Tyrone Wilson and Clark Green had hated each other for years. It was not because of their differences, but rather due to their similarities. In some other time, they might have been friends. But this was then and now.
True, they looked different. Tyrone was african american and Clark was white. But that was about the only difference. Both were six feet four inches and were well muscled studs in their early thirties. Both had shaved heads and goatees. And both were the cockiest tops around. Between the two of them, they had slammed about every asshole in the city. Tyrone preferred the tight, hungry holes of white men with a taste for black cocks. Clark liked the feel of a spasming black man-cunt around his meat.
They might have still been friends, or friendly rivals, but for one thing. They had both become personal trainers, and had both opened rival gyms on the same side of town. They had been one upping each other for five years, both in terms of business as well as sexual conquests. Both had decided enough was enough. Tyrone decided to go to Clark with a proposal. A proposal to work out who was top dog, and who was just a bitch.
Sitting in Clark's office, Tyrone refused to be intimidated. Just because it was his office in his gym, didn't make him powerful.
"What's your offer here, Wilson. Decided to sell your piece of shit gym and leave the fucking city to a real man?" Clark asked.
Tyrone curled his lip into a sneer. "Real funny asshole. No, i got a better idea. Settle this once and for all."
Clark leaned forward. "Shoot."
Tyrone smiled. "One on one. Man on man. Just you and me. One wrestling match. We both used to wrestle, so it's a fair bout."
Clark leaned back. "Seems an easy way for me to win your gym."
"You aren't gonna win fuckface. And we ain't doing this for gyms." Tyrone grinned. "Loser gets to know he's lost. Loser gives up his cherry white cunt. He gets fucked hard and deep so that he knows he's a pussyboy."
Clark seemed surprised but recovered quickly. "Sounds good to me. Didn't realise you wanted my cock that bad. But limiting yourself to once is chicken shit. You afraid i'll break your cunt?"
"Hey fine, i was gonna leave you with your dignity. How about we up this ante. Loser becomes butt whore for the winner for life. That's right, from top stud to pillow biting bottom boy permanantly."
Clark nodded. "Ok, how we gonna do this."
"Neutral territory. you can pick and i'll confirm. This friday, and the loser is the first one to tap out or pass out in a sleeper."
Clark agreed.
They agreed on using another gym for their bout and managed to convince the owner to let them to use it alone at night with a small bribe. they went to the wrestling mat and dropped their bags in seperate corners.
Tyrone turned with a tripod in one hand and a camcorder in the other. "I was thinking. We should film a quick agreement of what our bet is, and film the loser admitting they lost. That way you can't chicken out."
Clark nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Tyrone set up the camera and began filming. The two of them both stated that they agreed to it, and what the price was for the loser. Then they were ready to begin.