Greek Hunk Tino Gavras v Italian Muscle Stud Raphael Rocco
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Round Three….in Daddy Dom Sal's private gym in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn....
The Italian Muscle Stud Rocco slowly rolled onto his chest in the corner. He knew he had just suffered the biggest beatdown of his wrestling career. And he knew there was more of that to come if he didn’t recover quickly. He held his sore abs and coughed again.
Gavras slid back into the ring after a few minutes. His cut cock was semi-hard and tented out the front of his orange Speedos. He paused to adjust his cock again, feeling his sweaty crotch. CG stared at Raf still lying on his chest near the corner. He snarled “You big fucking pussy. I got some more for you. I got some more moves for you. I got some surprises for you!”
DING! DING! DING!
OrangeMuscle went to Rocco’s body and challenged him “C’mon.... C’mon get up.... C’mon get up pussy!” Gavras kicked Rocco’s yellow bikini-covered ass and the Italian Muscle Hunk got onto all fours. As he slowly began to rise, Gavras SLAMMED his fist into Rocco’s back, flattening his body back on the mat. “C’mon get up!” demanded the Greek Alpha Heel, adding “Let me help you up.” Tino grabbed Raf’s black hair and began to drag his body upward only to POUND his back with his free fist and flatten Rocco into the mat again. BAM!
Gavras kicked Rocco’s ribs and the Italian Hunk (aka Jobber) rolled onto his back with his 50” smooth chest exposed. He lay near the bottom rope. “Look at you, pussy, so much useless muscle!” taunted Gavras as he STOMPED Rocco’s chest. THUD! Gavras grabbed the top rope for leverage and STOMPED Rocco’s abs twice. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!”
The relentless, black-haiorange Greek Muscle Stud grabbed hold of Rocco’s wavy hair and dragged him to his feet. He literally threw RR into the nearby corner and his back hit the turnbuckles hard. CLANG! Almost immediately Rocco’s wobbly legs gave out and he fell onto his bountiful ass with his arms draped over the top ropes on each side of the ring post. Glassy-eyed, Raf looked even more dazed and confused. Tino was on him immediately, dragging him up by his hair and SLAMMING two punches into his defined pecs. POW! "Ugh!" POW! "Ugh!" Rocco fell onto his ass again—this time with his beefy forearms hanging over the middle rope.
Gavras’s bulge was eye-level with Raf’s face. He leaned forward until the sweaty pouch of his orange Speedos was pressing into Rocco’s mouth. “Like the smell of a real man, pussy? Of course you do.” He rubbed his bulge up and down and sideways on Raf’s face. “I bet you’re a cock whore,” said the Greek Alpha Stud. Rocco inhaled the sweat and masculine scent of his tormentor. Somewhere, deep down, the Italian Stallion needed to summon his inner Alpha.
Tino finally took one step back. He grabbed the top ropes on each side of the post and STOMPED the Italian Jobber’s mid-section twice. BAM! "Oof!" BAM! "Oof!" Grabbing Rocco’s right arm, Gavras yanked him onto his feet and WHIPPED the muscleman across the ring. Once more, Rocco slammed into the corner turnbuckles. CLANG!” His rubbery legs started to give out and Raf held onto the top ropes to try to hold himself up. Snorting, Gavras went right up to the unsteady Rocco and BITCH SLAPPED his face, inflicting more humiliation on the almost defenseless wrestler.
OrangeMuscle took a few steps back then dove forward, SPEARING Rocco’s exposed mid-section with his head. BAM! “Ughhhh!” Then he grabbed the middle ropes on each side of Rocco and SPEARING his abs again. BAM! Ughhhh!” Rocco was reduced to whimpering in the corner. Gavras reared back and delivered a massive pec chop across his 50” chest. POW! “Aaaggghhh!” The Greek heel then SLAMMED his right fist into Rocco’s gut. POW! “Oof!”
Rocco crumpled forward. He was held up only because his face rested on Gavras’s defined chest. Tino snorted and SHOVED the Italian Jobber back into the turnbuckles. CLANG!” He again grabbed the middle ropes and SPEARED Rocco’s mid-torso twice. BAM! "Ohh!" BAM! "Ohh!" Raf fell on his ass in the corner. He had never taken such abuse. Tino leaned in and again BITCH SLAPPED his cheek, then stepped backwards and went into a double flex of his 18” ceps.
