BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (9)

Chapter Nine:  Contender Match in Hell’s Kitchen

The Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters was clearly aroused by his domination of the Ebony Hero BlackAlpha.  Masters’ hog of a cock tented upwards in his translucent Speedo.  He held the helpless and naked former Champ in an ELEVATED SURFBOARD above him.

Having returned to the ring, the UltimateBottom walked to where BlackAlpha was suspended.  With a snicker, his left hand grasped the metal cock cage.  He pressed the points of his fingers between the metal bars and dug into the Ebony Hero’s balls.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”  

In this position, though, Livingston’s 6’8” 325 pound frame momentarily blocked out what Daddy Dom Sal could see from Masters’ corner.  That was all that Stan needed to vault into the ring.

He sprinted to where Jackson was being surfboarded and, as Sal shouted “NO!”, dived forward, and CRASHED into Danny’s and BlackAlpha’s arms.  All three men collapsed into each other in a pile ending up at Livingston’s black combat boots.

The UltimateBottom snarled, “Get the fuck out of my ring, Coach!”  He reached down and grabbed the back of Coach Stan’s royal blue Speedo.  Donald yanked it upwards to wedgie BlackAlpha’s trainer and escorted Stan on his tippy-toes back to the Ebony Hero’s corner.

Although shaken up, Masters was on his feet before BlackAlpha could rise.  He bent down and wrapped his right arm around BA’s neck before pulling him upwards to his feet.  Then almost as quickly Danny shot his legs forward while falling backward.  He SLAMMED BlackAlpha face first into the canvass in a violent DDT.  BAM!

The stunned fans watched the former Champ's body ricochet upwards then flip onto his back.  His body twitched from the aftershocks of the DDT.  His cage weighed down his cock and balls below his short black pubes.  Stan’s intervention had bought him only a momentary reprieve.

“TAKE HIM OUT!” Sal ordered.  Masters gave him the thumbs up and sprinted to a neutral corner.  He mounted the ropes and slowly stood up on the turnbuckle.  More in the crowd chanted “DAN-NY!” as Masters spread his arms wide.  He looked down on BA’s spread-eagled body—clad only in his Speedo collar and size 13 gold boots.

Danny knew this was his moment.  He would win the match and take out Phillip the Philistine to regain his TSWF title.  He briefly crouched and shot forward, flying high, with outstretched Superman arms.  

Just as he was descending, BlackAlpha pulled his knees into his chest.  Masters’ gut SMASHED into the soles of BA’s boots.  THUD!  “UUUGGGHHH!!!”  He bounced away from the former Champ, gasping and wheezing.  The fans were on their feet and going wild.  

The Ebony Hero rolled to his right and stood up—a smile on his face.

Masters struggled onto all fours a few feet away.  BA raised his muscular arms, clasped them together, and brought them down hard in powerful DOUBLE AXE HANDLE on Danny’s broad back.  WHAM!  The blow felled Masters who was pancaked back into canvass.  His white Speedo-covered ass twitched.

BlackAlpha reached down, grabbed Masters' right arm, yanked him up, and quickly applied a SIDE HEADLOCK.  He forced the Cocky Showboat to his feet.  Then BA sprinted forward with Masters.  He jumped up and fell to the mat, taking Danny’s face with him and BULL-DOGGING the Amateur Bodybuilder.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  The Hell’s Kitchen crowd cheered crazily.

The UltimateBottom was still in Jackson’s corner where he had stayed after depositing Coach Stan on the apron.  Now he started forward, but Stan stuck out his right blue boot.  The 6’8” Lumbering Giant tripped on it and face planted onto the canvas—SPLAT!—shaking the ring violently.  “Oops,” Stan said sheepishly.

Masters was seeing stars as he rolled from one side to the other on the mat.  He felt the naked Ebony Hero standing above him as his own 35” quads were raised off the canvas.  He felt his legs being spread apart.  

