Alpha Tino Gavras v. the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters

Tanner Wu aka Wu-Teng aka the AsianMuscleGod was wearing his trademark black leather vest and chaps with a black cod piece.  He stood behind the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masterson in the visitor’s locker room of the Hell’s Kitchen Arena.  Danny was attracted to full-length mirrors like a bee's to honey.  He couldn’t get enough of his own image.  At the moment, he was flexing his six-pack and pointing to the ridges. 

“Don’t drool AMG,” Danny snickered.  Wu-Teng smiled and began to kneed Masterson’s broad back and shoulders.  “Danny, you will become the TSWF Champ this evening.  I’m so proud of all that you have accomplished in the short time you have been a Fed member.” 

“Yes,” said a voice from across the room, “Your hard work and dedication will pay off tonight when the championship belt is wrapped around your waist!”  Masterson grinned and looked back at Master Han, who was also dressed in a black leather vest and chaps with a black cod piece.  He was carrying his black whip, which he had often used on the AsianMuscleGod’s opponents.

In the distance, all three men could hear the Hell’s Kitchen crowd chanting “TINO!  TINO!  TINO!”  “Do not get distracted,” instructed Han Junhon, “These fans do not know how far the submissive bitch has fallen.  They will be crying out ‘Danny!  Danny!  Danny!’ once they realize Tino is a jobber.” 

“That’s right,” added AMG, as he pulled Masterson into a playful reverse bearhug.  The Amateur Bodybuilding lifted both arms and flexed his 22” biceps.  The AsianMuscleGod felt his 8” uncut cock swell inside his cod piece. 

Danny was geared up in his tight white Speedo with the initials “DM” emblazoned in blue on his ass cheeks.  He was wearing size 12 white boots with blue laces.  He wore matching blue wrist bands and knee pads.  Watching the reflection of flexed ceps and smooth armpits in the mirror, Masterson saw his fat 7” cock begin to tent out the white pouch. 

“He was the shell of his former Alpha Male self when I dominated his face and body at Sal’s gym,” Danny remarked, “His body is still spectacular though not as ripped as mine.  But he has been reduced to a pitiful sub.  And tonight I will turn him into Danny Masterson’s bitch!”

The locker room door opened and the 55-year old promoter Dandy Dawson strode in with a big grin.  “Danny, my boy!” he exclaimed, “Tonight’s your night!  I can’t wait to see you destroy the Greek Jobber and banish his ass permanently to Chicago!” 

“Yes, Mr. Dawson,” said Masterson as he dropped his pose and turned to shake the promoter’s hand, “I will be the Champ your Tri-State Wrestling Fed fans deserve.  Not some simpering bitch like the one I humiliated at Sal’s gym.” 

“Perhaps…” Master Han interjected, “Perhaps, we should not be so overconfident.  In his championship run, no one was tougher or more brutal than OrangeMuscle.”  Masterson turned back to his reflection in the mirror and smirked, “You mean OrangeBitch, Master Han.”  Dawson chuckled and put a hand through his silver hair.  “That’s the ticket, Danny!  I love your cockiness.”

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Costa Gavras paced in the home team’s locker room at the Hell’s Kitchen Arena.  He was the mirror image of his twin brother Tino.  Like his twin, Costa stood 6”2” and weighed about 215 pounds.  He had jet black wavy hair, gray green eyes and a smooth muscled physique.  He boasted of 50” biceps with large brown nips and 20” biceps.  Costa was dressed in a tight orange Speedo.  His bulge was prominent.  The orange fabric barely contained his 9.5” cut cock. 

“Gonna fucking make them pay—the lot of them,” spit out the muscle hunk.  “That’s the attitude!” exclaimed Coach Stan, “Tonight you’ll defend your brother’s title, and no one will be the wiser.”  “Gonna make them pay,” Costa said again, “That two bit promoter Dawson and his Brazilian Beast Brutus.  No one turns my bro into a broken beta bitch and survives my wrath.” 

