Phillip the Blonde Alpha Sadist v. Champ Samson aka the Mighty Gladiator (6)

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’s attendants in black had positioned Brutus’s sleeping body so his face lay upwards on the apron. The rest of his body stretched under the bottom rope into the ring. The attendants raised his huge hairy legs and hooked his boots backwards under the middle rope, folding the Hairy Behemoth like an accordion. 

Straps were wrapped Brutus’s quads and tied to the middle rope. His black Speedo-covered ass pointed upwards inside the ring. With a big grin, Leo reached in and fished out the soft, 12” Anaconda from the Hairy Beast’s black Speedo pouch. He let the thick, long cock dangle downwards close to Brutus’s face.

One of the attendants inserted a cushion under Brutus’s head, propping up his bearded face until the Hairy Beast’s lips bumped into his manhood. Leo paused to admire Brutus’s vulnerable position. “When he gets hard, he’ll be forced to blow himself,” he chuckled, adding, “while his hole is pounded from inside the ring.”

Phillip snarled at Samson, “Look at you, the Mightly Gladiator. On display for me! Nothing but my new submissive Bitch!” He SLAMMED his right black boot into the pouch of Gavras’s white Speedo. THUD! “OOOOHHHHHH!!!” yelled the Champ.

Samson felt agonizing pain spreading from his balls to his nerve-endings. He twisted his head trying to extricate himself from the corner but felt Delilah tighten the whip around his neck to keep him firmly in place.

The Blonde Heel snickered and sent another kick into Samson’s bulge. THUD! “OOOOHHHHHH!!!” Samson shrieked, then pleaded, “PLEASE!” Phillip laughed, looking at the horny fans crowded outside the ring. “Look at your He-man. He is begging now. What a worthless jobber Bitch!”

THUD! “OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! NO MORE!” Gavras screamed.

“Had enough?” Phillip asked sarcastically, “I don’t think so!” Grabbing the top ropes on both sides of the ring post, he placed his left black leather boot on Samson’s pouch and stood up, putting all of his 225 pounds of pressure on the Mighty Gladiator’s balls. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Samson had never felt such physical pain.

The boos in the crowd had died down as the spectators realized Samson was fast becoming Phillip’s Bitch. A few chants of “TI-NA!” rang out, along with “PHIL-IP!” Delilah grinned, “They’re coming around!”

As DeLovely continued to choke Samson, the Blonde Heel stepped back down then lifted both of Samson’s legs off the middle ropes. Then he grabbed the waistband of the Hero’s white Speedo. With the crowd watching intently, he peeled the Speedo down Tino’s big quads and over his white boots, exposing his big 9.5” cut cock nestled in a thick patch of black pubes. The Blonde Heel snorted when he saw that the Mighty Gladiator’s torpedo-shaped cock was semi-hard.

“Turning you on, am I?” Phillip said with a sneer. He held up Samson’s white Speedo then shoved the gear inside the front of his black leather Speedo--wiping the white fabric over his cock and balls and the remnants of cum from his orgasm after forcing Hawk’s emission. He moved the white Speedo around to his rear and slid it through his sweaty ass crack before holding up the Speedo for all to see, “Don’t you know that a white Speedo screams ‘JOBBER’?”

More in the crowd chanted “TI-NA!” as the Blonde Heel shoved the used Speedo into Samson’s mouth, “Mmmppphhhhh!!!” The Mighty Gladiator’s senses were overwhelmed by an aroma that was musky, sweaty, and cummy all at once. His eyes watered and blinked.

Phillip kicked Samson’s legs apart, stepped back, aimed his right black leather boot again, and SLAMMED it into Samson’s exposed balls repeatedly. THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! With each kick came muffled screams and pleas through Tino’s Speedo gag. But his half-hard cock betrayed the Mighty Macedon, and it started to rise. The cut head and thick shaft swelled until it was fully erect and swaying in front of his hairy abs. One more kick—THUD!—and a pearl of pre-cum appeared at the Champ’s slit.

