Greek Hunk Tino Gavras v Italian Muscle Stud Raphael Rocco

Round Two in Daddy Dom Sal's private gym....

Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle found himself on his chest, struggling to recover from Rocco’s torture rack.  It hadn’t helped that he had also been gagged with Raf’s crotch sweat-soaked towel after losing Round One.  Slowly, he got onto all fours in the ring. 

DING!  DING!  DING!

A booming voice rang out “Second time’s a charm baby!” as Raf rushed back into the ring and SLAMMED into Tino’s body flattening the muscle stud.  “Second time’s a charm baby!” repeated the Italian Stallion full of cockiness after winning the first fall.  He straddled Gavras’s back and his black hair before yanking up his head.  “Did I tell you second time’s a charm, jobber?”  He released Tino’s hair and Gavras face planted.  SPLAT!

The camera followed Rocco as he strutted away and exited the ring but then panned back in on Gavras with his orange Speedo-covered ass cheeks in the air.  He finally rose to his feet, just as Raf re-entered the ring.  He walked with a confident swagger around Gavras.  Stopping to face him, the Italian Stallion bent Tino over by his left side.  He wrapped his big arms around CG’s lower torso.  In one smooth movement, Rocco flipped Gavras’s body upwards and his back onto RR’s left shoulder.  “Nnnngggghhhh!” grunted Tino.

Rocco walked in circles around the ring with Tino’s body draped over his shoulder—Gavras’s head and torso were in front of the Italian Hunk while his legs dangled behind, all of which compressed Tino’s lower back.  “Aaaagggghhhh!” yelled Gavras as he was manhandled again and paraded around the ring by the big Italian Hunk.  With each step, the ring was filled with loud grunts and groans by Gavras.  But Tino wasn’t only feeling pain.  His big orange bulge was pointing skyward.  Was his cock semi-hard and tenting?

Rocco walked backwards towards the corner—planning to hook OrangeMuscle’s calves over the top rope before pushing his muscled torso downwards into a Tree of Woe.  But the soles of Gavras’s red boots landed on the top rope on each side of the post.  Suddenly, the Greek Alpha Male sprung off the rope.  His body followed and he flipped up and over Rocco until landing on his feet, wrapping his arms around Rocco’s torso and throwing the Italian Hunk up and over him.  Rocco’s back hit the canvass on his back.  BAM!  Surprisingly, he was quickly back on his feet.  Big mistake!  Gavras ran at the muscle stud and clotheslined the Italian Hunk’s upper chest, SLAMMING him onto his back.  BAM!  Now it was Gavras’s turn to smirk and strut around the ring.  He approached Raf and KICKED his right shoulder just as Rocco tried to roll out of the way.  “Shoe’s on the other foot now, baby, huh?” taunted Gavras.

With Raf now on his back, Gavras landed a huge leg drop on Rocco’s solar plexus.  THUD!  “Oof!”  Tino braced his hands on Raf’s 50” pecs then STOMPED his obliques twice.  BAM!  BAM!  He followed that with a big elbow into Rocco’s abs.  THWACK!  Rocco crunched upwards reflexively, not 100% sure what was going on.  Gavras taunted as he stood “How do you like that, you big fucking pussy?” Grunts and groans were Rocco’s only response.

But Tino wasn’t going to show any mercy.  He stood and grabbed Raf’s calves, raised them high, spread them wide…and STOMPED Rocco’s bulge twice.  POW!  “Ohh!”  POW!  “Ohh!”  Raf rolled onto his side, trying to avoid another kick.  Gavras smirked and walked around to Rocco’s forearm.  He grabbed the arm, yanked Rocco to his feet and WHIPPED the big Italian Hunk into the ropes.  Raf bounced off and hurdled towards Gavras who smoothly scooped up the beefcake onto his right shoulder.  His right arm snaked between Raf’s legs.  His right hand cupped the Rocco’s bulge.  Fully in control of the Italian Stallion’s bodybuilder body, Gavras walked around the ring yelling “Yeah, baby, yeah baby!  How do you like that?”  Without pausing, OrangeMuscle threw the big muscle stud over his head.  BIG BODY SLAM!  BAM!!  The ring shook violently as Rocco’s body twitched and flopped about the mat.  “Yeah, that’s what it’s all about?” crowed the Greek Stud as he paused before the full-length mirror.  He flexed his 18” biceps and admired his peaks and black pit hair.

The assault continued.  OrangeMuscle snorted then fell backward dropping an elbow on Rocco’s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of the muscle stud.  Raf rolled onto his stomach and began to get on all fours.  But Tino kicked his ribs hard and flattened the Italian Hunk.  Gavras kicked his obliques once more and Rocco rolled onto his back.  Anything to escape the Greek Alpha’s beatdown.  Fat chance as Gavras STOMPED Rocco’s six pack.  BAM!  Then another elbow RRop into Raf’s mid-section.  Gavras dropped to his knees by the side of RR’s body.  He slapped Raf’s right shoulder and hamstring and forced him to roll onto his chest then barked “Get up!” and pulled him back up onto all fours.  

