Cock of the Walk

by Bard

A black stretch limo pulled up to the red carpet. Camera flashes lit up the early evening in anticipation of the door opening. A tuxedo-ed valet stood by the back door, waiting. At some invisible signal, he reached for the door handle and opened the back door of the limo, quickly stepping to the side to give the industry paparazzi an unobstructed view.

Paulo Villa climbed out of the back seat. The devastatingly handsome Brazilian wore an impeccably tailored black tuxedo. At 6’3” tall, the bronze hunk had jet-black hair and dark brown eyes. He looked up and smiled toward the crowd behind the ropes lining the red carpet. The camera flashes were momentarily blinding. Flashing his signature dimples and batting his thick eyelashes, Paulo paused with his hand on the top of the limo door, momentarily blocking the view of the interior.

After giving the paparazzi their first shots, Paolo turned toward the limo and reached inside. Stepping backward, he held the hand of his benefactor, internet start-up billionaire and porn producer, Jonah Obasanjo. Obasanjo wore a black tuxedo with a gold cummerbund, his crisp white shirt collar contrasting sharply with his dark black skin. He climbed out of the limo and stepped onto the red carpet as the cameras flashed. With lips pursed in confident determination, he shoved Paolo’s hand in the air, inspiring a round of applause from the fans mixed in amid the paparazzi.

The two strolled hand-in-hand up the red carpet, smiling for the cameras and shaking desperate hands stretched across the ropes. The porn industry paparazzi barked and shouted to get the two men to look their way. The celebrities ignored the questions peppering them from behind the ropes and walked directly to the lean, blond hunk standing with a microphone and a camera crew halfway up the red carpet.

Brad Ender was a former porn star turned correspondent for the Gay Porn Network. He’d enjoyed only modest success in the industry until he made the switch to industry journalist. Interviewing the players, Brad grew famous for asking the impolitic questions that the fans wanted to know most about.

Brad rested his left hand gently behind Paolo’s lower back as he positioned the two men for the best camera angle. “Jonah,” Brad began the red carpet interview, “what do you think Paolo’s chances are against his opponent tonight?”

Obasanjo sneered and rolled his eyes. The 5’6” billionaire was dwarfed beside the two towering porn stars. The lean, square-jawed porn producer lifted Paolo’s hand in the air again. “It is a perfect certainty that Paolo will be victorious tonight!” Paolo’s fans behind the ropes roared and applauded.

When the rumble died down, Brad continued, “What do you think about Slater’s undefeated record, Paolo? Have you studied his past performances in preparation for tonight?”

Paolo glanced down at Obasanjo briefly before turning to speak into Brad’s microphone. “I never watch my challengers,” he said, his dimples deepening as he smiled and winked at Brad. “But I’ve seen this undefeated record that you speak of.” Paolo paused to chuckle before concluding, “He’s faced nothing but cream puffs. I’ve crushed everyone of his opponents, and I’ll crush him as well.”

“But are you at all intimidated by his 9 inch cock? That’s about 2 inches bigger than you, right?” Brad’s insolence was met with boos from Paolo’s fans.

Obasanjo grabbed the microphone out of Brad’s hand angrily. “Paolo is over eight inches, and he’s by far thicker than Slater! I can promise you one thing, Slater’s ass is puckered in fear as we speak!” Brad reached out to take his microphone back, but Obasanjo yanked it away again. “And one more thing I promise you, we’re going to DP that virgin ass on behalf of everyone who’s been waiting to watch the arrogant bastard be beaten!”

Obasanjo threw the microphone to the carpet, and they strode up the red carpet soaking in the roaring adoration of the crowd.

Brad quickly retrieved the microphone and spoke into the camera. “Well, my friends, that’s one bold prediction from Jonah Obasanjo. His confidence in Paolo Villa knows no bounds, despite Vegas odds makers making Slater a 3-to-1 favorite tonight.” Brad went silent as the crowd roared again. “And speak of the devil, I believe the 3-to-1 favorite is pulling up right now.”

A fire red Maserati screeched to a halt at the end of the red carpet as a storm of flash bulbs went off. Stepping out of the driver’s seat, the hot young porn phenom Slater buttoned his white tuxedo coat as he stepped around the front of the car. Slater waved briefly at the fans behind the ropes before turning his attention to the passenger door. Opening the door, he stepped back as his benefactor, Reuben Selig, climbed out. 5’8” Reuben stood a full 8 inches shorter than 20 year old, dark brown-skinned Slater. The porn star’s massive biceps stretched the seams of his tuxedo coat as Reuben hooked his elbow around Slater’s arm. The two began walking the gauntlet arm-in-arm as the flash bulbs peppered them from beyond the ropes lining of the red carpet.

When they reached Brad Ender, they came to a halt for the obligatory red carpet interview. “Reuben,” Brad began, “tell us how you’ve trained Slater for his challenge tonight.”

Reuben leaned toward the microphone. “Strength and cardio,” he replied. “You’re going to see that underneath these clothes is the hardest, strongest Slater yet. And he’s got the endurance to go the distance. His opponent tonight is past his prime, I’m afraid, whereas my man here is at his physical peak.” On cue, Slater lifted his arms and flexed his bulging biceps, making the seams of his tuxedo coat split open instantly.

“Sounds like we’ve got something to look forward to,” Brad said into the camera. “Slater, as you probably know, your opponent tonight has an impressive record, but he has two marks in his loss column. Did you study Paolo Villa’s past losses, and did that inform your strategy going into tonight?”

Slater lowered his arms and spoke into the microphone. “Sure thing, Brad,” he said, his bright, white teeth flashing a disarming smile. “I’ve watched the footage. I know where this chump’s weaknesses lie. And tonight, I’m going to exploit every one of his weaknesses. And then I’m going to exploit his tired ass. And then I’m going to exploit him over, and over,” Slater grabbed his crotch, “and over again until he’s got my cum coming out his ears!”

As Reuben and Slater turned and walked up the red carpet, Brad turned to the camera and smiled. “Well, there you have it, fans. It sounds like fierce, young Slater has done his homework and is planning on outlasting his veteran opponent. Paolo, on the other hand, claims to have never seen any of the matches in Slater’s meteoric rise through the ranks in the past 8 months. However, Jonah Obasanjo’s bold prediction makes me suspect that the dimple-face 28 year old may have done more preparation for this match-up than he’s letting on. Tonight we’ll find out if this match will be a passing of the torch from a veteran superstar to the next generation, or if experience and cunning are sufficient to bring to heel youth and power.”

Inside, it was an intimate arena with stadium seating for no more than about 400 spectators. The anonymous exterior in the warehouse district disguised a plush interior. State of the art lighting and sound equipment made every move and grunt inside the wrestling ring in the center of the arena crystal clear for the live audience and the pay-per-view audience at home. The “Cock of the Walk” bouts were the most exclusive tickets in gay porn. The live audience was typically populated primarily by only the wealthiest porn producers, their most prized stallions, and their entourages. It was almost entirely a black-tie affair, though the wealthiest and most powerful producers could be spotted by their more casual attire.

