CLAW 15: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 2 of 5)

 

If you read Part 1 (CLAW 14), you can read more about Yusuf & Abdi in Route 69 S104: Dallas TX.

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX. 

ROOM 129.

 “Crawl, boy.”

Hi, I’m Taylor. That was an order to me. I obediently reply, “Yes, Sir.”

I crawl into the bedroom of our one-bedroom suite, an upgrade my friend and tag team partner Christian somehow flirted out of the short but muscular front desk clerk. Manipulating hot guys for free stuff is my thing, so I was proud of my buddy for going with it and getting the sexy dude to move us. With any luck, Christian will get to fuck the hunky clerk’s mountainous ass. I pushed him to go for it the whole walk to our room.

I’ve got my ass up and head bowed as I move behind Yusuf, the 6’5”, 250-lbs middle eastern hotel maintenance man. I hope he’s enjoying the show. Christian’s mostly a top, but I’m almost exclusively a bottom. I have no problem playing the submissive, especially when it means getting plowed by a stud like the handsome, hunky, olive-skinned giant bossing me around.

Yusuf arrived for a couple of issues. The toilet wouldn’t refill. The sofa bed wouldn’t open. I was lusting for him immediately in his tight green tee and tight white pants. I could see he was going commando, the outline of his huge dick clear as day. I love a muscular man in a tool belt and his was perfect. It hung low, the pouches framing his bulge, drawing my eyes to it.

The fixes were stupidly simple. I’m not ‘handy’ like that. He suggested that I staged them to lure him to our room. I did not. Luckily, he wasn’t offended. He knows he’s a fucking god. His arrogance led to this. Me naked. Him naked except for the tool belt. Christian naked and showering in the bathroom. Yusuf has the biggest cock I’ve seen live, and I’ve seen a lot. It’s long, thick, brown, and delicious. I want it so bad my ass is tingling with anticipation.

The other thing that led to this moment of me crawling like a dog to get my hole wrecked is him seeing our tag team belts laid out on the desk. My buddy and I are the East Texas Pro Wrestling tag team champions. We’re here for a gay-themed pro wrestling weekend, taking over the hotel until Monday, putting on three shows. Two tomorrow and one on Sunday. As newbies from a small fed, we’re defending our belts in the early show tomorrow and participating in a battle royal on Sunday. Still, it’s a big opportunity for us to be seen.

At first, the giant was confused. We’re two small men in our late 20’s, not exactly like the roid-filled musclemen on TV. He doesn’t know that independent wrestling works differently. We’ll never make the big leagues with the big boys, but at ETPW, we’ve cheated our way to belts as the Heavenly Bros, a sexy heel team. Our gear, merch and skill game are tight. Christian is the sexy brains 5’10”/160-lbs and I’m the sexy beef at 5’8”/150.

Point is, Yusuf hasn’t stopped trash talking us about getting tag champs on our knees. We did go down easily for him. I’m always horny. A slut, really. I’m always ready and planned to get fucked all weekend. Yusuf was so hot and came in so confidently that even Christian, who’s more conservative couldn’t resist once I had the big man’s monster dick out and in my hand.

Yusuf tosses our tag team belts onto the bed, strips off his tool belt, and slides onto the bed. He gets comfortable and sits back like the king he is. He says, “Show me your tag champ look, boy. I wanna see.”

“Yes, Sir!”

I rise up and open our gear suitcase. I turn, “These are my white pro wrestling boots.”

“Put them on.” Oh fuck, the giant is idly rubbing his cock. He’s really getting into this. I slide the boots on, slowly lacing them up. I stand up and put my hands on my hips. He grins, “Pretty. They’re so shiny. Like some kind of go-go boots from the 60’s. What’s next?”

I pull out my trunks for tomorrow. White with gold waistband and leg trim. They have ‘ROMEO’ in white letters on the waist. I turn them to show a golden ring lower on my butt. He laughs, “What the fuck? You put a fucking target on your ass, boy?”

“It’s a halo. Heavenly Bros.”

“It’s a big circle that lines up with your hole. Don’t act like you don’t see it.” I smirk and shrug. I move to put them on, but he stops me, “Don’t bother with those. Is that it? Trunks and boots?”

I set them aside, “Oh no, lots more.” I pull out gold bicep bands. He orders them on. Same with my white pleather forearm gauntlets. And my gold spandex headband. When I pull out the long sheer white robe, his eyes go wide. I show him the back with our team’s name and a halo in gold. I tell him, “I designed all these looks for us for this weekend. Christian has this good hoodie. We'll be in coordinating gear, natch.”

"You designed all this? Sweet, Maybe I'll get you to design something for me."

I smile, "You planning on becoming a wrestler?"

