Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine "Tino" Gavras (6)

Chapter Six

Round Two in Trenton

The Trenton Arena crowd had totally switched sides and was delirious. Samson still straddled Luis’s body. He finally pushed Luis’s face away from his bulging crotch. Then the Mighty Gladiator raised both his 24” biceps and flexed over Cortez. His dark black pit hair glistened with his sweat. All in the audience could see that Gavras’s Speedo-clad cock was rock hard. His cut head was straining against his waistband.

With the crowd cheering, Samson dropped his dominant pose and stood up. He returned to his corner. Stepping into the ring past him, Delilah carried two placards. Smiling, she sauntered around the ring in a circle. Her first poster board read in large block letters “SECOND ROUND.” With an even bigger grin, she moved the other placard in front of the first. It read “THE FINAL ROUND.”

Cortez slowly struggled to his feet. His soft 11” uncut cock and balls still hung outside his white poser eliciting some laughter from the fans. Luis jammed his oversized equipment back inside the pouch. It was only then that he noticed Hairy Brutus upside down in a tree of woe in his corner. The Brazilian Brute was trying to unhook his legs from the ropes only to realize that his ankles were cuffed to the middle rope.

As the Champ shook his head attempting to clear it of cobwebs, he no longer looked so cocky. Round One had been a decimation. Doubt had started to creep in.

Up in his skybox, TSWF promoter Dawson was determined to put his second back-up plan into action. He punched a number into his mobile and called it. 

Coach Stan answered almost immediately. “Boss?” he said. “Yes Coach, I need you to get to the ring right away.” “Okay,” the Black Daddy replied with some hesitation. After being ball-busted by DeLovely and demolished and fucked by Samson and his torpedo-shaped 9.5” cock a few days earlier, Stan was not anxious to see either of them again. Then again, getting payback would be sweet.

“Oh and Stan?” Dawson said, “Bring some form of restraint if you get my drift.”

“I can do that,” the Coach said.

“One other thing. Stop by Delilah’s dressing room on your way. Something’s not quite right.” 

“Will do, boss.”

Dawson saw he had a call coming in from the control room. He let Stan go and answered it. “Yes,” he said. The voice on the other end said simply, “Ready to roll, Mr. Dawson.”

Dandy grinned and checked his watch. The five minute intermission was over. The crowd was buzzing again, anticipating the second round. The silver-haired promoter nodded down at Vern Wonder to ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Luis Cortez tried to paste on a cocky grin but he looked wary as he walked out of his corner. Instead of heading to center ring, the Latino Teen Bodybuilder moved next to the adjacent ropes. 

Suddenly, Samson sprinted towards Cortez, showing amazing speed for a 250 pound muscle hunk. Luis backed up a step until he was leaning against the top rope. The Mighty Gladiator had raised his right arm and he SLAMMED it into Cortez’s 52” pecs. The impact sent the Champ somersaulting backwards, over the top rope, and onto the padded floor below. SPLAT! 

The Trenton crowd erupted in cheers. Luis rolled around on the floor. When he came to a stop on his back, he looked upwards to see Delilah DeLovely standing above him. The 6’5” Devious Diva smiled malevolently down at Cortez then, with her black heels, sent a hard kick right into his balls. “UUUGGGHHH!!!”

Before Cortez could place his hands in front of his poser pouch, DeLovely slammed another kick into his baby makers. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” “Not so cocky now, Bitch?” she sneered, dropping all pretense of femininity.

In the ring, Samson raised his arms in a victory pose, which drew louder cheers and applause from the fans. His hairy 53” pecs glistened with manly sweat. His brown nipples were erect.

Delilah reached down and fisted Cortez’s curly black hair. “Get back in there, Bitch,” she commanded, “And give it up to your Alpha Warrior!” DeLovely dragged Luis to his feet and pushed him onto the apron before rolling his body underneath the bottom rope. 