It was a restless, highly charged crowd tonight. There were no title belts or champions. The Cock of the Walk was whoever came out victorious on any given night. However, Paolo had an astonishing string of victories over his 6-year career, blemished by only two losses early on. He’d been the stud to beat for quite a while, but it could hardly go unnoticed that his victories were ever increasingly hard fought. It was probably a combination of the rise in quality of the competition and in the physical toll that the sport had taken on Paolo’s divine body over the years. The odds makers had been predicting a loss for him for his past four matches. He’d beaten the odds every time, but the margin of victory was narrowing.

Slater came roaring onto the scene and appeared to have the potential to be the silver bullet to finally take Paolo down. He was one of the biggest competitors to appear in Cock of the Walk, both in his overall physique and in the size of his fire hose of a cock. Since his debut eight months earlier, Slater had been on a terror, fighting an astonishing fifteen matches and coming out on top in every single one. Whereas Paolo’s momentum seemed to be waning, Slater appeared to be conquering each new opponent with greater ease. His last match nearly caused a riot when the young phenom made his completely outmatched opponent submit in under five minutes. Slater won over the disgruntled crowed, however, by treating them to an astonishing hour and a half fuck fest, aided enthusiastically by his cornerman and producer, Reuben.

The tension and excitement in the arena was palpable as the minutes ticked by. When Brad Ender strode up the aisle and slipped under the bottom ring rope to make the ring announcements, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

When the decibels dropped sufficiently, Brad shouted into his microphone. “Gentlemen at home,” Brad winked into the camera perched on the shoulder of a tech who had climbed up to the ring apron for the close up. “…And gentlemen here in the arena tonight, welcome to another epic battle for bragging rights and the title to be tonight’s… COCK OF THE WALK!” Again, the roar and applause drowned out any possibility of Brad continuing. Over a half a minute later, he was able to shout over top of the excited buzz. “Introducing our first competitor tonight, fighting out of the blue corner to my left…” Brad continued. “He’s undefeated and 15-and-0 in Cock of the Walk competition at the tender age of 20!” The stands stomped and roared again, drowning out Brad yet again. “Standing 6’4” tall, with a 9-inch uncut cock, and weighing in tonight at 235 pounds of ripped muscle, being led to the ring by his cornerman, Reuben Selig… the next generation superstar… SLATER!” 

A spotlight popped on, illuminating a momentarily empty aisle between the stands. As the crowd stomped in rhythm, Reuben’s face suddenly appeared, provoking a renewed roar from the crowd. Reuben still wore his tuxedo as he led Slater, whose hands rested on his benefactor’s shoulders from behind, up the aisle toward the ring. As they reached ringside, Reuben climbed up to the ring apron and sat on the middle rope, assisting his fighter into the ring. Slater looked superhuman. His brown skin was flawless, stretched over his gargantuan physique that would make most competitive bodybuilders quake. He wore skimpy, metallic gold bikini trunks. The trunks weren’t technically a thong, but the fabric disappeared halfway down his ass crack, his massive, powerful glutes far too big to be contained in the minuscule fabric. His golden pouch appeared custom tailored to just barely contain the python hanging down between his legs, already over 6 inches and still flaccid. The mass of braids atop his head were pulled back by a rubber band. Otherwise, his body was shaved smooth, like a polished granite statue.

Rueben climbed up to the middle turnbuckle as Slater backed up into the blue corner. His cornerman reached around his thick neck to massage Slater’s bulging pecs. Reuben shouted instructions into his ear over the din of the crowd, absent-mindedly pinching his man’s tight, brown nipples.

“And his opponent tonight hardly needs an introduction!” Brad continued. “Fighting out of the red corner to my right, with a record of 32 victories and 2 defeats, 28 years old and standing 6’3” tall, sporting an 8 inch cut cock, and weighing in tonight at 206 pounds… led to the ring by his cornerman, Jonah Obasanjo… the man with more Cock of the Walk wins than any other superstar… PAOLO VILLA!”

The impassioned roar of the crowd was every bit as ear piercing for Paolo as it had been for Slater. As Jonah led his man up the aisle, arms stretched down from the stands toward the pornstar legend jogging slowly toward the ring. As they arrived, Jonah climbed up to the ring apron first and sat across the middle rope, holding it for his fighter to climb inside. Once both men had stepped inside the ring, Jonah grabbed Paolo’s right wrist and thrust it overhead as the crowd stomped and screamed.

Paolo wore the same black g-string that he’d worn for every one of his 34 Cock of the Walk matches… well, the same style of g-string, since almost every match concluded with both fighters’ gear in shreds. Paolo was a vision of beauty. He wasn’t quite as ripped in muscle as his superhuman opponent, but he had the classic size and proportions of a gay porn star muscle beast. The perfect round globes of his bubble butt were the same bronze color of every inch of the all-over-tan hunk. His legs were thick and powerful, his waist narrow, and his abdominal muscles, while not as crystal cut as Slater’s were, nevertheless rippled across the slight bulge of his lower torso. His thick, round pecs bounced vigorously as he bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet in the ring.

Jonah held Paolo’s head in his hands, pulling his face downward to shout fiercely at him as the crowd slowly began to quiet. Paolo continued to bob lightly on the balls of his feet as he stared fixedly down into his benefactor’s eyes. The crowd gasped when Jonah concluded his instructions with a sharp slap across Paolo’s right cheek. Paolo licked his lips and nodded once.

Brad called both porn stars and their cornermen to the center of the ring. The crowd quieted to listen to the instructions as the referee, in his black trousers and black and white striped shirt, slid into the ring and joined the congregation in the center. “Gentlemen,” the referee said, “you’ve all been here before, so let me just remind you of the rules. This is a one-fall match. The victory goes to the man who secures the first submission or knockout inside the ring. Any outside interference will result in an immediate disqualification. The winner gets to take the loser in body and soul for as long as he’d like, but all the action stays inside the ring. And at that point,” the referee paused for effect, “outside interference is strongly encouraged.” Laughter and shouts of encouragement rippled through the stands. “Return to your corners and wait for the bell,” the ref concluded.

The fighters retreated to their respective corners as their cornermen slipped outside the ropes and took up position behind the turnbuckles. Reuben whispered feverishly into Slater’s ear as they both kept their eyes riveted on Paolo in the opposite corner. Paolo’s eyes drooped in relaxation as Jonah dug his fingers deeply into the hunk’s knotted neck and shoulders. When the bell rang, Reuben slapped Slater’s ass and Jonah pounded his fist sharply into the middle of Paolo’s upper back as both men came circling clockwise out of their respective corners.

The noise of the crowd lulled to a hush as they listed to the amplified sounds of the action play across the loudspeakers. The referee remained out of the way as the two big, powerful men strode barefoot around the perimeter of the ring. The noise of the springs squeaking underneath the ring signaled each footstep. The shuffle of feet and squeaks of the springs quickened as they spiraled inward toward the center of the ring and locked up by collar-and-elbow.

With a loud grunt, Slater spread his legs wide and slapped his right arm around Paolo’s head before the 28 year-old could defend himself. Slater pried his opponent’s head downward, crushing it between his forearm and ribcage as the big muscle brute’s pecs and biceps flexed rock hard. Slater’s jaw dropped open and his tongue traced back and forth, over and over, across his lower lip in concentration. Paolo wrapped his arms around his opponent’s narrow waist and tried to pull him off balance, but the broad stance of the black stud was immovable.

