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BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (10)

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Chapter Ten:  ’Stakes’ in Hell’s Kitchen In the Hell’s Kitchen Arena ring, the fans were chanting “BA!  BA!  BA!” and “FUCK DM!  FUCK DM!”  BlackAlpha had dragged an awakening, naked Danny Master by his silky  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’ 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 becoming semi-hard between his legs.  He could feel his own 9” cock strain against the bars of his cage.   BA turned to Coach Stan, “Is she coming?  With the key?”  The Coach put up both his hands as if to say “I dunno” but ring announcer Vern Wonder whispered from the apron, ...
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BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (9)

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Chapter Nine:  Contender Match in Hell’s Kitchen The Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters was clearly aroused by his domination of the Ebony Hero BlackAlpha.  Masters’ hog of a cock tented upwards in his translucent Speedo.   He held the helpless and naked former Champ in an ELEVATED SURFBOARD above him. Having returned to the ring, the UltimateBottom walked to where BlackAlpha was suspended.  With a snicker, his left hand grasped the metal cock cage.  He pressed the points of his fingers between the metal bars and dug into the Ebony Hero’s balls.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”   In this position, though, Livingston’s 6’8” 325 pound frame momentarily blocked out what Daddy Dom Sal could see from Masters’ corner.  That was all that Stan needed to vault into the ring. He sprinted to where Jackson was being surfboarded and, as Sal shouted “NO!”, dived forward, and CRASHED into Danny’s and BlackAlpha’s arms.  All three men collapsed into each other in...
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BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (8)

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Chapter Eight:  Contender Match in Hell’s Kitchen 6’8” Donald Livingston clambered into the ring and took up his position in the center.  Half-smirking, half-sneering, the "guest" referee beckoned BlackAlpha and Danny Masters to join him, and the two contenders moved forward from their corners. BlackAlpha’s gaze again went to Masters’ Speedo-covered cock.  The swollen head was nearly purple.  Danny smirked as they approached, “I’d heard you were now a cock whore.  Some rumors are true.”   Before BA could respond, the UltimateBottom sneered, “We meet again, Bitch.”   “You know this dude?” Masters asked.   “Yeah,” BlackAlpha said, not taking his eyes off Livingston, “I know him.”  He paused, “I beat him.  Fucked him.  Turned him into the UltimateBottom.” Ignoring the dig, Donald asked “No more dreadlocks?”   “I learned they can be a liability.  Learned that from you, asshole,” the bald Jackson said. “Well...
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