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

Chapter Seven:  Chaining, Shaving and Topping The Beast

THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS!” shouted Leo into his mic, “THE WINNER AND NEW CHAMPION OF THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FEDERATION…PHILLIP THE PHILISTINE AKA THE BLONDE ALPHA SADIST!!!”

With the fans in the ring room applauding loudly, Phillip had stood and slid back into the ring. Leo raised his right arm to shouts of “CHAMP! CHAMP! CHAMP!” Delwin Dickson approached wearing only his silver jock strap and holding the TSWF belt. He fastened it around the Blonde Heel’s waist then kneeled at the Philistine’s black leather boots, “My Alpha Dom,” he said.

Phillip grinned and said with a smirk, “Bring sleeping beauty to Leo’s barber shop.” Standing, Delwin nodded and walked over to Samson. His back still leaned against the middle rope. His head dangled back and downward. Dickson reached down and grabbed Tino’s white boots. As he dragged the unconscious body off the rope, the back of Samson’s head hit the canvas. BAM! 

Delwin yanked the former Champ to center ring where he positioned him face up and spread-eagled. Four of Leo’s attendants, dressed in all black, appeared in the ring, each holding a metal chain of about 7 feet in length. They fastened one end of each chain around Samson’s wrists and ankles and fastened the other ends to the four ring posts.

A smiling Leo slid into the ring with two more attendants. Each carried a bag containing electric razors and shears. Leo held up two cans of shaving cream as the fans in the ring room began to chant, “SHAVE THE BITCH!” He leaned down and sprayed Gavras with cream from head to foot until the spread-eagled he-man was coated in white.

Then all six attendants grabbed the razors and shears and set about to work. One used a razor to give the former Mighty Gladiator a fade cut but left him with wavy black hair on top. As that attendant began to shave Tino’s face, two others completed work on his chest, abs, and armpits. Another attendant held Samson’s thick but soft cock upwards, as his workmate shaved the Biblical Behemoth’s bush.

As the bountiful hair was shorn from his body, Gavras’s smooth olive-skin came into view. With six barbers, the shaving took barely more than ten minutes. When they had finished, all that was left was Samson’s wavy black hair, a small patch of black hair in each pit and a thin layer of trimmed black pubes above his thick cut cock. All the time, the former Champ slept chained to the four ring posts. 

Leo ordered two attendants to loosen the chains attached to Tino’s ankles. Once that had been done, the attendants lifted and spread Gavras’s white boots. Leo inspected Tino’s hairy crack and ordered one attendant, “The Philistine wants a smooth pucker and crack.”

Meanwhile, Brutus had finally awakened to find his own cock head brushing into his lips in his folded up position. He began to struggle but realized his legs were tied into the middle rope. As he squirmed, his lips caressed his foreskin exciting his arousal. The purplish head of his Anaconda began to swell and push through the foreskin. 

Soon, the Hairy Beast was sucking on his cock like a baby with a pacifier—sending shivers of pleasure throughout the Hairy Behemoth’s body. One of Leo’s attendants jumped down to the padded floor and reached for Brutus’s boots. He tugged them down, forcing the Brute’s cock deeper into his mouth and throat, and gagging sounds were heard—“Gggg-wwww-oooo-cccc-kkkk”—as Brutus stuffed himself.

Leo grinned and took off his tuxedo jacket. He untied his bow tie then unbuttoned his immaculate white dress shirt. For a man of 60, he had a sculpted torso, smooth and taught with defined muscle. The restauranteur had large florid tattoos on his left shoulder and biceps and on the side of his right obliques. The fans in the ring room applauded at the sight of his gorgeous, nearly perfect Daddy body.

Phillip had hung his new championship belt on a nearby ring post. Then he and Delwin turned their attention back to the prostrate Samson. The attendant had finished shaving his hole and crack, which were as hairless as a baby’s. Two attendants produced bottles filled with lube and began dousing the He-man’s muscled body, making his olive-skinned muscles glisten in the spotlight of the ring. 

Phillip inspected the former He-Man stretched out and on display. He nodded his approval but asked for an electric razor. “Gonna shave this Bitch completely smooth!” he declared as he quickly shaved Tino’s pits and his pubic area, leaving the former Champ with only his wavy black head of hair, face up on the mat.

“You promised,” Delwin said as the Blonde Alpha Sadist admired his handiwork. Phillip nodded and produced a key from a side pocket of his black leather Speedo. He pulled Dickson close and reached the key inside the front of his silver jock strap. Phillip inserted the key and turned the lock, opening the metallic cage and freeing the big black spear. “Oh, thank God,” Delwin almost cooed as he stepped back. 

The fans could now see the head of his 11” monster protruding above the waistband of his jock. He slowly peeled down the gear and stood buck naked with hard cock fully erect, beginning from a wide base.