“I feel sort of sad,” Slater grumbled. His voice was in a conversational tone, but the sound equipment embedded everywhere at ringside amplified his words clearly for the audience. “It’s bittersweet, watching the end of an era.”

He twisted his torso, driving his hip upward into Paolo’s side. Paolo was easily lifted off his feet. He flipped over his opponent’s hip and landed with a crash on his back, with Slater’s arm still crushing his head.

Slater sat on the mat, prying his opponent’s neck upward as he applied concentrated pressure on Paolo’s skull. Paolo slowly pulled his knees underneath him and rose to a kneeling position. Slater rose up to his knees to maintain steady pressure, his tongue sliding distractedly across his lower lip again. With a grunt, Paolo pulled himself up to one foot, and then booth feet, crouching low in his opponent’s control. Again, Slater countered by climbing to his feet and maintaining position over top of the captured head under his control.

Slater squeezed and twisted his upper body, grinding his forearm into Paolo’s temple and cranking on the Brazilian’s neck. Paolo laced his fingers together, his arms wrapped around his opponent’s waist. With a grunt, he tried to pull Slater off his feet in a bearhug, but the bigger, younger man lunged his long, sculpted legs wider, staying on his feet. With a quick grunt, Slater twisted his torso again, pulling his opponent off his feet and hip tossing him to his back again. A half a second later, the black superhunk knelt on his right knee, shoving his left knee high between Paolo’s shoulder blades as he pried the Brazilian stud’s muscled arms backward.

“Too easy, baby,” Slater muttered. “Too easy.”

“Snap those arms off!” Reuben barked from the corner.

Slater reached forward, momentarily reducing the pressure on his opponent’s shoulders before yanking backward, stretching Paolo so far that the backs of his hands nearly met behind him. An almost frightened gasp slipped out of Paolo’s gaping mouth as his broad, thick pecs quivered in the dangerously extreme stretch.

“Oh, baby,” Slater said. “What you got, baby boy? You’re already thinking about giving up, aren’t you?” Slater leaned his torso backward, bending Paolo backward around his knee. “This is going to be the fastest submission in history!”

The ref knelt on one knee in front of Paolo and barked in his face, “Do you give up!?”

Paolo shook his head defiantly. “No!” His abdomen pumped as he breathed through the pain. Flat on his ass, his legs bent loosely in front of him, the Brazilian bit his lower lip as his opponent pried his shoulders backward dangerously. Desperately, Paolo pulled his feet underneath him, momentarily tweaking his strained shoulders in order to draw himself up into a crouch. The shift made Slater have to readjust his grip on Paolo’s wrists. In the briefest instant of Slater’s grip adjustment, Paolo yanked hard on his arms, managing to pop his right arm free.

Slater momentarily tried to recapture the freed arm, but as Paolo twisted away and turned to face him, the black superhunk let go of his opponent’s left wrist and stepped away. “You can have that one on me,” Slater chuckled, immediately circling to the right. Paolo massaged his huge right shoulder and circled away, keeping a healthy distance between him and his opponent. The referee again retreated to a corner to give the wrestlers the run of the ring.

Again, the two wrestlers slowly spiraled into the middle of the ring and crashed together, grabbing at each other’s necks and arms. Both wrestlers leaned in, using their weight and powerful muscles in a titanic shoving match. Paolo lunged low, using his powerful thighs to press his opponent backward. Slater braced his right leg behind him, but relied primarily on his upper body strength to match his opponent. Their massive physiques remained locked in a stalemate for over half a minute. The springs beneath the ring squeaked with each shuffling step as they struggled to maintain position. Slater growled as the battle of inches stretched toward a full minute. With a roar, Slater shoved Paolo off balance, lifting the Brazilian briefly off his feet and flinging him to his ass.

Paolo looked up at his massive opponent, startled, even as the young phenom followed swiftly with a heel stomp onto the Brazilian’s massive right thigh. Paolo bounced up to his left knee defensively, rubbing his right leg. His hands were raised in front of him to fend away a further attack, but Slater turned his back in contempt and walked slowly across the ring. Turning to face his opponent, Slater leaned his lower back against the top ring rope. Folding his huge arms in front of him, Slater’s mountainous pecs shimmered with a sheen of sweat reflecting the overhead lights.

“Too easy,” Slater sneered. “You’re just too slow, too weak, boy.”

Jonah urged his wrestler on. “Shake it off, Paolo! You’ve got this.”

Paolo climbed to his feet, and Slater pushed himself away from the ropes. They began circling the ring again, the referee remaining unobtrusive in a neutral corner. As they approached one another in the center of the ring for the third time, Slater’s right arm shot forward like lightening to snag his opponent’s head once again. Paolo ducked backward just in time, lunging low and driving his right shoulder into his opponent’s hip and wrapping his arms around Slater’s waist. With a grunt, he stood up straight, lifting the huge black stud off his feet and driving him backward. Slater crashed to his back with Paolo crunching down on top of him. The Brazilian superstar took advantage of his young opponent’s surprise to capture Slater’s right wrist. Sliding to Slater’s side, Paolo wrapped his tree trunk thighs around his opponent’s right arm. Lacing his ankles together, he pressed his right calf down hard across Slater’s throat while prying the captured arm backward, hyper-extending it dangerously.

Slater pounded his left fist into the mat in frustration. Paolo leaned backward, prying Slater’s hand backward, adding to the quivering tension on the captured arm. The young muscle beast cried out in pain, flexing his powerful arm to block the arm bar threatening to break him. It was strength pitted against strength. Paolo’s legendary legs squeezed like a vice around Slater’s mountainous arm.

“You talk too much,” Paolo snarled through gritted teeth.

They remained locked in a battle of endurance. Slater’s arm teetered on the edge of serious damage as he flexed and strained, thwarting Paolo’s armbar.

“Fight it!” Reuben demanded, propping his right foot on the bottom turnbuckle.

“Ahhhh!” Slater gasped in panic as Paolo pried his fingers backward a fraction farther.

“Submit to me!” Paolo demanded. The ref hovered nearby, watching carefully.

A rumbling growl began to grow deep in Slater’s chest. The superhunk flexed his captured arm harder. His lips curled, revealing his stark white, perfect teeth. A look of disbelief washed over Paolo’s face as Slater managed to straighten his wrist and bend his arm. The melon-sized brown bicep quivered as he strained.

Suddenly Paolo lost his grip on Slater’s wrist. The black stud’s strength and the quickly growing layer of sweat on both bodies permitted Slater to break free from the arm bar. Paolo still squeezed tightly with his powerful thighs scissored around the arm. Slater rolled up to his knees, forcing his opponent’s scissored legs to fold over top of him, pressing the Brazilian to his back. Paolo held on tightly to the arm with his legs, desperately trying to recaptured Slater’s wrist with his hands.

