BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (4)

Chapter Four:  BlackAlpha’s Origin Story

BlackAlpha stared again at the rays of sunshine streaming through Coach Stan’s French doors.  The Coach stood behind him—his right arm around the former Champ’s bare right shoulder.  “That, kid,” he said, “was the darkest moment.  I prayed you wouldn’t submit.”


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The crowd of inmates and guards had been stunned into silence by the UltimateTop’s third ball-busting kick.  They waited for Ronnie Jackson to submit and become another of the Champ’s bitches.  Trooper Joe Sanchez stood near, waiting to hear the magic words.


Ronnie’s ass and battered 9” cut cock and balls remained exposed for all to see.  His shaft and mushroom head looked swollen.  Apparently, the UltimateTop’s ball-busting had made Jackson semi-hard.


Suddenly, Donald’s big right hand grabbed the top of Ronnie’s man bun and released his dreadlocks.  Donald fisted the long strand of curly hair and yanked Jackson to his feet.  The pouch of his gold Speedo covered his cock and balls but his butt was still exposed.  


The UltimateTop forced Ronnie to turn around 360 degrees so the inmates on all sides of the yard could see the 6’4” 245 pound ripped Ebony Hero fully under Donald’s control and even evidently aroused.  His 9” cock had begun tenting the front of his Gold Speedo.


“Let’s go for a walk, Bitch,” the UltimateTop sneered.  Dragging Jackson by his dreadlocks, he marched Ronnie to a nearby corner.  


Upon arrival, Donald yanked Jackson’s head up and SLAMMED his face into the turnbuckle.  BANG!  “UUUGGGHHH!!!”  The inmates had seen this before and several began a count, chanting “1!”


Donald marched Jackson diagonally to the adjacent corner, pulled his head back and once again SMASHED his face into the turnbuckle.  BANG!  “2!”  


Ronnie’s legs started to buckle but he was dragged by his hair to the far corner.  His head was yanked upward, then his face CRASHED once more into the turnbuckle. BANG!  “3!”


The crowd knew the match was almost over.  Ronnie was led on his unsteady legs to the challenger’s own corner.  Coach Stan stood on the apron with a look of concern, dismay and even horror on his face.  


This time Livingston paused.  With his left hand, he grabbed the padding surrounding the turnbuckle and ripped it off, exposing the metal wires and other hardware underneath.  


Trooper Joe moved in.  “Hey, wait a minute!” he exclaimed, “You can’t do that.”  Donald smirked, “I just did,” then he yanked Ronnie’s head up and SLAMMED his face into the forest of metal wires.  CLANG!  “4!”   The Champ’s fans chanted “UT!  UT!  UT!”


Livingston released his grip on the Speedo collar and Ronnie fell backwards, stumbled, and fell into a heap at Donald’s feet.  Blood covered his forehead, which had been cut open by the turnbuckle.


The UltimateTop was nothing if not relentless.  He fisted Jackson’s dreadlocks again and dragged the challenger to his feet.  He pushed him back first into the corner.  Jackson’s ass sunk onto the middle turnbuckle.  His 24” biceps were draped over the top ropes.  He looked dazed.  Worse, Coach Stan was no longer on the apron.


Livingston said, “Let’s tie you in place for your big moment.  Wouldn’t want you to miss it.”  The Champ fisted the long strands of dreadlocks and tied them like a shoe lace with a bow around the top of the ring post.  The Champ forced Ronnie off the middle turnbuckle so his body slunk downwards, held up only by his dreadlocks and arms.


The Champ admired his handiwork, then began to walk backwards towards the ring center.  He took a moment to pull down each of his shoulder straps fully exposing the rest of his 55” chest and massive belly.  He cupped his crotch, feeling the hardness of his 6” beer can cock.


Like a bull about to charge and gore a trapped matador, Livingston crouched then sprung forward, galloping towards Ronnie in the corner.


(To be continued.)

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