Dawson's foreman Gary Bennett sat in his chair, mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe what Dave had just suggested. Have the construction crew applicants wrestle each other? For 'stakes'? Dawson grinned at him. “And,” the contractor continued, “We’ll make the winner service the two of us. As kind of…an 'initiation.'” “Okay, Dave, but I’m not even sure these guys are gay or bi. They might not go for it.” “If ...
“Well, I’m doing a story on you and how you ended up running the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. Also, I want to ask about the current situation. You know, where you have no Champ, and what you intend to do about it.” The reporter stared into Dawson’s piercing blue eyes and handsome face. He felt his 8” cut cock begin to stiffen in his slacks. Hold it together, Cedric thought to himself.
Round 1 (of 3) between Billy and Danny vs. Mr. Perez and Mr. Alvarez! Billy and Danny knew they had to take advantage early against the teachers to be able to dominate them in the ring!
In my Dragon Sleeper, Bobby groaned into my pit then began to utter a muffled “I….I…” Suddenly, I felt a thick, tattooed forearm surround my throat and yank me up and backwards violently. I let go of the blonde muscle stud as my attacker applied a REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD. Now it was me gasping as I tried to pry the assaulter’s arm free of my throat. Bobby got to his feet and shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. “About ...
After the blonde stud Bobby had left my Palm Springs house to get his wrestling gear, I had cleared a large space in my living room and laid out my black wrestling mats on the white porcelain floor. I had taken a shower in my outdoor shower. As the hot water rained down on me, my mind drifted to the young gymnast’s muscled physique. I was more naturally attracted to the Latino Rico but something about Bobby also made me horny as hell. ...
I looked back and saw Bobby. “Say, Daddy,” he said in a low tone of voice, “Maybe after the demo, we can grapple. I could probably teach you some new holds.” He winked. I was taken aback by his boldness. Trying not to show it, I flashed a cocky grin and said “So says the blonde muscle boy.” He smiled and withdrew his hand from my shoulder, “Yeah, you’ll love submitting to me, Daddy.” Over his shoulder, I could see ...
Buck stayed. Brody left. Now in their 30's, these two former best friends are bigger and beefier. They meet up again for the first time in five years, re-connecting on the mats in their tighty-whities, just like they did in high school.
Rugby jock Tim (20) headlocks teammate Stephen in the locker room humiliating and stimulating him. Turned on and desperate to cum Stephen needs release!
The beginning of February, winter, around forty degrees outside, when the door opens, and in walks a dude with short pants and a tee shirt. I grinned and turned to welcome him when I saw a picture of a man raising his hands above the huge sign “I POOPED TODAY!” on his shirt.
Last Thursday, he walked in a shirt saying something like, “I’d flex, but I like this shirt.” And kept taunting Matt the whole time about it for some reason. ...
“I want both Putas on all fours in front of my big cock!” Luis exclaimed. Jorge peeled Bill’s dark blue Speedo down his legs. His semi-hard 9.5” cut cock sprang free. His chrome metal cock ring encircled his thick cock root and balls. It glistened in the ring lights. Jorge yanked Bill onto all fours. He positioned both black police officers—father and son—in front of Luis and eye level with his nephew’s tenting poser ...
Officer Bill Davenport loomed above Luis Cortez’s bodybuilder body. The Latino teen was on his knees with his arms tied into the top and middle ropes. Bill cupped the pouch of his Speedo, feeling his hardening shaft. His beat down of the Punk had him and his 9.5” cut cock worked up. “Grrrrrrrrrr,” he growled thinking of sinking his big cock in the Latino’s creamy walnut ass.
Bill and Jorge entered the ring from opposite corners. Bill paused a few steps from center ring and went into a crab pose, flexing his huge shoulder muscles and 53” pecs. A professional bodybuilder, Jorge accepted the challenge. He turned sideways, his right hand encircled his left wrist, and he flexed his glistening left tricep into a perfect horseshoe. But Jorge couldn’t take his eyes off the black muscle stud.
Five minutes later….Tommy Jay reached up and grabbed the rope connected to the bell. DING! DING! DING! Carlos vaulted over the top rope from the opposite corner and moved forward, intent on avenging his son Luis’s humiliation. He wanted to face Big Bill's brother, the man who had just KO'd his son. Sure enough, from the opposite corner, Little Li smirked and stepped between the top and middle ropes.
