Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine “Tino” Gavras (1)

Chapter One

The door to Daddy Dom Sal’s ring room in Bay Ridge swung open.  In marched two brown skinned, 40-something bodybuilders in tight white tank tops.  Both had wavy jet black hair and twinkling brown eyes.  

“Champ!” they yelled in unison as they approached the ring.  There sat Luis Cortez, the Latino Teen Bodybuilder and now the Champion of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation.  He had plopped himself down on the apron with his muscled quads and calves dangling off it.

Cortez did not look up to greet his father Carlos or his Uncle Jorge.  He was engrossed in watching a video on his mobile phone.  The Champ was dressed only in a tight white poser, which barely contained his very large—11”—uncut cock and balls.  His creamy walnut complexion glistened in the ring lights.  Sweat from his workout dripped from his torso onto the apron.  

Now about to turn 20, Luis stood 6’1” and weighed 215 pounds—15 pounds heavier than when he had won the TSWF title.  He now had 52” pecs with dark brown nips and 22” biceps.  His broad back still tapered to a 32” waist and 33” quads.  He had a mop of curly black hair on top of his head with fade cuts surrounding the sides, which made his floppy ears stand out.

Luis was snickering into his phone as his Dad and Uncle drew close.  “Such a pandejo!” the Champ observed.  He turned his grinning face and piercing gray blue eyes towards the Bodybuilder Twins.  Then he showed them the screen on his mobile.  A video was playing--a wrestling video in fact.  

The curtains at the back of an arena parted and out walked a beast of a man with black hair and a matching beard.  He held another smaller, but muscled figure in a Full Nelson.  Both men were naked and, as the Hairy Beast turned sideways, it became clear the smaller wrestler was impaled on his monster cock.  The bottom’s cock was locked up in a chrome-colored cage.  Luis almost sneered as he said, “My worthy opponent.  What a joke.  Caged and taking all 12” of Brutus’s big dick.”

Carlos and Jorge chuckled.  Both Alpha Males stood 6’2” and weighed 235 pounds.  They kept their brown muscular bodies entirely smooth, which made their impressive 9” uncut cocks look huge when hard.  But they were beaten in the dick department by Luis’s uncut monster.  And Luis, unlike his Dad and Uncle, let his black pit hair and pubic hair grow, although he manscaped to keep those areas neat.

What a ride it had been for the Latino Teen Bodybuilder.  He, his Dad and Uncle had defeated Officer Bill Davenport, his son Tommy Jay and his fraternal twin Lionel in a tag team match that had gone viral.  It had come to the attention of Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter Dandy Dawson who on a whim signed young Luis to a title match against Earl “The Freak” Gleason.  In the end, it was Earl who submitted to Cortez and was fucked mercilessly.

Now living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, Luis Cortez was the talk of the gay wrestling fans.  His Dad and Uncle were as well, and they had developed a reputation for mind-fucking Luis’s opponents.  Cortez had gone on to defend his title twice in the past month and appeared unstoppable.  His cockiness had grown with each victory.  Some speculated Cortez would eclipse BlackAlpha’s record of winning the title 11 times in a row.  Most recently, he had been featured in a “DNA” magazine photo shoot.

“I’ve been thinking,” Cortez mused.  “Yes, my hijo?” Carlos replied.  “Yeah, I really don’t need you guys at ringside for my next match.  This Tino Gavras is a submissive puta.  The crowd was chanting ‘TINA’ in his last match against Danny Masters.”  

Luis fiddled with his phone and again turned the screen towards the Twin Bodybuilders.  The video showed the Asian-American hunk Masters and Hairy Brutus gorilla pressing Tino and his twin brother Costa above their heads then flinging the well-fucked jobbers into a dumpster.  It ended with Dandy Dawson proclaiming “Adios Bitches!”  

Carlos and Jorge looked concerned.  “But Luis,” his father began, “This Tino was once called The Greek Heel.  He decimated and humbled several wrestlers before being broken by Dawson and his henchman Brutus from Brazil.  Used a trademark phrase ’Had enough?’ before forcing jobbers to submit.   Have you seen the video of his match against BlackAlpha?”  

Cortez smirked, “Yeah, the former Champ was already a has-been.”  Jorge interjected, “Rumor has it BlackAlpha is training with his old mentor Stan and preparing for a comeback.  You might have to face him someday.”  The thought actually made Luis’s cock begin to swell inside his poser.  The Latino Teen Bodybuilder had made his Heel reputation defeating and fucking huge muscled black Alphas, including Earl Gleason and Officer Bill Davenport.  BlackAlpha did not worry him in the least.

“Anyway,” Cortez said, “Daddy and Uncle Jorge, I don’t need your help against OrangeMuscle.  You can attend the match, of course, but not at ringside.  Maybe join Dandy in his skybox?  I want this pandejo all to myself!”  Placing his phone down on the apron, Luis raised his muscular arms and flexed his 20” biceps at the Twin Bodybuilders, revealing his black pit hair.

Carlos just shook his head.  His son was cocky but, truth be told, he had every right to be.  Carlos couldn’t see how Tino Gavras stood a chance against his boy, the Latino Teen Bodybuilder.

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A few weeks earlier….

Dawson’s mobile phone on his nightstand buzzed. He looked over and saw the screen. He could hardly believe the caller ID. It read: “Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle.” The 312 area code was indeed for Chicago.  

Dandy hit the accept button. “Tino? Is that you?”

A woman’s deep voice said, “No honey, it’s Delilah DeLovely.”

“Delilah?” Dawson said quizzically, “Is this some sort of joke?”

“Oh not a joke, Dandy,” the woman replied, “I’m actually his manager and he no longer uses the name Tino Gavras or OrangeMuscle.”

“Really?” the promoter said.

“Yes, honey.  He’s been my personal rehabilitation project.  And what a project!  You and Brutus broke him thoroughly.  It’s taken the better part of a year to restore his confidence and swagger.”

“You don’t say,” Dawson said, his interest clearly piqued.

“Yes, and he’s stronger than ever.  He’s ready to return to the Tri-State Wrestling Fed and reclaim his title.”

Dawson thought for a moment.  He needed to come up with Luis Cortez’s next opponent.  While he had personally banished Tino and his twin brother to Chicago, he could reverse that decision.  And there were enough Tino fans that he would have no trouble selling out the Trenton Arena.

The silver-haired promoter felt his 7.5” cut cock swelling inside his slacks.  He was warming to the idea of bringing Tino back and skull fucking him once more.  He could almost see Gavras’s pleading gray green eyes as Dandy buried his perfectly shaped dick in his throat.  That vision never got old.

“Can you send me a recent pic?” Dawson asked, “I need to make sure he’s in top shape. Our fans will demand that.”

“Sure, doll,” Delilah responded.  Seconds later, Dawson’s cell phone chirped, notifying him of an incoming text.

With Tino’s manager still on the phone, Dandy opened his messages and saw the photo.  The olive-skinned man staring back at him with piercing gray green eyes was wearing a tight orange Speedo but in all other respects looked nothing like Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle.  He had a thick black beard and long black hair.  A furry coat of jet black hair covered his chest and abs.

The man was about 6’2” but appeared to weigh as much as 250 pounds—more than 35 pounds heavier than Tino had weighed.  His pecs were larger, too, probably around 53”.  He was flexing both his large biceps, which were at least 24”.  His pits were full of more black hair.  His legs were hairy as well.  He looked more like Brutus from Brazil than Tino Gavras.

“Drumroll please,” Delilah said dramatically, “I give you, the once and future Champ of the TSWF!  I give you….SAMSON!”

(To be continued.)