The Mighty Gladiator took over. He yanked Cortez by his hair to his feet then spun him around and shoved his head over the top rope. Samson began pressing Luis’s throat down onto the top rope. The Champ gasped and rasped as Gavras cut off his air supply. Soon the Champ’s face turned red and his muscular legs began buckling.

Samson smirked as the Champ struggled. He pushed Cortez’s throat even harder into the rope then suddenly let go. The rope sprung upwards and catapulted Cortez backwards. He crashed onto his back and flopped onto his chest. Chants of “TI-NO! TI-NO!” filled the arena, followed by “TAKE HIM OUT! TAKE HIM OUT!”

The Might Gladiator marched over to where Luis lay. The Champ’s poser did not cover his huge creamy walnut butt cheeks. Samson slammed his left orange boot into Cortez’s right obliques, forcing him to roll onto his back. Kneeling behind the Champ, the Relentless Contender grabbed Luis’s curly hair and yanked up his head and upper torso. 

From the apron, Delilah DeLovely grinned and nodded to Gavras. Samson smiled back. He surrounded Luis’s neck and throat with his heavily muscled, hairy right arm. His 24” bicep bulged. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, BITCH!” Samson declared before SQUEEZING hard. The fans chanted “SLEEPER! SLEEPER!”

Cortez’s arms flailed wildly. His eyes rolled backwards. It would be only a matter of seconds before his title reign was over.

Suddenly, the TV monitors in the arena came to life. The crowd stopped cheering. They sat stunned by what the monitors displayed. Samson continued to sleeper Cortez but his gaze also became cemented to the streaming video.

Up in his skybox, Dawson smirked to himself, “About time.”

The video feed showed Hairy Brutus holding a naked, smooth muscled Tino Gavras in a Full Nelson at the top of a ramp way. The Brazilian Brute flashed a big grin and turned sideways, revealing his 12” Anaconda cock buried to the hilt inside Tino’s hole. Brutus fucked into Gavras, pounding him mercilessly while maintaining his hold.

In the ring, Samson appeared to be mesmerized by the video. He had begun to relax his grip around Cortez’s throat. DeLovely saw what was happening and shouted “NOOOOO!!! SLEEPER THE BITCH!!! SLEEPER THE BITCH NOW!!!”

But Samson was transfixed watching Brutus thrust into his ass one last time, shuddering as he bred the then-Champ aka OrangeMuscle. After letting go his hold, Gavras fell to the ramp. Cum leaked from his gapping hole.

The Mighty Gladiator could not avert his eyes. His dropped his sleeper hold and Cortez’s muscular body slid away from him.

The Latino Teen Bodybuilder slowly rose to his feet. Samson was on his knees staring at the video of his humiliation. His eyes were vacant. The Champ smiled his first truly cocky grin. “This is for mi Papa and mi Tio!” he said reaching down and fisting Tino’s long black hair.

Cortez pulled Gavras to his feet then placed his hands around his throat and lifted the Distracted Contender’s 250 pound body upwards so his orange boots dangled in the air. Wheezing sounds broke out as Luis squeezed harder choking the Mighty Gladiator.

“You’re gonna fucking worship me, Puta!” exclaimed Cortez before SLAMMING Samson onto the mat. BAM! “UUUGGGHHH!!!” The Trenton ring bounced up and down as Gavras’s hairy body flopped at Luis’s feet. Some in the crowd started up the “TI-NA!” chant.

The Champ dove onto Samson’s hairy chest and moved forward until he straddled his neck. Yanking Tino’s head upwards by his hair, Cortez ROCKETED a powerful punch into his forehead—POW!—then his temple—THUD!”

He then placed his hands once more on the Contender’s throat and choked him. “AAAGGGHHH!!!!” Tino’s eyes became unfocused as his face turned red. His hairy legs stamped the mat on the other side of Luis’s body.

