Dandy Dawson in Limbo (3)

Chapter Three: Dandy’s Miscalculation

When he emerged from the bathroom, Earl Gleason was laying on his back on the bed.  His hand was inside the front of his white briefs.  The black muscle stud had his eyes closed as he tugged on the mushroom head of his 9.5” Destroyer cock.  Dawson felt relief that maybe Earl didn’t want to wrestle after all.  Maybe he wanted to jerk off with Dawson.  The former promoter slid his right hand into the pouch of his silver-sequined jock and felt his semi-hard shaft.

Dawson walked to the front of the bed and clambered onto it.  Earl’s eyes remained closed as Dandy straddled his massive upper torso.  The silver-haired Daddy pulled down the front of his jock, freeing his nearly erect 7.5” cut cock.  As Gleason opened his eyes, he saw the swollen cut head looming above his face.  Dandy smirked and said, “Like what you see, Earl?  I bet you do.”  He pressed the head of his cock downwards, bumping it into Gleason’s lips.  “Take it!” Dawson demanded, “Take my fucking…”

Suddenly, Dawson felt a rope around his neck.  He was yanked backwards violently.  He felt his body being hauled upward and onto a bare broad muscled back.  “What the….” he tried to shout, but the rope had cut off his air supply and it came out as a wheezing sound.

“Like that Bitch?” a man sneered—the man who had hung the former promoter off his back.  Dawson could only gasp and wheeze some more.  His hands tried to pry the rope loose but to no effect.  His feet kicked in the air.  But he knew that voice.  Damn, it was Gary “The Tank” Bennett, Dandy thought.  And then he had another thought:  Fuck, Bennett and Gleason hadn’t broken up after all.  Shit.

The silver-haired Daddy felt increasingly dizzy.  His legs began to slow down.  His hands fell to his sides.  He could barely make out Earl Gleason still lounging on the bed—still beating his Destroyer cock.  Then all went black.  Dawson had been KO’d by Tank’s Hangman.

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“Wakey, wakey!” a deep voice ordered.  As his eyes fluttered open, Dandy Dawson realized he was laying on his back on the bed.  His head was hanging off the bed at the foot of the mattress. Bennett had pulled his legs apart and was roughly shoving something into his anus.  It felt fat, wet and sticky.  A lubed butt plug?  Suddenly, he felt the invading toy begin to vibrate followed by electrical shocks that tagged his prostate.  “OH!  OH!  OH!”  The pain and pleasure of the big plug caused the former promoter’s 7.5” cut cock to harden inside the pouch of his jock strap.

Then Dawson saw it.  The Destroyer.  It was big, veiny, and swollen, and the black cut head was inches from his mouth.  Above the cock stood Earl Gleason and his entirely smooth muscled frame.  “Now, Bitch,” the former Champ sneered, “You were saying, ‘Take it?’”  He didn’t give Dawson time to answer.  He thrust his monster cock forward, splitting Dandy’s lips and stuffing his mouth and throat with Earl’s manhood.

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh!” blubbered the former promoter as Gleason began to move his hips, forcing his hard cock forward, deep into Dawson’s throat, then back.  Dawson’s eyes watered.  Earl wasted no time in picking up his tempo, skull-fucking Dandy as his Bitch.  His hairless balls slapped repeatedly into Dawson’s chin.  Slap! Slap! Slap! Saliva began pouring from the sides of the former promoter’s mouth.  The color was whitish as saliva mixed with Gleason’s growing arousal.

Then the butt plug was pulled out of his hole.  Dawson felt another’s hands—Gary’s hands—peeling down his silver-sequined jock strap.  He felt something long and metallic being attached by rubber bands to his hard dick.  Then the stick or whatever it was began to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure into the “v” area just below the former promoter’s swollen glands.  

