ring, Coach Stan put up his hands, warning them to “stay put” while the Ebony Hero took his rightful ‘stakes’.
All eyes watched Delilah as she sauntered across the ring, moving towards where BlackAlpha stood next to Danny Masters.
DeLovely mouthed something like “Looking for this?” as she pointed to the key dangling between her large breasts.
Just then, Phillip was approaching Coach Stan at mid-ring. The Champ unfastened his championship belt. He raised it high for all to see then violently SLAMMED the metal front of the belt on Stan’s forehead. BAM! The Coach collapsed at the Champ’s feet.
The fans cried foul, but the UltimateBottom cheered wildly. Daddy Dom Sal smirked—loving the Champ’s nasty move and the sight of Coach Stan getting KO’d.
BlackAlpha stepped past Delilah and advanced to center ring. He drew close to Phillip and started to say, “What the hell...?” before feeling his large forearms grabbed and pulled back. His attacker was strong and forced BlackAlpha to his knees before Phillip. He felt zip ties being wrapped around his wrists to hold his arms behind him.
“Nice work, George,” Delilah said approvingly. George Strong walked around in front of BlackAlpha. He wore only a black Speedo and black boots. He towered above the kneeling BA at 6’4” and 240 pounds.
Phillip the Philistine looked down on BlackAlpha with a sneer. “Let’s give this former Chump a ‘stakes’ he’ll never forget.” Delilah waved the UltimateBottom forward. “Donald, dear” he said, “You get to decide everything.”
Livingston’s ugly face broke into a grin. He pulled the shoulder straps of his black singlet down revealing the entirety of his hairless chest and belly. George Strong helped peel down the rest of his singlet until the Lumbering Giant stepped out of it.
Tonight he wore only a white thong underneath. The front bore the unmistakeable imprint of a fat mushroom head. Livingston was hard as a rock.
Donald stepped up close to BlackAlpha. The front of his thong pressed into the former Champ’s throat. “You’re nothing but a piece of shit,” Jackson spat out. The UltimateBottom snickered and twice SLAPPED the former Champ's face with his right hand. SLAP! SLAP! “And you’re nothing but my Ebony Jobber Bitch,” snarled Livingston.
“I’ve waited a long time for this moment,” the Lumbering Giant said. His fingers grabbed the front of his thong and inched it downwards, revealing first his smooth pubic area and then the base of his wide cock. The front of the thong slid over the top of his cock head. The 6” fat log sprung upwards. Its one-eyed monster swayed before BlackAlpha’s eyes. There were whistles and catcalls in the auditorium.
George Strong had returned to his position behind BlackAlpha. He now placed his hands on the back of the former Champ’s bald head. “SUCK MY DICK!” Livingston ordered. BA tried to shake his head “No” but Strong held it in place so Ronnie’s lips were inches from the head.
“OPEN YOUR MOUTH, BITCH!” Donald demanded.
Jackson saw Coach Stan KO’d on the canvass a few feet away. Delilah and Phillip now stood near the ropes, grinning and nodding their heads. He sighed and slowly parted his lips.
“That’s a good boy!” the UltimateBottom half-moaned. He pushed down the head of his fat dick and pushed his cock inside the Ebony Jobber’s mouth. BlackBeta felt his lips stretched to the breaking point as the wide cock head pushed forward insistently until it was lodged in his throat.
Behind him, Jackson heard the crack of a whip then Master Han’s voice. “You’re coming with us, Mr. Masters. You will be disciplined for trying to win the TSWF title before your Master, the AsianMuscleGod.” Then he heard AMG hiss, “I warned you.”
Although BlackBeta could not see what was happening, the crowd watched as Danny was pulled out of the corner and thrown over Wu Teng’s broad shoulders. Then Han and AMG, both dressed in their black leather vests and matching leather chaps, headed back up the ramp way with Masters, still naked except for his white boots, hung over the AsianMuscleGod’s shoulders in a classic FARMER’S CARRY.
Masters groggily thought to himself that Sal didn’t really have this “covered” after all, and that he would pay a price for his cockiness in seeking the title and betraying the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han.
