ALPHAS vs OMEGAS

Jacob_DeRosa: More security comes forward once I am backstage. Some of them form a line to block the way back to the stage. Morons, like that would stop me if I would really want to get back there. I can smell the fear coming from them, as they should. No way I would spend my energy on ruining these pathetic creatures tho. There is only one shithead that will have to pay for today's event. And I got to find him. More hands are trying to get me back. I stretch out my arms wild "Don't touch me anymore now faggots" I breeze out as I turn myself around now, see if I can find Kent. I scan the room and only see some coaches, assistant and the Supervisor coming at my direction. I push all guards away and rush forward. We got to have a serious word!

Jacob_DeRosa: The guy tries to keep me quiet and talk first, but before I can even spit out my frustration I notice another security guard carefully stepping around me and now I see it. He is grabbing all the stuff where your stage number is. What the fuck is he doing? Are they helping Kent now? "Where the fuck is that bitch??" I growl out, clearly intimidating the guy and before I can grab him, these other annoying guys push me back and the Supervisor takes my attention again. I can see that guy sneak out in the back with your stuff while the Supervisor tries to make myself aware of what went wrong, what I did wrong?! I tower over the guy and he clearly is uncomfortable being this close to me as he searches back up from the security. I go nuts over him, claiming you are the one to break the rules, you are the one trying to sabotage me, that I have the right to go back on stage. "We can't allow that, we can't do that" is what I'm hearing for the next minutes. Fuckin bullshit! I don't plan to listen to this crap anymore and I turn around to get my own stuff, hoping to find you somewhere else in this building.

Jacob_DeRosa: I take my bag and my phone keeps beeping. Ugh great, I think, everyone must have seen what happened on the livestream. Friends, family, fans, I got flooded in messages. But one unknown number at the top catches my attention. Fuckin son of a bitch... "We aren't done DeRosa!! You will pay for this! If you are man enough, meet me at this abandoned warehouse at the end of this street. Number 247. Get there as soon as you read this. You know who". I don't even take the time to reply back, I pick up my bag and rush out the room and the building, searching for my car. Still in stage gear, but I don't give a damn fuck. The war is on!!

Rodrick_Kent: As the overpaid underdeveloped guards escort me out of the building I pay them no heed whatsoever. These little men actually did me a favor, locking me in that office! I saw the sign up sheets for the contest and sure enough found DeRosa’s contact info easily. I am smiling as I exit the building, paying no attention to the guard asking if I want to put some clothes on before I exit. Dumb ass, why spoil my posing oil now!

Rodrick_Kent: I start down the street, as I parked near the end of the block near some warehouses my part time job is renovating. I pull out my phone and start texting that wicked little wannabe right away. I look to double check the address and make my challenge known! I don’t even question if DeRosa will come, the way he posed, the way he tried to intimidate me, oh there is no way he won’t pick up the gauntlet I just throw down!

Rodrick_Kent: I grab my work keys to unlock the padlock on the door, then hit some light. I look around, the scene a metallic copper, burnt orange in color and just enough light to see by. I quick clear some equipment and pull open a doorway to a smaller room. Same walls but more isolation, I can pull the door shut and there will be no escape for DeRosa! I go back a dim many of the lights, leaving an obvious low light trail to the room I picked. I lean back against the wall, waiting for my foe to arrive!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: My head somehow feels empty, only filled with vengeful thoughts. Almost in a blur and on automatic pilot I race towards the end of the street. Only one car is right there at the end of the block, and at this hour, I know it can only be you. I park next to you and for a second, I think about vandalizing your car. It makes me grin, but I’m a man, I will take you down personally instead of a stupid car. The back door is wide open, a clear sign for me to get in. Still in my tight posers and rockhard pumped muscle frame, I enter the building.

