Phillip The Blonde Sadist v. BeefcakeBobbyHawk (1)

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 were covered in the same dark hair. He stood barefoot.

Samson arched an eyebrow, “Kind of screams ‘jobber’, Delilah.”

DeLovely shook her head, “No, I’ve seen videos of him in action. Quite skilled. What he gives up in height and weight he more than makes up for in wrestling experience. Was a Division 1 All-American at Iowa in his weight class. Claims to be straight.”

Brutus looked skeptical. In his Brazilian accent, he said, “That’s what they all say.”

The three smirked.

Tapping the dark blue jock in the photo, Brutus said, “Looks like he’s packing a big dick.”

“Yes, he says it’s a 7.5” cut cock…veiny and thick as fuck,” DeLovely said, adding with a sultry grin, “But I haven’t seen it yet.”

“Any wins so far?” Tino asked.

“Not in the TSWF. He’ll be a rookie in the Contender match.”

The Fabulous Vixen turned to the second photo. She licked her lips coated in silver lipstick and fanned herself for a moment before continuing. Pointing at the pic, she nearly purred, “25-year old Phillip, a blonde pretty boi, with miles of tan muscle. 6’3” and 225 pounds. 52” chest and 22” biceps. 32” waist and 34” quads.”

The photo showed a handsome blue-eyed stud with dark brown eyebrows with a mop of unruly blonde hair with dark roots. His chest and abs were smooth and well-defined. He had large brown nipples. He had raised one muscular tatted arm to reveal cropped dark brown armpit hair. He wore a devilish smile along with a black leather Speedo that noticeably bulged outward. Black leather boots completed his ensemble.

“Looks like your typical blonde toy boy, although a little gothic?” Tino observed.

“Looks can be deceiving,” DeLovely replied, adding, “Phillip’s the reigning Champ in the largest underground wrestling ring on the West Coast. He’s never lost, he says. Doesn’t just beat his opponents. He humiliates them. A nasty piece of work in a cute package.”

“Poor BeefcakeBobbyHawk,” the Mighty Gladiator sighed, “If you’re right about Phillip, Bobby seems like a lamb being led to slaughter.” 

“I dunno given Hawk’s wrestling skills,” DeLovely replied, “but Phillip could be tough to beat if he winds up in a title match against you.”

Samson flashed a cocky grin. He gripped the front of his tank top and ripped it wide open, exposing his 53” chest covered in dark brown fur. He raised and flexed his 24” biceps, showing off his dark brown armpit hair, “I’m not worried about that toy boi. I’d send him and his leaking hole packing back to LA.”

Brutus reached over and ran his large left hand over the hard, veiny peak of Tino’s right cep. The Hairy Giant felt his 12” uncut Anaconda begin to stir in his gray gym shorts. In his thick accent, he concurred, “Phillip doesn’t stand a chance against our Champ.” DeLovely playfully swooned, “Our Ultimate Alpha Warrior!”

Retrieving the photos and placing them in a folder, Delilah smiled, “Well, first things first. We’ll film the contender match in the ring room at Leo’s Casa Calamari in Bay Ridge. Leo’s agreed to host the match as long as he can take bets on it. Brutus, I need you to referee.”

The Brazilian Brute smirked, “Of course, Miss DeLovely. He patted his big bulge and thought to himself, “Maybe join in on ‘stakes’ too.”

The Devious Diva took a moment to adjust her size 40D breasts and ran a hand through her long blonde hair.

Samson, his torn tank top in hand, and the Brazilian Brute rose and started for the door to the TSWF promoter’s office. Gavras stopped himself and turned back to face Delilah, “By the way, my twin brother Costa has returned to Chicago. So Brutus will be my back up for the title match against Bobby or Phillip.”

“Should be enough, honey,” DeLovely winked. “Now get your rest, both of you, and join me at Leo’s tomorrow night!”

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After the door to her office closed, DeLovely pulled Phillip’s photo back out from the folder and sat back in her chair. She lazily allowed her right hand to snake under her black leotard and briefs. She felt the metallic cage confining her 11” cut black spear of a cock. Her smooth black balls pressed against the openings of the cage. 

She thought back to her meeting with Phillip in the ring room at DaddyDomSal’s Bay Ridge gym a few days earlier and...sighed….

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6’3” Delilah was naked on her knees at center ring. She swooned, “Oh, Phillip!”

The blonde man standing directly in front of her had raised his muscular arms in a double bi-flex, revealing the dirty blonde hair in his pits. The pouch of his black leather Speedo was tenting outwards, brushing into Delilah’s face.

“Worship me, slut!” the Blonde Alpha Sadist sneered.

DeLovely reached upwards with both hands and massaged Phillip’s well-defined hard pecs. Her caress made his brown nipples erect. The Fabulous Vixen’s hands then ran through each of his pits and along the top of his bulging biceps.

“Ohhhhh, Phillip, it worked like a charm,” the Buxom Beauty purred. Her black spear of a cock had thickened and had begun to throb.

“You did well sub,” Phillip grinned, “You made sure your Mighty Gladiator prevailed over the Cortez muscleboy and became Champ. You even manipulated Dandy Dawson into quitting as TSWF promoter.” 

Delilah rubbed her face against the leather pouch, feeling the hardness of what lay underneath. Her mouth opened and she sucked on the leather around Phillip’s swollen head. The Blonde Alpha Sadist was definitely well-endowed she thought—at least 8” and maybe longer.

“I know you want my big thick cock, slut. But tell me once more what you’ll do to earn that reward?” asked the Blonde Alpha Sadist.

Delilah’s hands ran through the center of Phillip’s 52” pecs and across his washboard abs. Almost panting, she said “It’s our plan. Together, we’ll destroy, defeat and humiliate Samson!”

“Fuck yeah!” Phillip exclaimed, “And what else slut?”

“Make you the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champ!” DeLovely cried out.

“Only then will my true identity be disclosed!” declared Phillip.

“Only then,” the Buxom Beauty repeated, “Only then.” 

She could feel her big cut cock pulsing as it rose to its full height. The feel of the Blonde Alpha Sadist’s muscled physique, the hardness of his pouch, and the musky scent of his crotch were driving her wild. Droplets of pre-cum began to drip down her black shaft.

Phillip suddenly stepped backwards from the promoter and went to the ring corner where he pulled a cock cage from a black duffel. He approached Delilah at center ring. 

Leaning down, the Blonde Alpha Sadist wrapped his hand around her big sticky head and squeezed, making Delilah whimper ever so slightly and slowing causing her spear to soften in his grip. Then he pushed the promoter’s cock and balls into the metallic cage and locked it. CLICK!

“There, slut,” Phillip said approvingly, “Your cage will stay on until I defeat your loser Samson and make him my forever Bitch!”

(To be continued.)