Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine "Tino" Gavras (3)

Chapter Three

Dandy Dawson's Back Up Plans

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter Dandy Dawson exclaimed incredulously, “You think you can defend your title against The Mighty Gladiator--the Biblical Behemoth--Samson without your Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge in your corner?”

At the loud commotion, customers at Leo’s Casa Calamari in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn turned their heads to watch the animated Dawson pointing his right index finger into Luis Cortez’s 52" left pec for emphasis.  The Latino Teen Bodybuilder was wearing a tight white muscle shirt over his smooth muscled upper torso along with matching gym shorts.  His big nipples were visibly outlined in the fabric.  Dark sunglasses covered his eyes.

“Samson?  Ha!  You mean Puta Tina Gavras, Dandy,” Cortez said dismissively.  He continued, “I’ve seen the photos.  The ones taken after Tina was humiliated and defiled all night long by you and Brutus from Brazil.  You know the ones showing “Bitch Boy” and Cock Whore” in a black Magic Marker on the Chump’s chest.  I ain’t worried about him.”

Dawson sighed, “He had to be chloroformed to end up in that position.  Anyhow, I’ve seen recent footage of Tino er Samson in action.  He looks nothing like he did almost two years ago.  He’s fucking strong as an ox, and a nasty piece of work.  He’s…he’s had a complete transformation.”

“Once a Puta always a Puta,” Luis snickered, “Like I said…I ain’t worried.”

Dawson reached for another lightly fried calamari, dipped it in the garlic aioli and swallowed it down.  “Look, Luis, I have only your best interests at heart.  I want you to be successful in defending your title.  And Samson…he’ll not be a pushover.  And wait until you meet his manager.”

“Ha!” Cortez interrupted, “I heard.  A woman.  Some black chick named Delilah DeLovely.”

“Yeah, but she’s formidable, son.  6’5” in high heels.  Some call her the Buxom Beauty.  Others nicknamed her the Fabulous Vixen or the Devious Diva.”

The 19-year old Teen Bodybuilder arched an eyebrow and slowly peeled off his sunglasses revealing his sultry blue gray eyes.  “Is she….a drag queen?”

Dandy nodded, “Yeah, and between us, drag queens are often Alpha Heel Tops.  Delilah may wear the pants in the family, if you get my drift.”

Luis nodded, “Good to know.”  He smirked, “Maybe I’ll have Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge pay her a visit before the match.  Kind of…neutralize her.”

Dawson thought for a moment, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary if you take my advice.”

“What’s that?” Luis asked.

The silver-haired promoter grinned as the whole discussion was going according to his plan, “My thought was to psych out Samson with a special guest manager in your corner.  Someone who’ll bring back all his demons and have your back if needed.”  He paused and lifted his face to gaze above Cortez.

Cortez leaned across the table, “Hmmmm, Dandy, and who’s that?”  The Champ saw Dawson look up and felt a big physical presence behind him.  He turned in his chair.

Looking down from his 6’7”, 280 pound frame was none other than the Ultimate Alpha—Brutus from Brazil.  His piercing green eyes bore down on the Champ.  He had longish black hair but not a man bun as in the past. His black beard was more a deep shadow.  

Truth be told, Brutus was not as hairy as in the past.  It had taken him the better part of a year to grow back his hair after being shaved clean.  That humiliation had followed his surprising defeat—caused by Master Han and some green potion blown from his mouth—to Earl “The Freak” Gleason.

Under his tight fitting black shirt and pants, Brutus’s 55” pecs and rock hard abs were covered again in black fur but he kept them and his armpits and pubic areas manscaped so his definition could be seen.  Inside his black briefs was the Brazilian Beast’s 12” uncut cock—the Anaconda.

As Luis stared upwards, a grin spread across the Hairy Behemoth’s face.  “I will be there, Little Man, to make sure the Big Bad Samson does not defeat and fuck you.”

“Ay Cabron!” Luis exclaimed as he rose to stand toe-to-toe with Brutus, “I’m not your Little Man.  Got it, Puta?”   

“Now, now,” Dandy Dawson said hurriedly and rose himself to stand between the Champ and the would-be Brawny Bouncer.  Dawson gently pressed his palms against each man’s chest to move them backwards.

Luis couldn’t hold back, “Why the fuck would I trust this Puta?  He lost to Earl Gleason, and I defeated The Freak for my Tri-State Wrestling Fed title!”

“Hey punk,” Brutus responded, “If you saw that match, you’d know that Gleason won because of the cheating bastard, Master Han.  I was destroying him until Han interfered.”

“Yeah, yeah, Puta, whatever excuse you want to give…” Cortez said sarcastically.

“Luis…Champ!” Dawson broke in, “Brutus is solid.  He’ll be in your corner.  Hell, he’ll even spit roast Samson with you following your victory!”  Chills ran up the promoter’s spine as he visualized the Mighty Gladiator on all fours getting rammed by Cortez’s 11” uncut cock while being face fucked by Brutus’s 12" Anaconda.  The streaming revenues would go through the roof!

