Alpha Tino Gavras v. The Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters (3)

Chapter Three

Round One

DING! DING! DING!

With the ringing of the bell, the Hell’s Kitchen Arena crowd went into a near frenzy. Danny Masters moved confidently to the middle of the ring. He raised both muscled arms and challenged the (apparent) Champ to a test of strength. 

Gavras approached in his size 12 orange boots and tentatively raised his olive-skinned, heavily muscled arms. 

The two men’s hands engaged each other. They both grunted loudly and tried to gain the upper hand. Masters was only an inch taller than the 6’2” Gavras but he had 20 pound weight advantage. After several seconds, the two wrestlers’ smooth hard chests almost touched. 

Then Danny began pressing downward. Gavras struggled to stay upright but was slowly forced onto one knee then the other. Masters taunted “Where you fucking belong!” He dropped Gavras’s hands and cupped the back of OrangeMuscle’s head. He pulled Gavras’s face into his groin and began rubbing his package against his nose, cheeks and mouth. Gavras could smell Danny’s masculine scent. His caged cock began to swell as he was humiliated by the Amateur Bodybuilder early in round one.

Then, without warning, Danny SLAMMED his knee into Gavras’s 50” pecs. WHACK! “Ugh!” The (evident) Champ fell backwards onto the mat. Masters followed up by kicking OrangeMuscle’s obliques repeatedly. THWACK! “Oof!” THWACK! “Oof!” THWACK! “Oof!” While the fans counted and cheered each kick, Gavras tried to protect his ribcages from the relentless assault.

The Asian-American Hunk reached down and grabbed both of Gavras’s orange boots. He dragged OrangeMuscle to the far corner then slid under the bottom rope. From the padded floor, Danny again grabbed Gavras’s boots and positioned his legs around the ring post. The fans could see where this was going. 

Masters gave a fierce yank, pulling Gavras’s Speedo covered balls into the ring post. CLANK/SQUISH! “Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!’ screamed Gavras. Everyone had heard the metallic sound rather than just a squish—further proof OrangeMuscle’s cock and balls were locked up. 

Masters sneered “One’s not enough!” as he wrapped his hands around the (apparent) Champ’s ankles and once again yanked his body forward, ramming his caged balls into the post. CLANK/SQUISH! “Aaarrrgggghhhhh!!!” The crowd went crazy, chanting “DM! DM! DM!”

Up in the skybox, TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson grinned broadly and clapped along with the fans.

Danny jumped up onto the apron and slid back into the ring. “Oh, I’ve got more for you, Bitch!” he hollered—imitating the way Tino Gavras had taunted his opponents on his way to becoming the TSWF Champ. He reached down and fisted the Greek Jobber’s wavy black hair. 

Dragging OrangeMuscle to his feet, Masters applied a tight SIDE HEAD LOCK. He then ran forward towards center ring, falling to his knees and BULL-DOGGING Gavras’s face into the canvass. SPLAT! 

OrangeMuscle’s body spasmed and convulsed as Danny rose to his feet. He struck a double bicep flex, showing off his 52” ceps and hairless armpits. Showboating, Masters went to each corner, hopping up on the middle ropes and fist pumping the adoring crowd.

Turning back to the (evident) Champ, Masters laughed as he saw OrangeMuscle struggle to get up onto his knees then raise his hands in a prayerful pose. “Please! Please!” begged the Greek Jobber. 

The fans started a new chant of “ORANGE BITCH! ORANGE BITCH!” Masters snickered as he approached Gavras and shoved his head between Masters’ powerful quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS. OrangeMuscle could hardly breath as Danny’s pythons applied maximum pressure. 

Then he relented just long enough to wrap his arms around Gavras’s mid-section. He hauled Gavras’s body upside down. Masters waited for the fans to chant “PILE DRIVER!” flashed a cocky grin and dropped to his ass, plowing Gavras’s head into the the mat. The (apparent) Champ’s muscled body involuntarily flopped around the canvass as the crowd roared.

Danny was turned on by his domination of Gavras. The outline of his fat hard shaft and cut cock head were visible against the fabric of the white Speedo. Droplets of pre-cum appeared next to the location of his slit. He couldn’t wait to skull fuck Gavras with his battering ram of a cock. 

Masters went into a crab pose for the fans who now hollered “TAKE HIM OUT! TAKE HIM OUT!” Danny nodded his head and turned to see Gavras once again struggling to get onto his knees. His gray green eyes were glassy. His bell had been wrung. 

Masters looked to his corner and both The AsianMuscleGod and Master Han nodded. Han drew his hand across his throat for emphasis. Danny turned back to Gavras who once more raised his hands in prayer.

Then—lightning quick for such a large man—Masters spun 360 degrees around and SLAMMED his trailing white boot with blue laces into Gavras’s right temple. 

The (apparent) Champ fell sideways in a heap on the canvass. This time he wasn’t moving. Masters kicked Gavras onto his back then sat down straddling his 50” pecs. He began slapping the mat, alternating between his right and left hands as the masked ref counted “1….2….3….4….5….6….7….8….9….10!” 

DING! DING! DING! 

Dawson threw up his hands in victory up in the skybox, yelling “FUCK YEAH!”

Gavras still hadn’t moved. Danny raised his arms to celebrate his victory. AMG and Master Han smiled and applauded in the corner. Then Masters pulled down the front of his white Speedo. The crowd went wild at the sight of his hard, fat 7” cut cock and smooth balls. 

With his left hand, Danny cupped the back of OrangeMuscle’s head and pulled his face into the Amateur Bodybuilder’s mushroom head and nuts. He rubbed the cock head for several seconds against Gavras’s cheeks, smearing them with pre-cum, then pressed his balls against the Greek Jobber’s lips. Gavras’s eyes opened to see Masters looming over him. “Just the beginning for you, Bitch!” Masters taunted. “One more round, and I’ll be ramming my thick cock down your fucking throat!” The crowd went wild again, chanting “SKULL FUCK! SKULL FUCK!”

*  *  *  *  *

While the audience buzzed during the five minute intermission, Coach Stan collected the woozy (apparent) Champ and shepherded his wobbly frame back to his corner. While the Coach was uttering words of encouragement to OrangeMuscle, Danny Masters resumed showboating for the crowd. He had never been more full of himself—never more cocksure he would be Champ.

With the crowd distracted by Masters’ sculpted physique, Coach Stan pulled out a key and inserted his hand into Costa Gavras’s pouch. He unlocked the cock cage and pulled the chrome-colored cage free of his trainee’s Speedo. Gavras sighed as his 9.5” cock was freed. “Okay,” Stan whispered, “Now let’s see OrangeMuscle destroy this preening prick of a pretender!” 

Costa looked up and smirked “He won’t know what hit him, Coach!” Stan smiled and said “Perfect.”

(To be continued.)

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