"I'm about to be half the East Texas tag champs, boy."

I laugh, "Which half?"

Yusuf strokes his monster cock, "The top, of course."

I moan. "Fuck, You trying to split me and Christian up?"

"Only thing I'm splitting is you. In two." The big man waves his finger, "Gimme a spin, boy."

I do a dramatic twirl, stopping with my butt at him. I hold the robe aside and look back over my shoulder coyly.

“Fuck, you love attention, don’t you, boy?”

I turn to face him, “This is a big opportunity for us. We have to make a splash. Pictures. Moves. Performance. We’re going all out. Get social media talking. It won’t be easy, there are real stars on the card, but we’re going to do our best to be seen and remembered. Like the opening act that impresses everyone and steals the show.”

Yusuf pushes his dick at me, “You can start with me. Get ready to ride my dick, wrestler boy. We’ll both remember this.”

I eagerly grab some lube. The big man says, “Don’t forget the belt.” I secure the thick leather strap around my waist. I crawl across the bed in my gear, just without my trunks. I push the robe to the side as I lift my naked butt up. I go down on his cock, easing it into my mouth. I take just the fat head. The big man grunts. I hope Christian takes his time cleaning up. I like having this sexy giant all to myself. I start slow, savoring him.

As I suck, my hands wander. I gradually go deeper. Yusuf is moaning and letting me feel all over him. He says, “Damn, boy. That’s it. Worship me. Fuck, yeah. The current champ servicing the future champ. Like it should be.” I groan agreement, playing into his fantasy of owning a pro wrestling champ. I take him monster cock deeper, getting his head at the back of my throat. I grip the base tightly.

“OH FUCK! You are good. Man, you know how to handle a python, don’t you?” I nod my head as I deep throat him. “That how you got your belt? Yeah, I bet you’re a cocksucking champ.” Yusuf holds my head and lifts his hips, driving into me. I finally gag. He lowers his hips but keeps pounding my mouth. I grip the bed for support as he mercilessly face fucks me.

When he lifts my head, I have tears in my eyes. He wipes one away with his thumb and licks it off. With a smirk, the big man lifts his arms and flexes, “Too much man for you, boy? You wanna give up?” I shake my head. “Good boy. Get on me.” I squirt lube on my hand. I turn and finger my hole first. He likes that, “Look at the boy-champ. Opening himself up for a real stud.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fuck, yeah. Gimme some of that lube.” I too it back to Yusuf. I watch him lube one middle finger. He brings it to my hole. I start to pull my hand away, but the big man grabs my wrist and pulls my arm back. “No, no, no. Let’s do it together, boy.” We slide our fingers in together. I moan as we do. Fuck. His finger is longer and thicker, going deeper. It feels so good.

When he’s done, I turn and lube his dick from tip to base. Yusuf is rock-hard. I take a moment to admire the monster rod, working out how I’ll take it. Only one way to find out. I rise up, standing tall over him. He just looks up, smirking the whole time. As I lower myself, I work the white robe out to the side. I reach down, find his meat and lift it off his abs, pointing it up.

I breathe in and out. Yusuf waits with his hands behind his head, elbows out. So big and sexy. I ease down. I groan on penetration, moaning how big he is. He likes that. “C’mon, boy. Prove you’re a champ of something.” I smile. I lower myself down. “Yeah, that’s a good boy.” He brings his hands down and rubs my boots. “Love this gear. Hope you get to wear it sometime.”

What? I ease my way down, not reminding him that I’m wearing it tomorrow. I’m halfway down his shaft when I start rising. He watches his cock inside me. I slide up before coming down deeper. I slowly rise again. I drop another inch. I fuck myself on his rod at a snail’s pace until it’s all the way in. I grunt and pause. Yusuf says, “Fuck. Okay, you are a champ. Look at that.”

I smile and we lock eyes. He reaches over and rubs my belt. “How’s it feel, champ?”

I manage to grunt out, “Incredible, Sir.”

“You my pro wrestling bitch?”

“Uh huh.” I start riding him. It’s not easy, but he loves it. When I pause, the gorgeous giant takes over. He starts slamming my hole, lifting his butt up. I lean forward and grab his huge shoulders for stability. I cry out as he destroys my hole. Fuck, it’s awesome. I whimper and gasp. I breathe faster. The harder he drives the higher-pitched my voice becomes.

“Submit to me, boy.”

Oh fuck, yes. “I SUBMIT, SIR!” I bow my head, struggling to stay steady. “I submit.”

“Yeah, you do. You’re all mine, boy.” Yusuf stops slamming me. He grabs my neck under my chin, his huge hand stretching from ear to ear. “Stay focused on me.” Suddenly, the bed bounces. BOOF! I can’t turn my head. “Me.” I nod. “Good boy.” The giant says, “Your buddy has joined us. And so has mine.” I’m confused. “Climb off. I wanna take you from behind.”

