Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine "Tino" Gavras (4)

Chapter Four

Fight Night in Trenton and Dressing Room Debauchery

(Model for Cocky Luis Cortez)

The separate dressing room had been Delilah DeLovely’s idea. She was hardly modest but felt it was only fitting and proper for a lady like herself to have some privacy before Samson’s big title match against Luis Cortez.

Promoter Dandy Dawson had grudgingly agreed and found a separate room at the Trenton Arena. It was more a boiler room than a true dressing room—with exposed galvanized piping in the ceiling and along the walls, but Delilah had approved it.

DeLovely wanted to be alone for an additional reason, and that reason was fast approaching. She could hear the loud cheers and occasional jeers coming from the ring during the Tri-State Wrestling Fed undercard matches. She hoped the Mighty Gladiator Samson was watching the video of herself in the challenger’s locker room—the one that would both mesmerize and psych himself up for his bout against the cocky Champ.

Delilah sat in front of her make-up mirror, humming “Pink Pony Club” while putting the final touches on her silver eye lid make up. Around the Buxom Beauty’s neck was her silver scarf. She wore a tight black tank top that was cropped above her hard ebony abs. DeLovely also wore her black thong but nothing else. Her 2” heels were ready for action, located at the foot of her vanity. Something prompted her to raise her muscled arms and double bi-flex at herself. She loved her 22” biceps and smooth armpits.

The Devious Diva had just placed her blonde wig on her head when there was a knock on her dressing room door. With a knowing grin, Delilah said to herself, “Right on time,” and reached down into her black leather bag.

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Dandy Dawson looked down on the raucous crowd from his skybox in the Trenton Arena. He knew there would be some “Tino” fans from the past showing up to cheer on their favorite Greek Heel. He wondered if they would be surprised by Gavras’s extra muscle and decidedly hairy look.

The title match had been billed as a Heel v. Heel bout between the 19-year old Champ, the Latino Bodybuilder Luis Cortez, and the Mighty Gladiator Samson. But word had leaked quickly that Samson was really Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle in a comeback attempt after his humiliation at Dawson's and Brutus's hands (and cocks).

Dawson was dressed in his trademark silver suit with a light blue collared shirt. He wore his blonde and silver hair short and kept his silver goatee trimmed. The promoter had on his bright blue briefs.

When the match was over—and Luis had successfully defended his title— Dandy thought it might be fun for Brutus and he to have another go at Tino—they would plug both his holes once more and stencil “Bitch Boy” and “Cock Whore” in his hairy chest and abs. The very thought of owning Gavras again made his perfectly shaped 7.5” cock swell inside his briefs.

As the crowd buzzed, Dawson looked down at the ring. The announcer Vern Wonder rested against the turnbuckles in one corner. Dandy nodded his head, and Wonder began striding to center ring. The Trenton fans immediately erupted in cheers, knowing that the title match was about to begin. Chants of “LUIS!!!” and “LC!!!” broke out, along with “TINA! TINA!”

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Sitting on a bench in the Champ's dressing room, Luis Cortez watched the ring action on a flat screen monitor. Standing behind him was 6’7” 280 pound Brutus.  

The Hairy Giant was kneading Cortez’s broad shoulders. He had poured oil over the Champ’s upper torso. Soon, his large hands were massaging Luis’s smooth, creamy walnut chest with his dark brown nips. The Brazilian Hunk raised Cortez’s arms and brushed the oil into the black hair of his armpits—eliciting a soft moan from the Champ as he watched the TV.

Cortez was geared up in a white, almost translucent Speedo. On the rear were the capital letters “LC” in red. He wore matching red boots with white laces. He wore a white poser underneath the Speedo. Hanging on a hook near him was the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Championship belt. 

Brutus wore his usual black Speedo but large letters spelled out “BRUTUS” in white on his backside. The Brazilian Behemoth’s round ass cheeks barely fit in the trunks. While he rubbed more oil into Cortez’s 52” pecs, his bulge began to swell. His uncut Anaconda was semi-hard. 

