Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle v. Champ JoelAlphaHunk

The Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champ was a striking Alpha Male.  He stood 6’3” and weighed 230 pounds.  He had 50” pecs, 20” biceps and 34” quads.  His caramel-colored skin was smooth except for a very light dusting of black hair on his chest.  He had trimmed black hair in his armpits and pubic area.  His 9” uncut cock was thick.  JoelAlphaHunk had defended his championship belt seven times.  That meant he had fucked seven opponents in post-match ‘stakes.’  If he was successful in four more defenses, he would tie BlackAlpha’s record.  Also known in Puerto Rico as the P.R. Alpha Stud, Joel had gone from Heel to Hero in the past year.  He now split time between Brooklyn and his beloved P.R.

“Boy, does Dandy Dawson have it out for that supposed Heel Tino Gavras!” exclaimed Joel’s Trainer Daddy Rodrigo.  DR was 50 years old but looked no older than 40.  He had short black hair specked with silver  His skin was cinnamon in color.  His sculpted 52” chest and 21” biceps looked especially sexy in his white tank top.  He kept his black pit hair cropped.  DR wore rimless glasses and sported about a week of silver and black facial stubble.  Below his washboard abs and inside his white Speedo he had trimmed black pubic hair and a thick 10” uncut cock tying him in size with The Blonde Tarzan.

“What do you mean?” asked JAH, as he adjusted his cock in his bright red Speedo.  He moved over to the full-length mirror in the locker room and double bi-flexed.  “Well, Champ, Dandy won’t even let Gavras fight you in one of the big arenas.  He’ll only allow the title fight to take place privately in the ring at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym.  It’ll be filmed and streamed but no one will be there to root for Tino.”  “Or me,” replied Joel.  “Yeah, or you, but Dawson is mightily pissed at Tino for what went down in Hartford.  The promoter got bound and spit-roasted.”

“This Tino,” began Joel, “I’ve watched videos of his matches.  I’d say he’s a real Heel.  The Greek Heel is what I think folks call him.  He’s full of himself and very verbal.  But he’s not fought anyone as fast as me.”  “Nope,” agreed Rodrigo, as he moved behind Joel and kneaded his bare shoulders.  DR continued, “Nothing could be hotter than a fan Hero such as yourself destroying and fucking a Heel, especially a hot Alpha Male like Gavras.”

“Has Dandy laid down any other rules for the match?” asked Joel.  “Yeah, it’s no holds barred, best two of our three rounds.  Winner by KO or submission only.  Both you guys must wrestle only in jock straps and with bare feet.  Oh, and one more thing.   Tino’s Coach, Stan, and I won’t be allowed in the ring room with you guys.  He doesn’t trust either of us to stay out of the fray.  But the coach of the winning wrestler gets to fuck the coach of the loser.  Stan’s gonna get drilled with my 10” monster,” Rodrigo chortled.  “Hmmm,” murmured Joel, “And I thought you and I might do another DP—like we did to the AsianMuscleGod.  That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever experienced.”

JAH moved from his double bicep flex to a crab pose.  His thick cut cock was now fully erect—no doubt excited by the memory of double penetrating AMG after Joel won the TSWF championship belt.  Rodrigo stopped rubbing his shoulders and stepped back to admire Joel’s flexed pecs and biceps.  “Well, I’m pretty sure Tino is a virgin so you’ll have fun popping his cherry,” he said.  “Yeah,” said JAH, “I’ll do that after he submits to me as my little Bitch.”

“Nice Champ!” said Daddy Rodrigo, “I can see you’re horny already.”  DR wrapped his arms around Joel’s lower abs and let his right hand snake inside JAH’s waistband.  His hand closed around the Champ’s hard cock and began stroking.  The P.R. Alpha Stud began moaning as his manhood was massaged.  He and Rodrigo were not bashful about getting each other off—helping to relieve the pressure now and then.  As Joel again flexed both biceps, exposing his black pit hair, Rodrigo increased the speed of his strokes.  JAH closed his eyes and imagined Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle on his knees with his mouth impaled on the Champ’s big cock.  He could see Gavras’s gray green eyes looking upwards submissively as his throat was face fucked mercilessly.  Joel’s orgasm hit him like a freight train.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  As he spasmed and trembled, Rodrigo felt sticky hot cum coat his right hand.  Finally, the Champ came down from his climax.  DR withdrew his hand and licked it clean.

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“You upset about the title match being in a private ring?” Coach Stan asked as he held the large punching bag.  BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  BAM!  The bag shook hard as Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle aka The Greek Heel pounded it with a series of powerful jabs, crosses, hooks and uppercuts.  Sweat poured down his face, upper shoulders and smooth chest.  His stats rivaled the Champ’s.  He had 50” pecs and 20” biceps.  He did stand 6’2” and weigh 215 pounds, putting him somewhat at a physical disadvantage but it was nothing like the overwhelming difference he had faced in wrestling JackedStud.  And The Blonde Tarzan had been thoroughly squashed in two rounds in Hartford.

