Phillip the Blonde Alpha Sadist v. BeefcakeBobbyHawk (5)

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 his heavy cock head weighing down his manhood.

Phillip reached for Bobby’s balls then squeezed and twisted them, causing the Beefcake to awaken in pain. “This what you like, Bitch?” snarled the Blonde Heel, adding "You're no Hawk. You're just a fucking Dove." Then he pulled Bobby’s covered head upwards and turned it so the mouth opening almost touched Phillip’s cock head. He pressed his mushroom head downwards into Dove’s mouth forcing the jobber to stretch his lips as wide as they could go.

“Let’s see how well the straight boy sucks cock,” the Blonde Heel sneered. Slowly, Phillip sunk his big pipe into Bobby’s mouth and throat, gagging the defeated wrestler, “GGG-WWW-OOO-CCC-KKK!”

“TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF MY COCK!” demanded the Blonde Heel. He thrust his cock repeatedly into the mouth hole of the black hood—into the depths of Hawk’s throat, treating the supposedly straight boy roughly.

[Kid Leopard in Phillip’s position.]

Finally, Phillip pulled out his wet hard cock. He turned and let Bobby’s head fall backwards onto the mat. Assuming the push-up position once more, Phillip began to lower himself on Dove’s body—thrusting his cock each time into the loser’s throat, skull fucking him on the mat.

Some in the crowd were palming their crotches at the sight of Phillip’s dominating position. Delilah felt her black spear of a cock hardening inside her silver jock strap and pressing into her metallic cage.

Bobby’s own cock had stiffened. Apparently, he was not as straight as he had led Delilah to believe. Erect and laying across his hairy cut abs, it grew to at least 7.5 inches and twitched as Phillip continued to face fuck the brown-haired hunk. Droplets of pre-cum spurted onto his abs and into his belly button. 

As he watched, Samson felt his torpedo-shaped 9.5” cock responding as well as it hardened inside his white Speedo.

The crowd was getting into this scene of domination and humiliation. Leo led the fans in counting each time Phillip’s cock disappeared into Bobby’s mouth and throat.

Bobby was overwhelmed by the huge mushroom head and swollen glands of his dominator. He felt warm pre-cum spurting down his throat.

After several minutes, Phillip twisted his body around, straddling Dove with his knees on both sides of his hairy pecs. He began to scoot backwards until his ass crack covered the only openings on Bobby’s face—his nose and mouth. 

[Tony Monroe being forced to cum by Kid Leopard.]

The Blonde Alpha Sadist began to stroke his fully erect and wet cock, letting strands of pre-cum drip down to Dove’s throat and pecs. 

“Fucking cum for me, sub!” he demanded of the jobber. Dove obeyed, wrapping his right hand around the base of his hard cock and starting to jerk it.

“Now lick my hole, straight boy!” The Beefcake dutifully extended his tongue into Phillip’s ass crack in search of his pucker. Finding it, Dove began to rim the Blonde Heel, causing the Alpha Male to moan in pleasure.

“That’s it, Bitch,” said Phillip, “Stroke that cock and cum for me!” Bobby jerked harder and could feel he was about to go over the edge. The fans joined in with chants of “CUM! CUM! CUM!” 

Then Dove’s balls drew up, his cock pulsed in his hand, and white hot cum shot upwards, splashing onto his hairy pecs and throat. He arched his body underneath’s Phillips, convulsing from the release, and continued shooting ropes across his chest and abs. 

“EMISSION ACCEPTED!” shouted the Blonde Alpha Sadist.

DING! DING! DING!

“THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS!” said Leo into the mic, “THE WINNER, IN TWO STRAIGHT ROUNDS, THE UNDEFEATED HEEL…PHILLIP AKA THE BLONDE ALPHA SADIST!!!” 

With the Blonde Heel still straddling Bobby’s cum-coated body, Brutus from Brazil raised the winner’s right in victory. The Casa Calamari fans cheered—impressed by the Blonde Heel’s sheer domination over Bobby.