Bennett smirked, “Let’s see how long he lasts,” before raising Dawson’s legs and draping them on Gary’s shoulders.  “Who’s the Dumb Blonde Bitch now?” he snarled.  Indeed, although his short hair was mostly silver, Dawson still had flecks of blonde from his youth.

Gleason continued to pound The Destroyer down Dawson’s throat.  Pre-cum began spilling down Dawson’s throbbing dick as the vibrator brought him close to orgasm.  

Bennett lined up his hard 8” cut cock at Dandy’s hole.  “I have waited so long for this moment,” The Tank nearly moaned.  Dawson felt enormous pressure as The Tank pressed forward.  Luckily the butt plug had prepared Dandy.  The big cut cock head pushed past his outer and inner rings.  When Bennett was fully seated, his smooth balls lay against Dawson’s ass cheeks.  But he didn’t give Dawson more time to adjust.  Holding the back of Dandy’s calves, Gary began ramming his cock into his hole, over and over, faster and faster.

“OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” moaned Dawson around Gleason’s pulsing cock as his 7.5” dick shot ropes of cum onto his 46” pecs and abs.  A fourth volley spilled into his belly button.  His desperate moans turned to groans as the vibrator continued to send shock waves into his cock head and shaft after his balls had been drained.  

Gleason was a man on a mission, pounding The Destroyer into Dandy’s throat.  He watched his longtime partner rail Dawson hard and heard the sound of Bennett’s balls slapping into Dandy’s firm ass cheeks.  Then Gary’s mouth formed a perfect “O” and his body spasmed.  He buried his dick in Dawson’s chute and shuddered as his release coated the former promoter’s bowels in hot white cum.

“Fuck yeah,” exclaimed Gleason as he watched his partner tremble and unload.  The vibrator had almost instantly revived Dandy’s cock.  It was hard and leaking again.  Earl watched the dick as it twitched and pulsed against Dandy’s abs.  He saw more saliva mixed with pre-cum drip from the corners of the former promoter’s mouth.  

Then Gleason’s own release hit like a freight train.  “OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he shouted.  While his upper body and quads shaking, The Freak held Dandy’s face against his smooth pubic bone.  Dandy felt The Destroyer pulse and tasted hot cum ejaculating down his throat.  Then his own cock rose from his abs and began spewing another helping of cum on his chest and abs.  Dawson could only grunt as his mouth and throat were still impaled on Earl’s big cock.  He felt the monster cock’s weight even as it began to soften.

When both Earl and Gary had come down from their releases, Gleason picked up the silver-sequined jock strap and used it to wipe the copious amounts of cum from Dawson’s pecs and abs.  He then stuffed the jock in the former promoter’s mouth, gagging him. “Gggg-wwww—oooo—cccc—kkkkk!”

Dandy was rolled by Bennett onto his chest on the bed.  He felt his arms being yanked upwards then his feet and calves were pulled up.  

Rope was wound around his wrists and ankles and then tied together.  

As Earl and Gary high-fived each other, the silver-haired, former promoter lay face down on the bed—hog-tied and stuffed with his cum-smeared jock.  The Tank grabbed Dawson’s shortish silver hair and yanked his face upwards.  “Smile!” ordered The Freak as he snapped several pics on his iPhone.

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Two days later…

“My, oh my,” exclaimed Delilah DeLovely after pulling three photos from the envelope delivered to her mid-town office.  The first showed Dandy Dawson with the silver-sequined jock stuffed into his mouth and his naked body hog-tied.  Cum dripped from the corners of his mouth.  The second photo was a close up of his butt.  Someone was spreading his ass cheeks to show more cum leaking from his hole.  The last picture showed Dawson’s face covered by the cum-smeared jock strap with the words “DD’s Bitch” spread across his face.

A card inside the envelope read simply, “A gift from The Tank and The Freak.  You’re welcome! Please remember us when you book future TSWF matches.”

(The End.)

Author’s Note: Dandy Dawson may be down and out but I wouldn’t give up on him if I were you!