As Rocco slowly got to his feet in the corner, Gavras smirked and took another few steps backwards to the adjacent ropes. He yelled “Look at this! Coming right atcha baby! Wooohooo!” and ran towards Rocco aiming double axe handle his chest. But Raf had enough presence of mind to lift his legs at the last moment and to scissor Gavras’s obliques with his massive quads. “Ugggghhh!” yelled the Greek Heel, plainly surprised by RR’s counter.
Rocco alternated between FLEXING and SQUEEZING his quads hard, relaxing them, then FLEXING and SQUEEZING them hard again. Each flex and squeeze sent shocks of pain into the Greek Alpha Hunk. OrangeMuscle’s whole body jerked backward each time as he writhed in pain. He tried--for the brief moment Rocco relaxed his scissors--to double axe handle the Italian Stud, but his head and upper torso were jerked backwards as soon as Rocco flexed and squeezed once more.
Finally, on the third try, Gavras succeeded in hitting Raf's solar plexus with a double axe handle POW! smashing Rocco’s body onto the middle ropes. He pounded one more double axe handle into RR’s chest and the Italian Hunk fell onto the bottom ropes. As Raf relaxed his body scissors, Gavras extricated himself and grabbed Rocco’s calves. He yanked Rocco's body off the bottom ropes and dragged the helpless bodybuilder back to center ring.
OrangeMuscle dropped Rocco’s legs, walked to his side, and delivered another huge leg drop across Rocco’s chest. BAM! “Ughhhhhhh!” Rocco lay spread-eagled in the middle of the ring with his muscled arms above his head. “You pussy, you even shave your pits,” said the disgusted Heel as he looked down at RR’s smooth armpits. He dropped yet another leg drop on Rocco’s exposed 50” chest. BAM! “Ughhhhhhh!” Then he turned and rolled sideways onto Rocco positioning his hairy right armpit over the Italian Hunk’s nose and mouth. “Smell that pit, pussy! Smell a true Alpha Male’s sweaty pit!” he commanded. Rocco was helpless to do anything but feel and smell the wetness of the pit. His quads squirmed as he was humiliated by the Greek Heel.
Finally, OrangeMuscle sat back and stood up. He viciously kicked Rocco’s ribs twice WHACK! WHACK! then leaned down and BITCH SLAPPED Raf yet again, shouting “FUCKING BITCH BOI!!!” Tino then ran to the ropes and bounced off. His momentum carried him to the far ropes where he bounced off again. He headed towards Rocco lying on his back aiming to body splash the Italian Hunk. As OrangeMuscle dove forward, Rocco miraculously raised his legs and caught Gavras’s obliques in another BODY SCISSORS. The Italian Stallion's pythons tightened their grip and Gavras’s Orange-Speedo clad body jerked backwards.
It was like deja vu except happening at center ring. Tino tried to weaken Raf’s hold with another double axe handle but was again jerked backwards as he whiffed in Rocco's vice-like scissors. Raf twisted his body onto his side while maintaining his grip around Gavras’s obliques, forcing the Greek Heel onto his side. Rocco rolled back onto his back and then rolled to his right, each time yanking and dragging Gavras’s body with him—treating Tino like a rag doll in his scissors.
Rocco rolled onto his chest still holding Gavras in his quad vice grip. But this move gave Tino the opportunity to grab onto Raf’s ankles and pry his legs apart. With Rocco on his chest, Gavras immediately sat on Raf’s left glute and grabbed his left boot before yanking it backwards in a quad stretch. He then cranked up the pressure on Rocco’s lower back by lifting his entire quad off the mat. “Aaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!” shrieked the Italian Hunk. “Yeah baby!” shouted Gavras. As he held Rocco’s left foot in one hand, OrangeMuscle SLAMMED his right elbow into the Italian Jobber’s back. THWACK! “Ugh!”