I nod. Yusuf lets me go. I see Christian. He’s lying on his back beside us. He looks unconscious. A new voice says, “He’s okay. I just wore him out.” Yusuf roughly manhandles me around. I see a new stud. Short. Muscular. It’s the desk clerk! The guy says, “Hey, I’m Abdi. Your buddy and I had some fun in the shower. This was just a lot for him to take.”

New guy Abdi wore Christian out!

I look at his cock. Holy fuck. It’s average length, but so thick. Thicker than the gorgeous giant’s. I get positioned on hands and knees. Yusuf grabs my hair, “Wanna see if your pretty mouth can handle that?” I nod. I don’t know if I can, but I’m so horny, I’d do whatever he says. As I really stare at Abdi’s piece, no wonder Christian is out. He’s mostly a top. That must’ve been rough for him.

Without warning, Yusuf slams his cock inside me. I cry out, even though I’m stretched. With my mouth wide open, the shorter stud takes the opportunity to drive inside me. I stay open as half off the impossibly thick dick powers between my lips. Abdi laughs, “Look at that. You got past the head, champ. Good boy.” The giant behind me starts pounding my hole again.

Abdi looks over me, “The gear is a nice touch. Belt, too. Give him a good memory of his last moments as champ.” I frown but being spit-roasted like this doesn’t exactly allow for deep contemplation. All my brain power is going to handling the biggest and thickest cocks I’ve ever taken. Yusuf’s been teasing me all along. I guess his buddy is into the fantasy, too.

The two musclemen use and abuse me. My cock is so hard. I’m loving every minute of it. Abdi pulls out. He slaps my face lightly, “You like this, boy?” I nod my agreement. I beg for more. Yusuf obliges, plowing me harder. Abdi looks underneath me, “You’re leaking like a tap, boy. I got your buddy to cum hands free. Think you can do it?” I nod. “Make him cum, Yusuf.”

The gorgeous giant starts rhythmically pounding me. Still going deeper but fucking me instead of hammering me. I whimper. The shorter stud puts his cock head back in my mouth. “How’s your tag partner’s ass taste on my dick?” I whimper. “I bred him like bitch, you know. He said he’s the top of you two. The alpha. And I destroyed his hole. What do you think of that?”

I moan. Yusuf joins in. “Look at you. In your gear. Your belt. You think a bitch like you deserves a belt like that? You already submitted to me. How’s it feel? Getting used by two real studs?”

They keep trash talking me and that’s all it takes. I cry out, my voice muffled by the bulbous head gagging my mouth. My body quakes and I erupt, giving up my load to these two hunky hotel workers. Fuck! They’ve taken down the tag champs. What a fucking scene! It’s so fucking hot. They laugh as they realize I’ve cum hands free, just like Christian, apparently.

When I’m drained, Abdi holds me up, lifting my face between his thick pecs. He wraps his arms around my head and smothers me in his chest. Yusuf warns, “I’m about to breed you, champ. Last chance to fight back.” I moan into Abdi’s powerful body. Even if I wanted to fight back, there’s no way I could. Not against these two. Sensing my latest submission, Yusuf slaps the idea of my ass.

The big muscleman lets out a cry and I feel the warmth of his cum inside me. I grip Abdi’s hips for support. Yusuf fires his seed deep into me, slowing the fuck. I breathe heavily against Abdi’s firm chest, accepting every drop the gorgeous giant can give me. Yusuf slides out and I moan at the feeling of emptiness. My hole is stretched out like it’s never been stretched before.

Abdi lets go of my head. He pulls me up and kisses me deeply. I let him own my mouth. The back of my title belt opens, and it falls from my waist. The short muscleman doesn’t release the kiss. When he does, Yusuf is there. He takes over, kissing me even better than his stocky buddy. The gorgeous giant pulls off. I stare up into his eyes, lost in his hotness.

Yusuf smiles, “You need a nap. Thanks for being so cooperative, boy. You’re a good sport.”

I smile.

Suddenly, his arms wrap around my head with a front-facing sleeper. I push against him, but he’s immovable. I struggle harder, trying to find a way to -

————— 

WAKE UP!

 “Taylor. Wake up.”

“UNH.” I shake my head and roll away from Christian. “What?”

“Wake up!”

I stir and roll back to face him. He’s sitting on the bed in his trunks and boots. I sit up fast, “Oh shit! The reception! The match! How long have I been asleep?” I rub my temples. “Why didn’t you wake me? We can’t be late. Yusuf knocked me out.”