Jacob_DeRosa: I storm inside, slamming the door behind me while I scan the big room, searching for you. A few dim lights are on, I notice the equipment and trash all over the floor. There is another open door in the distance and there is some light in there too so I keep rushing forward. “KENT” I roar in a devastating manner and I see you there, casually leaning back against a wall. The room is smaller than the other one and semi dark, but I still see your big muscles shining bright. Clearly you had the same rush as I had as you are also still in your stage gear. I slam the door shut and notice I still got my bag in my hand, which I throw away against the wall.

Jacob_DeRosa: “Well well, you got some nerve” I start to speak in a threatening tone while I move myself forward, closer to you. “Or you just have a minimally low number of brain cells” I grin in between my furious look. My hands have clenched into fists in a reflex, giving my biceps a deadly big look. “You took my career away from me. My reputation will be ruined” I keep speaking, approaching you, “You are such a wannabe, a nobody. I never paid much attention to good-for-nothings, but for you, I am happy to make an exception.” I breeze into your face as we are almost standing nose to nose by now.

Rodrick_Kent: “You’re a delusional pretender, you could have kept your career and your dignity if you could have just accepted the truth on stage like a man.” I say, my tone matching yours in hostility and vanity. Being this close to you, to your incredible physique still clad in nothing more that your poser and white sneakers, it makes my blood boil! Adrenaline and testosterone fuel my chiseled frame as we stand so close. The heat of your breath caress my face, as I take a moment to fully look you up and down.

Rodrick_Kent: “How can even that feeble brain of yours think you could ever overcome my physique. I am going to correct that error with some severe lessons for you big man.” My concede words drip with venom as my eyes travel up your muscular body, the body that caused me so much trouble in the contest tonight. The fury, the indignity of those long minutes still burn my ego as I look over your physique, noting how incredible your body does look. That only adds to my rage, my need to ruin you further!

Rodrick_Kent: My whole body tenses as I stand straighter, my gaze coming back to your face to lock in yours. I growl a deep rumble as I slowly raise my left arm, which I roughly place on that big right boulder shoulder of yours. Then I push with my single arm, a powerful shove meant to test your strength, your stance. I can feel your tense sculpted body pulsing with power under my big hand as I apply more force!

Jacob_DeRosa: You match up with my tone and dominant attitude, talking back to me with no intention to back down at all. Threatening to give me a severe lesson, ha, that makes me laugh. You put your hand on my shoulder and try to shove me back. Oh the bitch still wants to play! Without much effort I'm able to keep my ground, probably because you didn't intend to really cause much to happen just yet. My shoulder flexes back forward, still damn round and solid.

Jacob_DeRosa: I move my own arm up and place it on your shoulder, pushing you back against the wall which you are still standing close to. At almost the same time I bring up the other too, tapping your other shoulder back. "Wannabe wants to play huh. Think twice before you do that" I keep pushing your shoulders, almost with every sentence I growl, back against the wall, flexing my own shoulders wide as it looks like I'm locking you up against the concrete wall. "You think your muscles match mine. Perhaps. But in power you will be so damn inferior." In a quick move I put my forearm, gently not too hard, up to your throat, breathing into your face "Don't piss me off any more Kent. I will ruin you in all ways".

Rodrick_Kent: My foe comes in hard, proving he is not to be underestimated. My broad back is to the wall, my enemy’s forearm my throat as he delivers a warning. Just like on stage DeRosa looks so dominant, so eager to steal my glory, my position at the top. Good, that is exactly where I wanted, feeling his body, his power at its peak.

Rodrick_Kent: Now I get to knock him off that peak!

Rodrick_Kent: My back is to the wall but I still have some moves. First off a lean in closer while shifting off the center of DeRosa’s position. I let go of my grip on the harden round shoulder to slam my forearm up between his elbow and forearm to create a frame. Then with my other hand I grasp his fist and start to apply power, a dragging force to pry his arm away from my throat. I should focus more on slipping this hold with motion and repositioning myself, but my ego is to riled! I want DeRosa to feel me overpower his arm, to feel my strength ruin his hold on me!

