Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine “Tino” Gavras (2)

Chapter Two

The Revenge Tour Begins

Shirtless and sweaty, Coach Stan stood in the corner of the practice ring in midtown manhattan.  It was located the 33rd floor—one floor below TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson’s midtown office.  The Coach had an impatient expression on his face.  He hadn’t wanted to be here.  But the boss had insisted upon it, asking him to train another new face in the gay wrestling underground.

Stan was your quintessential DILF.  Now 53, he sported a closely trimmed black goatee peppered with some specks of white.  He stood 6’1” and weighed 220 pounds.  His smooth ebony chest was 50” and his biceps were 20”.  The Coach took the most pride in his eight pack with deep cut ridges.  Inside his royal blue Speedo lurked his 8.5” cut cock.

The Coach raised his phone, revealing his trimmed black pit hair, and positioned himself to take a selfie.  He was impressed with his hunky physique—enough so to give himself a semi that began to press against the pouch of his Speedo.  Not many 53-year olds were hotter.  Before he could snap the pic, however, his mobile rang.  With a grimace, the Coach looked at the incoming ID, grimaced, and punched the accept button.

“Yeah, boss,” he said.

“Are they there yet?” Dandy Dawson asked.

“No and I’ve been waiting almost an hour.  I had things to do today, Mr. Dawson.”

Dandy replied, “I owe you one.  I told you I needed you to train this dude but the truth is I need you to size him up.  I’m not entirely sure he’s ready for the Tri-State Wrestling Fed.”

“Okay, boss, but I’m giving him only another five minutes.  Ronnie…er BlackAlpha is waiting on me at Sal’s gym.”

“Oh, how’s that reclamation project coming?” Dawson said with a hint of derision.

“Pretty good.  He’s got his swagger and confidence back.  His speed is good and he’s learned some new moves.  He’ll be ready for his triumphant comeback soon.”

Dawson grunted, “Hmmmph….well, we last saw him impaled on the AsianTitanBull’s 12” cock after getting demolished.  It would be a miracle to see the former Champ back.”

Coach Stan started to reply, “You will, boss….”  But the door to the practice ring room opened.  Stan could see the shape of a tall woman silhouetted against the light.  He could see she had long flowing hair around her broad shoulders and stood on high heels.

“Gotta go, Mr. Dawson.  Looks like a woman and your dude may be arriving.”

“Okay, Stan, just remember I want a full report.  Size up this supposed wrestler.”

“Yup,” the Coach responded and disconnected the call.

From the doorway, the woman let out a small laugh and said, in a low, gravely voice, “Now would that be the famous Coach Stan, trainer of champions, standing all alone in the ring?”

“Um, yes….Ms?”

“Miss Delilah DeLovely, Stanny,” the woman announced.

“Okay, Miss DeLovely,” the Coach replied, as he moved to the ropes nearest to the front of the ring, “Where’s your…your guy…your trainee?  Mr. Dawson wants me to try him out.”

“Oh, there will be time for that, I assure you,” Delilah said, “But as his agent and manager, I need to interview you first.”

Coach Stan arched an eyebrow—not having expected this.  As he watched DeLovely saunter into the room, her heels clicked on the wood floor.  She came into view, and Stan saw she stood at least 6’5” tall—and so was maybe 6’3” barefoot.

Delilah’s muscles were well-proportioned as her body tapered from broad shoulders to a narrow waistline.  Her long flowing hair was blonde contrasting with her caramel-colored complexion.  She wore silver eyeshadow, which highlighted her sparkling brown eyes and a ruby red lipstick.

Delilah DeLovely was well-endowed with at least size 40D breasts.  They jutted forward exposing ebony mounds and a large cleavage.  Her breasts giggled as she approached the ring.  She wore a tight black crop top, which exposed a cut six pack. Below her core was a black thong. Delilah wore nothing else except a silver scarf around her neck and two-inch shiny black heels.

Coach Stan could not take his eyes away from DeLovely’s crotch area.  Something heavy appeared to be pressing outward from her thong.  The Fabulous Vixen did a twirl as she approached the ring showing off her mountainous ebony ass cheeks, and Stan felt his cock twitch. She caught the Coach staring at her and she waggled a finger, “Now, now, Coach.”

