Phillip the Blonde Alpha Sadist v. BeefcakeBobbyHawk (4)

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 hand inside the waistband of his black Speedo to adjust his hardening cock. He loved the feel of its thickness. Then he followed, stalking his prey, determined to give no quarter. He lowered himself, and kneeled on the Beefcake’s 48” chest.

Suddenly, Hawk pushed upwards and forced Phillip backwards. The fans, startled at first, began cheering loudly. Bobby quickly rolled the Blonde Heel onto his chest and forced his arms above his head. Then the former Collegiate Wrestler threaded his muscular arms through Phillip’s hairy pits and locked in a Full Nelson. Phillip tried to buck upwards to throw off Hawk but felt Beefcake’s quads surround his hips.

Bobby then twisted both men, ending up underneath Phillip. With his thickening bulge pressed into the Blonde Alpha’s ass, Bobby’s surprisingly powerful legs scissored Phillip’s obliques. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” yelled the Blonde Heel to the crowd’s delight. 

Hawk let go of the Full Nelson and positioned his body to the side of Phillip’s. His python-like quads squeezed hard around the Blonde Heel’s midsection, causing Phillip to groan and grunt loudly.

Samson was cheering along with the fans. He noticed that DeLovely had crossed her arms and looked either impatient or perturbed.

The Blonde Alpha pawed at Bobby’s quads, attempting to pry them loose but to no avail. Maintaining his scissors, Hawk rose up from Phillip’s side and CHOPPED his right fist into his 52” left pec. POW! “UGH!” He rose again and pounded the other pec. POW! “UGH!” 

Bobby now looked like a man on a mission. He taunted the Blonde Heel, “How’s that feel, Philly?” Then he grabbed a fistful of the Blonde Heel’s mop of unruly hair and twisted his entire body to the right and yanked Phillip’s body with him, turning both men over, only to twist violently back to his left, taking Phillip’s hair and body with him.

The Casa Calamari audience was loving every minute of the payback and chants of “HAWK! HAWK! HAWK!” rang out in the ring room.

Keeping his quads tightly wound around Phillip’s torso, Bobby was intent on turning the Blonde Heel into his personal rag doll. He rolled his body back to the right, roughly forcing Phillip again to go with him. 

“Submit asshole,” demanded Hawk. “Never fucker,” the Blonde Alpha grunted. “Back we go!” exclaimed Bobby and forced Phillip’s smooth defined body back to the left. The Blonde Heel seemed to be weakening under the vice-like grip of the former Collegiate Wrestler.

Inexplicably, Bobby suddenly opened his quads and let Phillip roll away, clutching his sides. The Beefcake stood and pulled down the straps of his singlet. He peeled down his gear exposing his dark blue jock strap with gold piping. With a confident grin, he pulled the singlet all the way off and let the fans take in his lean, hairy, and muscular frame.

The pouch of the Bobby’s jock strap didn’t entirely cover his big smooth balls, which bulged out the sides. He cupped his package and flashed an even wider grin. “Biggest balls in the TSWF!” he announced, “Wanna see the blonde pretty boy tea-bagged with them?” The fans whooped and hollered, with many chanting “YES!”

With the crowd cheering wildly, Bobby turned his attention back to Phillip who had struggled up onto his knees. Bobby broke into a grin and reached inside his right leg hole. He pulled both his smooth balls out. His cock was still hidden but had become semi-hard.

“Wait a moment!” exclaimed Delilah DeLovely. She slid quickly under the bottom rope and rose up behind the Blonde Alpha Sadist on his knees. Brutus started towards her but she gave him a “back off” sign. 

The Buxom Beauty fisted Phillip’s unruly mop of blonde hair and yanked his head back. The fans, who had first booed now applauded, as DeLovely held Phillip in place.

Beefcake look surprised but grateful. His right hand encircled the base of his balls and squeezed to magnify their size. He approached Phillip. His nuts were inches from the Blonde Heel’s face. 

“Gonna smother your pretty face with my big balls,” Hawk taunted. But DeLovely’s hold on Phillip did not include his arms. The Blonde Alpha Sadist suddenly reared back and sent his right fist upwards, SLAMMING a EURO UPPERCUT into Hawk’s nuts! SQUISH! “OOOHHHFFFF!!!”

As the audience erupted in boos, Bobby stumbled backwards in agony. He fell to his knees, covering his baby makers with both hands. Phillip stood with a wicked smile on his face. He briefly cupped his own bulge then raised one of his 22” biceps and kissed the peak. DeLovely slinked back to the ropes and stepped over them. A grin that could only be described as sinister crossed her face.

The Mighty Gladiator watched the spectacle with growing disbelief. What was Delilah—his mentor and coach for more than a year—up to?

Phillip walked over to BeefcakeBobbyHawk, still on his knees holding his exposed balls. He sent a swift knee upwards in Hawk’s chin—BAM! “UUUGGGHHH!”—rocketing the brown-haired muscle hunk onto his back. The Blonde Heel immediately straddled Bobby’s spread-eagled body and sank to his knees, positioning his leather pouch on the Beefcake’s scruffy chin. Bobby’s brown eyes widened as Phillip double-bi flexed above him, revealing his dirty blonde pit hair again. 