Rodrick_Kent: Our arms both bulge with power and size, our gazes locked on one another as I power your arm back. You opposite arm comes up to grab my arm holding your fist as you try to push back in on me, trapping me to the wall and locking my throat. Still you were too reserve in your opening demonstration of power and now you are going to pay! I take one big side step to the left, bringing your forearm with me, pulling and twisting on it at the same time. I hope the sharp jolt of pain puts your arrogant ass on notice! Then I step away from the wall and you, attempting to drag your thick arm into a tighter, sharper angle armbar away from your body!

Rodrick_Kent: “You like that bitch! Who is getting ruined!” I shout as I feel your arm resisting, your whole body shifting in a way that suggests you have skills to match that muscle! Even Better!

Jacob_DeRosa: From this close, almost all I'm able to see are your eyes staring back at me. You don't move, don't blink when my forearm rests against your throat. Oh cocky one huh, I think. You grab my wrist then, I pull back your arm and you seem to have calculated it all when take a big step to the side and I let out a growl as you pull my arm, twisting it too. In a reflex I bring my hand towards my shoulder, pulling it in to protect my rotator cuff from the sharpest pain. I turn my body towards you, trying to relieve some of the pressure from the position you were trying to lock me in. You shout at me but I'm more focused on yanking my arm back, trying not to give you the pleasure to pull me further! My arm looks crazy pumped and vascular with all the pressure you are delivering, bringing back the stage definition from before right away!

Jacob_DeRosa: You are still holding my wrist which annoys me! Instead of pulling back, I decide to let you pull my arm closer now just a little bit as I still resist against your power. My feet follow your lead as they bring me nearer until I'm about to crash into you. I throw up my free arm and push myself to the side and wrap my arm around your skull, yanking my other arm free from your grip in the turmoil. I should attempt to squeeze you with all the brutal power I'm packing, but I can't help myself for wanting to position my bicep peak in front of your face as I want to rub it into the side of your face. My shoulder is hanging over yours from behind. My other hands comes in, helping the other while locking around my wrist. Sending jolts of pressure and power into your skull from the side, trying to take down your head just a little bit more. "You are getting ruined Kent. But for now I want to make you feel what real strength feels like!" I hoon over you.

Rodrick_Kent: Our bodies tangle as you apply a headlock, trying to use that big bicep to crush my skull! My head feels the pressure, strong and painful, but it could be worse. Your arms are linked, adding more power to your hold but leaving my arms free to do as I want. You even go so far as to position your big bicep in my eye line just to show it off! Impressive peak but not the best tactic!

Rodrick_Kent: I let out a roar as my arms lash out at your thickly muscles right leg and left hip. My hands find a grip fast and begin to pull hard even as the pressure on my head grows more intolerable. I hear you boasting about ruining me and feel my own power grow in response. With a sudden burst of strength I lift your massive frame up off the ground, twist us both to angle and slam the side of your body into the warehouse wall! The impact echoes in the room as your muscles shoulder and arm absorb the shock and pain!

Rodrick_Kent: I use that moment to free myself from your headlock and stand straight. I know I should take a few steps back and square my stance, but instead I stay in close press our bodies tight as I try to pin you in to the wall!

Jacob_DeRosa: The solid grip on your head feels just great, gives me pretty powerful vibes. But as soon as I feel your arms moving down, I realize it was not the best idea to show off the power of my arms and wanting to show off in your face, literally. It doesn't take too long, and I'm not among the lightest men around, I feel your arms lifting me off the floor. What the ... ! I start to lose power and control over my grip on your head as I begin to drop the headlock fast now. Without even able to try to push myself back down, you turn us around and feel you slamming my back hard into the warehouse wall! I let out a heavy groan, my back taking a pretty big impact but I'm happy my muscles have been pumped for a while now to absorb a big part. I try to proceed what just happened, as you just put this war to another level! I feel your chest pressing against mine as you don't plan to step down, on the contrary, you keep me pinned against the wall, obviously wanting to make a point. Message received!