Slater clenched his left fist and punched fiercely into his opponent’s powerful left ass cheek. The blow made Paolo’s legs unclench for a fraction of a second, allowing Slater to quickly slide his arm partially free. Again, the young superhunk swung his fist like a sledgehammer into Paolo’s glute, and again the blow sent a shock through the Brazilian’s nerves. Slater yanked his arm completely free.

His arm hung limply at his side as Slater quickly backed away from his opponent, retreating to his corner. Reuben reached over the top rope and began massaging the traumatized limb furiously. “What the fuck was that!?” he snapped angrily at Slater.

“Bitch got lucky,” Slater snarled, watching Paolo climbing slowly his feet across the ring.

“Get back to the plan,” Reuben demanded, kneading his knuckles into Slater’s thick bicep.

Slater shrugged his arm away from his cornerman and strode away from the corner. “I’ve got this!” he snapped, his eyes remaining riveted on Paolo who began to circle toward him.

“You’re ass is going to pay for that, fucker!” Slater snarled at Paolo.

Paolo smiled silently. As they approached one another again to lock up, Paolo went directly for the injured arm. He grabbed Slater’s wrist with both hands. Twisting the arm counterclockwise, he swung his opponent’s arm overhead, prying Slater’s wrist, elbow and shoulder to the limits of tolerance. Slater’s left hand instinctively clutched protectively at his strained right shoulder as he bent forward in his opponent’s control. Pressing the extended arm downward, Paolo stepped over top of it, straddling the captured arm. Positioning the locked elbow pressed upward against the base of his scrotum, Paolo pulled upward on Slater’s wrist, hyper-extending the arm dangerously again. His golf ball sized testicles rested propped on top of his opponent’s corded forearm, stretching the black pouch.

Slater dropped his left knee to the mat and cried out in startled pain. His thickly muscled upper back glistened with sweat. Paolo leaned his shoulders backward, hyper-extending the captured arm farther. Slater’s next cry quivered in his throat, turning into a panicked whimper. “Submit to me!” Paolo shouted angrily.

In response, Slater grunted with pain as he lifted his knee off the mat. Twisting his torso, he squeezed his right arm clockwise a fraction of an inch. Paolo struggled to keep Slater’s joints locked in place, but the black muscle star twisted his arm another fraction of an inch. As his elbow twisted to the side, still squeezed damply between his opponent’s thick thighs, Slater flexed his bicep again. Shoving his shoulder into Paolo’s lower back, he bent his arm and pressed his legs upward, lifting his stunned opponent off his feet.

Slater teetered awkwardly for a couple of seconds. He hooked Paolo’s chin with his left hand, but the mass of his opponent shifted as he tried to balance the Brazilian across his shoulders. The black superhunk strained, struggling to straighten his legs with Paolo hanging across his back.

“DO IT!!!” Reuben screamed from the corner.

A long, strained grunt hissed from Slater’s nostrils as he clenched his jaw. Painfully slowly, he straightened his legs and stood up straight with his opponent’s powerful body stretched vulnerably backward across his shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes!!!” Reuben shouted eagerly.

Sweat poured in streams down Slater’s brow as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, making Paolo grunt in pain. The black stud’s chest heaved as he sucked air desperately. Slowly, he shuffled his feet, turning until Paolo’s face was positioned facing Jonah across the ring. “What do you think about your boy now, Obi!” Slater growled breathlessly.

Jonah clenched his jaw, watching helplessly from the corner as his wrestler hung vulnerably in Slater’s control. Jonah had never before seen Paolo in such jeopardy.

With his right hand, Slater grabbed the elastic at the top of his opponent’s black pouch and yanked the fabric down, exposing Paolo’s beer can cock and pendulous balls. He squeezed the Brazilian’s testicles in the palm of his hand, making Paolo scream.

“Yes!” Slater hissed, the confident chuckle returning to his voice. “Yes sir!” he repeated, laughing. “Now who’s going to submit, baby?!”

“Break him!” Reuben screamed, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and leaning eagerly into the ring. “Break him now!”

Slater dipped and straightened his legs several times, shaking his opponent fiercely. Paolo groaned long and low. “Oh baby,” Slater muttered. His cock bounced and extended, stretching his golden pouch excitedly in anticipation of victory. “I can feel it coming! You’re getting close now, aren’t you, baby?!”

Paolo continued to groan. His head bobbed up and down limply, his heavily lidded eyes blinking rapidly as he gazed uncomprehendingly at his cornerman. Slater squeezed his right hand harder, making his opponent’s body convulse involuntarily. “Let’s just milk the fight right out of you, baby,” Slater rumbled, kneading Paolo’s crushed testicles in his fingers. “You’re just about there, aren’t you?” His pulsing, 8 and a half inch cock swayed in its golden pouch, dangling at a 90 degree angle from his body. “I’ve been waiting to plow that gorgeous, golden ass of yours for the past 8 months, baby. I got into this business for this moment. I’ve trained for one thing and one thing only: to fuck your beautiful butt, Paolo!”

Slater’s divine body flexed from head to toe as he pulled downward on his opponent’s balls and chin. Trickles of sweat coursed down his rippled abdomen, adding to the growing crescent stain soaking the top of his trunks. Paolo’s body quaked with a silent sob. “There it is now, baby,” Slater whispered. “You’ve been waiting for this moment, too, haven’t you, baby?” His eyes fluttered closed as he grew silent. Finally, he growled ferociously, “Give it up!”

“Don’t!” Jonah cried from the corner. The referee hovered close, leaning his ear next to Paolo’s mouth to hear a gasped submission.

Paolo’s eyes snapped open wide. “No!” he shouted defiantly.

Slater’s eyes also snapped open in surprise. “What did you say to me!? Let’s just milk this baby some more,” he growled, crushing Paolo’s balls still harder. Paolo screamed again in agony. “There it is!” Slater insisted. “You’ve got nothing left in the tank now, baby. You can bring this to an end anytime now. And then I’m going to fill you right back up, baby. Now,” Slater paused, his eyes closing again, approaching ecstatic victory. “… give it up.”

Once again, the ref leaned in close, examining the Brazilian’s dripping face. Paolo sighed deeply. “Fuck you!” he cried.

Slater’s eyes snapped open once again and his jaw dropped open in shock. He had his opponent completely at his mercy, but still Paolo remained defiant. With a snort of disgust, he lifted his arms and released his hold on his opponent. Paolo rolled backward off of Slater’s shoulders and crashed to the mat, landing on his side.

Paolo’s mouth hung open dumbly, his lips pressed against the canvas as if making out with it. He clutched his testicles with both hands, curling his knees upward in the fetal position.

Slater turned and looked pleadingly at his corner. Reuben’s gaze shifted back and forth between his wrestler’s eyes and the sight of the stubbornly defiant Brazilian legend. Finally the cornerman shrugged. “Break something!” he demanded.

The frustrated young wrestler turned his attention back on his opponent. Bending forward, he grabbed a handful of wet, black hair and pried Paolo’s head upward. “Oh baby,” he muttered almost sadly, “you just don’t know when to quit.”

He pulled relentlessly on his opponent’s shock of hair until the nearly lifeless Brazilian dragged himself up to his knees. Slater towered over his kneeling opponent, holding him up by his hair. “Just give it up,” he snapped. The ref crouched low by Paolo’s side.