BlackAlpha looked down on Masters’ swollen package with the imprint of his fat mushroom cock head imprinted on the translucent white fabric.  He planted his golden left boot on Danny’s Speedo-covered balls just below the dick head and stepped up on them, GAS-PEDALING Masters’ nuts as he shrieked.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

The Ebony Hero released Masters’ legs.  He took a moment to pat his cock cage, feeling sticky pre-cum on his fingers.  He wiped them on the golden Speedo that still hung around his neck.  Then he pulled off the collar, bent down, and stuffed the moist gear into Danny’s mouth.

Livingston began to struggle to his feet but Coach Stan had reached under the bottom rope and grabbed his black boots.  “What the fuck?” complained the White Behemoth as BA’s trainer held him in place.

Jackson grabbed the waistband of Masters’ white Speedo and pulled it down his quads, calves and boots.  The 7” beer can cock slapped up against the Amateur Bodybuilder’s abs.  His trimmed black pubes framed the fat hog of a cock and Danny’s big hairless balls.

The crowd was chanting “BA!  BA!  BA!” louder and louder.  The former Champ yanked his golden Speedo from Masters’ mouth before collaring Masters’ head with it.  He used it to drag the Amateur Bodybuilder to his unsteady feet.  He turned Masters body so they were back-to-back and reached for the Speedo around Danny’s neck.  BA then bent forward and hauled the Cocky Showboat onto his broad back.  Masters’ white boots lifted off the mat and kicked at the air.

Danny’s arms flailed wildly as BlackAlpha strutted around the ring.  Chants of “SUBMIT!  SUBMIT!” broke out in the auditorium.  Masters’ eyes bulged widely as he wheezed.  The UltimateBottom tried to shake free of Stan’s grasp but the Coach held on tightly.

Daddy Dom Sal could not hold back.  He stepped between the top and middle ropes and advanced to where Jackson held Masters in his HANGMAN.  He SLAMMED his right knee up into BlackAlpha’s gut—WHOMP!  “UGH!”—forcing the Ebony Hero to his knees.  BA involuntarily released his grip on the Speedo.  Masters slid off his back, gasping for air.  Boos rained down on Sal, but he just walked back to Danny’s corner with a self-satisfied look on his face.

The UltimateBottom finally kicked free of Coach Stan’s grasp and got to his feet.  He approached BlackAlpha.  From his knees, the former Champ looked up at the imposing 6’8” frame.  His face was inches from Livingston’s black singlet-covered swollen package.  No fucking way, he said to himself, and SLAMMED a EURO UPPERCUT upwards into Donald’s balls.  WHUMP!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”  The Lumbering Giant fell to his knees in front of BA with a look of agony on his face.

BlackAlpha stood up before Livingston.  Not hesitating, he SLAMMED his right knee into the White Behemoth’s ugly face.  WHOMP!  “UUUGGGHHH!”  As the Ebony Hero took a step backward, glassy-eyed Donald B. Livingston swayed backward and forward.  Just as he had done years earlier, BlackAlpha went into a 360 degree spin and let his trailing right boot SLAM into Livingston's face.  The former Prison Champ CRASHED sideways onto the canvass.  Unmoving.  KO'd by BlackAlpha.

With the Hell's Kitchen crowd in a frenzy and on their feet, BA turned around to find himself standing face-to-face with Masters.  Before Danny could react, BA slid his right arm between Masters’ quads.  He yanked up the 235 pound Amateur Bodybuilder, turned and SLAMMED his body to the mat.  BAM!  “UUUGGGHHH!’

Sal started to enter the ring again but a metal chair appeared out of no where and SMASHED down on the back of his head.  BANG!  The Daddy Dom crumpled in a twisted heap onto the apron.  He stared upwards, vacantly, at a shadowy figure holding the chair.  Was that Coach Stan, he thought to himself?  BANG!  Boy, he mused, it sure looked like Coach Stan.  Then everything turned black.