George Strong began pushing BlackBeta’s head down repeatedly, forcing the former Champ’s mouth down on Livingston’s fat member. Each time he went down on Donald’s dick, his nose bumped into Livingston’s smooth pubic bone. He felt Livingston’s dangling balls slapping into his chin. Pre-cum from the Prison Heel invaded his throat. BlackAlpha’s eyes watered as saliva dripped from his mouth.
“THAT’S IT, BLACK BETA, SUCK MY FAT COCK!” the UltimateBottom exclaimed. Livingston felt his cock beginning to throb. He neared the edge of his climax. Somehow he had the force of will to pull out his wet dick.
“Not yet, boy…not yet,” he said, adding, “Get him ready, George!” Strong nodded and stopped pressing on the back of BlackAlpha’s head. He shoved the former champ forward so his face fell onto the mat at Livingston’s boots. Donald and George quickly traded places.
The UltimateBottom dropped to his knees behind the Ebony Jobber. He SPANKED the caramel-colored ass cheeks before him. George tugged down his black Speedo, freeing his 8” hard cut cock.
Donald Livingston lined the head of his cock with BB's exposed hole. He grabbed the zip ties binding BlackBeta’s wrists and pressed forward. His mushroom head was initially denied entrance. He thrust harder and forced the swollen head past Jackson’s outer ring.
The former Champ cried out “OOOOHHHHH!!!” as his hole was breached by the fattest rod he’d ever experienced. Donald moaned as the Ebony Hero’s tight ass clamped down on his head and shaft.
Strong forced Jackson’s face upwards. He positioned his cock at Ronnie’s lips and shoved it forward, burying all 8” in BlackBeta’s throat.
WHAP! “OHHHH!!!” WHAP! “OOOOHHHHH!!!” Livingston began with long strokes, stuffing all 6” inside the Ebony Jobber’s bowels. He began to pound BlackBeta’s hole. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! His cock pulsed and throbbed each time Jackson clenched down on it and moaned around George’s cock. “OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!”
Donald’s grunts grew louder. His panting became labored. He slowed his thrusts and gave George a signal to pull out. Strong did and the UltimateBottom raised his size 15 right boot and placed it against BB’s neck. He forced the former Champ’s face onto the canvas. Then he resumed railing BlackBeta’s hole in a scene of utter domination.
As the crowd stood silent and spellbound, Livingston pummeled the Ebony Jobber. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “TAKE MY COCK, BITCH!” Donald yelled.
“Fuck yeah…OH!” BB exclaimed into the canvass, “Fuck me harder, take my hole!” “AND WHAT ARE YOU NOW?” Livingston said, grunting. “I…I…I’m…BlackBeta,” BB whimpered into the mat as the fat cock continued to drill his hole. Donald laughed, “AND WHO AM I?” “The…the…ULTIMATE TOP!” BB exclaimed.
“FUCK RIGHT, I AM!” Livingston yelled, and thrust forward a final time. His body shook as his cock exploded a massive cum load inside BlackBeta. Now a few in the crowd were chanting “UT! UT! UT!”
In the far corner, where no one had been looking, DaddyDomSal had dragged Coach Stan, slapped him awake, and turned him to face the turnbuckles. The Coach’s royal blue Speedo and Sal’s red squares lay to one side. Maybe Danny had lost but that didn’t mean Sal had, too.
Stan’s legs had been kicked apart to give the Daddy Dom access to his hole. Bracing his hands on Stan’s shoulders, Sal was fucking him with his 9” cut cock. The Coach was moaning in pleasure as his 8.5” cock bounced up and down with each of Sal’s thrusts into his hole.
The Daddy Dom grunted then went over the edge. His whole olive-skinned body spasmed as he climaxed deep inside the Coach. Stan’s cock, handsfree, shot out a huge load of cum, which landed on the middle turnbuckle and the mat below it. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!’
As he came down from his climax, the UltimateTop lifted his black boot from the Ebony Jobber’s neck. He kicked him in the obliques and forced him onto his back.
The former Champ’s 9” cock and balls remained locked up in the metal cage. Smears of pre-cum lined the bars of the cage. His big hairless balls pushed through the spaces between the bars. Cum leaked from his gapping hole onto the canvass.
