BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (8)

Chapter Eight:  Contender Match in Hell’s Kitchen

6’8” Donald Livingston clambered into the ring and took up his position in the center.  Half-smirking, half-sneering, the "guest" referee beckoned BlackAlpha and Danny Masters to join him, and the two contenders moved forward from their corners.

BlackAlpha’s gaze again went to Masters’ Speedo-covered cock.  The swollen head was nearly purple.  Danny smirked as they approached, “I’d heard you were now a cock whore.  Some rumors are true.”  

Before BA could respond, the UltimateBottom sneered, “We meet again, Bitch.”  

“You know this dude?” Masters asked.  

“Yeah,” BlackAlpha said, not taking his eyes off Livingston, “I know him.”  He paused, “I beat him.  Fucked him.  Turned him into the UltimateBottom.”

Ignoring the dig, Donald asked “No more dreadlocks?”  

“I learned they can be a liability.  Learned that from you, asshole,” the bald Jackson said.

“Well, Coach Stan saved you with his scissors,” Livingston said snidely, adding, “I haven’t forgotten either.  Delilah sends kisses.  She said you’d be calling me the UltimateTop by the end of the night.”

BlackAlpha began to lunge at the guest referee, but Stan grabbed his shoulder and held him back.

Livingston cleared his throat and took the mic offered by Vern Wonder.  “This contender match is a one fall—by KO or submission—match.  It’s no holds barred with ‘stakes’ to be awarded to the winner except,” Livingston laughed, “I get to decide everything.”

Not knowing anything about the UltimateBottom, the fans cheered and applauded.  “Now shake hands and come out fighting!” Donald added.

Masters patted his bulge and extended the same hand in a fist to BlackAlpha.  The Ebony Hero bumped it with his fist, and the two men retreated to their corners.  As they waited, Coach Stan rubbed BA’s broad shoulders and Sal did the same to Danny’s upper back.

DING!  DING!  DING!

The fans roared as the two gladiators moved out from their corners.  They raised their arms and engaged “elbow and collar” at center ring.  

BlackAlpha and Masters grunted hard as they tried to gain the upper advantage—pushing, twisting and pulling.  Both strong, the Ebony Hero had more experience in the ring and began to push Danny backwards.  He bent Masters’ back over the top rope.

“Break!” ordered the UltimateBottom.  “Break?” BlackAlpha said incredulously.  “I said ‘Break’!” Livingston commanded.  “But it’s no holds barred,” complained the former Champ.  “And I decide everything,” Donald barked, “Now fucking break, BlackBeta!”  

The Ebony Hero released his grip on Masters and stepped back from the ropes.  Danny grinned and, without pausing, SLAMMED his right knee up into BA’s package.  THUD!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  

Danny felt no squish.  No give.  His knee pad had hit something harder.  Then realization hit.  The former Champ must still be caged, he thought.

As the crowd erupted in boos, the former Champ dropped to his knees holding his bulge.  His face was a mask of pain.  Masters stepped up close to BlackAlpha.  His more than semi-hard cock tented outward and was inches from the Ebony Hero’s face.  

Masters put both hands on the back of BA’s head and pulled his face onto his crotch.  He used his hands to force BlackAlpha’s face to rub against his head, shaft and balls.  BA could smell the baby oil mixed with a whiff of pre-cum.

Masters taunted, “Look at you, already on your knees for me!”  He put an exclamation point on the moment of humiliation by sending his right knee upwards, BASHING into BlackAlpha’s face—BAM!—sending the former 11-time champ careening onto his back.

The UltimateBottom smirked as he patted his bulge.  His very fat 6” cock was already tenting the front of his black singlet.  The bulge was noticeable only from underneath given the overhang of his big belly.

Danny reached down and grabbed the Ebony Hero’s gold boots.  He dragged his body to his own corner where Sal stood, beaming with his mentee’s early success.  “String him up!” the Daddy Dom instructed.  

Masters smiled and raised BA’s calves, hooking them over the top rope on each side of the ring post.  The crowd was stunned to see the former Champ dangling downward in a TREE OF WOE!

Ronnie’s 54” pecs were heaving as Masters slowly kneeled, straddling the sides of BA’s head.  The Ebony Hero could only stare upwards at Danny’s white Speedo-covered taint and take in the Cocky Showboat’s manly smell.  His senses were overwhelmed and his big cut cock began to thicken inside the cage.  The Daddy Dom grabbed BlackAlpha’s calves to hold him firmly.

WHAP!  “OOF!”  WHAP!  “OOF!”  WHAP!  “OOF!”  Danny RIFLED several rapid fire punches into Jackson’s hard abs.  By the third punch, Masters could feel some give in the ridges of BA’s cut abs.  He was determined to tenderize the former Champ and fired away.  WHAP!  “OOF!”  WHAP!  “OOF!”  WHAP!  “OOF!”  WHAP!  “OOF!”  

Danny was about to head butt Jackson’s crotch but he realized that would be a stupid move with BA’s metal cage.  He looked up at Sal and nodded as he stood back.  The Daddy Dom released BA’s calves, which sprung upwards.  The former Champ’s legs spun over his body, and he fell into a heap in the corner.  SPLAT!