Cortez thought about it for a moment then began nodding his head.  Dawson was devious, and his back up plan work. He moved forward and embraced Brutus in a bro hug.  The bigger 6’7” Brawny Brazilian engulfed the 6’1” 215 pound Latino Teen Bodybuilder.

Cortez felt the hardness of the Brawny Bouncer’s 55” chest, broad shoulders and 24” biceps.  And…his cock.

The Hairy Behemoth’s 12” member was definitely stiff underneath his black pants.  Luis had never been fucked.  And the Champ shuddered at the thought of Brutus possibly plowing his virgin hole someday.  But then his own cock began to thicken in his tight white gym shorts.

The two men continued to hug—longer than either of them had expected. The crowd at Leo's Casa Calamari whooped and hollered at the sight.

When they finally stepped back, Cortez winked and said, “Tell you what.  I’ll let Brutus back me up and, when I win, I’ll give him a title match.  The one Master Han denied him.”

The Brazilian Behemoth grinned broadly.  He was gonna ask Dawson for a title match if Luis won and now the Latino Teen Bodybuilder was offering it to him.

Dandy smiled as well, “So it’s settled.  Brutus will be in Luis’s corner.  He’ll keep Delilah DeLovely from interfering and then join in the fun during ‘stakes.’”

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“I smell a rat,” Uncle Jorge said when Luis had given him a download on his dinner with Dawson and Brutus at Leo’s Casa Calamari.  

Wearing only a towel around his 32" waist, the Champ was sitting on a bench in the men’s locker room of Sal’s Bay Ridge gym surrounded by his Dad Carlos and Uncle.  

“Yeah, Jorge,” Carlos chimed in, “Me too.”  He stared down at shirtless Luis, “I don’t care what Dawson said.  Jorge and I are gonna pay a little visit to that Buxom Beauty the day of the match.  Don’t be surprised to see Tina er the Mighty Gladiola alone when he is introduced as your challenger.”

Luis smirked, “Okay…but make sure you fuck her good.  Tell her it was a welcome gift from the Champ.  Just for her.  Two size 9” cocks stuffed in both her holes.”

Carlos and Jorge laughed but their big uncut cocks began to harden in their black Speedos.  They were sure Miss DeLovely wouldn’t forget their visit.

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After his Dad and Uncle had departed, Luis found himself alone in the locker room.  He had trained hard that morning and was still soaked in sweat.  The Champ stood and let his towel fall to the floor.  Naked, he walked to the full length mirror.

With the hint of a smile, he began posing for himself, raising both muscled arms in a double bicep flex.  He let his black pit hair grow—unlike his totally smooth Dad and Uncle.  The hair contrasted with his creamy walnut complexion.  His 22” biceps had perfect peaks.  He transitioned into a crab pose and watched his 52” pecs flex around his dark brown nips.

His 11” uncut cock became semi-hard.  Because he was actually “half-cut,” the swollen head was already protruding from his foreskin.  Maybe he would take care of that in the shower.  

His thoughts wandered back to his hug with black-haired Brutus and the feel of the Ultimate Alpha’s monster cock.

Luis closed his eyes and imagined the much bigger bodybuilder enveloping his body from behind.  He could feel the hard thick rod slide into his crack as the Hairy Behemoth kissed his neck and massaged his smooth chest.  Cortez moaned as he thought of the head of the Anaconda bumping into his pucker.  What would it feel like?

Still closing his eyes, Cortez let his right hand slide across his smooth abs down into his black pubes and surround the base of his now fully erect cock.  He began to stroke it as he imagined the green-eyed Brazilian Behemoth beginning to push forward.  The head of the 12” uncut cock breached Luis’s outer ring.  He sighed at the thought of being taken by the Ultimate Alpha.  He had never experienced such thoughts but Brutus was magnetic.  He could even imagine the Brazilian’s sweaty masculine smell.

Then Luis’s mind switched gears.  He conjured up Brutus on all fours in the ring.  Luis had just defeated him to defend his title.  The Hairy Behemoth had submitted, and Luis moved behind him.  

After spitting on his right hand and sliding it up and down Brutus’s hairy crack, Luis guided his hard 11” cock to the Brazilian’s hole and pressed in—going balls deep in a matter of seconds as Brutus grunted.  Cortez imagined slamming into Brutus over and over again—slapping his balls against hairy ass cheeks. He could almost feel the Hairy Brazilian clenching down on his big cock, pumping and massaging it.

"UNGH!!!" Cum rocketed from Luis’s cock.  He opened his eyes to see rope after rope of white jizz splash against the full length mirror.  He watched as his muscular body spasmed in pleasure.  Would Brawny Brutus be his undoing?  Would the Brazilian Hunk deflower Luis Cortez or would the Champ claim the Ultimate Alpha’s hole at center ring?

But first things first.  That meant defeating Samson or, as his Dad had called him, The Mighty Gladiola, and putting the Fabulous Vixen in her place. With Brutus in Luis’s corner, what could go wrong?

(To be continued.)