BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (5)

 Chapter Five:  BlackAlpha’s Origin Story

SNIP!

At the sound of scissors slicing, Jackson felt his dreadlocks detach from the ring post.  His ass hit the canvass.  BAM!  Through the ropes he could see Coach Stan with a pair of scissors in his right hand.  

Above him he saw the UltimateTop’s massive frame as he CRASHED face first into the exposed turnbuckle.  CLANG!  “UUUGGGHHH!”

As Donald—dazed and confused—ricocheted backwards, blood spurting from his forehead.  He stumbled then fell onto his back.  BAM!  The inmates—all but the Champ’s goons—erupted in chants of “RON-NIE!”  

Ronnie felt hands around his ankles.  His body was dragged under the bottom rope to the apron then the concrete floor.  Coach Stan helped Ronnie to his feet.  As he took the towel from around his neck and blotted Jackson’s forehead and face, they both had the same idea. 

Positioning themselves around the ring post on the concrete floor, they both reached inside the ring.  Stan grabbed the UltimateTop’s right ankle while Ronnie grabbed his left.  “1…2…3!” they shouted and YANKED Donald’s body towards the ring post, SLAMMING his nuts into the metal pipe.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Livingston screamed.

“Again!” Ronnie and Stan yelled in unison, as they gripped Livingston’s ankles and SLAMMED his balls into the ring post for a second time.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”  While the inmates cheered wildly, Trooper Joe in the ring began counting “1…2…3…4….”

Jackson gave his Coach a thumbs up and slid back under the bottom rope into the ring, putting an end to Sanchez’s count.  As he stood up in the ring, the inmates were on their feet applauding.  Ronnie’s thick cut cock responded by beginning to swell and rise once more.

Livingston lay in the corner moaning.  His legs dangled off the apron on both sides of the ring post.  Jackson reached down and grabbed Donald’s forearms and dragged his 325 pound body to center ring.

Coach Stan had jumped down to the concrete floor and was busy pulling metal chairs out from underneath the ring.  He flung three into the ring, and Jackson piled them on top of Livingston as he lay on his back.

The challenger grinned widely as he ran to the ropes and vaulted over them onto the apron.  Turning back to the ring, he placed both hands on the top rope and sprung upwards, letting his boots rest briefly on the rope before diving forwards and SPLASHING down on the metal chairs covering the UltimateTop’s gut.  BANG!  CLATTER!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  

Without waiting, Jackson took off for the opposite ropes, repeating his vaulting, turning and springing maneuver until he stood again on the top rope for a second before flying high and CRASHING into the chairs on Donald’s belly.  BANG!  CLATTER!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  As the chairs slid off his chest and gut, the Champ groaned, gasped for air and twitched.

The Green Haven prisoners now chanted “RON-NIE!” as a single unit, except for ShiftySniffer and PoppySeed, both of whom looked morose.

The 6’4” 245 pound Ebony Hero grabbed the loose shoulder straps of Livingston’s white singlet and peeled the gear down and over his huge ass, calves and boots.  Underneath, the Champ wore a white Speedo.

His fat and hard 6” cock jutted upwards inside the gear’s pouch.  

Jackson reached for one of the metal chairs near the ropes.  To the delight of the inmates. he shoved the top of the chair into Donald’s Speedo covered balls. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” shrieked the Champ.

Dropping the chair, Jackson KICKED the White Behemoth’s obliques, forcing him onto his chest.  “UltimateTop” was stenciled in black on his rear.

Ronnie positioned himself on the mat in front of Donald’s head, then surrounded his neck with his 33” quads.  He pulled the Champ’s face forward until his lips brushed against Jackson’s sweaty Speedo-covered package—in a FACE-TO-CROTCH-SCISSORS—giving Donald a whiff of his manly scent.  “Like that smell, Chump?” taunted the Ebony Hero.  Livingston eyes bulged as his face turned beat red.  

Jackson finally released his scissors and reached over Livingston’s back to grab the back of his Speedo.  The challenger pulled tight, inflicting a WEDGIE on the Champ.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!” cried out Donald as his fat ass cheeks were exposed and his crack was flossed.

Standing, Ronnie still held onto the back of the white Speedo and used it to force Livingston to rise onto all fours.  Then Jackson released the gear and reached down to wrap his muscular arms around the Champ’s mid torso.  Exhibiting near super human strength, Ronnie hauled Donald upwards into a REVERSE BEAR HUG.  

