Greek Hunk Tino Gavras v Italian Muscle Stud Raphael Rocco

In the locker room at Daddy Dom Sal’s Bay Ridge gym….

Philly-born, the 25-year old Italian Stallion Raphael Rocco pulled on his yellow Speedo followed by his size 13 blue boots with yellow accents.  Dandy Dawson had called him the day before with orders to show up at Sal’s gym for a private match against some would-be Alpha Male who wrestled under the name “OrangeMuscle.”  Raf Rocco resented Dawson’s imperiousness.  The smug promoter never would have lasted in Rocco’s Philly neighborhood.  

Rocco felt disrespected by Dawson.  He had won his first five matches in the Tri-State Wrestling Fed.  He thought he was being groomed to wrestle the other Italian Stud in the Fed, VinnyMuscleStallion, and maybe Champ JoelAlphaHunk after that match.  But Dawson had thrown him a curve ball with this match against Constantino Gavras.  The promoter offered the carrot of possibly teaming up with another Greek character, Patroclus, after CG defeated OrangeMuscle and taking on former Champ BlackAlpha in a 2 on 1 match.  Rocco was savvy enough to know Dandy had offered the same carrot to Gavras.

Rocco paused before the mirror in the locker room and studied his classic olive-skinned bodybuilder body.  He had seen pics of OrangeMuscle.  RR was slightly shorter at 5’11” but weighed 225 pounds.  Like Gavras, he had wavy black hair.  But his eyes were dark brown—almost black to match his hair color.  The Italian Hunk had a slight five o’clock shadow.  He had a 50” smooth chest and washboard abs.  Unlike the Greek Alpha Male, Rocco kept his pits shaved smooth.  His yellow Speedo was more like a bikini and left little to the imagination.  The outline of his cut cock head pressed against the fabric. 

He took his dark sunglasses from his locker and slid them on.  Rocco was one hot Alpha Male.  He was sure the five muscle studs he had demolished and fucked still had sore asses.  His 8” cock was thick.  He knew how to use it.  And he knew how to wrestle.  The Greek Hunk was going down.  Lowering his glasses briefly, he winked at himself in the mirror and headed out of the locker room to the ring.

In Daddy Dom’s private wrestling ring…before video cameras….

The Greek Alpha Male Constantine “Tino” Gavras entered the ring first wearing an orange Speedo and matching size 12 orange boots.  OrangeMuscle stood 6’2” tall and weighed 200 pounds.  He was a ripped stud with a very tanned and smooth 48” chest and six pack abs.  Gavras had wavy black hair and gray green eyes.  The Greek muscle stud carried a white towel into the ring.  He went to the ropes opposite the full length mirror and—holding both the towel and the top rope—squatted backwards.  As he stretched, the camera focused in on his muscled glutes.  Standing, he walked back to a corner ring post and hung the white towel.  

The Greek Hunk moved back to center ring and began a flexing routine opposite the mirror.  He enjoyed his handsome reflection as he went into a double bicep flex showing off his 18” ceps, defined 48” chest, and black armpit hair.  The sight made his own cock start to swell in his orange Speedo.

As Gavras was engrossed in his poses before the mirror, the white towel he had carried into the ring suddenly hit his upper chest.  It was flung at him by the sunglass-wearing Italian Stallion Raphael Rocco.  Raf stepped into the ring sporting his tight yellow Speedo.  He began to strut around Gavras.  OrangeMuscle did a double take as his eyes were drawn to Rocco’s big bulge.  But he recovered quickly and the tanned Greek Stud sneered “I want you pussy.”  

Circling confidently around Gavras, Rocco slowly took his sunglasses off and flung them out of the ring.  He smirked and said “How’s your strength today?  Feeling strong?”  Tino offered his right hand holding the white towel and Raf grabbed one end with his left hand.  Both Alpha Males turned the towel into a rope for a slow motion tug of war.  “Want to see what I got?” asked Rocco.  CG didn’t hesitate, “Let’s go, bitch.”  Raf pulled the towel towards himself flexing his bicep.  “Real slow at first, real slow,” cautioned Rocco.  

