BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (1.1)

Chapter One:  BlackAlpha’s Origin Story (Part 1)

“Masters, huh?” grunted BlackAlpha as he bench pressed his fifth rep at 300 pounds.

“Yeah Ronnie…Masters.  DeLovely just phoned me before this session.” Coach Stan said while spotting the former Champ.

BA pushed the barbell upwards five more times and Stan helped pull it onto the metal holders.  As the Ebony Hero sat up on the bench, sweat dripped down his forehead and smooth caramel-colored 54” chest with large brown nipples.  He was shirtless in Stan’s home gym.

The Coach handed him a hand towel, and BA mopped his brow.  He said, “So I have to beat that Cocky Showboat and only then get my title shot against this Phillip the Blonde Alpha Sadist?”

“Yes, that’s what she said.  Seemed to be shooting straight.  I’ve been lobbying Delilah for several weeks to give you that shot.  But she wants to see how you fare against Danny Masters first.  Said he was denied the chance to defend the title after beating Tino Gavras.  Guess the AsianMuscleGod was all pissed or something.”

“Yeah, right, I remember that,” mused BlackAlpha, “It was strange.  Masters was newly crowned as TSWF Champ.  He showed up at Dandy Dawson’s office a week later and surrendered his belt.”

“Well, Masters is no match for you, Champ.  No match at all.  He’s still known as the Amateur Bodybuilder.  He’s still cocky too.  Kind of has a Heel edge now.  Claims he’s been topping AMG.  Maybe so.”

BlackAlpha chuckled then stood up.  “Anyway,” Stan continued, “The match is set for the Hell’s Kitchen Arena next Friday night.”

“But what about this?” BA asked, pointing to the crotch area of his gym shorts, “How can I enjoy ‘stakes’ after defeating Masters?”  Both men knew the former Champ’s 9” cock and balls remained in a metal cage.  Ex-promoter Dandy Dawson had disappeared along with the key to BlackAlpha’s chastity cage.

“Delilah assures me there’s a duplicate key,” Stan said, “She said she’ll personally unlock your cage if you defeat Danny.”

“You believe that Bitch?” Ronnie Jackson asked sarcastically.

“About as far as I could throw her, kid,” the Coach said, “But that’s our only hope, at least until Dawson shows his face again.” 

BA sighed and walked towards the French doors leading out onto Stan’s veranda.  He stared at the sunrise that streamed in through the panes of glass.  

He and the Coach had been training hard for months—ever since the former Champ returned and asked for his help.  He’d done more than that.  He’d kneeled before his old mentor and bobbed and slurped on the Coach’s 8.5” cock until Stan exploded in his mouth.  It was a big cock but nothing compared to the AsianTitanBull's 12" rod.

BlackAlpha didn’t want to be the Ebony Heel any longer.  The moniker and whole persona hadn’t felt right and he’d ended up getting defeated and fucked in any event by the AsianTitanBull.  That had been his first defeat in Tri-State Wrestling Fed matches—that is, if you don’t count the match he won only technically against Gavras.  All that was when Stan and he were on the outs.  OrangeMuscle had been disqualified when Stan interfered and stayed too long in the ring.  But that was old news as Ronnie Jackson and his old mentor had patched things up.

BA turned to Coach Stan with grin, “You remember my Championship match in prison?  Against that asshole White Behemoth, the UltimateTop?”

“Of course!” Stan exclaimed, “That match made you a shining star.  Set you up for the future.  For the muscle stud who would be...BlackAlpha.”

Ronnie nodded. It was a good memory--definitely the best one of his four year stint in the maximum security prison near Fishkill, New York.  He closed his eyes, remembering that morning like it was yesterday.

(To be continued.)