VinnyMuscleStallion’s Ring

Chapter Six: Will the Blonde Heel Destroy The Hairy He-Man? The fans in Leo’s Casa Calamari ring room were stunned with the realization they were now watching a Tri-State Wrestling Fed title match--courtesy of Delilah DeLovely.  A few continued to boo but most watched the action.  Samson’s 53” hairy chest heaved as he gasped for air after being speared by the Blonde Alpha Sadist. DeLovely still held him in place with the black whip wrapped around his neck and throat. The spear had forced the Mighty Gladiator onto the middle turnbuckle. His 24” biceps were draped over the top ropes on each side of the ring post. Before Samson could react, Phillip lifted each of his muscular legs, spread them wide, and lodged his white boots under the middle rope on each side of the post. “Don’t you look fetching?” the Blonde Heel said as the Might Gladiator’s massive physique--his 53” chest, hard abs, and big bulge—were all fully exposed in this position. Meanwhile, Leo...

Chapter Five: Straight Boy's Submission by Emission As BeefcakeBobbyHawk lay sleeping, his head covered in a black rubber hood, Phillip turned again towards Samson. With a smirk, he slowly tugged down his black leather Speedo. His dark blonde, almost brown, pubes emerged. They were, at most, slightly trimmed. The base of a thick, veiny cock became visible. He was more than semi-hard.  By the time he pulled the gear over his cock head, it was clear Phillip was packing about an 8.5” cut cock. Audible sighs broke out in the ring room at the sight of the largest mushroom head in the TSWF, which already glistened in the spotlight from Phillip’s pre-cum.  The Blonde Heel sneered at the Mighty Gladiator, “Oh yeah, we both know this is what you want, and I plan to give it to you, Bitch!” While DeLovely leaned into the turnbuckles in a ring corner, Phillip knelt down. His big cock did not curve upwards but shot straight out from his groin, with h...

Chapter Four: It's Not Over Until It's Over   The Blonde Alpha Sadist walked to where Hawk lay on his chest. He placed his right black boot on Bobby’s back and raised his muscular arms in victory. The crowd resumed booing and jeering him. From outside the ring, Leo said into his mic, “Ok, let’s go, Round Two, gents!”  Samson caught DeLovely’s eye. He had begun to feel she couldn’t be trusted. There was something going on between her and Phillip. DING! DING! DING! Phillip reached down and grabbed Bobby’s neck. He hauled him upwards then slid his right hand between Hawk’s legs and scooped up his body before turning and SLAMMING his back onto the mat. BAM! “UUUGGGHHH!!!” Hawk’s lean, muscular body jack-knifed upwards. The Blonde Heel began a series of hard kicks into Bobby’s obliques—WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!—forcing the jobber to roll towards the ropes where he ended up on his back. Phillip paused to reach his right han...

Chapter Three: Let The Destruction Begin BeefcakeBobbyHawk struggled to regain his footing after being flattened onto the canvas by Phillip’s vicious double axe handle. Just as he stood, the Blonde Alpha Sadist was right there, first SLAPPING Hawk’s scruffy face—WHAP!—then kneeing him right in groin. SQUISH! “OOF!” The  Beefcake’s hands covered his battered pouch as he fell backwards and rolled away from Phillip. The ring room was filled with boos and jeers—all directed at the Blonde Heel. Phillip stalked Bobby to the ropes where he lay on his back, still in pain. Lifting his left black boot, the Blonde Alpha STOMPED Bobby’s chest once—BAM!—then his cut abs three times! BAM! BAM! BAM! Phillip sneered as he dragged the Beefcake up to his feet by the ropes. He wasted no time tying Bobby’s muscular arms into the top and middle ropes. Kicking Hawk’s legs apart, Phillip sent another knee upwards, SMASHING into his balls. “UUUGG...

Chapter Two: Welcome to Leo's Casa Calamari “C’mon in, gents!” exclaimed the smiling, silver-haired owner of Leo’s Casa Calamari. Leo stood at the door of the restaurant and ushered the hordes of horny men inside. With a wave of his right arm, he pointed to his back room where he hosted wrestling matches.  The handsome and charming restauranteur was about 60 years old and tall—around 6’2”. He weighed about 210 pounds and was quite fit for his age. He was all about class and wore a tailored black tuxedo that hugged his body. The restaurant on Third Avenue in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, had been the site of many gay wrestling matches, including Casa Calamari Champ VinnyMuscleStallion’s epic battle and rematch against the PR Alpha Stud, JoelAlphaHunk. Tonight Leo had agreed to host the Tri-State Wrestling Fed contender match between BeefcakeBobbyHawk and Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist. “Ah, there you are!” said the beaming restauranteur as he watched Delilah DeL...

Chapter One: Contenders and Traitors At the Tri-State Wrestling Fed’s midtown offices in Manhattan…. “So,” Delilah continued, “I’ve decided on these two.” She turned over 2 8x10” color photographs. Each showed a hunky wrestler. Tapping the first photo with her right index silver acrylic fingernail, DeLovely began to explain, “24-year old BeefcakeBobbyHawk. 6’1” and 200 pounds. 48” chest and 18” biceps. 32” waist and 33” quads. Hails from the Midwest.” Both Samson and Brutus leaned forward. Bobby had a handsome model’s face, dark scruff, and big smile. He had shortish dark brown hair, and soft brown eyes. The stud was leanly muscled but well-defined. A light coat of brown hair covered his pecs. An even lighter coat spread across the bottom of his cut six pack.  Bobby wore only a dark blue jock strap with a gold waistband. Dark hair graced the inside of his thighs near his impressive bulge. His forearms and legs we...