Despite Rocco’s resistance, OrangeMuscle pulled the towel back, as if he were doing a single arm row.  Raf suddenly found himself being yanked forward.  He nearly stumbled into Gavras.  “What a minute, whoa, whoa,” said Rocco as he stopped his fall by pressing his right forearm into Tino’s hard right pec.

Rocco ripped the towel out of Gavras’s hands and threw it back at him.  The Greek Hunk smirked again, asking “Had enough?” and threw the towel out of the ring.  He taunted “You know, a yellow bikini screams ‘I’m a jobber pussy.’”  Rocco pointed at Gavras and snorted “Yeah, fucking Greek wuss, we’ll see how ya feel when you’re screaming out your submission like the bitch you are!”

Round One….DING!  DING!  DING!

The two muscle studs began to circle each other, knowing the preliminaries were over.  Each slapped his chest and clapped his hands.  Both suddenly lunged forward and the two Alpha Male wrestlers locked up collar and elbow.

Rocco held his ground at center ring and—in a display of the hunk’s undeniable strength and weight advantage— catapulted OrangeMuscle backwards.  CG landed on his ass in the opposite corner BAM! but was quickly back on his feet.  It was Raf’s turn to smirk “Whenever you want to stop the match, Greek jobber boy, we’ll stop the match.”  Once again, the two wrestlers locked up collar and elbow and once again Rocco sent Gavras hurdling backwards and onto his Orange Speedo-covered butt in the corner.  BAM!  This time Raf advanced on Gavras while he was still on the mat.  He was about to yank the Greek Hunk up by his hair but stepped back “Take your time, take your time getting up,” said the Italian Stallion in a mock tone of voice.

Gavras got to his feet and he and Rocco resumed circling each other until RR paused and did a mini-crab pose, obviously trying to intimidate CG.  More circling.  The wrestlers started to engage in another lock-up but this time Gavras placed both hands on Rocco’s 50” pecs and shoved RR to the mat on his back.  WHAM!  Raf rose and pointed at Gavras who flashed a cocky grin.  

The two wrestlers raised their arms and engaged each other’s hands in a classic test of strength.  As the private ring filled with loud grunting noises, Rocco slowly but surely forced Gavras to one knee.  “Stay down!” Raf barked.  Tino’s back muscles bulged as he tried rise.  “Stay down!” ordered Rocco again.  But Gavras pushed back up, slowly rising to his feet.  Just as his arms met Rocco’s again above their heads, RR shoved CG back onto his ass in the corner.  Gavras bounced back up quickly—seemingly unfazed by Rocco’s show of strength.  He asked “Are you ready?” and lunged at Raf.  He slapped on a side headlock before RR could react and twisted the Italian Stud to the canvass while letting go of the headlock.  Rocco looked momentarily dazed.  He shook his head and rose to one knee.  

OrangeMuscle wrapped his thick left arm around Rocco’s neck in another headlock.  This time Tino stomped across the ring—dragging RR’s head with him.  Rocco stumbled to his knees behind Gavras.  Still in a headlock, his left hand pressed against Gavras’s obliques above his waistband.  His right arm flailed in the air as the Greek Alpha Male controlled the Stallion’s body.

Gavras’s muscled quads flexed as he held his dominant position.  Rocco’s right hand moved southward from Gavras’s obliques to his big bulge—perhaps trying to distract the Alpha Male.  But suddenly, Rocco used his free hand to loosen Gavras’s left arm from around his neck before…BITING into Gavras’s left hand.  “Aaaaagggghhhhh!” yelled CG in agony.  He let go of the headlock and stumbled backward into the ropes, holding his wounded hand.  Rocco rose and pointed his right hand at Gavras, saying “Wait a minute.”  Grimacing, OrangeMuscle said “Fuck you pussy….A bite?”  Rocco claimed “I didn’t bite you…I didn’t bite you.”  Gavras angrily responded “I’ll show you!” and held out his hand.  Rocco maintained, “I didn’t bite you.”  As the two warriors began to circle each other once more, Gavras said “I’ll show you, fucking cheater!”