Jackson’s fully erect cock bumped against Livingston’s exposed butt cheeks.  As the prisoners clapped, Ronnie grunted hard and snapped his body backwards, taking all 325 pounds of the Champ with him and SLAMMING Donald’s upper back into the canvas in a perfectly executed GERMAN SUPLEX.  BAM!  The ring shook so violently it almost appeared to collapse in on itself.  

Jackson didn’t wait.  He was on the Champ immediately, yanking him upwards in another GERMAN SUPLEX before throwing him up and over his body.  BAM!  

To wild cheers from the inmates, Jackson rose quickly and reached inside the front of his gold Speedo to adjust his hard cock.  

“Get up!” Ronnie ordered, “Get the fuck up!”  Moving slowly again, the Champ struggled back up on his knees.  He lifted his hands in a “no more” gesture.  But Jackson began to spin quickly—360 degrees—his trailing right leg lifted high and his size 13 boot SMASHED into the Champ’s left temple in a SUPER KICK!  THWACK!  Livingston fell into a heap sideways from the impact and was motionless as the standing inmates cheered wildly.

Trooper Joe Sanchez moved in and began to count.  “1…2…3…4…5…”  There was still no movement from Donald who appeared to be out.  Ronnie looked over at Coach Stan who was beaming.  “6…7…8…9…10!”  It was over.  Jackson had won.  DING!  DING!  DING!

The crowd of inmates erupted with chants of “RON-NIE!” and “CHAMP!” as Sanchez lifted Jackson’s left arm in victory.

Coach Stan entered the ring and gave his mentee, the new Champ of the prison yard, a big hug.  As they embraced, the Coach felt the hardness of Jackson’s cock, still trapped inside his gold Speedo.  He whispered to Ronnie, “Time to take your prize, son.”

As the inmates roared their approval, Jackson walked over to where the UltimateTop lay.  Ronnie leaned down and SLAPPED his face, forcing him back to consciousness.  Jackson applied a SIDE HEADLOCK in order to yank Donald back onto his knees.  Once again, the former Champ was eye level with Jackson’s tenting Speedo.

“You know what to do, Bitch,” Ronnie smirked.  Livingston grimaced but his hands reached to the waistband of the gold Speedo.  Slowly, he peeled the gear downwards and over the jutting dick.  All 9” sprung free—hard, thick and curved.  Whistles and catcalls filled the yard.

Jackson’s big mushroom head swayed slightly before Donald’s widening eyes.  Ronnie placed his hands on the back of Livingston’s head, then pressed his cock against the former Champ’s mouth.  His lips parted to receive the thick ebony pole.

“Ggggaaaawwwwcccckkkk!” gagged Livingston as Jackson buried his manhood in his throat and began thrusting his hips in and out.  “Take my big cock, Bitch, all of it!” Jackson exclaimed to the inmates’ cheers.  Donald began to moan as his mouth and throat were pummeled by Jackson.  He reached his right hand down and tried to slide it inside his white Speedo, but Ronnie slapped it away.

Trooper Joe Sanchez stood in one corner while Coach Stan took up his position in the opposite one.  Both men’s packages had swelled as they watched the action at center ring.  Ronnie began holding Donald’s face against his cropped pubes for several seconds before briefly releasing him—then drove his hard cock back in deep.

Finally, Jackson pulled out and pushed Livingston backwards onto his back.  The new Champ leaned down and yanked Donald’s gear down his fat quads, calves and boots.  The UltimateTop’s hard cock was pointed straight out.  He had completely shaved his pubic area.

Jackson grabbed his ankles and raised the former Champ’s legs.  He rolled him backwards and exposed his hairless hole between massive glutes.  Cheers and whistles again broke out as the inmates—including even the skinheads now—watched the deflowering of the UltimateTop.  He was about to become Ronnie’s bottom.

Jackson spit into Donald’s pucker and positioned the head of his cock there.  He grinned at the crowd of inmates and plunged forward, driving his thick 9” deep inside Livingston’s bowels.  “OOOHHHHH!!!”

Once he was fully seated inside the former Champ, Jackson pressed his hands against Donald’s hamstrings, bracing himself, as he moved his hips forward and back.  He picked up his tempo as Livingston’s grunts grew louder, filling the ring.  The former Champ’s untouched cock began to spurt pre-cum onto Livingston’s face as his prostate was pounded repeatedly.  

The sound of Ronnie’s smooth balls slapping into Donald’s jiggly ass cheeks was followed by a loud grunt.  Then Livingston became more verbal, “FUCK ME, YEAH, FUCK MY HOLE, FUCK ME HARD….OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!”  The inmates could not believe their ears.