“Fans love you Champ!” Brutus said in his heavily accented voice. Luis glanced back and up at the massive, fur-coated pecs of his temporary bodyguard. He winked, “Of course, they are. I’m their Alfa.” The crowd was continuing to chant “LC” as Vern Wonder raised the mic to his mouth.

“HORNY FANS OF TRENTON!!!” the veteran ring announcer bellowed, “ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT’S TITLE MATCH?” The crowd erupted in loud cheers and chants of “READY!!!” and “LUIS!!!” broke out.

“Watch this,” Luis said, as he anticipated the introduction of his opponent.

Wonder continued, “AND NOW, APPROACHING THE RING, STANDING AT 6’2” AND WEIGHING A WHOPPING 250 POUNDS, WITH 53” PECS AND 24” BICEPS, THE HAIRIEST AND SUPPOSEDLY STRONGEST MUSCLE HUNK IN THE TSWF…ACCOMPANIED BY HIS MANAGER, THE BUXOM BEAUTY, MISS DELILAH DELOVELY…HERE'S YOUR MIGHTY GLADIATOR, SAMSON!!!”

Jeers broke out immediately. The curtains at the back of the arena parted and Miss DeLovely sauntered forward in her black, cropped tank top, silver scarf, black thong, and 2” high black heels. Around her waist was a silver utility belt. Her long blonde hair draped across her broad shoulders. Her size 40D breasts pushed out the front of her tank top and jiggled as she moved. 

Grinning, she began to blow kisses at the booing audience. Watching from his dressing room, Luis looked shocked. He said to himself, “Puta, what the fuck?”  

Brutus glanced away from the monitor to the Champ, “Why? Are you surprised to see her?” Mesmerized by the manager’s entrance, Cortez just continued to mumble “Puta…puta.”

Then it was Samson’s turn. He strode through the curtains and stood at the top of the ramp. Chants of “TINA! TINA! TINA!” filled the hall. But the Biblical Behemoth just smiled. He wore an orange robe and boots. His long black hair was pulled back in a pony tail. His gray green eyes and thick black beard stood out. He turned to one side and flexed his 24” right bicep, which did elicit a few cheers that were quickly drowned out.

As the Mighty Gladiator began walking towards the ring following Delilah’s path, Brutus said, “Showtime, Champ!” Cortez rose, and the Brazilian Hunk wrapped the title belt around Luis’s 32” waist and fastened it. On the screen, Delilah had paused on the ring apron and pushed down the top rope, which Samson stepped over and into the ring.

Luis wondered what had happened to his Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge. The Fabulous Vixen had appeared after all. The Bitch wasn’t neutralized. But he kept those thoughts to himself. He paused in front of the full-length mirror to gaze upon his muscled and oiled physique. The Champ’s 11” uncut cock began to thicken making the pouch of his white Speedo bulge.

Finally, he said, “Time to turn Tino into Puta Tina."  “Fuck yeah,” responded Brutus, and both hunks walked out of the dressing room to the backstage area.

Inside the Trenton Arena, the crowd continued to boo the challenger. Delilah moved behind Samson at center ring and slowly peeled off his orange robe. Audible gasps were heard as the audience gazed upon the hairy upper torso of the Mighty Gladiator dressed only in a tight orange Speedo and matching orange boots with white laces.. His olive-skin was largely camouflaged by the heavy coat of black fur. He began flexing his 53” pecs, first the right one, followed by the left one, and so on. 

Samson then raised both arms, flexing his huge biceps and exposing the black bushes in his armpits. The display of strength led to a few cheers of “SAMSON!” Delilah pointed at the peaks of the flexing contender’s ceps and ran her silver-painted fingernails along them. As she did this, DeLovely mouthed “OOOHHH LA LA” at the Trenton crowd.

Up in the skybox, Dandy Dawson grinned. Truth be told, he got a kick out of the Ebony Princess. In their brief encounters, he had noticed the big bulge below in her thong and couldn’t help but wonder about the size of her hidden member. 

Vern Wonder raised his mic once more, “OKAY GENTS, IT’S TIME TO INTRODUCE YOUR CHAMPION!!!” The crowd switched from mostly boos to loud whoops and cheers.  