She ascended the metal steps and slid into the ring.  Stan had walked backwards to center ring where DeLovely joined him face-to-face.  She peered down at the Coach with a devilish grin, “Stanny, are you the Coach who trained BlackAlpha to become an 11-time TSWF Champ?”

“Yes, that’s me,” the Coach responded with a grin.

“And are you the fellow who coached Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle aka The Greek Heel to become a Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champion?”

Stan beamed proudly, “Yep.  You could say I was the key to his brief success in the Fed.”

“You don’t say?” Delilah replied, somewhat incredulously, then continued, “That same night—the night Tino won the title—why were you no where to be seen when he was chloroformed by Hairy Brutus and then humiliated and fucked mercilessly at the hands of Brutus and Dandy Dawson?”

“I….  I uh….” Stan was wordless, surprised by the hostile question.

Delilah reached her right hand down to Stan’s chin and forced his face upward.  “And in Tino’s title defense match, am I correct that you double-crossed and ratted on your own trainee Tino and his twin brother Costa, which led to Tino’s humiliating loss to Danny Masters?”

“I….  I just stopped those two from cheating, Miss DeLovely.”  He wondered in his own mind where this was going.  Whichever way, it wasn’t friendly.

“It didn’t bother you that Tino and Costa, naked, were flung into a dumpster and sent packing back to Chicago?”

“Well….  UUUGGGHHH!”

Delilah had delivered a powerful sucker punch to Stan’s gut.  He doubled over, which forced his face into the Buxom Beauty’s ample cleavage.  DeLovely followed up by SLAMMING her right knee into the Coach’s bulge.  WHUMP SQUISH!  “AAAGGGHHH!”

The Coach slid downwards to his knees.  As he crumpled, his face ran across the bulge of Delilah’s thong.  Stan could feel the hardness of what lay underneath.  He groaned “What’s…. What’s this about?  Where’s the guy I’m supposed to train?”

“Oh, you’ll meet him real soon….Bitch!” DeLovely snarled.  She pulled back her left shoe and sent a fast kick into the Coach’s balls.  SQUISH!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”  DD followed that with a swift kick from her right shoe.  SQUISH!  “PLLLEEEASSEEE,” Stan begged.

Just then the door to the ring room opened and in strode a Mighty Gladiator in an orange robe.  “You got CoachBitch ready?” he sneered.

Smirking, DeLovely said, “We were just getting to know each other.  He’s becoming DD’s Bitch.”  She SLAMMED her right shoe into Stan’s pouch once more. SQUISH!  “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!”  Pain shot through the Coach’s nerve endings.

The Bearded Bodybuilder marched up the metal steps and slid into the ring.  He opened his orange robe and pulled it from his body, offering the discarded garment to Delilah.

Though in agony, Stan looked up to see the 6’2”, 250 pound muscle stud with piercing gray green eyes.  The Biblical Behemoth had long black hair and a full black beard.  His pecs were mountainous, at least 53” and his biceps around 24”.  Black fur covered his chest and abs then continued down his legs below his orange Speedo.  From the plumpness of the man’s bulge, Stan sensed he was semi-hard underneath his gear.

“Stanny,” Delilah said, “I give you your trainee—the one…the only…Samson!”

“Who…?” the Coach said slowly.

“Samson—the strongest wrestler you’ve ever met,” DeLovely said.  Still holding her client’s robe, she turned to Samson and said, “Why don’t you show Stanny a few moves?”

Samson smirked and reached down.  He yanked the Coach to his feet before scooping up his ebony body.  He held Stan close so the Coach could feel his curly hair and the hardness of his abs then dropped to one knee and SLAMMED the Coach’s back on his extended knee in an Over-The-Knee Backbreaker.  KRACHT!  “UUUGGGHHH!”

Samson’s right hand pushed down on Stan’s jaw while his left hand formed a claw and grabbed the Coach’s package.  He SQUEEZED and TWISTED Stan’s nuts.  The Coach screamed as his back was compressed and balls were abused.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

Delilah walked over to Samson and Stan.  She undid her silver scarf before tying it around the Coach’s neck.  “Something for my big strong man to hold onto,” she said with wink.