Ronnie kept up his relentless railing of the former Champ.  More pre-cum leaked onto his ugly face then his body was trembling.  Jackson half-panted “Tell me what you are?”  “YOUR BITCH…I’M YOUR BITCH!” Livingston admitted.  “WRONG!” Ronnie said, as he rammed his cock home again, “YOU’RE THE ULTIMATE BOTTOM!”  

Immediately chants of “UB!  UB!  UB!” rang out in the stands.  Even ShiftySniffer and PoppySeed joined in.  “UB!  UB!  UB!”  The UltimateBottom shuddered and, handsfree, ropes of cum poured from his 6” cock onto his eyes, nose and open mouth.  

Jackson kept at it.  Sweat lined his 54” pecs.  He railed Livingston until his own body spasmed.  With a great grunt, he went over the edge and filled up the UltimateBottom with a flood of his hot cum.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  The inmates went wild watching the former Champ being bred by the Ebony Hero—the new Champ of Green Haven Correctional Facility.

As he pulled out, Jackson unrolled the UltimateBottom.  He straddled his 55” pecs and pulled up his head until Donald’s mouth bumped into Ronnie’s mushroom head.  “Clean it,” Ronnie ordered.  And Livingston quickly complied, swallowing the still swollen cock head and and licking the shaft—clearly enjoying being a submissive Beta Bitch.

As Jackson stood, Coach Stan handed him the former Champ’s white Speedo and a black marker.  He winked at Jackson who immediately crossed out the word “TOP” on the back of the gear and wrote in “BOTTOM” after the word “ULTIMATE.”  Then the new Champ waved the Speedo at the crowd to loud cheers and applause.

Coach Stan quieted the assembled group of inmates for a moment and said, simply, “Gentleman, I give you our Champ…BlackAlpha!”  The audience cheered loudly and chants of “BA!  BA!  BA!” broke out.

Meanwhile, ShiftySniffer and PoppySeed dragged the naked UltimateBottom under the bottom rope and—to whistles and catcalls—escorted him and his hole leaking cum to the prison locker room.  

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Later, as Ronnie and Coach Stan filed into the locker room for showers, they saw the UltimateBottom leaning forward against a shower wall.  His arms were tied above his head to a shower fixture.  A powerfully ripped black man—George Strong, in fact—was behind Livingston and pounding his 8” cut cock into his ass—taking him hard and rough—as other naked inmates watched, stroking their cocks.  

There was a line of muscular men—black, white, and brown—behind Strong.  None other than smooth muscled Trooper Joe Sanchez was at the head of the line.  Naked except for his Stetson, he held a thick uncut dark cock in his right hand.  It was 9+ inches.  He winked at Ronnie as if to say, “I’m next.”

 

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BlackAlpha turned to Coach Stan, “That was an amazing morning at Green Haven, Coach.”  “T’was…t’was, my Champ,” Stan replied, “But you have more to come.  You’re ready…ready to take back your title!”

The Ebony Hero smiled confidently and fist-bumped his Coach.

“You know,” Ronnie said, “The UltimateBottom became a halfway nice guy after he was fucked.”  He added, “I can’t say we ever became friends, but Donald and George Strong…they had something going on between them.”  “Yes indeed, Champ,” the Coach said with a chuckle, “Livingston craved George’s thick cut cock and couldn’t get enough of it.  He turned into a real bottom, alright.  George’s bottom.”

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That same day—a few days before BlackAlpha would face the Amateur Bodybuilder, Danny Masters, in the contender match at the Hell’s Kitchen Arena in Manhattan to take on Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist for the TSWF title—happened to be the same day that Donald Livingston, now age 43, was finally released from Green Haven.

As the prison gates opened, 6’8” 325 pound Livingston, dressed in a new but ill-fitting suit, trudged towards the parking lot.  A black Lincoln Town Car was waiting for him.  The door to the passenger seat open as Donald approached.  

A tall black woman emerged wearing a blonde wig.  She wore high black heels and had a pair of big breasts.  Her low cut black knit top revealed a deep crevasse between them.  Only the bulge in the front of her black leotard would have revealed her to be a drag queen.

“Donny, how nice it is to see you!” the Fabulous Vixen said with a big, almost mischievous grin.  Livingston grunted.  “It’s good to be out.”

“Oh, yes,” Delilah DeLovely agreed, “We’ve been waiting for you.  We wouldn’t want anything to spoil BlackAlpha’s return to the ring, would we?” she cackled.  “Pay back is a Bitch,” Donald said, as he opened the door to the back seat and slid his hulking frame inside.

Sitting in the passenger seat was none other than George Strong, now 38 years old, who had been released several months earlier.  Strong grinned at Livingston and said, “I’ve missed my UltimateBottom.”

(To be continued.)