Delilah removed her black high heels and moved from the ropes to stand over BlackBeta. George Strong joined her. While George jerked his 8” cock, DeLovely pulled her 11” spear of cock from the leg hole of her leotard and stroked it to full mast. Within seconds, both dicks were throbbing and, as their bodies shuddered, ropes of cum shot skyward. The white semen fused together then rained down on the former Champ’s eyes, nose and mouth, coating him completely.
Phillip had been standing by the ropes the whole time. His 8.5” cock pressed against the front of his black leather Speedo. He walked over to where BlackBeta lay on his back. He picked up one of DeLovely’s high heels as he straddled BB’s torso and faced his crotch.
The Champ lowered himself until he sat on the former Champ’s abs. He took the pointy end of the heel and pressed it between the metal bars of Jackson’s cock cage. The end pushed into the soft flesh of BlackBeta’s balls, causing him to shriek in pain. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” “Just a taste of what’s to come in our title match,” the Blonde Alpha Sadist sneered, “Just a little taste.”
Then Phillip rose and snapped his fingers. Delilah went to her black bag and pulled out a black hood. As she sashayed back to the Champ, the UltimateTop and George Strong each grabbed one of the BlackBeta’s forearms and dragged him to the nearby ropes. They braced the back of his body up against the middle rope. A trail of cum dotted the route the former Champ’s body had taken from center ring.
The defiled Ebony Jobber watched as Phillip the Philistine stepped forward, holding the black hood DeLovely had fetched for him. Holding the top ropes, Phillip’s 34” quads straddled the former Champ’s throat. Then he reached forward and covered BlackBeta’s head and face with the black hood with nose and mouth holes.
The Champ smirked as he began to squeeze the Ebony Jobber’s neck. Gasping and wheezing sounds emanated from under the hood. Phillip’s thick cock tented out the front of his black leather Speedo.
He said, “This is how I’ll finish you. You’ll be in blackness as you submit to me fully—calling me your Alpha Master. Then you’ll be KO’d by my pythons. You’re comeback will be over. You’ll be finished.”
BlackBeta’s arc of redemption was destined to be one of humiliation.
With that, the Blonde Alpha Sadist released his quads grip and stood. He turned and gave a signal to Delilah, the UltimateTop and George. All four stepped between the top and middle ropes and walked down the metal steps. Showered in boos, the foursome strutted up the ramp way and, without stopping, exited through the curtains.
They left behind the hooded, naked former Champ braced against the middle rope. His caged cock and balls were on full display. In the opposite corner, Coach Stan sat speechless on his ass, naked except for his boots. Cum splattered the mat. Sal was long gone.
A single 3” black heel lay in the center of the ring—a souvenir left by Delilah DeLovely.
* * * * *
An hour later…In the guest locker room.
BlackBeta sat on the bench as Coach Stan kneaded his broad shoulders. The Ebony Jobber was still naked but no longer wore a hood. His 9” cock and balls remained locked up in his metal cage.
“Gentleman,” a cheery voice said from the entrance to the locker room, “I think I have something that belongs to Ronald.”
Jackson looked up. He knew that voice, and there was only one person who liked to call him “Ronald.”
Silver-haired Dandy Dawson grinned from the doorway. In his right hand, the former TSWF promoter held a chrome-colored key.
(The End.)
Epilogue:
Just then the TV monitors in the arena flickered to life. They showed Danny Masters in the shower room of the home locker room. He was on all fours. Behind him was the AsianMuscleGod who was pounding his 8” uncut cock into Danny’s hole. Master Han stood in front of the Amateur Bodybuilder and was skull fucking him with his 7” uncut cock.
There was no sound but the fans could see that Masters was being roughly fucked at both ends. His ass cheeks jiggled each time Wu Teng’s smooth balls slapped into them. Saliva dripped from the corners of Danny’s mouth as he tried to keep up with Han’s thrusts.
Both AMG and Han Junhon had stripped off their black leather vests and chaps. Wu Teng’s 6’4”, 250 pound physique dominated Masters’ body from behind. His 54” chest and abs were entirely smooth. He thrust hips forward and back while fisting Danny’s longish black hair. The Cocky Showboat was indeed being punished for his sins....
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