BlackAlpha v. Patroclus and The Greek Heel "Tino" Gavras

Coach Stan Exerts His Authority

Coach Stan stood in the locker room of the Hells Kitchen Arena admiring his tag team as they geared up.  He had worked hard for three weeks to train the Greek Heel Tino Gavras, aka OrangeMuscle, and Pat Ross, aka Greek Warrior Patroclus, for their “2 on 1” handicap match against the former Champ BlackAlpha.  By now, Stan had a tortured history with the Ebony Stud.  It had all started back at Green Haven Correctional Facility in the Hudson River Valley.  There, Stan had taken Ronnie under his wing and taught him how to wrestle.  More than that, he inculcated a fierce fighting spirit in the Black Muscle Stud that led him to become the prison’s undefeated Champion.  Once out of prison, BlackAlpha had joined the Tri-State Wrestling Federation and, with Stan at his side, defeated every foe he had faced.  After winning the TSWF championship, he proceeded to defend the title a record 11 times, beating Daddy Dom Sal's record of 10 title defenses.  Among others, he had demolished and fucked the Blonde Tarzan Jacked Stud, the Ginger Giant RedDante and the Hero of Bay Ridge VinnyMuscleStallion.

But then Coach Stan’s relationship with the Ebony Stud had become more complicated until it ruptured, evidently forever.  First, BlackAlpha had insisted on Stan facing Daddy Dom Sal in a “first to cum” match, which ended in defeat for Stan and humiliation for the Ebony Stud.  Then, BlackAlpha defeated VinnyMuscleStallion only to begin a year-long relationship with the Stallion.  He became VMS’s Coach and lover, which Stan on the outside looking in.  BA’s Mentor decided to back Daddy Dom Sal—aka the masked Blue Alpha Daddy— in his attempted comeback against Vinny.  But VMS prevailed and won his first TSWF title belt.  In the post-match stakes, while the Stallion fucked the daylights out of the Daddy Dom, BlackAlpha destroyed Coach Stan’s hole with his impressive 9” cock.  The tables were turned yet again in the post-match stakes following Vinny’s win by disqualification over SwimmerBoy.  While the Aquatic Hunk and JackedStud had their way with the Stallion—who mistakenly thought he had lost—TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson finally got to fuck BlackAlpha in a sling.  And he shared the Ebony Stud’s hole with Stan and his thick 8.5” cut cock and Sal and his 9” cock.  After that orgy of Alpha Males, BlackAlpha and Coach Stan had not reconciled.  It was sad in many ways given their history, but the men had moved on.

Now 52 years old, Stan kept himself in peak condition.  Bald with a black goatee, he was a classic DILF.  He stood 6’1” and weighed 220 pounds.  Stan had perfectly defined 50” pecs and 20” biceps.  He had molded his six pack into an eight pack.  His torso was smooth except for cropped black pit hair and the lightest of treasure trails leading down to trimmed black pubes and his big cock.  Tonight, he was dressed in a tight blue tank top and a blue Speedo with matching blue boots.  He surveyed the scene in the locker room.  As much work as he had put into molding Gavras and Ross into a Greek Dynamic Duo, something was a little off about their chemistry.  OrangeMuscle treated Patroclus with disdain.  After all, he was the Real Alpha Heel.  And Ross, well, he sort of took it, submissively, without too much pushback on Gavras.  Coach Stan had a feeling—maybe a premonition—that the interpersonal dynamics of his wrestlers would be a net negative for their match against BlackAlpha.

“Listen pussy boy,” OrangeMuscle was saying as he finished lacing his size 12 orange boots, “Follow my fucking lead out there tonight.  Got it?”  Patroclus was wearing a matching orange tank top, orange Speedo and orange boots.  Naturally, the Greek Heel had refused to wear anything other than orange.  He nodded at Gavras.  Stan interjected “Hey Tino, treat your team member with some respect.  You may need his help out there.  BlackAlpha is a lot to handle!”  “Yeah, yeah, fuck that shit,” snarled the Greek Heel, adding “I still don’t understand why I have to be teamed up with this Bottom Bitch Boy.”