“No,” Paolo muttered, his eyes drooping almost closed as he swayed on his knees.

Slater squatted low and wrapped his long arms around his opponent’s torso. With a sustained grunt, he stood up straight, lifting Paolo into a crushing bearhug. The Brazilian gasped as the air was pressed out of his lungs. The black superhunk squeezed, gritting his teeth and growling. Paolo’s arms dangled limply at his side as he hung in his opponent’s crushing embrace.

“Do you think you’ll be ready to give it up if I break a rib or two?” Slater asked threateningly. He hoisted Paolo higher in his bearhug, grinding his clasped fists into the Brazilian’s lower back. His pornstar cock extended impressively between his opponent’s slack thighs. Paolo cried out. His head hung backward as his jaw gaped open.

“It’s all up to you, baby,” Slater muttered. “Anytime you want the pain to stop, just say so.” The ref circled behind Slater to watch the Brazilian’s face for any signal of submission.

Paolo’s eyes remained closed as he snapped defiantly, “Never!”

Slater’s mouth twisted into a cruel laugh. “We’ll just see about that, baby.” With his opponent still trapped in his embrace, the black stud suddenly sprinted toward his own corner. Reuben hopped off the turnbuckle and lifted his hands to show the ref that he wasn’t interfering with the action as Slater slammed Paolo into the top turnbuckle. He let go and stepped back, watching as his opponent slid weakly down, coming to a halt sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. Paolo clutched his ribcage and choked, gasping for air.

Slater cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Oh no, this is all wrong,” he said playfully. He stepped forward and squatted in front of his opponent. Reaching down between Paolo’s spread-eagled thighs, he grabbed the pouch of the Brazilian’s thong still hooked underneath his balls. With a quick jerk, he ripped the thong off.

“That just didn’t look right,” Slater mused, taking a deep sniff of the sweat soaked fabric. The smirk on his face faded as he angrily shoved the swatch of fabric and elastic into his opponent’s gaping mouth. “Taste that, baby?” he asked. “That’s the taste of fear. That’s the taste of defeat!” Paolo choked and gagged, finally spitting out his trunks. The ref bounced on the balls of his feet directly behind Slater to monitor the situation.

Slater slowly stood, grabbing Paolo’s right wrist and dragging the battered porn legend to his feet. Suddenly, the young phenom twisted his torso and lunged backward, flinging Paolo out of the corner and sending the Brazilian struggling to stay on his feet, sprinting across the ring. The ref dove out of the way just in time. Paolo turned just as he reached his own corner, landing with a bone-crunching crash into the turnbuckle. Jonah quickly rubbed Paolo’s shoulders and sharply slapped his wrestler’s cheeks to rouse him. The cornerman quickly backed away as Slater sprinted after his opponent. Lifting his elbow and pointing it his opponent’s throat, the black superhunk turned and leapt backward the last two steps.

Paolo suddenly twisted out of the corner, leaving his opponent to crash awkwardly into the turnbuckle and bounce backward, falling on his ass and sliding a couple of feet into the ring. The Brazilian fell back into his corner as Jonah quickly slapped his face again, frantically shouting encouragement into his ear.

Slater was stunned but barely winded. With fury, he climbed back to his feet, took two steps backward, and then charged into the corner again. This time he lunged low, aiming his shoulder into his opponent’s lower abdomen. In the last split second before impact, Paolo lifted his left knee. The black powerhouse crashed face first into the knee and then bounced backward again, landing on his ass. His nose was now bent to the right halfway up. Dark red blood poured from his right nostril.

Slater blacked out for a moment, still sitting up and leaning on his arms positioned behind him. Reuben screamed from the corner in a panic, but the young superstar couldn’t make out the words as his vision faded in and out. As he slipped back into consciousness, Slater didn’t know how much time had passed. He didn’t know where in the ring he was, or where his opponent was. But he knew that he was suddenly and unexpectedly in trouble.

The black superhunk’s slack grasp on consciousness lasted only about 10 seconds, but it was sufficient for a seasoned veteran like Paolo Villa to rally. Jonah barked instructions at him, slapping him in the face and upper back furiously to startle him back to clarity. Just as Slater’s vision was coming into focus again, Paolo dove on top of him, throwing him to his back. He drove two quick jabs into the stunned hunk’s already cracked nose, making the young black stud scream. Grabbing his long braids just above each temple, Paolo lifted his opponent’s head off the mat and then drove it back down, slamming the back of Slater’s head into the canvas. Again, he lifted it and slammed it down. Over and over, to a count of 10, he pounded the back of the black superhunk’s head into the mat, making Slater’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

Exhausted, but knowing full well not to pause for a moment, Paolo climbed to his feet. Grabbing hold of the shiny gold trunks around his opponent’s waist, he yanked them violently down Slater’s legs. Diving back on top of his opponent, he stretched the trunks around his opponent’s head, positioning the crotch squarely across Slater’s mouth. “I’m going to shut you up one way or another!” he shouted furiously into his face.

Paolo’s strength was returning in perfect proportion to his opponent’s fading consciousness. The Brazilian climbed to his feet and grabbed hold of the ponytail of braids hanging from his opponent’s head. Pulling so hard it made Slater cry from beneath the trunks stretched across his mouth, Paolo dragged the punch-drunk superhunk tottering and stumbling to his feet. Whipping him across the ring and into the ropes, Paolo lifted his knee and drove it hard into Slater’s lower abdomen as he came stumbling back to the center of the ring. Slater dropped like a sack of potatoes, clutching his gut as he fell to his knees and face, his muscled ass pointed at the ceiling.

Paolo indulged in just a couple of seconds to catch his breath before prying his opponent back off the mat by his ponytail again. He flung him into the ropes once again and again pounded his knee into Slater’s chiseled lower abdomen. The black superhunk dropped to his knees and face. His trunks still stretched like a mask across his mouth, and his massive black glutes pointed toward the ceiling vulnerably, once again.

“Get up! Get up!” Reuben screamed from his corner frantically, but his wrestler was barely able to open his eyelids, much less pull himself off the mat. The ref slid to his hands and knees in front of Slater, examining the wasted black stud carefully.

“Do you submit?!” the ref shouted. No response.

Paolo closed the distance between them. Standing directly behind his opponent, he grabbed the ponytail once again and pried Slater’s head off the mat. “Your fuck buddy wants you to get up,” Paolo snarled. “So let’s get you up!” Holding him by the hair, he circled around to stand in between Slater and the ref. Squatting low, Paolo hooked his right arm between his opponent’s legs while still holding him up by his hair with his left hand.

The crowd normally remained silent in order to hear what was happening in the ring, but an involuntary, collective gasp came from them as they watched Paolo squat low and heave the 235 pound beast up into his arms. He strained just a little to straighten his powerful legs, but he managed it. With his naked opponent cradled in his arms, Paolo turned and faced Reuben. With a sneer, he abruptly dropped his right knee to the mat, sending Slater’s lower back crashing down across his outstretched thigh.

