BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (6)

Chapter Six:  Danny Masters in Training

The 24-year old Cocky Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters lay face up on the massage table.  His golden skin still glistened from the grueling workout he and Daddy Dom Sal had just completed.  Sal leaned over Danny’s face and smiled, “You did good, kid…real good.”

The former Champ and owner of Sal’s Bay Ridge Gym looked out on the sculpted body before him.  Masters was 6’3” and 235 pounds.  He had smooth 53” pecs with dark brown, almost black nipples.  His broad back tapered down to a 33” waist before his 35” quads continued his large frame.  A small white towel covered Danny’s crotch area, but short black pubes peeked above the towel edge.  

Sal had persuaded his trainee to let his pit and pubic hair grow out, albeit cropped.  And Danny had also let his short black hair grow longer.  Now silky black hair framed the sides of his handsome face.

“You’re more handsome than ever,” the Daddy Dom continued, as he began to massage Masters’ pecs and abdomen.  “And popular,” Masters said, “Don’t forget popular.  I’m up to 35,000 followers on Instagram.”

Leaning forward to do so, Sal’s hardening 9” cut cock pressed into the back of Danny’s head.  The gym owner and trainer was dressed only in his trademark tight red squares.

Now 50 years old, Sal also stood at 6’3” but weighed a bit less than Danny at 225 pounds.  He had well-defined 50” pecs and 20” biceps.  His face was weathered but handsome with green eyes.  He still had his black hair speckled with silver and silver goatee.  As Sal leaned over Masters, the Amateur Bodybuilder stared upwards into his armpits with a dusting of black hair and then at his smooth olive-skinned chest and cut abs.

The sight sent blood rushing into Danny’s groin.  The white towel began to twitch as his very fat 7” cut cock began to swell.

Changing the subject, Masters said, “I’m a little concerned about my longer hair.  Now there’s something for BlackAlpha to grab onto.”

Sal grinned as he kneaded the big pecs before him, “Ah, don’t worry, Danny, you’ll do fine.”

“I hope,” Masters replied with a moan.  His cock head had begun to creep out above the towel edge.  Sal was definitely hard as a rock given the stiff member pressing into the back of Masters’ head.

“How many times did you win the Tri-State Wrestling Fed belt again?” Danny asked.

“Ten times.  Won it then defended it nine times in a row,” Sal said proudly, “Then retired.”

“Only to watch BlackAlpha win it a few years later and defend it…what?…ten times in a row?” Master asked with a slight smirk.

Sal dug his fingers deeper into Masters’ 53” pecs, “Yeah, fucker did that…beat my record,” he said, as Danny winced slightly.  “But,” Sal continued, “You’re gonna stop his comeback in its tracks.  We’ll make sure he never makes it to a title match against Phillip the Philistine.”  

The Daddy Dom had been waiting for this moment.  He had trained VinnyMuscleStallion to stop BlackAlpha from defending his title for a record tenth time.  But the Bay Ridge Hero had lost the match due to his own hubris.  Then Sal himself tried a comeback as a masked wrestler but ended up losing the title match to the same Vinny.

“Fuck yeah,” Masters said—happy to be thinking of something other than his battering ram of a cock getting turned on by the Daddy’s Alpha persona and muscled physique.  He said, “My only concern is…that the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han may try to interfere, either in my contender match or when I take on Phillip.  They’ll do anything to prevent me from becoming the TSWF Champ and eclipsing them.”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Sal said, “I’ve got all that covered.  Not to worry.  All ya gotta do is focus on BlackAlpha then Phillip.  One at a time and you’ll be the Champ.”

“But how are they ‘covered’?” Masters asked.  “Master Han is very crafty,” he pointed out.

“Enough of the questions.  You need to relax, kid, and….” Sal’s voice trailed off.

The Daddy Dom released his grip on Danny’s pecs.  He poured oil into the valley between the 53” smooth chest walls.  He ran his hands all the way down to Masters’ abs, then along his obliques, before pulling them back to Danny’s dark brown nipples.  

He continued his round trip tour of Masters’ upper torso.  Each time Danny could feel the hardness of Sal’s 9” cock against the back of his head.  His own fat dick was fully erect now.  The head and half of the 7” shaft had escaped the towel.  Now each time the Daddy Dom reached his abs, Sal’s fingers lightly teased the exposed, swollen mushroom head, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Danny’s body.

Then the former Champ paused and stood back from the head of the massage table.  Danny could hear the sound of fabric being stretched and pulled down.  Instinctively, Masters hitched his body towards the top of the massage table and let his head dangle off the side.  He now stared directly at Sal’s big cock head and slit, inches away.

Sal looked out over Danny’s handsome face, his huge smooth chest mounds and cut abs, the mushroom head and shaft of his fat cock above the edge of the towel, the massive quads—miles and miles of golden skin.  

Sal’s cock twitched in anticipation of being captured by the Amateur Bodybuilder’s soft lips.  He stepped close to the table. 

The Daddy Dom batted his hard head and shaft across the Cocky Showboat’s face.  The swollen head toyed with Danny’s lips.  Masters was consumed by his horniness.  “Ready boy?” Sal asked.

Masters nodded and opened his mouth.  He swallowed the Alpha cock head—only to hear Sal moan in pleasure.  He gripped his own 7” cock, feeling its wide girth, and began jerking, aided by his own pre-cum.  The Daddy Dom thrust forward—shoving more of his length into Masters’ mouth.  Danny grunted around Sal’s dick.  His own cock pulsed when he got his first taste of the former Champ’s arousal.

“You like my big Italian cock, don’t you boy,” Sal taunted lightly, “Take it, kid, take all of Daddy Dom’s 9" dick!”  Danny relaxed his throat and felt the swollen cock head move inside.  The Daddy Dom’s cock bulged above Masters’ Adams Apple each time Sal moved his hips forward.

“Fuck yeah, boy, you’re so fucking good!” Sal exclaimed.  Every few thrusts, he pulled out and ran the head of his wet cock over Masters’ nose and lips.  Then he shoved his dick back inside and began to roughly face fuck his mentee.  “Like that, boy?  Like Sal’s cock?”

Danny made muffled sounds around his trainer’s manhood.  His nose brushed into the cropped black pubes above the base of Sal’s cock.  He arched his back off the table as he stroked his own fat dick ever more furiously.  Pre-cum leaked steadily from his fat head.  Given the angle of his body, it began to drip towards the valley between his pecs.  

“OH!  OH FUCK!” Sal exclaimed.  He pulled out his cock and stroked it.  His body trembled.  His dick throbbed.  Seconds later, his big balls drew up and ropes of cum splattered into Danny’s dangling face—hitting his eyes, nose and mouth and painting his cheeks.  

Masters cock was close behind—back lifting and shooting a geyser of hot white semen upwards until it splashed down on his smooth pecs and cut abs.

Sal’s right hand scooped the gobs of cum from Masters’ face.  He pushed his coated fingers inside Danny’s mouth, giving him a taste of the Daddy Dom’s protein.  

Then he pushed his still hard cock back into Danny’s mouth, saying.  “Polish it, boy.  Finish the mission.”

*     *     *     *     *

Later in the showers, the two naked men embraced under the hot water.  Their cocks had revived and rubbed against each other.  Sal’s mouth moved close to Danny’s right ear.  He said, “You’re ready, kid….BlackAlpha doesn’t stand a chance against you.”  He gripped the base of Masters' wide shaft and began stroking.

(To be continued.)