As they circled, Rocco bent down and tried to lunge forward to grab CG’s waist.  But Gavras anticipated the move and slapped on another side headlock.  This time, the Italian Muscle Stud’s free arm found Gavras’s back.  He shoved CG in the back hard enough to make him break the headlock and stumble into the ropes.  Tino bounced off the ropes and into Rocco at mid-ring.  With his shoulder, RR banked CG into the catty corner ropes.  This time Gavras didn’t bounce back into Rocco but deftly escaped to the adjacent ropes where he bounced off and headed back to center ring.  Meanwhile Rocco ricocheted off the opposite ropes and came back to center.  Showing quick reflexes to avoid a clothesline, Tino did a baseball slide through the middle of Raf’s legs.  

Rocco, surprised, turned around only to see Gavras coming at him full tilt.  He clotheslined Rocco’s throat with his outstretched forearm.  Raf slammed backwards onto his back.  WHAM!  “Uggggghhhh!”  The Italian Stud’s arms lay above his head with his smooth armpits exposed as his body twitched and squirmed on the canvass.  Coughing, Rocco slowly rolled onto his chest.  

Admiring his handiwork, Gavras taunted “That’s right, you pussy!”  Without hesitating, CG stomped Rocco’s back yelling “Get up!”  “Uuugggghhhhh!” Rocco tried to rise but CG snarled “Not fast enough!” as he sent another kick into Raf’s hip.  THWACK!  The kick forced Rocco to roll out of the ring.

Gavras loved discarding the other Alpha Male from the ring.  He went into a double bi flex before the full-length mirror, shouting “That’s right, that’s right baby!”  He kissed the peak of each bicep and felt blood flowing to his cock.

Rocco recovered quickly and vaulted over the top rope back into the ring interrupting Gavras’s self-admiration.  He advanced on CG as the latter turned to face him.  Raf tapped both of Gavras’s shoulders then dived low, grabbing his quads and yanking the arrogant Greek Stud off his feet.  Rocco raised Gavras’s muscled legs high, paused, then STOMPED Tino’s crotch three times in a row.  WHUMP!  “Ugh!”  WHUMP!  “Ugh!”  WHUMP!  “Ugh!” 

OrangeMuscle rolled onto his chest trying to protect his balls from further abuse.  Rocco jumped up and landed a huge leg drop across Tino’s back.  Gavras’s body jackknifed and he flopped back onto his back grunting as Rocco took the upper hand in the round.  He circled Gavras’s body then reached down and RAKED Tino’s eyes.  “Aaarrrggghhhh!”  Tino needed to get away from Rocco who was on a tear.  Holding his eyes, he rolled back on his chest and got up to his knees.  

Rocco advanced on Gavras who was now on all fours.  He straddled OrangeMuscle’s back before slapping it.  He grabbed the back of Tino’s head by his wavy black hair then jumped up and smashed Gavras back to the mat, pancaking the muscle stud.  Raf stayed on Tino’s back and pressed his face into the canvass.  Fisting Tino’s black hair again, Raf banged his handsome face into the mat. BAM!   “Ugh!”  As he was owned, Gavras’s legs kicked uselessly and his right hand slapped the canvass.  He wasn’t used to such treatment.  Rocco slapped the back of Gavras’s head then hovered above his prone body before sending five consecutive elbows into Gavras’s ribs.  WHACK!  “Ohh!”  WHACK!  “Ohh!  ”WHACK!  “Ohh!  ”WHACK!  “Ohh!  ”WHACK!  “Ohh!”  

