THE NEW WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION CHAPTER 4 “Gentlemen wel..

THE NEW WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION CHAPTER 4 “Gentlemen welcome back to the second episode of the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation’s winner take all competition.” Rob Terry and Chris Masters paced back and forth backstage as they waited for the MC to announce them. Both wrestling superstars were hesitant at first to agree to perform for the new upstart wrestling federation. However their agents told them that the owners were willing to give each of them a $5 million signing bonus, which sweetened the deal for both men. Their agents pointed out the recent success of break away wrestling groups such as AEW. Also, with Rob being over 40 years old, although he was in great shape with 300lbs of chisel muscles, and Chris, at a sculpted 265lbs, and approaching 40, their years were numbered. The new federation will be their big comeback. Both men had additional hesitation when they were requested to make their premier as tag team partners. Neither man was that well acquitted with each other. Before going on stage their agents approached them and offered them a shot that they both believed was steroids. Both muscular pro-wrestler were used to taking steroids to advance their wrestling career. Neither had any problems bending over and pulling down their wrestling briefs to reveal their smooth muscular ass cheeks. However, as they stood waiting for the MC to announce them they started to feel the effects. They had no idea that they were injected with pure Alpha-B right into their system. The 6’5 bodybuilder, “Welsh warrior” felt so pumped as he paced back and forth. Rob Terry muscles and veins were bulging and shredded. Rob reached down and adjusted his cock in the Union Jack briefs. He was glad he was wearing a tiny, tight jockstrap under the wrestling briefs. He felt so jacked, pumped and horny. He had fucked his wife only a few hours ago, but he felt like he was going to burst any minute. He looked over at Chris Master. The 6’4, smug American was just as horny as Rob was. He was adjusting his large cock in the red wrestling briefs. Both men wished they had time to jerk off before going on stage. However, neither of them had anything to be embarrassed about. Finally they heard their names called. “Gentlemen, the contenders for the first championship tag team, the wonder duo Rob Terry and Chris Masters. Rob and Chris made their grand entrance to hundreds of cheering fans, fireworks, and flashing lights. They were so pumped with adrenaline from the cheers and the pure alpha-b pumping through their system. They high fives each other as they climb into the ring. They were so cocky walking around the ring with their arms up, showing off their hard muscles to each side of the arena. Rob flexed his huge muscles, showing off his bodybuilding physique, while Chris bounced his huge pecs, making them dance to the music and light show. It was then that the two wrestlers realized the audience was entirely men. Finally the MC answered their opponents, “gentlemen, their challengers for the championship, Laurel and Hardy!” The audience cheered even louder then they cheered for Rob and Chris. The two pro-wrestlers turned to look at each other in disbelief. “Like the old comedians,” Chris mouthed in confusion. On the stage emerged the two of the strangest opponents the two wrestlers ever encountered. They were the splitting image of the old comedy duo even down to their mustaches and hats. Hardy was overweight and out of shape, while Laurel was bone skinny. The two men were clowning around to the delight of the audience. “You gotta be joking,” Rob smirked as the two men practically tripped over each other and got tangled in the ropes as they got into the ring. The ref called the four men to the center of the ring, “there is only one rule in Ultimate World Wrestling, there are no rules. This is a winner takes all competition, the winners get everything including the losers’ virginity.” “What,” the two muscle bound wrestlers looked at each other. Before they could protest the ref signaled the fight to begin. Rob Terry was the first one going up against Hardy. He thought the match would be quick and easy. Rob charged toward Hardy but the fat older man stepped aside and the bodybuilding wrestler slammed against the ropes and bounced back. However, on the second attempt Rob knocked the inexperienced older man down onto the matted ring, causing the entire ring to bounce. “D’oh,” was heard from Hardy as he laid on the mat. The audience cheered. Rob then got on top of the fat man and attempted to pin him. “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into,” Hardy jokingly yelled to Laurel who was standing in their corner and merely shrugged his shoulders. Rob was waiting for the ref to count Hardy out, when suddenly the fat man grabbed Rob’s cock through the tight briefs. Rob couldn’t stop himself from letting