BlackAlpha v. Patroclus and The Greek Heel "Tino" Gavras

"Tino" Gavras and Patroclus Meet Up:  

"On Your Fucking Knees!"

Pat Ross aka Patroclus started to open the door to the wrestling ring inside the Midtown Athletic Club.  He could hear voices in the ring and he took a moment to peer through the door opening.  Constantino “Tino” Gavras was at center ring.  He was wearing only a tight orange Speedo and size 12 orange boots.  He had wavy black hair and a ripped, muscled physique.  Tino had another wrestler in a single leg crab and was cranking his right leg up and back, compressing his lower back.  “Fucking pussy boy!” he sneered—as his free hand formed a CLAW, reached inside the wrestler’s white Speedo pouch, clamped on the wrestler’s balls, and TWISTED his nuts.

“Arrrrrgggghhhhhh! came screams from the tormented wrestler.  Screams Ross recognized.  It was his college buddy and best friend, Jon Turner, aka the blonde-haired AchillesAdonis.  Standing in the corner was a Black Muscle Daddy.  He had sculpted smooth pecs—around 50”— and what looked like a six pack.  Ross thought he must be Coach Stan.  “I…I…GIVE, I GIVE!” shrieked Achilles.  “You’ll fucking give when I tell you to give, Bitch!” snarled OrangeMuscle.  “Please, oh please…I GIVE!  I SUBMIT!”  The Black DILF said from the corner “Ok, Tino, this is only practice.  Let the boy go.”

Gavras grunted and finally released his grip on Turner’s package, letting Achilles fall to the canvass on his side.  No one could miss Gavras’s tenting bulge.  His big cut cock had obviously enjoyed dominating the cocky blonde wrestler.  He reached inside his Speedo and adjusted his semi-hard manhood, then put his orange boot on Turner’s obliques, before going into a big double bi flex, showing off his 48” smooth chest, 18” biceps and black armpit hair.  

“I LOVE IT!” a booming voice shouted, and Ross saw TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson walking up the metal steps and sliding into the ring.  He high-fived the Greek Heel then turned to the Ebony Daddy “Coach Stan, nice going, you got OrangeMuscle all ready.”  He looked down at the blonde-haired Achilles who was clutching his balls, still in apparent agony.  “Sorry Jon,” Dandy smirked “But Tino does appreciate your willingness to be a sparring partner.  He sort of has one speed—call it Alpha Heel Speed.  Doesn’t matter if it’s practice or the real thing.  You understand, right?”  “Yeah, FUCK THAT!” yelled Turner.  Gavras started to advance on the blonde muscle stud, but the silver-haired promoter put up his arms to block the Greek Stud.  “Not now, stud, Jon’s not been himself since Champ JoelAlphaHunk netted and fucked his ass.”  (Truth be told, AchillesAdonis had been shacking up with Joel and his Manager Rodrigo, exploring his bottom side in nightly spit-roastings.)

Pat Ross had seen and heard enough.  Walking into the ring room, he shouted—with as much cockiness as he could muster—“AND NOW, INTRODUCING, THE 6’2” 195 POUND GREEK WARRIOR, MUSCLED IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES, WITH A BEER CAN COCK TO BOOT, YOUR…PATROCLUS!”  Ross marched towards the ring in a tight gold tank top and gold Speedo.  “Yes!” exclaimed Dawson as he watched Ross strut with swagger.  “Is that the Bitch Boy I’m paired with?” asked the black-haired Gavras.  “Probably not the best greeting, Tino!” admonished Dawson, adding “I know you think you can defeat BlackAlpha on your own, but humor me.  I want the fans to see you two as Greek Warriors out to demolish the former Champ in his comeback match.”

Ross walked up the steps and stood on the apron.  He stepped over the top rope then went into a double bi-flex showing off his 48” chest and 18” biceps.  He dropped the pose and placed his hands on the waistband of his gold Speedo and slowly inched the gear down until he had revealed the top of his cropped black pubes.  “Hey, Tino,” he smirked, “I loved your beatdown of that Italian Jobber Raf Rocco.  I hear the video is setting Tri-State Wrestling Fed records for streaming.” 

Gavras smiled, enjoying the compliment.  “And it was a solid comeback,” Ross continued with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, “given how you fared in Round One.”  Gavras arched an eyebrow.  Who was this asshole, he thought to himself.  But Ross didn’t stop “How did that go?  Not so good.  Screaming submission in a torture rack?  Within seconds, you were almost sobbing ‘I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE!’”  AchillesAdonis had gotten to his feet and he fist bumped his buddy Ross, “You’ve become such an Alpha, bro, or, I mean, Patroclus” he said admiringly.  “Maybe we should tag team someday and DP the muscle boy we vanquish!” Turner winked, then slid out of the ring and headed towards the locker room.

Tino Gavras was furious.  “Who the fuck talks to me—OrangeMuscle—like that?”  But Dandy Dawson intervened again, “Boys, boys!  Let’s get the training started.  Coach Stan here will meld the two of you into an unbeatable team.  The Greek Heel snarled at Patroclus, “Listen punk, you’ll take your cues from me.  Just stay out of my way.  After the Ebony Stud submits to me—or rather after I accept his submission—you can face fuck him but his black ass is all mine.  My 9.5” cut cock will drill BlackAlpha's hole like he’s never been fucked before.”