Phillip signaled to Delilah to release the noose around the Mighty Gladiator’s throat and neck. As she did, the Blonde Heel fisted Samson’s long black hair and dragged the stumbling, still-gagged Hero around the ring, with his swollen dick bouncing up and down.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist approached the far corner and SLAMMED Samson’s handsome bearded face into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “MMMPPPHHH!!!” came the muffled cry of pain. Phillip snickered and yanked Samson by his long hair to the adjacent corner where he SLAMMED the Hero’s face into the top turnbuckle twice with even greater force. CLANG! CLANG! “MMMPPPHHH!!!”

As the once proud and Mighty Gladiator staggered backwards from the corner, his gray green eyes were glassy. Phillip pulled his face downwards and applied an INVERTED FACE LOCK. He pulled the white Speedo gag out of the Hero’s mouth, then knelt and dragged Samson’s bearded face and body backwards, before lodging his face in his armpit—a perfectly executed DRAGON SLEEPER. “Like that, Bitch?” he taunted, as he rubbed Tino’s nose and mouth against his sweaty pit hair.

The Blonde Heel’s free hand reached forward and wrapped around Samson’s still hard torpedo-shaped cock. He stroked the fat dick, causing the Mighty Gladiator to moan into his armpit, “Ohhhhhhhh! Fuuuccckkkkkkk!”

DeLovely swooned from the apron, "Phillip, you are my Ultimate Heel!” 

Samson felt both the pain of his contorted body and the pleasure of his cock being jerked. It was beginning to pulse in Phillip’s hand. He opened his mouth and licked the Blonde Heel’s dirty blonde pit hair, tasting his musk and sweat, losing himself in his Dom’s grasp.

Phillip snorted at the Mighty Gladiator’s submissiveness. He suddenly let go of Samson’s cock and shoved his hairy, ripped body off his knee. “Oh, I’m not done with you, Bitch!” he declared.

Fisting Samson’s long black hair again, the Blonde Alpha Sadist dragged the He-man to his feet and marched him—and his swaying erect cock—back to the corner where Delilah stood on the apron.

The Blonde Heel shoved the Mighty Gladiator’s back against the turnbuckles. DeLovely immediately wrapped the leather whip around his throat, holding him once more in place.

Phillip reached under the bottom rope and retrieved the TSWF championship belt. He sneered, “Let’s get something straight, right now! This is my belt! Not yours, Bitch!”  

Then he raised the metal belt and SLAMMED it down on Samson’s forehead. WHAM! “AAAGGGHHH!!!” The blow made the Mighty Gladiator’s legs buckle but DeLovely continued to hold him in place.

The Blonde Heel dropped the belt and formed claws with both his hands. He applied them to Samson’s brown nipples, digging deeply and twisting them in an agonizing PEC CLAW. “How’s this feel, Tina?” Phillip sneered. “AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!” shrieked Samson.

The Blonde Heel finally relented. He raised his right arm and pulled the Mighty Gladiator’s face into his hairy pit once more. As Samson began to tongue bathe the hair, the crowd chanted “TI-NA! TI-NA! TI-NA!” 

“Such a sub, Bitch” Phillip cracked before raising his left arm and pulling Tino’s face into that pit. “Lick it all, Bitch!” he ordered. 

After a few seconds, the Blonde Alpha Sadist signaled for Delilah to release the noose around Gavras’s neck. He turned Samson to face the corner, then snaked his right arm between the Hero’s legs and HAULED him up onto his shoulders and back in a TORTURE RACK.  

While his left hand pressed down on Samson’s throat, his right hand formed a BALL CLAW around the Champ’s balls, CRUSHING them. “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  

Laughing, DeLovely gazed out at the crowd and waved her right hand, “What do you think of your He-man now?”

The Casa Calamari fans gasped at the sight of the hairy Champion’s physique, bulging with muscle, and hard cock, wearing only his white boots, sprawled across the Blonde Heel’s broad back and shoulders. 

