"Gentlemen!" Steve Steel addressed the crowd. "And you guys, too!" There were 107 men gathered around the wrestling mat in the big main room of Steel Steve's Global Health Club. Each had paid $250 to watch this event. Many had paid extra to do more than watch. The proceeds were going to a group of gay organizations.
A dozen of the spectators were totally naked. The others were dressed in Speedos, jeans, or leather gear. Lots of leather gear. That was the main vibe at the converted gym on East Riverside Drive.
Steve Steel, the gay bath's owner, walked to the center of the wrestling mat, high-fiving the guys to either side of him. He was wearing his usual black leather jockstrap, chest harness, and work boots. He was far and away the most ripped guy in the joint . . . That was saying something with all the serious beefcake that inhabited Steel Steve's.
Steve grinned and posed for the crowd, showing off his bulging chest, arms, legs, crotch, and ass. Especially his super-sculpted ass, which he exercised with a long line of pumped muscle men.
"Doms and subs!" His voice boomed off the hard walls and floor. "Pitchers and catchers! Big dogs and little puppies! Lend me your ears!"
"This is it, studs and sissies! The final event of the night!" He lowered his voice, but everyone could still hear him perfectly. "If you will . . . The Climax!"
He waited for the cheers to die down and continued at his usual stentorian volume. "Tonight! You've watched eight men enter . . . The Ring!" He gestured at the red circle in the middle of the regulation mat. "Four have claimed sweet victory. The others have been brutally butt-fucked." He paused dramatically. "You decide who the real winners are." The crowd laughed.
Steve struck another pose, thrusting his crotch forward and displaying the big bulge in his jockstrap. "Now . . ." He nodded to one of the Steel Steve's trainers, who was standing at the edge of the mat holding his phone. A drum roll began, soft but steadily increasing in volume.
"The Rumble on Riverside Drive! . . . The Battle for Steel Steve's Slut Swing! . . ." The drums fell silent after a thunderous crash. An ominous bass note sounded and lights came on at the darkened end of the room, illuminating a heavy steel frame supporting a black leather sling. "The hottest and heaviest reaming and creaming in the history of Austin, Texas . . . Starts Now!" A trumpet fanfare sounded, sending brass notes echoing through the exposed ceiling beams.
Jack was standing in the shadows beside Joe Torres. They were both naked. "Well, Dude. We're up." He put a hand on Joe's bare ass and slid a teasing finger along his butt crack.
"My cock sure is up," Joe growled. He was a tall rugged-looking Hispanic man with a hairy chest and a receding hairline, wearing a beard trimmed to the length of his buzz cut. His long thick uncut cock was rock-hard, with a broad plow-shaped head and a deep corneal ring. He stepped behind Jack and gripped his hips, then pressed his cock-head into Jack's asshole. "Soon, it's going to be up your ass."
"Don't get too . . . cocky." Jack's dick was just as hard as Joe's. He twisted out of the other man's hands and reversed their positions. "You've got to beat me first."
Joe laughed. "You fuckin' jarheads." He was ex-Navy. "Think you can do anything."
"Only because we can." Jack slapped Joe's ass. "Two falls out of three, Dude." Steve was announcing him. Music blared and the men cheered as Jack ran out into the center of the ring.
"Machos and Nellies! Kings and Queens! Give it up for our favorite newcomer." Steve turned Jack around and humped his crack through his bulging leather jockstrap. "JACK STUDD!"
Jack bent over, pulled his cheeks open, and waved his butt at the audience. "Bears and Cubs!" Steve roared. "Tops and Bottoms! You may be getting a crack at Jack's fine asshole tonight!" Jack straightened up and faced the crowd, then slipped a finger in his mouth and worked it in and out suggestively. "Or at least a blowjob." Steve pointed to a trainer standing on the sidelines. "If you haven't made your donation yet, go see Carl."
A few men drifted over to the trainer as Steve continued. "Steers and Queers! Actives and Passives! Aggie Fags and Faggy Aggies! Here's the Lifetime Champion of the Steel Steve's Fuck-Off Competition . . . The macho man of macho men . . . The Tex-Mex Panther . . . El Gato Grande! . . . Risking his virgin ass in the Slut Swing."
Joe strolled out to garish bullfighter music and mooned the men. He caught Jack's eye and whispered, "No risk man. I'm gonna beat your ass. Then fuck it."
Jack, Steve, and Joe formed a line facing the crowd with Steve in the middle. He held up Jack's and Joe's hands. "Two falls out of three. College wrestling rules. A pin is one second with both shoulders on the mat." He pointed to the trainer who'd been operating the music. "Tony will referee." He was a high school wrestling coach who'd come out after he'd retired.
"Showtime, boys!" Steve slapped Jack's and Joe's asses and walked away. The crowd moved off the mat. The lights in the room dimmed, leaving the mat brightly illuminated.
Jack and Joe faced off in the red ring in the center of the mat, crouching with their legs spread wide and their arms extended. Tony called "Round one!" and the match commenced.
Wrestling naked felt strange. The sight of Joe's swinging cock and bouncing balls was distracting as they slowly circled, lunging and feinting, trying for an advantage. Fortunately, Joe was having the same problem, looking at Jack's crotch rather than keeping an unfocused gaze on his body-ready to react to any possible move.
Joe ducked forward and caught Jack's ankle, but Jack danced away and hooked Joe's ankle, bringing him down. He was on top of Joe in a split second, trying to force his shoulders to the mat, but Joe was slick and fast and escaped easily.
Jack had known he was gay since his early teens. Wrestling, with all its super-intimate physical contact, had always been intensely sexual for him. This naked sweaty skin-on-skin was unbelievably more so. His and Joe's cocks had softened when the match started, but their rods had grown rock-hard as they rolled and squirmed on the mat.
Almost by luck, Jack finally forced Joe's shoulders to the mat. The big butch man tried to arch his back and throw him off, but Jack managed to keep him pinned until Tony, who had been scurrying around their struggling bodies, watching the action intently, slapped the mat. "Round one to Jack Studd!"
Jack and Joe scrambled to their feet, breathing hard and dripping sweat. They stood facing each other, watching each other warily. They both had giant hard-ons. Joe grinned and skinned back his foreskin. "See this cock, jarhead? It's going up your ass." He pointed to the crowd of men stretched along the edges of the mat. "Along with a few dozen other dicks."
Jack laughed. "In your dreams, swabby." He grinned at the men surrounding them. Most of them had their dicks out. Many were masturbating. A few were fooling with each other. "Don't come too fast, guys. You don't want to miss out on El Cono's virgin asshole." Joe scowled.
"All right, guys," Tony said. "Take your positions for round two."
Before the match, Jack and Joe had agreed that the man who won the first fall would take the defensive position, which had always reminded Jack of the doggie style anal sex position. This time, naked with hard-ons, it was overtly sexual, rather than just highly suggestive.
Jack got down on the mat with his knees spread apart and his hands in front of his shoulders. Joe knelt behind Jack and pushed the tip of his dick into Jack's exposed butthole. "Getting' a little ahead of yourself there, Bubba," Jack growled.
Joe reached around Jack's body and gave his stiff dick a quick squeeze. "Just giving you a little taste. You'll be getting the whole thing soon enough." He moved into the proper offensive position, kneeling beside Jack with his right arm wrapped around Jack's waist and the palm of his hand pressing against Jack's navel. As he gripped Jack's left elbow with his left hand, Joe whispered, "Is the Marine motto really, 'Take it easy, okay?'"
"What makes you think you're going to find out?"