Gavras then snaked his right leg between Rocco’s legs and grabbed his left obliques before yanking the Italian Muscle Hunk backwards onto Gavras’s chest.  Imagine Rocco—his bulge so prominent in his skimpy yellow bikini and his smooth muscled torso on full display as he was held firmly in place by the Greek Heel.  OrangeMuscle sent his right elbow into Rocco’s exposed abs.  “Ugh!” grunted RR.  Tino paused to flex his bicep as he controlled the other (supposed) Alpha Male’s body.  “How do you like that baby?  How do you like that?” he taunted.  Then he sent a harder elbow into Rocco’s abs.  “Uugghh!”

Gavras was just toying with the muscle hunk now.  It seemed to be only a matter of time before he won a submission.  He smirked then RAKED Raf’s eyes, once, twice, three times!  “Aarrgghh!” sobbed the Italian Hunk with each raking of his eyes.  Tino finally shoved Raf back onto his chest with a dismissive “You big pussy!”  He partly stood then pounded his knee into Rocco’s lower back.  “Ohhh!”  “I got some more for you!” he promised sadistically.

Sitting by Raf’s side, Gavras grabbed Rocco’s left ankle and right wrist, placed his foot in the middle of Raf’s back and yanked the Italian Stud backwards into a BOW AND ARROW.  “Aaaaggghhhhh!” yelled Rocco in pain as his body was stretched in both directions and his back was compressed.  Gavras seemed intent on injuring Rocco.  Over and over again, he yanked Raf’s arm and leg backwards while kneeing his back.  Each time Gavras’s loud grunt was followed by a shiek of pain.  “Nngghh!”  “Aarrggh!”  “Nngghh!”  “Aarrggh!”  “Nngghh!”  “Aarrggh!”  “Nngghh!”  “Aarrggh!”  “How do you like that?” snarled Gavras.  “No more,” Rocco whimpered.  “No more?” Gavras asked incredulously, “I’ll tell you when it’s no more!”  And he yanked the muscleman’s body back yet another time.  “Nngghh!”  “Please, please!” begged the Italian Muscle Hunk.

Gavras finally let go of his bow and arrow and Rocco settled on his chest.  Tino slapped him on the back, taunting “Get up, get up you pussy!”  He grabbed Raf’s right arm and pulled him to his wobbly feet then WHIPPED the muscle hunk into the opposite ropes.  As Rocco bounced back towards the waiting Gavras, the Heel slapped on an arm bar abdominal stretch combination at center ring.  “Nnnnggghhh!” grunted Raf as Gavras grinned widely “Yeah, yeah baby, yeah!!!” he hollered.  His free right hand rested on Rocco’s ass, which he promptly spanked hard.  WHAP!  WHAP!  “Grrrrrrr, such a fine piece of ass, can’t wait to fucking own it!”  He elbowed Rocco’s abs twice then finally released him.  The muscle hunk crumpled to the mat and rolled onto his back.  The head of his cut cock pressed against the fabric of his tight yellow bikini.

“You show me nothing, nothing pussy!” snarled Gavras.  He kicked Rocco in the obliques.  THUD!  “Oof!”  “Big tough guy, yeah,” said OrangeMuscle as dropped another elbow into RR’s abs.  So much abuse in so little time.  “Got some more for you!” announced Gavras.  He landed a huge leg drop across Raf’s throat.  BAM!  “Uugghhh!” cried out Rocco.  Gavras leaned down and humiliated the black-haired Italian Hunk with a BITCH SLAP.  WHAP!

Once again, he dragged Raf up to his feet—this time by his black hair.  The muscleman looked dazed and confused.  Within seconds, Gavras had applied another abdominal stretch.  This time Tino lifted his left leg and wrapped his hamstring around Raf’s neck while maintaining the ab stretch.  “Tell me you’ve had enough!” he demanded.  Without hesitating, the shell-shocked Rocco sputtered out, in a pleading tone of voice….“I’ve had enough!”

DING!  DING!  DING!

Gavras snorted and dropped the muscle hunk to the canvass.  He turned to the full-length mirror for another double bicep flex.  His chest and biceps were definitely more pumped than before.  “Read it and weep!” Gavras yelled victoriously, “Read it and weep, baby, there’s plenty more where that came from!”  Rocco had rolled to the near corner where he lay on his side facing the ring post.  “Yeah, there’s plenty more where that came from!” Gavras hollered again as he strutted over and kicked Rocco twice in the lower back THWACK!  THWACK! smashing his muscled body around the post.

Tino looked down at the cowering bodybuilder and SPAT on his body.  “You pussy!” he said disgustedly.  One more double bi flex for the mirror but this time Gavras noticed his cock was semi-hard in his orange Speedo.  He reached inside the pouch and adjusted the thick beast.  “You know, pussy, I read somewhere that you’re a ‘top’ with an ‘8 inch cut cock.’  I figure that’s just marketing cause you’ve shown me nothing.  Nothing at all.  You’ll be my Muscle Bottom Bitch when this is over.  Hell, look at you.  You are already!"  Rocco slowly rolled onto his back in the corner.  His right arm held onto the middle rope exposing his smooth armpit.  He coughed and shook his head.  The Greek Heel stepped out of the ring leaving Raf to ponder his fate in Round Three.

Behind the cameras, TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson was open mouthed.  He had witnessed demolitions in the ring but very few like the one Gavras had just dispensed.  OrangeMuscle appeared to be the real Alpha Male unless Raphael Rocco recovered quickly.  The promoter was already calculating the size of the crowd that would show up to see the Greek Hunk and Patroclus take on retired Champ BlackAlpha.  But was he getting ahead of himself?  Raf still had a chance.

(To be continued.)