Slater cried out in agony as he was folded backward across his opponent’s leg. Paolo pushed his opponent’s chin backward while balancing him across his thigh. With his free hand, he grabbed hold of the black stud’s massive balls and squeezed.

Slater’s cry rose an octave and became a screaming sob. “What was that you said?” Paolo asked rhetorically. “We have to milk the fight out of you?” He flexed his fist and twisted, crushing his opponent’s testicles in his merciless grip. The ref knelt next to Slater’s head, listening for any sign of submission.

The black superhunk screamed in agony but showed no signs of being ready to concede. Paolo punished him for nearly two minutes as the black stud squirmed on his leg. Finally, the Brazilian legend released his ball claw. Slater gasped and sobbed in agonized relief. Paolo gently stroked the palm of his hand across the damp, rippled abdomen of his opponent before slowly wrapping his palm around his opponent’s truly astonishing cock. It was limp again, but still stretched nearly seven inches. Paolo toyed with it, shaking it from the base as the end of Slater’s cock flopped from side to side in the palm of his opponent’s hand.

Suddenly, Paolo stood up, allowing Slater to roll off his leg and drop limply to the canvas. He glanced at Jonah briefly, but they exchanged no words. Just as Slater was beginning to pull his knees up to his chest defensively, Paolo grabbed his ponytail again and pried his upper body off the mat. He positioned Slater’s limp, right arm behind him and hooked the black superhunk’s neck with his left hand. Stepping his left foot in front of Slater’s left leg, Paolo lifted his opponent upward. Before Slater realized what was happening, the Brazilian reached down and grabbed his opponent’s right shin with his right hand and pried open Slater’s legs, lifting his right foot off the mat entirely and twisting the hard hunk’s armored core.

Slater gasped in agony. His 7 inch cock swung like a pendulum as he hung captured, spread eagled in Paolo’s control. He was running on empty, with nothing left but to scream.

“NO!” Reuben pounded his fists furiously into the top turnbuckle.

Slater screamed louder, his eyes shut tightly and his face screwed into a grimace.

“Don’t you do this!” Reuben screamed at his wrestler. “Don’t you do this TO ME!!!”

Slater’s scream sputtered and choked, becoming a low sob as he felt his crotch being ripped apart. The ref knelt directly in front of him, tilting his head to the side and watching the tears pouring from Slater’s closed eyes.

“Submit to me!” Paolo barked. Slater sobbed silently, biting his lower lip. Paolo shook him, making something in his opponent’s groin snap. “Submit to me now!” Paolo repeated.

The crowd leaned closer, listening along with the referee. “I give…” Slater finally muttered in a barely audible whisper.

“FUCK NO!!!” Rueben pounded his fists into the turnbuckle and shut his eyes in despair.

The ref signaled for the bell, which rang in victory as Paolo flung his opponent to the mat. He stumbled backward a step in exhaustion, but gained his footing as Jonah dove through the ropes into the ring and came to his side. As the ref pumped Paolo’s right arm into the air, Jonah did the same to Paolo’s left arm as the crowd erupted into a roar of approval for the naked gladiator standing over top of his vanquished challenger.

The ref and Jonah turned Paolo around to each side of the ring, signaling to the stomping, cheering crowd all around them the Brazilian’s victory. The crowd was still raging as the ref leaned in close to shout to Paolo over the din. “He’s all yours, buddy!”

As the ref slipped through the ropes and jumped from the ring apron, the crowd quickly quieted back down and returned to their seats. Jonah strode to their corner and removed his tuxedo jacket, hanging it across ring post. As he returned to his wrestler’s side, he tugged loose his bow tie and unbuttoned the top of his crisp white shirt.

Paolo’s chest continued to heave as he struggled to catch his breath. His hands were perched at his hips as he leaned forward slightly, the sweat streaming from his brow. Jonah stroked his wrestler’s broad, strong back gently as he recovered from his exertions. Finally, Paolo stood up straight and sighed. He reached his heavily muscled left arm around Jonah’s shoulder as his benefactor hooked his right arm around his wrestler’s narrow waist, resting his arm across the shelf of Paolo’s bubble butt.

The two stared briefly at Slater, lying motionless on his side. Jonah looked over his shoulder and turned Paolo to face Reuben, still perched despondently in the corner.

“Sooner or later,” Jonah said to him, “everybody loses.” A chuckle erupted from the crowd. “I’ll give it to you, though. You’re boy was well-trained.” Jonah reached up with his left hand, pulling Paolo’s face downward and locking his lips hungrily across the Brazilian’s full, damp mouth. Reuben watched with a resigned sneer as they kissed passionately.

Finally pulling their mouths apart, Jonah and Paolo both looked at the rival cornerman. “Turns out, mine is just better,” Jonah concluded with a smirk.

“Fuck you!” Reuben snapped angrily.

Jonah stroked Paolo’s sweaty ass absent-mindedly as he looked at Reuben. “I’ll tell you what,” Jonah replied. “If you want to come inside the ring and give up your ass, we’ll go easy on your stallion here.”

Reuben’s face flushed dark red. Slater’s eyes blinked open and he pulled himself up to his elbow to look over his shoulder at his benefactor. The three men in the ring watched Reuben silently considering his options, his mind churning almost visibly as he continued to blush. “Forget it,” he said and spat on the ring apron. “You aren’t going to touch me, fuckers!”

Jonah began unclasping the links from the front of his dress shirt, revealing his lean, slender ebony torso underneath. “It was just a thought,” Jonah shrugged. “Get him to his feet,” Jonah ordered Paolo.

Paolo bent forward and grabbed Slater’s ponytail and pried him off the mat once again. His golden trunks, still stretched across his mouth, were stained dark red from the copious blood that had poured down from his cracked nose. Slater didn’t protest. This was the sport. You lose, you get fucked.

As Jonah peeled his shirt off and tossed it into their corner, he ordered Paolo to remove the trunks and free Slater’s braids from the rubber band. When the blood soaked trunks were peeled off, the beaten black superhunk spat and coughed briefly. “You got lucky,” he snarled at Paolo, who still held him by a handful of braids.

Paolo glanced at his own cock, which immediately began to bob up and down, quickly swelling with excitement. “Your turn to get lucky now,” Paolo smiled malevolently.

“On his knees!” Jonah barked at Paolo. Paolo jabbed his right heel into the back of Slater’s right knee. The black stud dropped with a crash onto his knees. Jonah unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling free his dark brown, 5 inch cock. “So what do you think of your cornerman now, Slater?” Jonah asked shoving his cock into the kneeling muscleman’s face. Slater remained silent. “Taste your first taste of defeat, loser!”

Slater’s upper lip curled for a moment, but he obediently opened his mouth and began sucking on Jonah’s cock. Jonah bit his lower lip and looked down at him. Even with his cracked nose swollen and still oozing blood, the ripped, massive hunk was stunningly gorgeous. Jonah thrust his hips forward and backward as Paolo shoved Slater’s head forward and backward in time. Jonah’s swelling cock filled the porn star’s mouth quickly.

“All that muscle,” Jonah mused. “All that attitude.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Slater’s tongue massaging his cock. “And you still lost.”