In his skybox, Dandy Dawson felt his 7.5” cut cock thickening. He had turned around the match and felt an all-consuming desire to see Samson suffer at the hands of the Champ. Then he imagined himself face-fucking Miss DeLovely while Luis fucked Tino into oblivion. He pulled off his jacket and shirt and quickly undressed until he stood only in his powder blue briefs that tented with his nearly erect cock.

Cortez could see that Samson couldn’t breathe and would soon be KO’d. But he kept up the chokehold. DeLovely was beside herself. She swung her right leg and heel over the top rope aiming to interfere.

WHAP! The metal chair SLAMMED down on the back of Delilah’s head. She crumpled forward, turning a somersault into the ring and ended up on her back. She looked upward—just in time to see Coach Stan raise the metal chair and SLAM it onto her forehead. WHAP!

Stan bounded into the ring and dragged unconscious DeLovely’s body to the ropes. He quickly tied her arms between the top and middle ropes and allowed her ass to sag on the bottom rope. 

Whipping out duck tape, and with the Trenton fans cheering him on, the Coach taped sleeping Delilah’s wrists to the ropes. He found Luis’s discarded white Speedo and thrust it into DeLovely’s mouth, gagging the Devious Diva.

Dawson leaned out from his skybox and gave Stan a big thumbs up.

Cortez had lessened some of his pressure as he too watched Stan in action. The Coach opened a compartment on Delilah’s utility belt and extracted the keys to handcuffs. He moved quickly to Brutus—dangling upside down in the corner in his tree of woe. He opened the cuffs that restrained his ankles to the ropes and the Brazilian Brute tumbled into the mat. He bounded upwards and roared for the crowd.

As Coach Stan exited the ring with his mission accomplished, Cortez released his chokehold completely and yanked Gavras to his feet by his long black hair. The Champ placed his hands on Samson’s huge pecs before forming a claw with them. He began to dig deeply into the Biblical Behemoth’s chest in a powerful PEC CLAW! “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

Slowly but surely the Latino Teen Bodybuilder pushed down on the Mighty Gladiator’s chest forcing him onto his knees before the Champ. Tino’s face and beard rubbed against Luis’s white poser pouch. Samson could feel the hardness of the Champ’s 11” uncut cock. 

“Not yet cocksucker, but soon you’ll be begging for my polla!” Cortez sneered before shoving Samson backwards onto the canvass. 

With the Trenton fans now chanting “CHAMP!” and “LU-IS!” Cortez moved to sit above Tino’s head. He surrounded the Contender’s neck with his muscular 33” quads and squeezed. Samson tried in vain to pry loose the Champ’s powerful legs. 

Then Luis flipped himself over, forcing Tino’s body onto his chest. Cortez’s quads still surrounded Gavras’s neck. The Champ then jumped up and down, each time pounding the Mighty Gladiator’s face into the mat. BAM! BAM! BAM! The fans counted each one and cheered even more loudly.

In the privacy of his skybox, Dawson had fished out his perfectly shaped cock and began stroking it. He loved the satiny feeling of his mushroom head and shaft.

Cortez pounded Samson’s face into the canvas three more times. BAM! BAM! BAM!

Then he stood leaving Gavras’s body to twitch uncontrollably while still lying face down on the mat. Except for such spasms, it appeared the Mighty Gladiator had been nearly KO’d by the pounding.

The Champ double bi-flexed for the Trenton faithful, showing off his 22” ceps and black pit hair. He adjusted his hard cock that was straining against the fabric of his white poser—barely contained in it.

He reached down and fisted Samson’s hair once more. This time he yanked the Compliant Contender onto his knees and pulled his head between the Champ’s big quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.

Wrapping his arms around Gavras’s midsection, Cortez yanked his 250 pound body upwards until his legs straddled Luis’s face. Flashing a cocky grin, Luis dropped to his ass and SLAMMED Tino’s head into the canvas—BOOM!!!—in a TOMBSTONE PILE DRIVER!