Rocco stood as OrangeMuscle groaned.  He walked to the opposite corner while Tino struggled to rise.  CG reached for the top rope momentarily to try to steady himself.  Finally able to stand on his own feet, Gavras warily began to circle Rocco once more.  Both men again starting beating their smooth chests and clapped their hands.  Rocco suddenly stopped and bent over slightly, his hands on his quads, apparently resting for a moment.  Bad move.  Gavras walked up to Rocco grabbed right forearm and whipped the olive-skinned  muscle hunk to the opposite corner SLAMMING him back first into the turnbuckles.  CLANG!  Rocco’s arms fell over the top rope, barely holding him up.  Gavras didn’t hesitate launching his shoulder into Rocco’s mid-section and smashing him back into the turnbuckles.  CLANG!  “Ugh!”  

Once again, Rocco felt his forearm grabbed and his body being whipped into the opposite corner.  CLANG!  This time Rocco fell to his knees in the corner.  “Get up, you fucking pussy!” snarled Gavras as he ran towards Rocco aiming to spear him.  But Rocco leapt away at the last second and Gavras’s body slammed into the turnbuckles.  BANG!  Now his back was against the corner.  Rocco bounced off the adjacent ropes and then started kicking Gavras’s lower abs—one, two, three, four times!  “Oof!” “Oof!” “Oof!” “Oof!”  Gasping for air, Tino felt his arms being grabbed.  Rocco MONKEY FLIPPED Gavras’s body up, over and onto his back.  BAM!  The ring shook like an earthquake from the impact.

Rocco wasted no time landing a big leg drop across Gavras’s 48” chest.  As the Greek Stud’s body convulsed, Raf positioned himself above Tino’s head and wrapped his hands around his OrangeMuscle’s throat.  Rocco choked the big hunk.  Gavras tried to pry Rocco’s hands from his throat while gasping.  Finally Rocco relented and backed up momentarily before reaching for Gavras’s black hair, yanking his head upwards, and HEAD BUTTING the Greek Stud’s forehead.  THUD!  “Ooooohhhhh!” groaned Gavras as his eyes had difficulty focusing.

Slowly Tino got onto all fours and rose to his feet while Rocco circled the would-be Heel.  Rocco suddenly sank to his knees and let out a hysterical laugh, apparently amused by the shaky Gavras.  Raf got onto all fours.  He slapped the mat twice with his right hand.  “C’mon, let’s see what you got!” he challenged. “Here on the ground brother.”  Tino said “Ok, I’ll come down.”  He raised his hands and came down onto all fours face-to-face with Raf.  Rocco quickly reached forward—roping his fingers into Grafoni’s black hair—then he sent a knee into OrangeMuscle’s abs.  THUD!  “Oof!”  Tino rocketed backwards onto his ass.

Rising, Raf grabbed Tino’s ankles as Gavras’s arms flailed behind his head.  The Italian Muscle Stud yanked Gavras’s legs upwards then rolled him up and back exposing his lower back.  Rocco smirked and twice kneed Gavras’s kidneys.  THUD!  “Ugh!”  THUD!  “Ugh!”  As Raf strutted away, Tino flopped around the mat in pain.  Rocco touched the ropes then came back to Gavras as he tried to get back on all fours.  Raf bent over, grabbed Tino’s muscled quads, lifted them skyward—forcing him into a momentary hand stand—then flipped him SLAMMING his back to the mat.  BAM!  Rocco circled the dominated Greek Alpha Male whose head now lay under the bottom rope.  Raf dropped to his knees next to Gavras’s body.  He shoved Tino onto his chest, then kneed CG’s lower back three times in a row.  THUD!  “Ohh!” THUD!  “Ohh!” THUD! “Ohh!”

Pressing one palm into Tino’s ass cheeks, Raf used his free hand to grab CG’s right ankle, bending it backwards in a quad stretch.  With a malevolent grin, Rocco taunted Gavras “Just relax, relax, it’ll be all over soon” as he yanked the ankle to the right “Aarrgghh!” and back to the left “Aarrgghh!”, twisting Gavras’s knee.  “It’ll be over soon,” repeated Raf in a mocking tone.  Tino reached for the bottom rope, trying to use it as leverage to yank free of Raf’s grip.  Rocco snorted and rose to his feet still holding Gavras’s right ankle.  He grabbed the left ankle and dragged Gavras back to center ring.  He twisted CG onto his back, a perfect set up for a Boston Crab but Rocco inexplicably dropped the Greek Hunk’s ankles, leaving him face down at mid-ring.