Leo pulled off his patent black leather shoes and peeled down his tuxedo pants to reveal tight white briefs. His bulge tented outward. With the fans now chanting “LE-O! LE-O” he smiled and tugged his briefs down. In seconds, his cock appeared, more than half hard. He was shaved entirely smooth. His dick was not that long—maybe six inches—but it was very fat, rivaling RedDante’s beer can cock.

An attendant with scissors appeared, and Leo nodded to him. The attendant turned to Brutus’s turned up ass, covered by his black Speedo. He inserted the scissors and cut a round hole with about a four to five inch diameter. Leo inserted his fingers and pulled the black fabric apart, partially exposing the Brazilian’s hairy ass cheeks.

The attendant on the floor pulled down again on Brutus’s black boots and the Hairy Behemoth’s 12” cock again hit the back of his throat.

Samson began stirring on the mat, and Phillip nodded to the attendants to release him from his restraints. The former Champ slowly realized he had been shaved from top to bottom and in-between. He knew he had been reduced to a pitiful sub and that, having lost his title belt, he needed to pay ‘stakes’ to his Master. Dutifully, he struggled onto his knees, while his 9.5” cock thickened.

Another attendant brought out black leather gear—a harness—and a black rubber hood similar to the one BeefcakeBobbyDove had worn. He fitted the harness over and around Samson’s 24” biceps. Then the Blonde Alpha Sadist sneered, “No one wants to see a loser Bitch’s face,” as he took the rubber hood, and completely covered the former Mighty Macedon’s face. As with the black hood on BeefcakeBobbyDove, only his nose and mouth were exposed.

Delwin snorted and approached. As Phillip moved behind Samson, the Fabulous Vixen, turned masculine Alpha Man, slapped her hard cock against Samson’s hooded face. “Now, you’re gonna suck my big black spear!” Dickson declared. He positioned the swollen tip of his spear at his mouth and pressed forward, gagging the former Champ. He waited when his cock was halfway inside—knowing Tino would have the greatest difficulty swallowing the final few inches.

Phillip grinned over at Leo who was stroking his fat cock. An attendant with a bottle of lube came over and sprayed some on the restauranteur’s fat dick then leaned down and then a good amount through the opening in Brutus’s black Speedo. Leo stepped up positioned his manhood at the opening and pushed through until the tip of his hard cock found the Hairy Beast’s pucker. 

As Brutus moaned with his own Anaconda in his throat, Leo pressed forward, breaching the Brute’s outer and inner rings. Once his balls rested on Brutus’s hairy butt cheeks, Leo sighed, held the top rope for leverage, and started to thrust forward and back. The Hairy Beast grunted as he felt the fat cock moving back and forth in his chute. 

Phillip watched Dickson pause before ramming the wide base of her black cock down Samson’s throat. “MMMPPPHHHH!!!!” Delwin wasted no time before beginning to face fuck Tino with a vengeance.

The new Champ smirked and slowly removed his black leather Speedo, once again showing off a thick, hard 8.5 cut cock that shot straight forward below his dirty blonde pubic hair. The glands of his fat mushroom head made some in the ring room crowd gasp. The swollen head weighted down the Blonde Heel’s shaft.

He roughly kicked the former Champ’s legs apart and stepped in behind his ass before sliding his dick up and down through the lubed crack. Delwin nodded while continuing to skull fuck Samson.

“This is where you fucking belong, Bitch,” Phillip snarled, as he SLAMMED his 8.5” hard dick into the former Champ’s hole. “OOOHHH!!!” moaned Samson although it was muffled by the black cock buried in his throat. He tried to breathe through his nose as Dickson forcibly yanked his face forward over and over to accept his huge spear.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist grabbed hold of Samson’s black leather harness and began pummeling his ass—hitting the former Champ’s prostate, as he and Delwin completely owned both his holes.

Brutus suctioned his massive manhood into his throat repeatedly as he felt Leo’s beer can cock pounding his ass mercilessly. His climax drew near and—with a loud grunt around his Anaconda—his body shuddered and a torrent of hot cum shot down his throat. 

Leo pounded away, transfixed by the Hairy Beast’s trembling release. He had waited for this moment and—bracing his hands on the back of Brutus’s thighs— sank one last time inside where his fat cock detonated his load, filling up Brutus’s bowels with Casa Calamari cum.

The former Champ was thoroughly filled at both ends. His own untouched cock, hard as a rock, bounced up and down. He could taste Delwin’s pre-cum as his throat was drilled by the former Buxom Beauty. Dickson grinned widely, “This is what I’ve planned for more than a year—the return and triumph of Tino Gavras only for the would be He-Man to be emasculated and humiliated by Phillip the Philistine.  And now, Tina, we both know you are nothing but our Bitch!”

With that, her balls tightened, her cock throbbed and pulsed inside Gavras’s mouth and throat, and cum flooded into Samson’s throat— more than the former Champ could swallow. Gobs of it, mixed with saliva, began to spill down the rubber hood from his mouth hole. 

The Blonde Alpha Sadist was rocketing his hips forward and back. His smooth balls SLAPPED against Samson’s hairless ass. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He felt his load rising. 