Jonah opened his eyes and pulled his cock out of the defeated man’s mouth. “Why do you think that is?” Jonah asked. “You’re probably stronger than Paolo. You might even be a better fighter. So why did you lose?”

Jonah nodded to Paolo to drag Slater to his feet. Paolo obeyed, and he and his benefactor directed the beaten porn star back into the ring ropes. Paolo pulled the middle rope up and over Slater’s outstretched arms, locking them in place as the Brazilian stepped out onto the ring apron directly behind him.

Jonah stroked Slater’s powerful torso. He squeezed the wrestler’s huge pecs possessively, leaning his face in briefly to lap his tongue at one of the taut, brown nipples. “Why did you lose?” Jonah asked, stepping back.

“He got lucky!” Slater snarled.

“No!” Jonah snapped angrily. “That’s not it at all!” He nodded to Paolo, who then bent the captured hunk’s neck backward and straddled Slater’s face. The black stud’s face was shoved up, deeply wedged up Paolo’s stunningly gorgeous ass.

Jonah grabbed hold of Slater’s cock in both hands and began stroking its long length. The stunning member slowly began to swell back to life again, growing once again to its legendary 9 inches. Slater’s hips pivoted forward as his groans of pleasure where muffled beneath Paolo’s ass.

Jonah dropped to his knees between Slater’s open legs. He continued to stroke the beautiful, brown cock for a while longer before leaning in and sliding the head into his mouth hungrily. Slater’s hands grasped the ropes tightly as his muffled groans grew lower. Paolo reached across the ropes and slid the palm of his hand across his opponent’s sweaty chest.

Jonah sucked on the last 5 inches of the defeated man’s cock for several minutes, feeling the porn star’s head pulsing in the back of his throat. When he tasted pre-cum, Jonah leaned back, pulling the mammoth member from his mouth.

“What did he say in the match, Paolo?” Jonah asked, stroking the cock in both hands again.

“He wouldn’t shut up,” Paolo answered wryly. “Which do you mean?”

“He said he had to milk the submission out of you, didn’t he?” Jonah asked.

“He said he would milk the fight right out of me.”

“Mmmm…” Jonah murmured, squeezing the head of Slater’s cock tightly. The black superhunk grunted in pain. “What a provocative image!”

Jonah climbed to his feet and released the massive cock, which bounced and dangled heavily from Slater’s crotch. “To the corner,” Jonah barked. Paolo immediately climbed off Slater’s face, who quickly gasped in a lungful of air. The Brazilian released the top rope, still holding onto the long braids as he climbed back in the ring. Dragging his sluggish, resentful opponent across the ring, he shoved him back-first into the red corner. Slater grunted as his back crashed into the turnbuckle. He grasped the top ring ropes in his hands, his jaw clenched defiantly as he awaited whatever the sadistic victors had in mind.

“His legs on the ropes,” Jonah muttered to Paolo. Paolo grabbed Slater’s left leg as Jonah snagged his right leg. Simultaneously, they pried the stud’s feet off the mat and hooked his knees across the middle ring ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. Slater held onto the top rope, but he sunk a few inches with his legs suspended. His cock dangled like a grandfather clock between his spread-eagled legs.

“Milk the fight out of him,” Jonah ordered.

Paolo dropped to his knees in front of Slater and grabbed the massive hose hanging in front of him. Hand over hand, he began massaging the length of it. Slater gasped, his jaw dropping open silently as his cock pulsed in his conqueror’s hands. He looked down at Paolo’s massive body kneeling in front of him, stimulating him. Jonah grabbed his chin and jerked it to the side to look him in the eye.

“You didn’t lose because Paolo was lucky!” Jonah shouted in his face. More pre-cum came oozing out the end of Slater’s cock as Paolo continued milking it. “You lost because you thought you deserved to win!” Jonah shouted angrily. “You lost because you thought you were entitled to win!” Paolo began pumping harder and faster as he felt Slater’s cock stiffen suddenly. “You lost because you believed the hype that said you were unstoppable!” Jonah shouted, holding Slater’s chin as the hunk’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Paolo paused just a moment, making Slater groan in anticipation, and then squeezed again on the massive meat. “You lost because you didn’t want it, you just thought you deserved it!” Jonah screamed, spit flying into Slater’s mashed up face.

Slater groaned as if in pain, and 2 seconds later a jet of cum came streaming out of his cock and shooting straight down to the canvas. Paolo continued to milk the stimulated organ hard, and another jet of milky cum splattered to the canvas below. Another several seconds of squeezing vigorously inspired another eruption of thick white fluid splashing to the floor. Slater’s chest heaved and quivered as Paolo continued pumping the palms of his hands down the long length of his captured cock, and finally a fourth, more modest shot of cum came dribbling out.

“Looks like I’ve just about milked the fight right out of him,” Paolo chuckled.

He released Slater’s cock and then slapped it with his right hand. Slater’s body convulsed in a spasm of shock that made Jonah laugh. “Take him into the center of the ring,” Jonah ordered.

Paolo unhooked Slater’s legs from the ropes and dragged the exhausted and spent porn star on his hand and knees into the middle of the ring. Jonah slid his trousers off and tossed them aside. He lay down on his back and stroked his own cock to life. Jonah stared lustfully at Paolo. “Flex for me,” he muttered eagerly.

The Brazilian legend flung Slater to the mat and turned to face his benefactor squarely. He knew what Jonah liked. He stroked his own massive cock erect for several seconds, the powerful organ swelling to its full eight inches and growing bigger around than Paolo’s fingers could reach. Once fully erect, he lifted his arms to his sides and flexed a double bicep pose. Jonah groaned with pleasure, his cock growing stiffer by the second. Paolo turned his back to him and placed his fists on top of his hips. He spread his massively thick lat muscles wide, displaying the stunning v-shape of this sculpted back, and then squeezed his famous glutes hard. Jonah gasped as he watched. Finally, Paolo turned slowly to face his benefactor once more. His massive cock pointed directly at Jonah’s face as the huge porn star stood at his feet. Grabbing his left wrist in his right hand, he flexed his shoulders and pecs, slowly turning side to side to display his stunning size and vascularity. Paolo’s face flushed red with the effort. Jonah groaned.

Dropping his hands to his sides, Paolo shook the slabs of muscle in his arms loosely. He looked down at Jonah, who continued to stare lustfully at him. Paolo smiled, his dimples framing his stunningly handsome face. Jonah groaned louder.

“Let’s do this!” Jonah commanded. Paolo immediately grabbed Slater by the braids again and directed him, crawling, on top of Jonah. Obediently, Slater positioned his hips on top of Jonah’s. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the billionaire’s erection in his right hand and positioned the head of the cock against his asshole. Slater teased himself with Jonah’s cock for a few seconds, sliding the cock spiraling over his hole. Then, like the pro he was, he slid Jonah’s cock inside of him and sat down on the slender man’s hips.

Slater pivoted his hips, grinding slowly in a circle with Jonah’s cock inside of him. Jonah groaned in time to the massive hunk’s gyrations. The two fucked for several minutes as Paolo watched on, stroking his cock and keeping it massive and hard.

