Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle v. Champ JoelAlphaHunk

Welcome to Dandy Dawson's Control Room

Dandy Dawson, the silver-haired TSWF promoter, had not released the video of The Dark Enforcer fucking his ass while both Gavras and Coach Stan stuffed their big dicks down his throat.  Sure the Hartford fans had seen his humiliation that night, but Dawson wasn’t about to show it to the rest of the world even if he could make a ton of money from horny TSWF fans streaming the video.

Tonight the promoter sat in the control room specially built at Daddy Dom Sal’s Bay Ridge gym.  He wore only his silver Speedo.  His smooth body was leanly muscled.  With his piercing blue eyes, he’d watch Tino Gavras take on JoelAlphaHunk for the Fed title remotely.  If Gavras lost, Dandy had every intention of helping JAH turn the trash-talking, so-called Greek Heel into a Bitch.  He’d had more than enough of OrangeMuscle’s swagger and arrogance.  

As always, Dawson had a back-up plan if Gavras became the TSWF Champ.  He had vetted a new behemoth named Brutus—a true Alpha Male unlike that Bitch, The Blonde Tarzan—to put The Greek Heel in his place, once and for all.  Now that would be a video worth selling.  Brutus hailed from Brazil and was a monster bear at 6’7” 280 pounds with 55” pecs and 24” biceps.  Thick black hair coated his pecs, abs, pits and pubic area.  He had long black hair, green eyes and a trimmed black beard.  The Brazilian Hulk had an amazing uncut 12” cock.  It was larger than JackedStud’s and Daddy Rodrigo’s by 2”.  The thought of Brutus destroying Tino’s hole with his giant cock made Dandy hard.  The Hairy Brute had promised Dawson he would be available if needed.

Dawson suddenly heard muffled grunting and turned around.  “Well, well,” he said, “Sorry about tying you guys up but I had be to sure you wouldn’t interfere in tonight’s match.”  The promoter was being literal.  Four steel posts had been installed.  Coach Stan and Daddy Rodrigo were each bound to two of them by ropes.  Both their arms and legs were stretched wide.  They were naked.  And ball gagged.  Electrical prods were attached to their smooth balls and just below the heads of their big cocks—Stan’s 8.5” cut dick and DR’s uncut 10” cock.

Dandy picked up two remotes on his desk.  “Let’s do a little test, gentlemen” he said, and pressed the “on” buttons on both remotes.  Stan and Rodrigo immediately felt vibrations in their cocks and balls and began moaning.  Their big dicks began to expand in response to the pleasurable stimulus.  “Good,” Dandy said, then hit two other buttons on the remotes—sending electrical shocks to the trainers’ dicks and nuts.  Muffled cries “Aaaaagggggghhhhh!” filled the control room.  Snickering, Dandy slowly turned up the shock level from 1 to 2 to 3 to 4.  Soon, the two coaches’ muscled bodies were quivering as they screamed through their ball gags.  Their cocks stood fully erect.  Stan’s dripped copious strands of pre-cum.  Dandy turned off the remotes.

He walked over to Stan’s bound body and captured some of the pre-cum in the palm of his hand.  Moving behind the Coach, he pressed his Speedo-covered 7.5” hard cock into Stan’s ass crack.  Rubbing pre-cum onto Stan’s nose and cheeks, he laughed, “This is for you, Coach Stan,” he said, “You should know better than to face fuck your boss!  Rest assured I haven’t forgotten my Hartford experience.”  The bleach-like aroma of the sticky fluid filled the control room.

Dawson stepped back around and in front of the naked Muscle Daddies.  He wrapped his hands around the shafts of each coach’s hard cock and explained “So, each of you has skin in this fight.  If your guy loses a round, you’ll pay the price.  I’ll shock the losing coach’s cock and balls until he shoots his load.  Got it?”  Both Stan and Rodrigo grunted their understanding.  “Then,” the promoter continued, “If your wrestler loses the match, you’ll be fucked by the winning coach.  And maybe by me as well, if you’re lucky.  Capeesh?”  More nodding grunts.  “Good, glad we understand each other, gentlemen.”

Suddenly, Dawson’s cell phone buzzed and he returned to his desk to hit the accept button.  “Ready to go, Mr. Dawson,” the familiar voice said.  “Fine,” replied Dandy, “Send in OrangeMuscle.”  “Uh, actually,” the voice said, almost apologetically, “JoelAlphaHunk wants to enter the ring first and stretch out his muscles.  Ok, boss?”  “Sure,” Dandy replied, “Oh, and Achilles, come to the control room to help me keep Coach Stan and Daddy Rodrigo in check.”  “Yeah, boss,” came the reply.  AchillesAdonis aka Jon Turner had himself had been a worthy TSWF contender, almost defeating JoelAlphaHunk for the championship.  But in the end, The P.R. Alpha Stud had netted the Golden Warrior, dragged his defeated body around by a motorcycle, and taken his virginity in the post-match ‘stakes’.  Thereafter, Turner had become somewhat of a plaything for Joel and Daddy Rodrigo until Dawson made him an errand boy and frequent sparring partner for Orange Muscle.  Those occasions had made him despise The Greek Heel, and he wanted JAH to demolish the contender.

The TV monitor on Dandy’s desk came to life.  The camera showed the ring in Daddy Dom Sal’s gym.  As the promoter settled back into his chair, he adjusted his manhood in his silver Speedo and watched the door to the ring room open.

(To be continued.)