“Fucking cheaters!” hollered Jorge from the Cortez corner.” “Cabrons!” yelled Carlos who had rejoined Jorge on the apron. “Yeah, yeah…” Bill said, “But first we get to inflict a little punishment on your piece of shit boy.” Tommy Jay had retrieved something from his duffel bag and re-entered the ring. It appeared to be a massage gun. At its end was an attachment with two prongs.
Without warning, all three Davenports suddenly double bi-flexed at the Cortez tag team. Lionel, Bill and Tommy each had trimmed black pit hair and smooth chests. Only Lionel had black hair on his lower abs. The Cortez’s were not short but the Davenports’ ebony physiques seem to tower over them. Both Bill and his fraternal twin were 6’4” and TJ was 6’3”. Their combined weight was 705 pounds. By contrast, Jorge and Carlos ...
The Cortez family members undressed in the locker room. Jorge pulled out three skimpy white posers from his duffel bag and handed one each to his brother Carlos and nephew Luis. Jorge couldn’t help but notice Luis’s big uncut cock dangling between his legs. It must be 11” fully hard, he thought to himself. Luis caught his uncle staring and smirked “Tio Jorge, now, now….” Jorge grinned and looked away.
As they reached the parking lot, Carlos and Jorge could see Luis was being held in place as the younger officer began a pat down, frisking the teen bodybuilder. “Hey officers, what’s up?” shouted Carlos, adding “That’s my hijo...my son!” “Stay out of the way,” demanded Tommy, as he continued his pat down. When his right hand got to Luis’s bulge, TJ palmed it for several seconds—definitely longer than was necessary. He ...
Now a little less reclusive, a twink advances his sexual discovery through an encounter with a teammate. More independent than last summer, he makes great strides in going after what he wants.
The scene in the Hell’s Kitchen Arena ring was one of bedlam. Naked and unconscious, Tino Gavras still hung downward on his face, suspended from the top ropes in his corner. His twin brother Costa, also naked, remained in a Tree of Woe. Beginning to awaken, he was shaking his head. The fans were chanting, alternately, “STAKES!” and “FUCK THE TWINS!” Costa felt a pit in his stomach. His hole had never been penetrated. And ...
With a slap on his back by the AsianMuscleGod for encouragement, Danny Masters stepped towards center ring. The naked Champ Tino Gavras—still unsteady on his feet after his hole had been relentlessly fucked by Brutus the Beast—began to move towards the Amateur Bodybuilder. Danny smirked as he raised his arms offering to lock up elbow and collar with the Champ.
Chants of “TINO! TINO! TINO!” broke out during the intermission but were interrupted as ring announcer Vern Wonder stepped into the ring and said “Gents! May I have your attention? I give you the one and only Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter, the silver-haired, blue-eyed Daddy…Dandy Dawson!!!” A spotlight shone at the top of the ramp way where Dawson stood in his silver Speedo. At 55, Dandy was 6”1” and weighed 185 ...
Danny Masters moved out quickly again. He motioned for Gavras to meet him at center ring. OrangeMuscle took a few steps in that direction. Then he accelerated his stride and literally ran at the Amateur Bodybuilder—jumping at the last moment and SPEARING Masters in his solar plexus. THUD! “OOF!” Danny slammed onto his broadly muscled back, gasping for air. Gavras mounted his prone body and began to rain down fists on the ...
With the ringing of the bell, the Hell’s Kitchen Arena crowd went into a near frenzy. Danny Masterson moved confidently to the middle of the ring. He raised both muscled arms and challenged the (apparent) Champ to a test of strength. Gavras approached in his size 12 orange boots and tentatively raised his olive-skinned, heavily muscled arms.
Tanner Wu aka Wu-Teng aka the AsianMuscleGod was wearing his trademark black leather vest and chaps with a black cod piece. He stood behind the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masterson in the visitor’s locker room of the Hell’s Kitchen Arena. Danny was attracted to full-length mirrors like a bee is to honey. He couldn’t get enough of his own image. At the moment, he was flexing his six-pack and pointing to the ridges.
“I need another couple of weeks,” Coach Stan pleaded. “You’ve been saying that for more than a month, Stan,” replied Dandy Dawson, “Tino’s gotta defend his title or lose it. It’s as simple as that.” “But Boss,” the Coach complained, “You broke the man down. He’s a submissive bitch. No way he can defend his title.” “Well, he deserved it,” the Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter said....
This story is a flashback to when I had just turned 18 and took a decision about pursuing a life changing “project”. This decision and the subsequent events formed my future path and helped me realize that I was an individual amongst millions who had the strength, intelligence and mindset to dominate others and become one of the top alpha men in this world.