The contender for the TSWF title took a step back and brushed a hand through his wavy black hair, revealing his cropped black pit hair.  His 9.5” cock was semi-hard.  It had been bouncing in his orange Speedo as he pounded the bag and was now positioned diagonally from left to right.  The cut head pressed against the fabric of the trunks.  “Not upset,” replied Gavras as he caught his breath.  “That pussy Dawson ain’t gonna stop me from becoming Champ.  To tell you the truth, it was starting to piss me off that the Hartford fans were chanting ’TINO!’ and ‘Champ!’  Made me feel like a Hero or a Face, not a Heel.  I don’t want to be loved by anyone.  I just want to demolish JoelBetaBitch.”

Coach Stan couldn’t suppress a grin.  He was wearing his trademark royal blue Speedo and a matching tank top.  Stan was 52 years old, bald with a black goatee.  He stood 6’1” and weighed 220 pounds.  Stan had perfectly defined 50” pecs and 20” biceps.  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 8.5” cut cock.  Stan was most proud of his eight pack.  The ridges were well-defined—putting most younger wrestlers in the TSWF to shame.

“Let’s knock it off for today, Tino,” Stan said.  “I want you to be truly rested for the match in Bay Ridge tomorrow.  This is your big opportunity.  And you’d be the second wrestler I’ve trained to be the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champ.”  “Yeah,” said OrangeMuscle, “And I demolished and fucked that Bitch, too.”  Stan understood the reference to former Champ BlackAlpha.  He and BA had begun talking again recently.  They hadn’t repaired the rift in their relationship entirely, but Stan felt both men were beginning to move in that direction.  And the Coach couldn’t stop thinking that there had been an uncanny similarity in stats between The Dark Enforcer who had fucked Dawson and BlackAlpha.

“Ok,” Stan said, “Shower time!”  Tino removed the boxing gloves he had been wearing.  He ran a hand down the perspiration on his chest and flicked droplets to floor.  “This time tomorrow night,” he said, “I’ll be the new TSWF Champ!  And JoelBetaBitch will be crawling home to the P.R. as a defeated and humiliated Jobber.”

“We have to watch out for any sign of payback from Dawson,” Stan remarked.  I’m sure he wants you to lose badly and be fucked hard by JBB.”  The Coach had been ordered by Gavras not to call the Champ JoelAlphaHunk but only JoelBetaBitch or JBB.  “I got eyes in the back of my head for that pussy promoter.  I’ll fuck him if he dares to interfere or help out JBB,” snarled The Greek Heel.  “He may not like me but he will respect me!” he added.

Just then there was a knock on the door to boxing room.  Pat Ross aka Patroclus poked his head inside—his shaggy black hair lining his face with piercing blue eyes.  He was wearing a gold Speedo with a matching tank top.  Like Gavras, he was 23 years old.  He stood 6’2” and weighed 195 pounds.  His smooth chest was 48” and his biceps were 18”.  “Slave, get the fuck over here!” demanded Tino.  “Yes Sir!” responded Ross and he hurried over to the punching bag.  “You can excuse us, Coach,” Tino said to Stan who quickly exited.

“Now worship my gladiator body,” Tino ordered, as he double bi-flexed glistening with sweat.  Patroclus reached his right hand up to OrangeMuscle’s left bicep and traced the popping vein along with ridge with his fingers.  “Such a perfect cep,” the Slave said submissively before leaning in and licking Tino’s peak.  Gavras cupped the back of Ross’s head and pulled his face into his black haired armpit.  He held the Slave firmly in place and smothered his face.  “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” moaned Patroclus as he inhaled the aroma of the sweaty pit.  His 6” cock was very fat—the proverbial beer can shape—and the bulge of his gold Speedo expanded rapidly.  Taking notice,  Tino shifted Ross’s nose and mouth to his other armpit.  This time Patroclus licked as he was pressed into the dark hairs.  “That’s right, boy, worship The Greek Heel!” he ordered.

Gavras’s 9.5” cock was now fully erect inside his orange Speedo.  He shoved the Slave back then turned him around to face the punching bag.  “Hold the bag and bend over, boy!” Tino commanded.  As Ross assumed the position, Gavras peeled down the back of the golden Speedo exposing Patroclus’s beautiful ass cheeks.  Within seconds, Gavras had pulled down his own Speedo and was slapping Ross’s ass with his thick cut dick.  “Please, please fuck me,” begged Patroclus.  “Fuck yeah, boy, gonna drill your hole!” said Tino as he rammed his big cock inside the Slave’s canal, going balls deep in one thrust.  “OOOOOHHHHHH  FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” yelled Ross as he held the punching bag and braced himself for the pounding he was about to receive.

(To be continued.)