“HE CAME FROM NO WHERE TO DEFEAT EARL ‘THE FREAK’ GLEASON. NOT EVEN 20-YEARS OLD, STANDING 6’1 AND WEIGHING 215 POUNDS, THE COCKIEST MUSCLE STUD IN THE TSWF WHO TURNS ALPHAS INTO PUTAS….ACCOMPANIED BY HIS GUEST MANAGER, BRUTUS FROM BRAZIL, I GIVE YOU, YOUR CHAMP….LUIS CORTEZ!!!”

Pandemonium broke out in the arena as the curtains parted and Cortez strutted out. His oiled, creamy walnut complexion glistened in the glare of the spotlight. Behind him was the Brazilian Brute with a fierce look of determination.  

Luis paused before moving towards the ring. He soaked up the adulation of the crowd then pointed to Samson in the ring. Cortez slowly drew his right hand across his throat showing his intention to dismantle the Mighty Gladiator and causing the fans to go wild.

The Champ flashed a big smile and marched down the ramp way, with Brutus following closely behind. The two muscle studs walked up the metal stairs and slid into the ring between the top and middle ropes. They walked to center ring where Samson and DeLovely waited. Cortez kept his eyes locked on Samson’s muscled physique until the Champ and Contender stood face-to-face and toe-to-toe. 

With the fans chanting “LC! LC! LC!” the Champ raised his arms and double bi-flexed at the Biblical Behemoth. He smirked, “Puta Tina, I’ve been waiting for this moment!” Then he looked sideways at Delilah DeLovely who was facing off against Hairy Brutus. He whispered, “My Dad and Uncle better be okay, Bitch, or I’m coming for you after I take care of your Puta.”

The Fabulous Vixen laughed and cupped the bulge of her black thong. “Oh, doll, the things we’re going to do to you.”

The referee entered the ring and quickly moved between the combatants and their managers. He unfastened Luis’s title belt and pulled it free from his waist. Some sighs were heard as the crowd took in the imprint of Cortez’s 11” uncut cock in the pouch of his white Speedo. It was clear the Champ was semi-hard.

With Vern Wonder holding the mic by his face, the referee explained, “Okay, guys and Miss DeLovely, this is a no holds barred match for the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Championship. It's a best two out of three falls match. A fall is only by KO or an accepted submission. Got it?”

Samson who hadn’t spoken looked at Cortez as he said, “Yeah, it won’t take three falls.” Luis snickered as he said, “On this, I agree with Puta Tina.”

The referee then motioned Cortez and Samson back to their respective corners to await the bell.

For a moment, Delilah DeLovely remained at center ring. She asked Wonder for the mic. To a smattering of boos, DeLovely said, “Earlier this evening I was paid a visit by the Champ’s Daddy and Uncle. You’re probably all wondering” (she looked at Vern to acknowledge her pun) “what happened to those fine specimens…and I mean fine.” 

After pausing--then with a wink--the Buxom Beauty added, “Let’s just say they’re all tied up right now.” She dropped the mic into Wonder’s waiting hands and went to Samson’s corner.

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Carlos and Jorge Cortez had approached Delilah’s dressing room wearing only red Speedos. One read “Carlos” on the back while the other read “Jorge” in white lettering.  

The 42-year old identical twin bodybuilders had jet black wavy hair and smooth brown skin. They had won several bodybuilding contests over the years and remained in peak shape.

Carlos was 6’2” and weighed 240 pounds. He had a 53” chest and 22” biceps. Luis’s Dad had a six pack and 34” beefy quads. Jorge also stood 6’2” but weighed slightly less at 235 pounds. His 51” pecs were smaller but still impressive. He too had 22” ceps. Luis’s Uncle could boast of an eight pack and, like his brother, 34” quads. Both bodybuilders were hung. They both had thick 9” uncut cocks.

Each muscle hunk had carried a coil of ropes as Carlos knocked on DeLovely’s dressing room door. Without waiting for a response they had entered. They saw the broad and muscled back of DeLovely as she rose from the chair in front of her vanity. Without her heels, Delilah was still quite tall at 6’3”. The back of her black thong disappeared into her ass crack between her caramel-colored cheeks.