Phillip sneered as he stomped around the ring—knowing that each step sent shockwaves of pain throughout the Mighty Gladiator’s body. Everyone could see that Gavras was trying to tap--to submit to the Blonde Heel--but he was ignored.

DeLovely slid into the ring. But she was Delilah no more. She had ditched her blonde wig, fake size 40D breasts and black heels. Delwin Dickson had replaced the Fabulous Vixen—the same Delwin who had fucked Dandy Dawson.  

Standing 6’3”—with defined and smooth 49” ebony pecs and washboard abs—he wore only a silver jock strap. Inside the pouch—hidden from view from the ring room crowd—his 11” black spear of a cock strained against the cage confining it.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist moved back to center ring with Samson still racked across his shoulders and crying out in pain. With a smirk, Phillip released his ball claw and let Gavras slide off his back. KER-SPLAT!

Looking down at the Champ as he lay on his back twitching, Phillip said, “Time for this Bitch to submit to me!” With that, he ran to the side ropes, climbed up to the middle one, and jumped backwards, turning 360 degrees in mid-air and landing with his full weight on Samson’s chest in a MOONSAULT! WHAM! The Champ’s body started to jackknife from the force of the impact but fell back to the mat.

All could see that Gavras’s torpedo-shaped cock had deflated. He looked dazed, lying face up on the canvass, his body twitching.

Delwin grabbed his long black hair and dragged the once Mighty Macedon on his back over to the ropes opposite of those where Brutus lay sleeping folded over himself. Dickson positioned Samson’s broad back and shoulders against the middle ropes. The Champ’s head hung back and down over the middle rope. His gray green eyes were unfocused.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist watched his prey being positioned and palmed the front of his black leather Speedo pouch. He could feel his 8.5” cut cock harden.  

Phillip slid out of the ring onto the apron near Samson’s head. Facing outward from the ring, he stepped over and straddled Samson’s body. He leaned back onto the top ropes and squatted down until his quads surrounded Gavras’s throat. “Worship me, Slut!” he demanded.

Samson’s eyes widened as he saw the Blonde Heel’s 52” smooth pecs and washboard abs rise above him. First, Phillip simply placed his hands behind his neck, showing off his muscular arms and dirty blonde armpit hair.  

Then he double bi-flexed above Tino. 

Samson’s hands began to roam across Phillip’s chest, feeling the hardness of his pectoral muscles and stiff dark brown nipples. Once again, Samson’s cut cock betrayed him. All 9.5” thickened and began to rise upwards—obviously turned on by Phillip’s domination.

“That’s it, sub! Worship a real Alpha Male body!” Phillip sneered. He kissed the peak of each bicep before forcing Samson’s face into the black leather bulge.

Delwin watched from inside the ring then glanced at Leo, “Alright, it’s almost time for those chains. Be a dear and retrieve them for me.”

Samson’s hands continued to range all over the Blonde Alpha Sadist’s chest and abs. “Tell me who I am,” demanded Phillip. “My….my….” “Say it, Bitch!” the Blonde Heel ordered.  

“My…Master…my Alpha Dom,” the Chump whimpered as he worshiped Phillip’s torso.

“That’s right,” said the Blonde Alpha Sadist, “And now you know my true identity…I am Phillip THE PHILISTINE, your Lord and Conqueror!”

Suddenly, Samson felt the full force of Phillip’s 34” quads as they squeezed tighter and tighter. His oxygen was slowly cut off in the FACE-TO-CROTCH SCISSORS. He grew dizzy. His hands pawed at the Blonde Heel’s smooth torso as his boots kicked at the canvas. He made rasping sounds as saliva leaked from his mouth.

[Mason Brooks being KO’d by Monstah Mike is in the same position as former He-Man Samson.]

"NIGHT, NIGHT!" chanted the ring room faithful, knowing the Champ's reign was about to end.

Then the former Mighty Macedon's hands slowed and slid downward as his legs ceased movement. His eyes rolled backward. With his hard 9.5” cock laying across his hairy abs, Samson the Would-Be He-Man had been KO’d!

DING! DING! DING!

(To be continued.)