Phillip then twisted his body once more. He straddled Dove’s neck. His 8.5” cut cock and smooth balls loomed above Bobby’s black mask. His left hand gripped his nuts while his right hand stroked the full length of his thick shaft. “Ohhhhhh,” he moaned, “Ohhhhh, you want my load, Bitch?” Bobby nodded submissively and stuck out his tongue waiting to lap up what his Alpha Dom would feed.

He watched intently as Phillip’s mushroom head became even more swollen. The Blonde Heel jerked his shaft and teased his head. After a few seconds, his mouth formed an “O” as his whole body began to shudder. Then he pointed his hard cock downward and shot rope after rope of white cum on Bobby’s nose, tongue and black mask, coating him completely. The fans roared their approval, with some chanting, “PHIL-LP! PHIL-LP!

As he came down from release, the Blonde Alpha Sadist pushed the cum-smeared mushroom head into the loser’s mouth, demanding, “Polish it, Bitch!” And the Beefcake swallowed the thick, still semi-hard dick, letting his tongue swirl around the slit and velvety wide head.

Leo stepped into the ring, holding an envelope. He approached Delilah and said, “This, Miss DeLovely, is the winner’s purse…all $15,000 of it!” “Aren’t you a dear,” replied DeLovely as she took the envelope and stuffed it inside her size 40D breast cups.

Leo then spoke into his mic, “And gents, let’s all give a rousing welcome again to the TSWF Champ, the Mighty Gladiator Samson, who will soon face the Blonde Alpha Sadist in a title match!!!”

Samson hadn’t been applauding, but he now stood in his white Speedo. Only his TSWF championship belt hid the outline of his semi-hard cut cock pressing against the fabric of his pouch. Yeah, he had been aroused by Bobby’s submission by emission and then his facial. And yeah, he felt a duty to congratulate the winner—the man he would face and defeat soon.

He ascended the metal steps and stepped into the ring. He did not take his gaze away from a smirking Phillip who stood victorious at center ring—having pulled up his black leather Speedo. 

BeefcakeBobbyDove was gone—having been rolled out of the ring by Leo’s attendants and half-dragged to the locker room. DeLovely now stood on the apron by the far ring post watching Samson and Phillip.

Just as Samson moved towards center ring, Leo turned to Brutus. He said enthusiastically “Nice refereeing, buddy!” and stuck out his hand. The Hairy Beast clasped it and shook. Within seconds, there was a look of both shock and pain on the Brazilian Brute’s face. He looked unstable. His large body fell against the ropes, then dropped to one knee, before face planting on the canvas. His Speedo-covered huge Brazilian ass faced upwards. Leo motioned for his attendants in black to help move his body.

Samson wasn’t paying attention. Somewhat reluctantly, he extended his right hand to congratulate Phillip. With a beatific smile, the Blonde Heel grabbed it then twisted violently and WHIPPED the Mighty Gladiator hard—sending him careening into the far corner where his back exploded into the turnbuckles. CLANG! “UUUGGGHHH!”

As boos rained down on the action, Samson felt his championship belt being unfastened and removed from his waist. Then his long black hair was yanked backward and a leather cord was wrapped around his neck, pinning his body in the corner. “Stay a while,” purred DeLovely as she tightened Phillip’ s black whip around the Champ’s throat causing his gray green eyes to widen.

As his hands desperately reached for the cord to try to pry it loose, the Mighty Gladiator saw Phillip running towards him at full speed, leaping and SPEARING his hairy abs. BOOM! “UUUGGGHHH!”

“Ring the bell!” demanded DeLovely, “One round for all the marbles! The TSWF title is on the line!”

The boos quieted and a few cheered. Mostly the crowd was stunned.

Leo grinned and twirled his right arm in the air to give the signal. 

DING! DING! DING!

(To be continued.)