Gavras finally let go of Rocco’s left boot. From his knees next to Raf, Tino POUNDED his right knee into Raf’s ribs twice. BAM! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” Then OrangeMuscle moved around in front of Rocco’s head. He slapped his back and dragged him onto all fours by his wavy black hair. CG SHOVED Rocco’s head between his muscled quads—seemingly setting up a standing head scissors. But he suddenly dropped to the mat, SMASHING Raf’s handsome face into the canvass. SPLAT! With his knees on both sides of Rocco’s upper back, Gavras did a double bi flex for the video camera, “Yeah baby! Yeah! That’s what its all about!” the Greek Heel yelled triumphantly.
OrangeMuscle stood and kicked Raf in the obliques again. THWACK! "Uuggghh!" Rocco rolled onto his chest, but Gavras immediately climbed onto his broad back. He yanked Raf’s head up by his hair and slid his quad around the Italian Jobber’s throat, applying a FIGURE FOUR NECK LOCK. “AAAGGGHHH!! gasped Rocco, as Gavras tightened his hold around RR's neck. Still pulling Rocco’s wavy hair to keep his face turned partly upward, Gavras leaned back to increase pressure on Rocco’s windpipe. The Heel demanded “TELL ME YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH, TELL ME, BITCH!”
Pulling Rocco’s anguished face even higher to face the video camera, Gavras repeated more loudly “TELL ME YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH!” He slapped Raf’s face with his free hand. “C’MON TELL ME, BITCH, TELL ME!” he ordered. Barely able to speak in Gavras’s neck lock, Rocco pitifully rasped “I’ve had enough.”
“I’LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH!” yelled OrangeMuscle. “TELL ME WHO’S THE MAN, TELL ME WHO’S THE MAN!” he commanded the Italian Jobber. Then came the almost gagged reply “You are.... You’re the man.”
“YES FUCKER!” crowed the Greek Alpha Male.
DING! DING! DING!
Gavras let go of Raf’s hair and his figure four neck lock, and the defeated Italian Jobber face planted on the canvass. Tino rose and placed his foot on Raf’s back then went into victory double bi flex at the video cameras. He sneered and SPAT on Rocco’s back. OrangeMuscle wasn’t done though. He STOMPED Rocco’s ribs yet again. As the Italian Hunk rolled onto his side to avoid more abuse, Gavras proceeded to kick him in the back four times. THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! With each kick, Rocco’s body was smashed towards the corner where his torso and legs wrapped around the ring post. Gavras leaned over Rocco’s crumpled frame and taunted “You’re not even worthy of my spit!” as he flicked some of his chest sweat onto Rocco’s demolished body.
OrangeMuscle stepped back and did one more double bi flex, saying “I’m the man, don’t you fucking forget it!” Rocco rolled onto his back in the corner and Gavras couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He STOMPED Raf’s six pack one more time. BAM! “OOHHH!” grunted Rocco. As the Greek Alpha Male strutted victoriously around the ring, the camera panned in closely on Rocco lying on his back. His eyes were glassy. There was spittle on his chin and lips. The Italian Jobber had been thoroughly demolished, humiliated and defeated by the Constantino Gavras.
Dandy Dawson told the camera operator to keep taping. The silver-haired promoter planned to get involved in the post-match stakes. His 7.5" cut cock was already hard as a rock.
"TIME TO PAY UP, PUSSY BOI!" hollered Gavras as he advanced on Rocco. Fisting his black hair, the Greek Hunk dragged the bodybuilder's body back to center ring. "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!" Gavras ordered. Slowly, Rocco got on his knees where he was eye-level with OrangeMuscle's bulge. "PULL DOWN MY SPEEDO, COCKSUCKER!" commanded Gavras.
(To be continued.)
Author’s Note:
This wrestling match was loosely based on a classic clash between two Alpha Males. The video is available to be streamed at BG East Arena under “Fantasymen 8” and took place between the Greek Alpha Male Steve Grafonis and the Italian Stallion Dante Rosetti. Much of the action is faithful to the match but, as a fictional account, I changed the wrestler’s identities and added some erotic elements along with way, including in the next chapter the post-match stakes.
Hope you enjoyed! Post-match stakes are coming up!