Masters turned and—to a chorus of boos and jeers—fist pumped the audience then transitioned into a crab pose, showing off his 53” glistening pecs with their dark brown nipples.  The Cocky Showboat was in complete control.  Coach Stan was fretting in BA’s corner.

Danny turned and saw BlackAlpha struggling to get onto all fours.  He went over and wrapped his arms around BA’s waist, yanking him upwards against his mid-torso.  Masters traipsed about the ring with the former Champ’s body held tight, then he quickly transitioned BA’s frame so his front was plastered to Danny’s oiled chest.  Taking two more steps, Masters twirled and sank to one extended knee, CRACKING BlackAlpha’s back over it in an OVER-THE-KNEE BACKBREAKER!  “UUUGGGHHH!!!”

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Masters immediately pushed down on Jackson’s throat with his left hand while pushing downward on his 33” quads with his right, contorting BA’s back.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  “How’s that feel, Bitch?” 

Danny snickered, as the Hell’s Kitchen fans booed the Amateur Bodybuilder’s Heel turn.  Masters snaked his right hand inside the leg loop of Ronnie’s Speedo.  It found the metal cage containing the former Champ’s 9” cock and balls.  “Look what we have here!” Masters said gleefully, “You’re not BlackAlpha.  You’re BlackBeta!”

Up in the skybox, Delilah DeLovely nearly cackled, “The has-been!  So much for this arc of redemption bullshit!”  Phillip the Philistine grinned, “I won’t have to worry about him.  It’s Masters I’ll have to destroy.”

With a cocky smirk, Danny cast off BlackAlpha’s body.  The former Champ rolled onto his back.  Just the feel of Masters’ hand touching the flesh of his balls pressing into the metal bars of his cage had further aroused his cock.  His Speedo-covered bulge now showed it.  

Danny smirked at the sight then twice KICKED BlackAlpha’s obliques.  THWACK!  THWACK!  The kicking forced BA to twist his body.  He had to escape Danny’s relentless assault.  He began to roll, turning multiple circles and moving under the bottom rope onto the apron and—KER-SPLAT!—onto the padded floor below the ring.

Once on his back, the Ebony Hero opened his eyes to see the UltimateBottom looming above him.  The White Behemoth leaned down wrapped his big right forearm around Jackson’s neck, applying a SIDE HEADLOCK.  “Hey!” Ronnie complained, “A ref can’t do that.”  But Livingston just snorted, “I get to decide everything!”  He yanked BlackAlpha forward towards the barricade separating the floor area from the stands, and SLAMMED Jackson head first into it.  BAM!

In the ring, Danny Masters watched with a grin on his face.  He pretended not to hear the boos from the unhappy fans.  He brushed his silky black hair back and let the fingers of his right hand trace the outline of his oiled pecs then descend to his black treasure trail.

BA lay collapsed by the base of the barricade.  He was disoriented.  Suddenly, he felt his golden Speedo being peeled down the back of his legs.  “You won’t be needing these anymore, Bitch!” Donald said, adding, as he shoved Jackson’s bald head through a leg hole, “But they make marvelous collars!”  Then using the Speedo as just that, the UltimateBottom yanked up the 6’4” 245 pound Ebony Hero.  

Suddenly, all the fans in the auditorium could see that BlackAlpha’s cock and balls were stuffed inside a chrome-colored cage.  Some audible snickers—followed by laughter—broke out in the auditorium.

Donald tugged the former Champ back to the apron then wrapped his beefy arms around his 33” waist and flung him under the bottom ropes into the ring.  The former Champ, naked except for his golden boots, rolled back towards Masters.

From high above the ring, Delilah DeLovely smirked, “It won’t be long now.  ”  Coach Stan winced.  He needed to do something.  But what?  He began to step between top and middle ropes but saw Sal on the other side of the ring match his step.  He hesitated then, as Sal smirked, stepped back onto the apron behind his mentee’s corner.

BlackAlpha’s last roll took him onto his chest at Danny’s feet. The Cocky Showboat drew his right hand across his throat.  Then he bent down and wrapped Jackson’s lower legs around his own legs.  He slapped the former Champ’s kidneys, and BA reflexively reached back.  He felt his wrists being grabbed, then Masters fell backwards.  

The weight of Danny’s 235 pound body slowly but surely hoisted BlackAlpha upwards as the arena spotlight zeroed in on Jackson’s cock cage.  Danny slowly descended onto his broad back elevating BA’s sculpted body.  Above him BA was stretched out in a perfectly executed ELEVATED SURFBOARD.  The former Champ’s caramel-colored ass cheeks made Masters’ fat cock throb inside his Speedo.

Jackson felt like his arms and shoulders were about to dislocate.

Masters now demanded his due.  “SUBMIT!  SUBMIT TO ME, YOUR FUCKING MASTER!”  BlackAlpha turned his face in agony to the right, then the left.  His sculpted 28-year old body was on full display for the horny gents at Hell’s Kitchen Arena.  Some began a new chant of “DAN-NY!  DAN-NY!”  Stan shouted from the corner, “HOLD ON!  HOLD ON!”  

(To be continued.)