Stan smiled broadly but said with a note of caution “But Costa, first things first.  You need to destroy this Amateur Bodybuilder first.”  “Yeah,” the twin brother said with a dismissive tone, “Not worried about him.  That’s for sure.”  “Okay, but remember what we agreed.  You gotta make everyone think it’s broken, submissive Tino in the ring first.  After you lull everyone in, it will be time for payback.”

Coach Stan brought out a chrome-colored cock cage.  “Are you ready to be locked up?”  “Do I have to?” Costa replied.  “Yes, it’s part of the plan.  Dawson and Brutus locked up Tino’s cock, and they’ll smell a rat if you’re not locked up.  Don’t worry I’ll unlock you in time to fuck Masterson’s hole!”  “Okay Coach,” said Costa.  He pulled out the front of his orange pouch. 

The Coach leaned forward.  He peered down on the Greek Stud’s thick shaft and balls and attached the metal cage to them.  “Glad we remembered to shave your public area and armpits,” remarked Stan, “Tino normally has trimmed black hair in both places, but Dandy ordered him shaved clean as his slave.”

“Where’s Tino?” asked Costa.  “Oh, he’ll be right here in the locker room watching the match on close-circuit TV.  Seeing you demolish Masterson will be a big boost to his ego.  Kind of get his mojo going if you know what I mean.  I can’t wait for the arrogant prick OrangeMuscle to show up.”  “Who you calling a prick?” demanded Costa but he grinned knowing his bro could be just that.  Stan returned the grin but changed topics.  “I have a feeling,” he said, “Dawson and Brutus won’t be able to stop themselves from trying to interfere once they see The Greek Heel is on the verge of defending his TSWF title.  That’ll play right into our hands.”  “Can’t wait,” said Gavras.

Coach Stan said “There’s one other piece of gear I need to attach.”  As Costa arched his brow, Stan reached into a duffel bag.  “Ah, here it is,” the Coach said then held it up for Costa to see….

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“Horny Hot Guys of Hell’s Kitchen!” the ring announcer Vern Wonder intoned at mid-ring, “Welcome to the main attraction!”  The crowd erupted in applause.  Many were wearing orange tank tops and waving their arms.  Others carried placards reading “HAD ENOUGH?” in honor of OrangeMuscle’s favorite taunt to former Alpha Males just before they submitted to him. 

Sure, they had seen the Champ humiliated by Dandy Dawson and Brutus the Beast after he had won his title, but they refused to believe the rumors that Tino Gavras had become a submissive bitch.  They still believed in the arrogant “take no prisoners” attitude, and the brutal essence of the Alpha Male who was OrangeMuscle.  They had come in droves to watch him defend his title against the Amateur Bodybuilder whose physique was unsurpassed while his role as title contender was questionable. 

Some suspected Master Han had manipulated Dawson into giving Danny a title shot.  “Tonight we have the championship match you all have been waiting for!” said the excited Wonder, “OrangeMuscle’s first Tri-State Wrestling Fed title defense!”  The fans went wild and again took up the chant of “TINO!  TINO!  TINO!”  Wonder held up his hands to quiet them.

“And now, let me introduce first, the challenger…the Amateur Bodybuilder who has proven his mettle in the squared ring.  Undefeated since his first match against the AsianMuscleGod, this muscle hunk is all man!  Standing 6’3” and weighing 235 pounds, I give you tonight’s contender, the gorgeous, handsome as fuck DANNY MASTERSON!!!” 

While the fans began to boo and jeer, the curtains burst open and Danny appeared at the top of the ramp way in his tight white Speedo and matching boots.  Masterson had donned a bright blue tank top for his entrance.  He paused to gaze at the unfriendly crowd, somewhat surprised at their reaction.  But he quickly regained his composure and went into a double bi-flex, knowing his physique would make most of the men in the audience swoon if not slobber.  He bounced his smooth 52” pecs then set off down the ramp towards the ring, trailed by the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han. 

Arriving at the ring, Masterson again paused, this time slowly to rip off his tank top, revealing his ripped upper torso.  Some in the audience clapped and yelled “DM!” but the cascade of boos and jeers drowned them out.  The Hell’s Kitchen Arena audience clearly preferred the Greek Heel to the Showboat Bodybuilder.

