Greek Hunk Tino Gavras v Italian Muscle Stud Raphael Rocco

“OrangeMuscle?  What’s your real name, kid?” said Dandy Dawson.

“Constantine Gavras,” the Muscled Jock replied confidently.  “They call me ‘Tino’ back home.  I’m a second generation Greek from Chicago.”

Dandy arched an eyebrow.  “And what makes you think you’re cut out for the Tri-State Wrestling Fed?”

Pause.  “Well, I’m an Alpha Male for one thing.  And a Nasty Heel for another.  You’ll see from my Indy fights in the Chicago metro area that I never lost.”

Dawson picked up the 23-year old’s wrestling resume.  He scanned the sheet.  “Hmmmm, this is somewhat impressive kid.  But you know, in our league, the Alpha Male victors take ‘stakes.’  You know what that means?”

“Yeah, I do, and I’m a total top, Mr. Dawson.  I like nothing better than defeating and humiliating another Alpha Male before making him my Bottom Bitch Boy,” said Gavras with a cocky grin.

Dawson snorted.  “You look bigger than your stats on paper, Tino.  It says here you’re 6’2” and 185 pounds.  That can’t be correct?”  The TSWF promoter looked up and down at the handsome muscle stud’s frame.  His bodybuilder body nicely filled out his tight orange tank top and orange Speedo.

“I am 6’2” but I’ve been working hard to build muscle.  I’m up to 200 pounds since I prepared that resume.”  He went into a double bi-flex and Dawson did a double take.  OrangeMuscle’s wavy black hair and cropped black armpit hair were hot.  He had smoldering gray green eyes and a sexy AF face.

“Could I see your pecs and abs?” asked the promoter.

OrangeMuscle slowly pulled up the front of his tank top to reveal his amazingly tanned torso.  He had a well-defined 48” chest and a carved six pack.  All smooth. 

“Nice, very nice indeed,” murmured Dawson appreciatively, feeling his 7.5” cut cock starting to swell.  “And your cock?  How big is it?” asked Dandy as he stared at OrangeMuscle’s Speedo and the shape of a banana pressing against the fabric.

“Ahhhh, Mr. Dawson, wouldn’t you like to know?” said Gavras, as he cupped his Orange Speedo-covered bulge.  The promoter could make out a cut cock head.  He was pretty sure the kid was packing a monster dick.

“Ok, I’ll let it slide for now.  You do understand you’ll owe stakes if you lose?”

“Sure, Mr. Dawson, I’m a big boy.  But I’m not too worried about it.  Ain’t gonna happen.”

Dawson sighed, thinking he had heard the same boast from many other wrestlers who ended up fucked literally, including most recently the cocky blonde AchillesAdonis.  He will have to learn for himself, thought the promoter.

“Tino, I’m willing to give you a tryout in a private ring against an Italian Muscle Stud named Raphael Rocco or Raf.  Sometimes known as the Stallion, too, but not to be confused with our former Champ VinnyMuscleStallion.”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.  Us Greeks love beating down an Italian.  The hunkier the better!” said Gavras.

“Ok, and if you win, I have an idea for pairing you up with another wrestler who plays a Greek character.”  Dandy went on, “A guy named Pat Ross with stats similar to yours, but he wrestles under the name ‘Patroclus.’  If you know your Trojan War history, Patroclus was the best friend and rumored lover of Achilles.”

“I know my Greek history, Mr. Dawson.  It was drilled into me.  No pun intended cause I never been drilled, if you get my meaning.  Anyway, I even know about your Patroclus.  I saw the video of him pounding that old DILF, Daddy Dom Sal, following Achilles’ defeat at the hands of the Champ JoelAlphaHunk.  Hot!”

“Well, I think you and Patroclus could make a decent tag team and I might give the two of you a shot against the former Champ BlackAlpha in a 2 on 1 match.  But you gotta beat Raf Rocco before I’ll even entertain that idea.”

“2 on 1?” said Gavras with a puzzled look.  “I don’t need any help to take on the Ebony Stud.  BlackAlpha’s more a vers bottom these days.  We both know it.”

“Don’t be so sure, kid.  BlackAlpha plans a return to the ring.  One, he’s much bigger than you.  And two, he never lost in a TSWF match.  Never.  You’d do well to respect the Ebony Stud.”

“Yeah, right,” Galvas said smugly.  “So when do I take out this bitch Rocco?”

“Tomorrow, in a private ring at Daddy Dom Sal’s gym in Bay Ridge.  I’ll video the match so we can stream it, assuming it’s of the right caliber for TSWF matches.”

“Works for me, Mr. Dawson, but you might rethink the need to pair me with Patroclus to take on BlackAlpha.”

“One thing at a time, my boy, one thing at a time,” said Dawson.

(To be continued.)