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 hood 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 hood over Bobby’s head, covering it completely as he lay sleeping on the canvass.
(To be continued.)
Chapter 4 Comments
ReplyDeleteFirst off, wow, the new photo of Phillip is fucking hot!
Second, what an outstanding second round Vinny. I loved that, early in the round, Bobby goes balls out (literally and figuratively) by first, stripping down to his dark blue jockstrap with its gold piping, and then pulling both balls out threatening to teabag Philly Boy.
Third, even more, I loved seeing that the devious Delilah could be counted on to turn the tables, ensuring that things stayed the course. What supposed straight, Division 1 All-American doesn't love a snake in his ass. Bobby, that is who! "Bobby, next time, maybe a little less eyeing your impressive big, smooth balls and more focus on the underhanded tactics of DeLovely and the fact that her hold on Phillip did not include his arms."
"Bobby, what a rookie mistake! Welcome to the big leagues, Boi. You're not in Iowa anymore. Next time, try doing your homework! While Philly may look like your typical blonde toy boy, he is the reigning Champ in the largest underground wrestling ring on the West Coast. He boasts of having never lost a match, and he is notorious for not just beating his opponents, but out-and-out humiliating them. Known as The Alpha Blonde Sadist, he is a nasty piece of work in a cute package." As far as the delectable Delilah DeLovely goes, she is proving to be nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Just ask Samson, you big oaf. "Hello, is anyone home up there?"
As for there being a next time for beefcake Bobby, it would seem that remains to be seen now that he is Alpha Blonde Sadist's personal sub, and currently imprisoned in a form-fitting black rubber hood, with nose and mouth holes, but none for his eyes. Whether good or bad, my money is on the very constrictive hood resulting in making Bobby docile and obedient. Such a pity that it may be quite some time before Bobby's pretty boy face sees the light of day again.
Fourth, Vinny, I loved that you continue to reference Kid Leopard and his wrestling style and merciless tactics. He is truly a heel extraordinare--perhaps even the ultimate heel in this humble jobber's opinion. God, what I would give to climb into the ring with Leopard and experience exactly what our beefcake did at the hands of The Alpha Blonde Sadist. Kid Leopard is a master on using all sorts of torturous and debilitating holds such as the Cobra Clutch and the Front Facing Sleeper aka Kiss of Death. In fact, I think of Kid Leopard and the Kiss of Death as being synmonous. Please keep including sleeper holds in your stories as they are one of, if not, the most erotic holds. I love seeing a hunk like Bobby, in a sleeper, resisting and fighting with all his might, only to slowly go limp and inevitably succumb to the hold by going completely under.
Lastly, Vinny, you hit it out of the park with the introduction of the black rubber mask at the very end when Bobby is stretched out on the canvas asleep. I would love to be ringside when Bobby comes to and finds himself enveloped in blackness. I bet he loses it. I know I would.
I also really loved it when Bobby opened his mouth to say something only to have Phillip lean forward and spit directly into it.That certainly had to have the effect of stopping Bobby in his tracks. Bet he will think twice before opening that big beautiful mouth of his in the future, which should have the effect of making him all the more docile. It is so fucking hot when a big beautiful beefy guy, the likes of Bobby, is made to enter into a state of docility. Anyone agree with me?
ReplyDeleteWhatever Bobby's aspirations may have been for himself, he can kiss them good-bye. Phillip's plan is to reduce the former Division 1 All-American to a mere "piece of meat" to be used as his and Deliah's sex slave until he is replaced by Samson, at which time he may be gifted to Dandy Dawson. In the meantime, picture Bobby being spitroasted by The Alpha Blonde Sadist and the devil incarnate herself, Delilah DeLovey.
Fingers crossed, if all goes well, it won't be too long before the wrestler, formerly known as BeefcakeBobbyHawk (albeit it briefly) will fully be transitioned to Bobby, The BeefcakeBooby, property of Alpha Blonde Sadist. Looking forward to Chapter 5.
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