Samson grinned and pushed Stan off his knees onto the mat.  He reached down and grabbed the scarf—using it to haul the Coach to his feet.  Then turning away from Stan, the Biblical Behemoth yanked hard on the scarf and FLIPPED Stan over his right shoulder SLAMMING his back into the canvas.  BAM!  “UUUGGGHHH!!!”

The Coach’s muscled physique now writhed at Samson’s feet.  But within seconds, he was pulled upwards by the silver scarf and flipped over Samson’s left shoulder.  BAM!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  The Coach rolled around the mat.  All he could think about was that he had been set up.  But by who?  Delihah—most assuredly.  But Dandy Dawson too?

“Not done with you, Bitch,” Samson snarled as he leaned down and dragged the Coach upwards.  He slapped on a belly-to-belly BEAR HUG and squeezed with all his might.  “NNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”  The Coach’s muscular arms flailed over the Bearded Bodybuilder’s beefy shoulders.

As Stan gasped for breath in the suffocating hold, he felt the black curls of the fur surrounding Samson’s pecs and abs rub against his smooth eight pack.  Then he felt Samson’s hard package pressing into his royal blue Speedo.

The Mighty Macedon walked the Coach towards the corner.  Then revealing his raw strength, he lifted Stan’s body upwards and fired him into the turnbuckles.  CLANG!  On impact, the Coach’s back exploded in pain. He fell to his knees, breathing hard as he tried to replenish his lungs with oxygen.

Watching this from the opposite corner, Delilah adjusted her own bulge and commanded, “Show Stanny no mercy, my dear Samson!”

The Bearded Bodybuilder leaned down and grabbed the scarf that still hung around the Coach’s neck.  “Had enough CoachBitch?” Samson demanded.  The Coach looked startled, if not stunned.  The voice was familiar.  The taunting even more so.

“Tino?” Stan said meekly.  Samson ignored the Coach.  He yanked Stan to his feet and turned away from him.  Then he pulled on the scarf and DRAGGED the Coach’s body onto his back in a HANGMAN.  Wheezing sounds filled the arena. “EEEEHHHH!!!”  

“Oh, I’m not done with you.  I got more!” Samson sneered.

He dropped Coach Stan onto the canvass.  SPLAT!

Delilah appeared and reached down.  Her hands with long finger nails reached for the waistband of Stan’s royal blue Speedo.  She pulled down the gear, exposing the Coach’s trimmed black pubes and semi-hard 8.5” cut cock.  DeLovely stepped back.

With a cocky grin, Samson forced the Coach onto his feet once more.  This time, he dragged the muscular ebony body upward and onto his shoulders in a TORTURE RACK. “NO!  PLEASE, I BEG YOU, TINO!  NOOOOOOO!!!” Stan cried out.  

The Biblical Behemoth strutted around the ring with the Coach held aloft.  The Bearded Bodybuilder’s thick cock had stiffened further and a small wet spot appeared on the pouch of the orange Speedo.

Each step taken by Samson sent shock waves of pain through Stan’s body.  “SUBMIT BITCH!  SUBMIT TO ME NOW!!!”

“I GIVE!  GIVE!  GIVE!” came the Coach’s instantaneous reply.

“I GIVE…SIR!” Samson demanded.

“SIR!  I GIVE SIR!” Stan yelled in total submission.

Samson sneered, “FUCK YEAH!” and released the Coach’s body.  KERSPLAT!  

*    *    *    *    *

“Well?” Delilah DeLovely asked, after pausing the video on her iPad, “Need any further proof that Tino Gavras aka Samson is back and better than ever?”  She was still wearing her black crop and thong.  The silver scarf was now tied loosely around her neck.

TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson looked up from the TV monitor on his desk, “Impressive performance.  A real Heel.  But you sort of softened up the Coach with those ball kicks, don’t you think?”

DeLovely grinned, “Darling, I may do more of the same to Luis Cortez, your current Chump.”