Leo had come down from his release and said, “Let the Bitch have it—fucking give him your big load!”  Grunting, the Blonde Heel fisted Samson wavy black hair and yanked his head backwards, sneering into his ear, “That what you want boy? My load? Here it fucking comes!” Phillip’s body shook as he rammed home his thick cock and exploded his seed deep inside Samson’s guts.

The former Champ felt the warm fluid surge inside and the sensation sent him over the edge. Handsfree, his torpedo-shaped cock began spewing white cum onto the canvass as his body trembled.

The Casa Calamari fans roared with excitement to watch so many orgasms, one right after the other. The ring room was filled with the scent of musk, cum and sweat.

Phillip the Philistine pulled out his still hard cock and pushed Samson face first onto the mat. “Lick it up, Bitch,” he demanded. The former Mighty Macedon’s tongue submissively began lapping up his own load.

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Leo had put on his tight white briefs after leaving Brutus folded up under the middle rope—cum dripping from his hole onto the mat. He snapped his fingers, and two attendants yanked Samson, naked except for his boots, to his feet. Two others wrapped the eight foot chains around his shoulders, abdomen, quads and calves. 

Then they picked up the bound and hooded former He-man—two attendants in front and two in back and exited the ring. They headed for the back door of Leo’s establishment in search of the dumpster.  “How fitting!” exclaimed Delwin Dickson who had magically transformed himself back into Delilah DeLovely, blonde wig, fake breasts and 2” heels combined. 

The Devious Diva slipped the black satin robe across the Blonde Alpha Sadist’s shoulders, then followed the new Champ, again wearing his title belt, from the ring.

Leo intercepted The Philistine, “BeefcakeBobbyDove awaits, Champ.” The Blonde Heel nodded with a smirk and marched into the locker room.

Delilah brushed her blonde hair from the front of her face. She continued to follow Phillip, with her heels clicking on the hard floor. 

But a man appeared, pushing through the crowd. He was an Asian American and a well-built and proportioned bodybuilder—wearing a very tight gray tank top and short black gym shorts. “Miss DeLovely…Miss DeLovely,” he called out, trying to get her attention.

A brief look of impatience crossed the Buxom Beauty’s face, but she stopped and said, “Yes, what is it?”

“I’m…. I’m a former Champ of the TSWF. You may have heard of me. Danny Masters.”

“Hmmm, yes, that does ring a bell. You….you too defeated Tino Gavras, if I remember correctly.”

Masters said, “That’s right. Him and his twin brother Costa. I started as the Amateur Bodybuilder but got trained and destroyed the OrangeBitch.”

“Well, good for you. But old news, right?” DeLovely said.

“It’s just,” Danny started, “I was never allowed to defend my title. Master Han and Tanner Wu, the AsianMuscleGod, refused to let me do so. They…they robbed me of my Tri-State Wrestling Fed title.”

“All’s fair in love and war, honey,” Delilah remarked.

“But that’s why I’m here,” Masters said, “You’re the new promoter. You can give me the chance to defend my title against the Blonde Alpha Sadist. You could even promote the match as a Clash of Champions!”

DeLovely smiled, warming to Danny’s enthusiasm, “Interesting. And what are your stats, Danny?”

Masters blurted out, I’m 6’3”…the same as you and Phillip. I weigh 235 pounds. I’ve got a 53” chest. It used to be 52” but I’ve bulked up. And my ceps are now 23”. They used to be 22”. My waist is only 33” but my quads are 35” pythons.” 

“Impressive,” DeLovely said, “And are you a Face or a Heel?”

Masters hesitated, “I’m anything you want me to be. I just want a chance to defend my title. And your Blonde Heel doesn’t scare me. I’m confident he’ll be begging for my 7” cock when the match is over. It may be shorter than his but believe me it’s as thick as Leo’s.”

“You don’t say,” said DeLovely as she reached her right hand under the waistband of Danny’s gym shorts. Her hand cupped a fat hog of a cock and balls covered only by a jock strap. She gave them a squeeze. “Nice,” she purred, “very nice. I’ll think about what you’ve said. You have an interesting backstory,” she paused feeling Masters’ swelling cock, “A fat dick. And you’re handsome too. So I’ll consider it. But now,” she quipped, “I have to tootle!” With that, DeLovely blew a kiss to the crowd and disappeared into the locker room.

(The End)

Author’s Note: I’ll leave to your imaginations what fun the Blonde Alpha Sadist had with BeefcakeBobbyDove in the locker room. For my part, I imagine the former Hawk still wearing his black rubber hood laying chest down on a long bench with his hands handcuffed behind his back. Phillip the Philistine would have his thick cut cock buried in Bobby’s hole. The Blonde Heel’s right black leather boot would be placed on the back of the Beefcake’s head as he pounded into him. All the while, Delilah would be observing…and calculating….

Some of you have asked about the fate of former TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson. A short story, to be published in October, will begin to answer your questions….