Patroclus looked non-plussed.  “So…just stay out of your way, stud?  I guess I can manage that.”  Coach Stan arched an eyebrow—a bit surprised that Ross wasn’t more offended.  Stan said “Tino, I know you’re a cocky Heel but when a man has backup he sometimes needs to lean on that backup.  There’s no shame in it.  And BlackAlpha, well, I know the man and he’s good.  Not just good.  He’s the best in the business.  Don’t underestimate him.  Or do so at your peril.”  “Yeah, yeah, Coach,” replied Gavras, adding “Look, this ‘2 on 1’ match is just a ‘check the box’ match for me to get a TSWF title shot against JoelAlphaHunk.”  He looked over at Patroclus in his gold Speedo “And I don’t want Goldie here to fuck it up.”  “Gentlemen,” Dandy interjected, “Enough with the verbal sparring and start the real training.  Coach is right.  BlackAlpha is the best.  You both will have to be in peak shape to have any chance of defeating the Ebony Stud.”

Dawson beckoned the two Alpha Males over to the ropes opposite a full length mirror.  “Take your tank off, Pat,” the promoter instructed.  Let’s begin with a side-by-side posing contest.”  Ross pulled off the tight gold tank and went into a crab pose while a somewhat grumpy OrangeMuscle lined up next to him and did another double bicep flex.  “Perfect!” said Dawson, “You guys have almost identical stats.  Same height.  Tino’s got about a 5 pound weight advantage at 200 pounds.  Same 48” chests and 18” biceps.  Same black hair on top and in your pits.  Tino’s a bit more tanned.  He’s actually Greek after all,” the promoter laughed.  “But overall, you two are almost twins,  a Dynamic Greek Duo!”

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In the shower room after practice, Tino Gavras soaped up his sweaty body.  He closed his eyes and daydreamed of defeating the former Champ BlackAlpha.  He would be the first wrestler ever to do it in a TSWF match.  That by itself would be an accomplishment.  And afterwards, he would push the Ebony Stud onto his knees and bitch slap his handsome face with OrangeMuscle’s thick 9.5” cock.  Then he’d force the cock down the former Champ’s throat as the crowd went wild, cheering every thrust of the Greek Heel’s hips.  He wanted to hear the Black Stud gag on his big dick as he stared upwards at his Dom.  Gavras stroked his fully erect cock.

“Ahem,” a voice suddenly intruded.  Gavras opened his gray green eyes to find a naked Pat Ross staring at his cock in wild-eyed wonder.  “Like what you see, pussy?” snarled Tino.  Ross started to look away and move to another shower stall, but Gavras caught his right bicep and held him tightly.  “I said, like what you see, pussy boy?”  Patroclus stared once more at Gavras’s swollen cock head, long shaft and smooth balls, with suds flowing around and over the package.  “I thought so,” smirked Gavras.  He released Ross’s bicep but grabbed his wavy black hair.  "On your fucking knees!" OrangeMuscle ordered, as he forced the 23-year muscle hunk to his knees under the shower spray.  He pressed his hard cock and balls into Ross’s face, then bumped his mushroom head into Ross’s lips.  Patroclus slowly opened his mouth and the olive-skinned Greek Heel wasted no time in stuffing it full of his big cock.  He kept pushing inwards until his cock head lodged in the back of Ross’s throat.  “Yeah, pussy boy, take my fucking cock, all of it!” Gavras demanded and began thrusting his dick in and out of the younger man’s throat.

With both hands, the Greek Heel cupped the back of Ross’s head and, more roughly, started yanking his face forward and back, making Pat gag “Ggwwoocckk!” each time his cock went deep.  He could see Ross’s 6” beer can of a cock was hard as a rock and spurting pre-cum on the shower room floor.  The kid, he thought, was loving being dominated by a True Alpha Male.  “I’ve got a BIG LOAD for you, pussy.  You know you want it!” snorted Gavras.  “Gonna….gonna…fucking cum down your throat!” he announced just as his whole body spasmed and Patroclus felt the warmth of the huge load hit the back of his throat.  Gavras pinned Ross’s face to his groin as he shot more ropes of cum.  Ross’s nose pressed into the Heel’s black pubes.  His own cock twitched, pulsed and handsfree spewed a huge load on the floor.  His whole body shuddered as he remained impaled on Gavras’s cock.

Finally, OrangeMuscle pulled out and shoved Patroclus onto his back.  “You fucking, pussy.  That was a Real Alpha Male load.  Next time I’ll own your hole.  It’ll be so much better than BlackAlpha’s cock.  It’s bigger and thicker, and I know what to do with it.  I saw that video of you getting fucked by the Ebony Jobber after the Cortez match with your little buddy Achilles.  You’re nothing but a bottom bitch, despite your later topping of that old queen Daddy Dom Sal.”

Patroclus stared upwards at Gavras’s semi-hard cut cock.  Cum still dripped from its slit onto Ross's lips.  The Greek Heel went into his trademark double bicep flex looming above Ross on his back on the shower room floor.  Ross felt his fat dick start to harden again.  The sight of the Dominant Alpha Male with his defined ceps, muscled torso, wet black armpit hair, and dripping cock made him horny all over again.  He couldn’t tell BlackAlpha what had gone down in the shower stall.  And he was beginning to worry Gavras would dominate and humiliate the former Champ in the comeback match.  He seemed to be an unstoppable force of nature.  A Heel’s Heel.

(To be continued.)