“Now!” Jonah muttered, his eyes closed. Paolo immediately knelt down, straddling Jonah’s legs. He shoved Slater’s neck forward, forcing the black porn star to stretch out over top of Jonah, with the billionaire’s cock still thrusting inside him. Paolo positioned the huge head of his own cock at the back of Slater’s asshole. The black stud gasped, startled, as he felt his conqueror’s huge cock squeeze inside, competing for space with Jonah’s.

Slater cried out in pain as Paolo thrust his cock squeezing tightly against Jonah’s and stretching his rectum farther than it had ever had to stretch before. Paolo thrust his hips forward, and Slater’s gasp of pain was repeated with more than a note of ecstatic pleasure as Paolo’s huge cock thrust deep inside him. Paolo rested the palms of his hands around Slater’s narrow waist, pulling and pushing the loser’s hips in time with Paolo and Jonah’s synchronized thrusts.

Slater gasped as he felt Jonah cum inside him, followed quickly by Paolo. The three men’s bodies dripped with the smell of sweat and cum as Paolo’s hips slapped loudly against Slater’s muscled ass. Finally, exhausted and spent, Paolo pulled out. Slater pulled himself off of Jonah and fell to his side next to the billionaire.

“Fuck yes!” Jonah pounded the mat. “That was perfect!”

Paolo flashed his stunning dimples at his benefactor. “Now make him worship you, Paolo. Make him worship you like the god you are!”

Paolo licked his lips and winked at Jonah. He climbed off of his benefactor and crawled on his knees to kneel next to Slater. “Get up,” he commanded deeply. Slater didn’t respond. “Get up!” he repeated threateningly. Slater pulled himself up to one elbow.

“Look at me,” Paolo commanded. “Look at the body that destroyed you.” He flexed a most-muscular pose. “All that talk earlier,” Paolo chided. “What do you think of me now?”

Slater licked his lips and reached his right hand up to stroke Paolo’s mountainous chest. “What do you think now?” Paolo repeated, flexing his right bicep in front of Slater’s face. Slater cupped his right hand across the massive peak.

“I think…” Slater muttered, “I think maybe I was wrong.” He sat up and licked his tongue across the huge bulge of Paolo’s sculpted upper arm. Paolo pulled Slater’s face into the deep crevice between his pecs, feeling the beaten stud lick hungrily. Paolo lifted his arms and flexed a double bicep, allowing Slater’s tongue to roam across his body. The black stud sucked Paolo’s right nipple while playfully pinching the other with his left hand. Slater’s hands squeezed Paolo’s biceps as he lapped his tongue down his conqueror’s rippled abdomen. His fingertips slid down Paolo’s arms, down his sides, and then reached around his narrow waist to squeeze the Brazilian’s legendary ass.

Paolo grabbed a handful of Slater’s braids and pried his hungry face away from his cock. “What were you wrong about?” he demanded seriously.

Slater’s eyes fluttered, his dark face flushed a shade redder. “I always thought… I though… the climax of my career would be to fuck you,” he stammered, suddenly embarrassed.

“But now?” Paolo demanded, glaring down at him.

“Now,” Slater swallowed hard, “I think this… this is what I really wanted all along.” Paolo flashed his bright white smile and charming dimples, bringing a tear to Slater’s eyes. The Brazilian climbed to his feet and turned his back on him. Flashing another stunning lat spread, Paolo flexed his glutes. As if commanded, Slater plunged his face into Paolo’s ass, squeezing his tongue between the powerful, perfect cheeks. Paolo unclenched his glutes and allowed Slater to bury his face in them. He bent forward slightly as Slater’s tongue squeezed closer and closer to his asshole. Paolo groaned with pleasure as he felt his worshiper’s tongue teasing him, lapping playfully.

After a few minutes of ass play, Slater withdrew his mouth from Paolo’s legendary ass and sat back on his heels, staring up at the stunning physique flexing in front of him.

“Quite delightful,” Jonah’s voice seemed to jar the two porn stars into self-consciousness. Jonah was on his side, his head resting in the palm of his right hand as he’d watched the body worship. “That was beautiful boys,” he said. “Don’t you think so, Reuben?”

Reuben sat atop the turnbuckle with his arms folded across his chest. He didn’t reply.

Jonah climbed to his feet as his stallion turned around. “Anything else you’d like, Paolo?”

Paolo looked down at Slater, kneeling in front of him with an expectant look on his face. “Just one more thing,” Paolo said, his dimples deepening as his smile widened. “Come here,” he ordered Slater.

Slater climbed to his feet, exhausted but eager. Paolo walked slowly around him, studying the muscle man’s towering physique. After completing a full circuit, Paolo licked his lips and continued circling. Slater’s chest pumped faster in anticipation.

From behind, Paolo suddenly shoved his right arm between the black stud’s legs. Lunging low, he grabbed Slater’s throat with his left hand and hoisted the unsuspecting porn star onto his shoulders. Slater gasped as Paolo clutched his testicles in his right hand and pulled downward. The Brazilian strode around the perimeter of the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet and making the black stud whimper in pain. He strode past Jonah, who just smiled proudly at him. As he circled in front of the blue corner, Paolo came to a halt, standing squarely in front of Reuben with the producer’s #1 stallion crying in agony across his shoulders, begging for mercy. Paolo stared fiercely into the producer’s eyes until Reuben’s gaze darted down to his feet.

Paolo dropped his arms and released his hold. Slater rolled off his shoulders and fell with a loud bang onto the mat. “That’s all I need,” he said, turning around and stepping over his opponent’s body. He walked across the ring to assist Jonah in retrieving his clothes.

As Paolo slipped through the ropes and the two men hopped down off the ring apron, Reuben leapt off the turnbuckle and knelt next to Slater. The beaten superhunk shoved him away as he tried to assist him up.

Brad Ender was waiting in the locker room with his camera crew as Paolo and Jonah came through the door, hand-in-hand.

“Gentlemen!” Brad greeted them brightly. “That was an astonishing victory, Paolo!”

Jonah grabbed the microphone and barked, “Fuck you, asshole! The smart money was always on my boy!”

Brad smiled and continued quickly, “Clearly Paolo was the better man! Absolutely. That submission was a work of art, Paolo. We haven’t seen that finisher before from you, have we?”

Paolo smiled proudly. “No, Brad. That’s a new addition to my arsenal of holds. You’re never too old to learn new things.”

Brad chuckled appreciatively. “Well you certainly brought a giant of a man crumbling to his knees! And that bonus round was amazing! I think that was the first double penetration for Slater. How was it for you?”

Paolo shrugged. “He probably enjoyed it a little too much for my tastes,” he replied. “And if that was the first double penetration that asshole has ever had, I’m a monkey’s uncle.”

“What about…” Brad started to ask a follow up question when Jonah interrupted.

“That’s enough!” Jonah announced. “We’re going to hit the showers now and celebrate our victory.” They walked away leaving Brad’s mouth hanging open.

“Well, gentlemen,” Brad spoke into the camera, “Paolo Villa once again defies the odds makers with a come from behind-” Brad winked, “-victory against potentially his most formidable foe to date. Paolo may have his critics, but he’s proven once again that whatever you might have to say about him, he remains… the Cock of the Walk!”