Rocco began circling his opponent one more time, allowing Gavras a few moments to recover and rise to his unsteady feet.  Rocco was like a big cat pursuing his prey.  He pounced forward—grabbing Gavras’s hamstrings and and slamming him onto his back once more.  Tino tried to crunch up as Raf walked behind him, dropped to both knees and slapped on a rear choke hold.  Rocco now shook the Greek Stud left and right while maintaining his choke hold.  “Nnnggghhh!” grunted Gavras as his arms flailed.  Raf was in a position to KO Tino but—for reasons known only to the Stallion—simply let go of the choke hold and shoved his adversary aside.  CG rolled over to the ropes.  Rocco laughed and kicked Gavras side—keeping him rolling all the way out of the ring.

Rocco strutted around the ring, daring Gavras to re-enter it.  “C’mon dick, get your ass in here!” he taunted.  Tino stepped reluctantly between the middle and bottom ropes.  But before he could stand up straight, Rocco pulled OrangeMuscle’s body up and onto his broad shoulders in a TORTURE RACK.  “Aaaarrrggghhh!” hollered Gavras in pain as Rocco strutted around the ring, with each step sending shockwaves throughout Tino’s helpless body.  Rocco yelled triumphantly “YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!”  Gavras had no choice.  He screamed “GIVE!  GIVE!  I GIVE!” and a grinning Rocco flung his body to the mat.  SPLAT!  

DING!  DING!  DING!

Rocco went into a victorious crab pose then walked over to Gavras who lay on his chest.  His body was twitching and his ass was jiggling.  Raf dropped to both knees and placed his hands on Tino’s back then raised his left arm in victory.  Snorting, he rose and slid between the top and middle ropes.  Within seconds, he reappeared in the ring holding the white towel OrangeMuscle had brought with him into the ring.  Rocco kicked Gavras’s obliques and forced the Greek Hunk onto his back then straddled and settled down on his smooth chest.

As OrangeMuscle stared upwards at the Italian Muscle Stud, Rocco almost hummed as he used the towel to wipe off the sweat on his pecs and in his smooth pits.  Smirking, he slowly slid the towel inside the pouch of his yellow Speedo and soaked up the sweat on his cock and balls.  He pulled the towel free and looked down at OrangeMuscle’s handsome face.  “Who’s the pussy now, bitch?” he snarled, then STUFFED the white towel into Gavras’s mouth.  “Gggghhhhhh!” grunted the Greek Stud.  He smelled and tasted Rocco’s manly scent while trying to spit out the towel.  But Rocco didn’t relent.  His hand kept forcing the towel into Gavras’s mouth.  He laughed while the muscle hunk under him squirmed.  “You fucking love it, bitch!” snorted RR, as he finally retrieved the towel.  He stood, placed his right boot on OrangeMuscle’s chest and double bi-flexed for the cameras.  “I’ll give you a few minutes before I demolish and fuck you,” Rocco taunted as he slid back out of the ropes for a short breather.

TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson suddenly appeared in front of the camera.  He entered the ring and went to check on OrangeMuscle whose body was still quivering.  He dropped to one knee and patted Tino’s pecs.  “Listen kid,” Dawson said, “I’m willing to let you back out now.  No ‘stakes,’ just a walkway.  Go back to Chi-town.”   Gavras’s reply was instantaneous.  “Fucking pussy, he’ll pay big time before this over.  No Greek is going to lose to that Italian pony.  Gonna destroy him and drill his ass.”  Sighing, Dawson stood back up.  “Ok, OrangeMuscle, ok, we’ll see how this works out for you.”

(To be continued.)