“Abdi knocked me out, too. I just woke up and my gear was on me. They must have put my trunks and boots on me. You, too?”

I shake my head, “No.” I notice my trunks are on. “Yes.” I focus, “No, I put most of it on. Yusuf wanted to fuck me in my gear. But I wasn’t wearing my trunks.” I rub my crotch, “Fuck, I gotta take a piss.” I stand up and stumble to the bathroom. I take a long one, breathing slowly to get myself together. As I clench my ass, I feel the aftereffects of Yusuf’s dick. Fuck, that was great.

I stumble back. I stop. I look back. Where are our belts? Oh yeah. Bedroom. But I didn’t see them. I run into the bedroom. I still don’t see them. They’re gone. Christian is staring at his phone.

We both blurt out, “MOTHERFUCKER!”

In unison, we say, “THEY STOLE OUR BELTS!” We look at each other and again say in unison, “How did YOU know?”

I wave my hand around room, “Duh, I don't see them.”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Christian turns his phone to me, “Read the thread.”

I look at his Blue Moon page. He’s read it, so I have to scroll in reverse.

It’s a reply from @TRAProWrestling. The Texas Rasslin’ Alliance. “Good to see you back in action, men. The Rustlers ain’t gonna be too happy to face you tomorrow but gonna be one helluva match.”

Next is a reply from ETPW, congratulating the new tag champs. New champs? It reads, “Congrats, boys. Welcome to @ETPWrestling. Yep, match tmrw is for our champs. Guess that’s you. Bros still AWOL. Represent us well against those assholes from @TRA!”

What?

I scroll. Pics of Yusuf and Abdi in black trunks and boots, wearing our title belts. Caption reads, “Hey @ETPWrestling, how do you like your new champs? Guess we’ll be facing the @TRAProWrestling champs tomorrow now? You ready Rustlers?”

No, no, no!

A series of replies from other ETPW wrestlers saying shit like, “Cut and run after their humiliating defeat. Figures” “Knew they were cowards. Turns out they’re idiots too.” “They challenged you? Morons” “So happy you’re back, Prince!” “Is there video? I wanna see Scimitar crush the Bros!” “Thanks for saving us from the Hellish Twinks!” Hey, I'm not a twink. More trash from posters. “Fuck them.” “Does this mean you’re facing the Rustlers tmrw?”

A post from our fed, ETPW’s official account. “Trying to get in touch with the Heavenly Bros, but no answer. Yes, we sanctioned them to put the belts up at Wrestling Pride. Dark matches count. Looks like we have new tag champs. Prince Khosrow and Scimitar. Shocking!”

The next post is a pic. Yusuf and Abdi kneeling on the bed, wearing our belts, their knees spread with our heads raised, resting on their bulges. They each have a finger on out chest as they flex their other arms. We’re knocked out, legs spread out wide, looking wrecked. Caption, “Any doubts who the champs are @ETPWrestling?”

Next is a video. We’re in the same position, but they’re standing on the bed, their black boots on our chests. Caption, “We still got it! Taught these stupid twinks a lesson. Made them both submit before we knocked them out.” I play it to hear their voices slowly counting us out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!”

I get up to the first post. It’s a pic of them from what looks like Abdi’s account. “Hosting Wrestling Pride Weekend at our hotel. Got challenged to a dark match by @ETPWrestling tag champs! Told them we’re retired from wrestling, but they demanded a match. Even put their belts on the line. Looks like Prince Khosrow and my bodyguard Scimitar are back in the business. Will let u know how it goes.”

I look at Christian, “What the fuck is this? What happened?”

“We got fucking conned is what happened.”

It all hits me at once. I start freaking out, “THEY CAN’T DO THIS!!! WE NEVER CHALLENGED THEM!!! OH MY GOD!!! THIS WAS OUR BIG SHOT AND NOW WE’LL BE KNOWN AS THE IDIOTS WHO LOST OUR BELTS IN A DARK HOTEL MATCH BEFORE THE SHOW!!! THESE PICS ARE HUMILIATING! WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE -”

Christian slaps me across the face. SMACK!

I settle down. Yes, I’m the dramatic, hysterical one. He’s the calm one, which is pissing me off right now. I ask, “DON'T YOU FUCKING CARE? We’ve lost EVERYTHING! What are we gonna do?”

“We’re gonna clean up. Get into some hot, fresh gear. Grab our merch. Go to the reception like none of this ever happened. We’re gonna march up to them, demand our belts and our match back.” I roll my eyes. Christian puts up his hand, “And when they say ‘no’, we’re gonna handle it.”

I roll my eyes, “How? They’re huge and they'll be ready for us. What makes you think we can win a rematch?”

Christian grins, “Who said anything about a rematch?”

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