Suddenly, Coach Stan got in OrangeMuscle’s face.  He placed his hands on each of the Heel’s shoulders as if he were about to deliver some fatherly advice.  His 50” pecs pressed against the fabric of his blue tank and against Gavras’s orange tank top-covered smooth chest.  He stared into the Greek Heel’s gray green eyes.  “Tino, Tino,” said the Black Daddy DILF, then he SLAMMED his knee into the Greek Stud’s package.  “Aaaaagggghhhhhh!” yelled OrangeMuscle as he fell to his knees in front of Stan.  His face fell on the older Alpha Male’s bulge as he clutched his balls protectively.  Stan’s package appeared to be the only thing holding up the Greek Heel.  Stan immediately pulled down the front of his royal blue Speedo and his 8.5” cut cock flopped out, semi-hard.  He grabbed Tino’s wavy black hair and pushed his face into Stan’s cock and balls.  “Like my sweaty crotch and balls, boy?” asked Stan.  He grabbed his shaft and SLAPPED Gavras’s cheeks with his black mushroom head.  After a few seconds, Stan SHOVED Gavras onto his back.  “Now listen to me, you little fuck boy,” ordered Stan, “You will treat your partner Patroclus with respect and you will use the moves I’ve shown you both to demolish BlackAlpha.  Got it?”  OrangeMuscle stared upwards at the Coach, not quite comprehending what had just happened.  He could count on one hand the number of times his face had been pressed into another man’s naked crotch.  Slowly, grudgingly, he said “Ok, ok, I get it Coach.  I’ll follow your instructions.”  Stan grinned and offered his hand to Gavras who took it.  The Ebony Daddy pulled OrangeMuscle to his feet and beckoned Patroclus to join them for a bro hug.

As the three broke, Patroclus wondered how this match was gonna go.  How could he help the former Champ without appearing to be a traitor to Gavras?  At least he and BlackAlpha had discussed a plan for the match.  Then again, as an old military saying goes, “no plan survives contact with the enemy.”  His musings were interrupted by raucous noise coming from the Hells Kitchen Arena.  The undercard must have finished and someone was getting fucked.

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“Champ,” VinnyMuscleStallion said, “I’m rooting for you tonight!”  He looked at BlackAlpha all geared up in his white Speedo and size 13 white boots with black laces.  The letters “BA” were emblazoned in black on the back of the Ebony Stud’s trunks.  “Yeah, thanks Stallion,” replied the former Champ, “You know that means the world to me!”  The Ebony Stud moved towards the full length mirror where he double bi-flexed, showing off his 54” chest, 24” biceps and cropped black pit hair.  “You look like you’re in your prime, handsome,” said Vinny with a big grin.  

BlackAlpha walked back from the mirror and didn’t hesitate.  He embraced the Stallion then lip-locked his former lover and trainee.  The two men’s cocks began to press against each other—BlackAlpha’s 9” cut monster and Vinny’s 8” cut baseball bat of cock—as the wrestlers French-kissed passionately.  But the Ebony Hunk suddenly pulled away.  Even though he and Patroclus hadn’t spoken about “exclusivity,” he felt loyalty to the leanly muscled wrestler.  And he knew it would be hard to stop at kissing the Italian Stallion.  “Sorry, sorry,” he said to VMS, “I got carried away.  You know I’m still attracted to you.”  “No worries,” said Vinny, although he was puzzled by BA’s embrace and sudden brush-off.  Then again, only Daddy Dom Sal knew BlackAlpha and Pat Ross were in a relationship.

Vinny sighed “Well, I better head out,”  He gave the Ebony Stud a big thumb’s up and left through the locker room door.  BlackAlpha looked down and saw that his big cock had become almost fully hard inside his white Speedo.  The olive-skinned Stallion still had that effect on him.  He sighed to himself.

Silver-haired TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson put his head in the door opening.  “It’s showtime, Champ!” he said.  “The crowd is eager to see your return to the ring!”  Then Dawson noticed BlackAlpha’s huge bulge.  “Whoa!” he said, “Kind of excited for the match, aren’t you?”  BA just looked at him and smirked.  He wasn’t going to offer any explanations.  He also thought to himself that one day he would avenge Dawson’s scheming against him by fucking the promoter.  He wanted to hear Dandy's screaming submission as he pummeled the silver-haired DILF.

“AND NOW THE FEATURE EVENT FOR THIS EVENING,” the ring announcer intoned, and the Hells Kitchen crowd went wild in anticipation of the former Champ’s comeback match.

(To be continued.)