“Okay,” the promoter said, “You’ve convinced me.  But I’m not letting Tino er Samson back into the TSWF without a loyalty pledge.  No more getting too big for his britches.  And no more face-fucking the boss.”

“Consider it done,” Delilah said, as she crossed her fingers behind her back.

“So what happened after Stan submitted?” Dawson asked.

DeLovely grinned and hit the play button.  It showed Delilah approaching Coach Stan who, naked, lay on his back at center ring.  She held a silver sequined bikini in one hand and shoved the Coach’s head through one of the leg holes.  The pouch of the bikini was upside down but read “DD’s Bitch.”  

Dawson glanced at DeLovely with a look of amazement.  “Hey, that’s the jock we forced Tino to wear when we….”  DeLovely laughed, “Well, it has a whole new meaning now, doll.  Stanny is my Bitch—Delilah DeLovely’s Bitch.”

On the iPad screen, DeLovely stepped between the Coach’s legs, leaned down, grabbed his ankles in each hand and sat backward.  DeLovely spread the Coach’s legs as she pulled them upwards.  Stan had been SPLADDLED.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”

For a moment, the camera was laser focused on the Coach’s hole, which was on display for all to see.  But then Samson stepped in front of the camera, blocking the view.

As Delilah continued to hold the Coach in place, the Biblical Behemoth pulled down his orange Speedo revealing his hairy butt cheeks but no more.  He leaned forward and braced himself on Stan’s calves.  The Coach could be heard whimpering in DeLovely’s grip, “Oh fuck, that’s so big…your big fucking cock.”

Samson said, “Payback’s a bitch, Stanny.  Now take my Alpha Cock, all of it!”  “OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” The Coach’s moans filled the ring as his canal was penetrated. The Mighty Gladiator appeared to bottom out and was soon thrusting his hips forward and back.  His ripped glutes flexed each time.

Soon the sound of Samson’s hairy balls slapping into Stan’s ass cheeks joined the Coach’s groans and grunts as he was fucked mercilessly.  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”WHAP!  “OH!”WHAP!  “OH!”WHAP!  “OH!”WHAP!  “OH!”  Delilah spread Stan’s legs even wider and cheered on her trainee, “That’s it, my Warrior Samson, fuck him hard!”

When it was finally over, Samson pulled up his orange Speedo and stepped to one side, Stan was still restrained in Delilah’s Spladle with the silver sequined bikini on his head, except cum now lined his goatee and face.  

The Mighty Gladiator had finished him off with a facial.  And Stan, evidently, had cum handsfree, as white spunk lined the ridges of his ebony eight pack.

DeLovely hit the pause button and smirked at Dandy, “Samson will fuck Chump Luis in a Spladle too except he’ll breed the Cocky Latino Teen Bodybuilder.  Just you wait.”

Dandy slowly nodded but inside he was worried that Tino Gavras would be coming for him as much as Luis Cortez.  What to do?

* * * * *

18 months earlier….

The dark-haired, smooth olive-skinned muscle hunk fell to his knees. He wore only his orange Speedo. His face was clean-shaven. He stared upwards with his green gray eyes.

The blonde-haired black woman looking down at him smiled. Slowly she reached her right hand inside the front of her black thong. Pausing, she said, “You know you want it.”

The Fabulous Vixen pulled a hard black cock through the side of her thong. It was at least 11” long. The base of the dick was very fat for three to four inches. Most men could never stretch their mouths to swallow such thickness. Then the cock narrowed until reaching a swollen mushroom head. It was nothing less than a large black spear.

She let the massive cock sway back and forth in front of Tino’s eyes. He appeared to be mesmerized. He started to lean forward and his tongue brushed into Delilah DeLovely’s “V” spot at the front of her cut cockhead.

SLAP! “UGH!” SLAP “UGH!”

Tino looked startled from having his face slapped.

”Did I give you permission, Bitch?” DeLovely said. Then she grinned and rubbed her smooth black balls against Gavras’s face.

She said, “Soon you will drink my powerful protein shake and you will let your black hair grow long. Both will make you the strongest man alive. Then you will return to New York City and together we will avenge your humiliation and take back what is rightfully ours!”

(To be continued.)