“I’ve been waiting for you, gentlemen,” she almost purred as she slowly turned to face Carlos and Jorge. In her right hand was a taser gun. DeLovely didn’t hesitate. She pulled the trigger and tased Carlos’s 53” pecs. The big bodybuilder cried out in pain and his muscled body spasmed as he fell to his knees. Soon he was writhing on the floor of the dressing room at DeLovely’s feet. Jorge shouted “Carlos, what the….” but the Devious Diva pointed the taser at the pouch of his red Speedo and pulled the trigger. Luis’s Uncle screamed in agony as his body began to shake uncontrollably. He fell on top of his beefy twin brother as he convulsed.

Minutes later the scene in the dressing room was quite different....

DeLovely had stripped each stud of his red Speedo. She had hogtied Jorge with his own rope, exposing his big brown ass cheeks.  

Naked Carlos was on his knees. His wrists were bound by rope and pulled upwards in a “V” shape where they were tied to galvanized piping in the exposed ceiling. His 9” cock dangled uselessly downward below his hairless pubic area.

As the two men regained consciousness, DeLovely moved in front of Carlos. He realized he was eye level with the massive bulge in her black thong. The pouch seemed to be growing larger and larger. Delilah smirked, “That wasn’t very nice of you two. I think it’s time to make amends, don’t you?”  

Carlos grimaced, still in pain. He felt DeLovely’s hands on the back of his head as his face was pushed into the Fabulous Vixen's growing package. He felt the hardness of her shaft and inhaled her strangely masculine scent.

As she rubbed her crotch into Carlos’s face, DeLovely said, “Oh, Carlos, you’re going to prove yourself to me!” She let go off his head and slowly pulled down the front of her thong. Her huge black spear of a cock sprung upwards in front of Carlos’s face. Her pubic area and balls were entirely smooth. Carlos could see her mushroom head and veiny shaft. He realized the shaft was much fatter at its base. The big dick swayed back and forth in front of his eyes like a metronome. It was at least 11” long. 

Carlos gulped as Delilah’s hands grabbed his wavy black hair and yanked his face forward. “You’re gonna fucking take my cock, Bitch,” Delilah suddenly snarled. All of her femininity was gone. Her voice was deep and gravelly. “Open that mouth, cocksucker!” she demanded.  

Luis’s Dad did as he was ordered and felt the swollen head move past his lips. She plunged it inside, gagging the Champ’s Dad. “GGG-WWW-OOO-CCC-KKK!!!” His mouth stretched ever wider as his face neared the base of the big black spear.

His lips were still three to four inches shy of Delilah’s root. She snickered, again in that low masculine voice, “And now, Carlos, you’re about to be well and truly impaled on my big black cock." She thrust her hips upward and Carlos’s mouth was forced downward. His eyes bulged and his nose felt the hardness of her pubic bone. 

The Devious Diva began rocking her hips while maintaining her grip on Carlos’s black hair. Delilah sneered, “That’s it, Bitch. Stay on it. All of it!!!” More gagging sounds filled the dressing room as DeLovely skull-fucked Carlos—never letting him pull off her huge rod. 

Jorge was positioned so that he could see his brother’s mouth and throat being dominated but, hogtied, could do nothing about it. 

Carlos’s 9” cock began to rise as he was manhandled—a pearl of pre-cum appeared at his slit once his cock head pushed through his foreskin. Delilah smirked, “Look at you, all needy and horny." She added, "Who’s the Puta now?”  More pre-cum began spurt from Carlos’s cock, dripping down the sides of his thick shaft.

Delilah taunted, “Time for Mother’s milk, wouldn’t you say?” With that, she RAMMED her spear deep into Carlos’s throat and held his head in place. Her body trembled as she went over the edge. Cum began to pour from the sides of Carlos’s mouth as he couldn’t keep up with the volume of her load. His own cock shot ropes of cum upwards, which puddled on the floor by his knees.

“I’ll be back later,” DeLovely said as she tucked her big dick back inside her thong, adding, “I have some unfinished business with Uncle Jorge’s hole. But for now, I have a match to attend and a TSWF championship to celebrate.”

(To be continued.)