Masterson threw his torn tank top into the audience and mounted the metal steps before stepping into the ring.  AMG and Han followed and stood behind Danny as he bounced from one boot to the other, shadow boxing a phantom opponent, with a determined look in his eyes.  Up in his skybox, promoter Dandy Dawson smiled.  He couldn’t wait for Masterson to decimate the crowd’s favorite before fucking him into the canvass.  Then he’d be rid of the Greek Bitch.  Dawson palmed his package buried in his silver slacks as he visualized Danny owning Gavras’s hole.

“And now,” Vern Wonder continued, “Let me introduce the most brutal Alpha Male Wrestler ever to grace the TSWF ring, the man who demolished BlackAlpha (even if he was technically disqualified), and the Greek Heel who destroyed the now ex-Champ JoelAlpha Hunk…standing at 6’2” and weighing 215 pounds, with a 50” chest and 20” biceps…the one, the only, the incomparable…THE CHAMP TINO GAVRAS AKA ORANGE MUSCLE!!!” 

As the crowd went wild, the spotlight shifted to the top of the ramp way once more.  The curtains parted and suddenly there, by all appearances, he was—OrangeMuscle in his tight orange Speedo and size 12 orange boots.  He wore orange wrist bands and knee pads.  The TSWF title belt was wrapped around his 32” waist and covered his orange pouch. 

Slowly the crowd began to realize something else.  And the cheers stopped.  Gavras had an orange dog collar around his neck.  Coach Stan stood beside him holding the leash to the collar in his bright blue Speedo.  His pouch stored his 8.5” cut cock.  Stan walked down the ramp first, leading OrangeMuscle towards the ring.  Stan looked deadly serious as he approached the ring.  He was literally yanking Gavras with him.

Masterson watched from the ring with a bemused look on his face.  The Champ was a complete sub—a former Alpha and current slave who had to be dragged to the ring in a dog collar.  He saw Stan’s grim face.  It was like he was leading a lamb to the slaughter. 

Masterson looked back at the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han, both of whom appeared transfixed by the Champ’s entrance and to be having the same thoughts as him.  The crowd was turning on Gavras.  Boos and catcalls filled the Hell’s Kitchen Arena.  Instead of chanting “TINO!” the fans yelled “TINA!  TINA!  TINA!” 

Dandy Dawson flashed a big grin up in his skybox, loving the Champ’s humiliation.

Stan led OrangeMuscle up the metal steps and slid into the ring.  A referee—dressed in a black and white tank top with a black Speedo—was right behind them.  He went to center ring and motioned the Champ and Challenger forward. 

As they approached each other, the Amateur Bodybuilder made an ostentatious display of adjusting his fat cock in his white Speedo.  He mouthed the words “Remember submitting to my dick, bitch?”  OrangeMuscle hung his head submissively as Stan removed the dog collar from his neck then unfastened the title belt from his waist. 

For the first time, the Champ’s fat bulge appeared.  None of his 9.5” cock was imprinted on the fabric.  It dawned on Masterson that Gavras’s cut cock was still locked up in that chrome-colored cage.

As the wrestlers met at center ring, the referee took the Champ’s belt from Stan and explained the bout was a “no holds barred” match.  The winner needed to win two out of three rounds, each of which would be decided by KO or an “accepted” submission.  The ref asked if Gavras and Danny understood the rules and each man nodded yes.  “Okay, back to your corners,” the ref ordered.

The fans buzzed with excitement as the combatants waited in their corners.  Chants of “DANNY! DANNY!  DANNY!” broke out.  What a reversal, thought Dandy Dawson up in his skybox. 

AMG and Master Han stepped back out onto the apron in Masterson’s corner while Coach Stan did the same in Gavras’s corner.  The arena darkened leaving only the squared ring bathed in bright light.  Masterson stared across the ring at OrangeMuscle and smirked “Fuck I’m gonna enjoy this.”

(To be continued.)