out a loud deep moan as Hardy squeezed and rubbed his throbbing cock. His cock was so sensitive. The man’s touch was driving him wild. Right before the ref slapped the mat for the final count, Rob rounded off Hardy’s huge belly. The muscle bound wrestler was red in embarrassment as his cock was rock hard and stretching the thin fabric of the briefs. The audience was cheering and chatting, “fuck him, fuck him.” Hardy then stood up and before Rob knew it the huge fat man body slammed him. It knocked out all of the air from Rob’s muscular body. Hardy continued to lay on him, grinding his hard cock against Rob’s throbbing cock. With all of his strength, Rob pushed the fat man off him and sat up to catch his breath. His head was spinning and it was so hard to think. The Union Jack briefs were soaked with sweat and pre-cum and were virtually transparent. Rob was able to get on his hands and knees and try to crawl over to tap Chris in to replace him. However, he wasn’t able to get far. Hardy grabbed him from behind and pulled the more muscular, but useless muscle god onto his lap. Rob was unable to breathe with the fat man’s arm around his thick neck. He felt Hardy’s huge hard cock pressing against his ass and couldn’t believe how big it felt. Rob found himself rocking back and forth, rubbing the cock against his hole. “Sshhh, baby, just go to sleep,” Hardy whispered into his ear. Rob found it hard to breathe, and also found it so hard to think. Unable to resist, Rob just closed his eyes and passed out on the larger man’s lap. His huge muscles went limp. Laughing, Hardy reached under the out cold bodybuilder and pulled out his own cock. Once his cock was free he then pulled down Rob’s briefs. The audience was loving it. They were all on their feet, chanting, “fuck him, fuck him.” In the meantime, Chris Masters was trying to get Rob to tap him in. He was yelling to get Rob to reach out for him and didn’t notice Laurel sneaking around behind him. Realizing that Rob was in trouble, Chris decided to get into the ring. However, he barely got one of his thick, long legs through the ropes when Laurel grabbed his red briefs and pulled them down, exposing Chris’s smooth ass. With his meaty ass totally exposed, Chris tried to reach back to pull them up. Instead, Laurel slapped the plump right ass cheek, causing the taller man to lose his balance and get tangled in the ropes. He ended up flipping upside down in the ropes, with his booted feet and legs in the air. To the amusement of the audience, Laurel began to slap the muscular ass as if they were drums. Feeling the skinny man’s hands slapping his tight ass caused Chris to get even harder with his cock was trapped in the tight briefs. The more he struggled the more he got tangled in the tight ropes and the more aroused he became. Laurel then spread Chris’s huge legs and buried his face into the exposed muscle hole. Chris moaned loud as he was rimmed in front of thousands of spectators, in the arena and watching online. “Oh, please stop, oh man, please,” Chris husky voice pleaded. Laurel pulled his head away from the sloppy wet man pussy, “call me daddy.” “Please, daddy, please stop,” tears ran from Chris’s eyes and down his chisel masculine face. He couldn’t stop himself. He was humiliated and rock hard. “You've been a bad boy,” Laurel continued to spank the smooth cheeks until they turned red. Laurel then drove his face back into the wrestler’s hole, “mmm, that's a good pussy.” Unable to control himself, Chris shot his load right into his jockstrap. The cum ran down his chisel abs and even landed on his upside down face. From upside down, Chris saw two objects being lowered from the ceiling of the arena. The audience was excited and going wild. Chris made out the objects as a stockade and a sling. Hardy dragged the naked Rob over to the sling and with all his might, threw the muscle god into it. He then secured the pro wrestler’s huge arms and legs on to the sling. The bonds left Rob’s hole exposed. Exhausted from just coming and still unable to think because of the drug, Chris was dragged over to the stockade. “Please, daddy, no,” his mind was confused. Laurel just laughed as he pushed Chris head, arms, and legs into the stockade. His ass was pushed out and spreaded. “Please, fuck me,” Rob came too and moaned. His cock was standing straight up, throbbing and leaking. “Well, I think I will,” Hardy laughed and aimed his cock at the exposed “welsh warrior’s” pussy. The audience cheered and chanted as Hardy pushed into the tall bodybuilding wrestler. He took great pleasure as he faced Rob. He held the magnificent long legs as he slammed into the tight hole. Rob could only feel pleasure as he was fuck for the first time. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth fell open in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, harder,” Rob cried out. Laurel moved behind Chris and roughly rammed his cock into the muscular wet pussy. “Oh, oh, daddy, my pussy,” the powerful younger man cried