The Ebony Hero gave a thumb’s up to his longtime mentor.  He reached down and grabbed his golden Speedo, which still hung around Masters’ neck.  He dragged the Amateur Bodybuilder to his feet.  Then he wrapped his arms around Danny’s mid-torso, hoisted him upwards and twisted his body upside down.  Masters’ face pressed against BlackAlpha’s metal cage.  “Like that, Danny Boy?  Like the musk of a real man?”  Masters was overwhelmed by BA’s pheromones.

The Ebony Hero’s face rose just above Danny’s hard dick and balls.  The crowd chanted in unison, “PILE-DRIVER!  PILE-DRIVER!”  

BlackAlpha winked with a grin before dropping to his knees, plowing Danny’s head into the canvass.  BAM!  Masters’ sculpted body unfolded before BlackAlpha who straddled his head.  Danny’s cock was harder than ever.  But the Cocky Showboat’s body twitched and trembled.

“ONE MORE!” shouted fans in the arena.  BlackAlpha grinned and double bi-flexed over Danny’s spread-eagled frame.  He stood, dragging Masters by his Speedo collar up with him.  Once again, the Amateur Bodybuilder was bear-hugged, lifted, twisted upside down, and held momentarily in place.   

BlackAlpha blew a kiss to the adoring fans and dropped to his knees.  Masters’ head hit the mat.  WHAM!  As his chiseled golden-skinned body unfolded again, there was no movement.  His fat 7” cock remained hard, but the Cocky Showboat was definitely out.  The Ebony Hero looked around for Livingston but he, too, was unconscious.

BlackAlpha scooted forward.  His caged, pre-cum smeared cock and balls covered Danny’s nose and mouth.  The Ebony Hero SLAPPED his right hand on the mat, hollering “1!”  Then he SLAPPED his left hand down, “2!”  The crowd joined in and soon the slaps and numbers piled up.  “3!…4!…5!…6!…7!…8!…9!…10!”  BA raised both 24” biceps above the fallen loser.  His comeback was alive.

DING!  DING!  DING!

The fans were ecstatic.  “AND THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS,” Vern Wonder intoned into his mic, “THE WINNER, BY A PILE-DRIVER KNOCK OUT, YOUR COMEBACK KID…BLACK ALPHA!!!”  Chants of “BA!  BA!  BA!” filled the arena.  Coach Stan entered the ring to embrace the Ebony Hero.  Daddy Dom Sal lay sleeping on the apron.  Livingston, also sleeping, lay on his back in a corner of the ring.  And Danny Masters, the would-be Champion, lay at center ring, KO’d.

Up in the skybox, Delilah DeLovely was beside herself.  “This will not stand,” she declared, “We’re going down to the ring!”  Phillip looked non-plussed.  So what if BlackAlpha would be his opponent.  The Ebony Bitch had looked like a pitiful jobber for most of the match.  He would be no match for the Blonde Alpha Sadist.  No match at all.  

“Let’s go!  And bring your belt.  We’ll need it,” the Buxom Beauty bellowed, acting as the Alpha—forgetting that Phillip was the Champ.  

She hoisted a black leather bag over her shoulder and added, “We just need to stop by that broom closet to free Master Han and the AsianMuscleGod.”

6’3” and 225 pounds, Phillip rose and slowly pulled off his black tank top.  He ran his hands over the large brown nipples at the center of his smooth 52” pecs.  Dark brown pubic hair appeared just above the waistband of his black leather Speedo.  He was a handsome, blue-eyed stud with dark brown eyebrows and a mop of unruly blonde curls with dark roots.  He flexed his right 22” bicep and and smirked.  

No, the Ebony Hero would be no problem at all.  Grabbing the title belt, the Philistine wrapped it around his 32” waist.  The bejeweled metal front with the initials “TSWF” covered the pouch of his Speedo and the 8.5" cut cock and balls hidden inside it.

(To be continued.)