Phillip snarled, “Tea-bag me? I don’t think so, Bitch!” He reached backwards and twice SLAPPED Bobby’s balls still hanging outside his jock strap. WHAP! “AAAGGGHHH!” WHAP! “AAAGGGHHH!”

The Blonde Alpha Sadist smirked as he reached inside the leg hole of his black leather Speedo and slowly tugged free his own smooth balls. They were not as big as Hawk’s but hefty nonetheless. Moving his body into a push-up position over Bobby, Phillip lowered his balls onto Bobby’s face, letting them flatten out over his eyes, nose and mouth. “Mmmpppphhhh,” came the muffled sounds of the humiliated Hawk.

Boos cascaded down on the Blonde Heel as he seesawed back and forth rubbing his balls up and down the Beefcake’s face. Bobby tried to turn his head but Phillip pressed down harder to pin him in place. All the while Phillip looked outward, beyond the ropes, directly at Samson in the first row. He grinned cockily and stuck out his tongue.

Finally, the Blonde Heel sat back up on Hawk’s 48” chest. Bobby opened his mouth to say something but Phillip leaned forward and spit directly into it. “That’s more than you’re worth, loser Bitch,” he said.

Without hesitating, Phillip rose and dragged Bobby to his feet. Standing behind Hawk, the Blonde Heel threaded his left arm through Bobby’s right pit and braced it behind the Beefcake’s neck in a HALF NELSON. Phillip’s right arm then reached for Bobby’s left arm and yanked it backwards against the Beefcake’s throat, quickly applying a COBRA CLUTCH.

[Again, Kid Leopard demonstrates this chokehold.]

“AAAGGGHHH!!!” gasped Hawk as his own arm cut of his oxygen. His free right arm flailed uselessly as his body writhed against Phillip’s. 

Brutus approached and asked Hawk if he submitted, but received no answer other than some gurgling sounds.

The crowd watched the Beefcake as his legs wobbled and then gave out completely as he began to fall backwards still choking himself.

The Blonde Heel went with Bobby while maintaining the Cobra Clutch. He dropped to one knee and tightened Hawk’s grip around his own throat. Seconds later, it appeared to be over as Bobby’s lean muscled body, with his big balls still dangling from his jock, went limp.

DING! DING! DING!

“NOT ACCEPTED!” barked the Blonde Heel.

Leo yelled from the sidelines, “Are you sure?’

"Totally, I've got more to do with this Bitch,” he replied. He let go of the Cobra Clutch and BITCH SLAPPED sleeping Bobby. WHAP! WHAP!

Hawk’s eyes fluttered open only to see a sneering Phillip cradling him in his arms. “What…what happened?” he murmured, not all there.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist stood up and forced Bobby to his unsteady feet. He grabbed the waistband of Hawk’s dark blue jock and peeled it down his legs fully exposing Bobby’s flaccid cut dick and trimmed dark brown pubes resting above his huge smooth balls.

The crowd in the ring room collectively sighed at the sight of the naked hot muscle hunk who was being reduced to Phillip’s plaything.

The Blonde Heel moved in front of Bobby and put his right arm around his neck. He pressed his left hand against the Beefcake’s face covering his nose and mouth, then squeezed hard.

Bobby struggled in Phillip’s FRONT FACING SLEEPER aka KISS OF DEATH. But he couldn’t hold out for long. Soon his arms were hanging at his sides and his legs were buckling. It was immediately clear the Beefcake could not stand on his own power.

Phillip snorted. He released his sleeper hold and Bobby sunk onto Phillip’s 52” smooth pecs as pillows with his nose in the valley between them. He slid down Phillip’s body—doing a reverse crawl of shame. His scruffy face skidded over the Blonde Heel’s cut abs, then the pouch of his black leather Speedo, now bulging with the Blonde Heel’s aroused cock. Hawk then face-planted at Phillip’s feet. SPLAT!

DING! DING! DING!

“NO!” yelled the Blonde Alpha Sadist, adding “I want this Bitch’s ultimate submission!”  

He kicked Beefcake’s obliques to roll him onto his back. Then he placed his right black boot on the handsome hunk’s face and raised his muscular arms. The boos and jeers and were deafening although a few in the ring room chanted “BAS! BAS!"

Samson just shook his head, still trying to understand Delilah’s behavior and motives—with perhaps a hint of doubt beginning to creep into his own mind, knowing he would have to face Phillip.

Delilah had slid back into the ring. She was carrying something made of black rubber. She pointed at the Blonde Alpha Sadist and clapped then handed him the object. Phillip unfolded it to reveal a black rubber mask with nose and mouth holes. He bent down, saying “We don’t need to see any more of this pretty boy’s face. He’s nothing but my sub now.” With that, the Blonde Heel pulled the black mask over Bobby’s head, covering it completely as he lay sleeping on the canvass.

(To be continued.)