Standing quickly, Cortez beckoned Brutus to join him a center ring. He pointed towards Samson’s convulsing body. Grinning, the Hairy Brazilian bent down and fisted the long black hair. He pulled the Groggy Gladiator’s head between his legs, yanked his body upwards in one fell swoop, and dropped down, sending Samson’s head into the canvas for a second time. BOOM!!!

Cortez applauded the powerful tombstone pile driver. Tino lay in a heap at both men’s feet. Luis then shouted, “ONE MORE FOR THE PUTA!!!” The crowd roared its approval.

The Champ slowly lowered his poser and his hard 11” cock sprung upwards. The head had fully protruded from his foreskin. The tip was moist. He hooked the waistband under his smooth balls. He playfully swatted his own dick before leaning down and scooping up the almost limp body of the Hairy Contender.

Cortez held Samson against his washboard abs. Then he twisted the once Mighty Gladiator upside down. With Samson’s face buried in Luis’s junk, the Champ thrust his hard cock between Tino’s lips and into his throat. The crowd roared the sight of Gavras impaled upside down on the big dick.

Samson barely knew where he was but understood he had a thick cock in his throat. He could taste the salty arousal of the Champ. But that was the last thing he sensed. 

Luis’s dropped to the mat again. Gavras’s head SLAMMED into the canvas. BAM! His body teetered for a moment upside down then collapsed on the mat with his big Speedo-clad ass pointing upwards—this time not moving.

Delilah DeLovely had regained her consciousness. As the realization of what was happening dawned on her, she gave out a scream of “NOOOOOOO!” but it was muffled, gagged as she was by Luis’s Speedo.

The referee approached and began his count, “1…2…3…” The Trenton fans joined in. “4…5…6…7…8…9.” The ref paused for a bit of drama. Cortez was already dancing around the ring, his cock bouncing up and down with him.

“10!”

DING! DING! DING!

“MI RING! MI RING!” shouted Luis as Brutus clapped him on the back.

The ref raised Luis’s right arm as Vern Wonder intoned into his mic, “HERE’S YOUR WINNER OF ROUND TWO. THE LATINO TEEN BODYBUILDER, COCKY LUIS CORTEZ!!!”

Luis fist pumped the sky to the adoration of the fickle Trenton fans. His hard cock jutted upwards. It was still wet from being stuffed inside Samson’s mouth.

Cortex leaned down and peeled Gavras’s orange Speedo down to his ankles, exposing the Mighty Gladiator’s furry ass cheeks. The Champ snaked his right hand between the unconscious contender’s legs and yanked his soft 9.5” cock and hair balls backwards.

Then he stood and stroked his manhood. He aimed it at Gavras’s ass crack. He began to moan, cheered on the horny audience. “Gonna fucking cream your ass, Puta!” he hollered. His creamy walnut body, bulging with muscle, shuddered and he shot his load on the Beta Warrior. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” The fans erupted in wild applause.

Just then, at the top of the ramp way, Carlos and Jorge Cortez appeared, wearing only their black Speedos. They each held an electric razor in one hand and scissors in the other. Apparently freed by Coach Stan, the two Latino Bodybuilders began to march towards the ring.

Luis saw them, stuffed his big dick and balls back into his poser, and exclaimed happily, “Mi Papa! Mi Tio!”

Watching the scene unfold below, Dawson had continued to edge himself. He wouldn’t cum, however, as he planned to save that for Delilah DeLovely.

Suddenly, there was knock on the skybox door. Without waiting for permission to enter, the uninvited intruder entered. He was a massive, hairy muscle hunk, with proportions very similar to Samson’s, wearing only an orange Speedo and matching orange boots. Indeed, he looked…identical to the Mighty Gladiator who lay on his chest in the ring.

Dawson pushed his still hard cock back into his briefs. He chortled, “Well, if it isn’t the Imposter once more! Here to bail out your twin, I suppose?” The Hairy Intruder snarled back, “Not the Imposter, Bitch! He’s in the ring.”

(To be continued.)