Jacob_DeRosa: My arms just hanging by my side at this moment, the headlock seems to be already in the distant past. Saving my words for later as I realize this will be a tough fucker, clearly you are not afraid to use your muscles as well, just like I do! I start to lean forward again now, resting my pecs against yours to show I'm not planning to let you take too much of an advantage yet, not physically, not mentally! I give you a cold stare back while I push myself a little bit away from the wall, giving my back some space.

Jacob_DeRosa: I bring my arms up from below and shove you back just a little by pushing your hips. I try to use the distance created now between us to bring my arms up to your shoulders, let my hands grab your crazy muscular traps and then while I try to pull them down as much as possible, I raise my leg just to slam a knee up into your brick abs, followed by a quick second one. It feels like hitting rocks but still it feels good to be able to test you, show you I'm not afraid to get brutal as well. I push your shoulders and yourself back now, stepping forward away from the wall and rolling my own shoulders, stretching them. I roll my neck as well, bring up my arms and flex a solid bicep pose at you. Still vascular, still sweaty, still rock solid. "I'm ready to play Kent. You have no idea what you signed yourself up for" I grin wide, teasing you.

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: I manage to keep my abs tense as your knee comes up pounding into my midsection. Two heavy hits and you are pushing me back. I can see it in your posture, you don’t just want to hurt me, you want to humiliate me as a man, as a bodybuilder! You push my back, creating space between the two of us. This time I don’t resist, I take the opportunity to step back, to regroup.

Rodrick_Kent: Your big body stretches, rolling shoulders and neck, no doubt to show off your gains. Whatever Punk! Then you raise your arms and hit a double bi pose, a massive shot of swollen arms and popping chest muscles! Part of me knows I should just the a swing or charge now, but the majority of me just cannot let that pose go unchallenged! I step forward, closing on you and raise my own hands slow. I act as if we are still on stage as I hit my own double bicep shot, letting your ego endure my pose just as I had to yours! my arms swell with power, my peaks rising up to challenge your pose! “My physique is better, stronger, more masculine!” I snarl back, more than happy to go pose for pose with my foe!

Rodrick_Kent: I take another step forward so we can both compare better, so my presence is directly opposing your! Our dense pec shelves are almost touching as I meet your stare. Your pose is good, your body magnificent but I know I can break it! I stand there, just letting my body try to lord over yours as we both hold our phenomenal poses. Each dare the other to try to top the others bulging biceps!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: Once I put up my arms, I knew I have to be ready for everything. My core was ready to catch a blow, my legs were ready for being shoved back. But I got to know you fast already. I knew your ego would take over and want to compare with me here, as you did! Your arms move up and form a magnigicent view, I can not deny that. You brag about your physique and I just roll my eyes. Like whatever bitch, I don't fucking care. You come even closer and my own arms react by flexing even harder. It feels like we are magnets, wanting to step closer and take over the other with our presence! I don't back down Kent!

Jacob_DeRosa: My arms lower and I bring my hands on both of your big bicep peaks, feeling them, squeezing them. "You are massive, Kent. A tank. I don't have to tell you." I speak while I focus on your right bicep, stepping to the side and feel around the muscle ball. I step more forward, watching the back of your arm now. "Powerful dude... Just keep flexing. As long as you still can!" I am take two more fast steps and am fully standing behind you now. I use the moment of your arms being away from your core to wrap my pumped arms around your waist and with a heavy grunt lift you off your feet and lean back my mass to slam your massive back behind me in a devastating german suplex, making the ground shake! I roll to my side and back to my knees looking down at you "How's that Kent?? You are such a showoff haha!"

Rodrick_Kent: My back suffers from the crushing impact on the floor! Thank god my back was so pumped, so full already or the pain would be that much worse! Still it fucking hurts, that sneaky little bitch! How dare he demand pose for pose then strike at me like that! Oh he will pay for this. My back is a throbbing pain, but my anger flares as DeRosa rises to his knees mocking me!

Rodrick_Kent: “Fucking cheat!” I shout. “No fucking honor! I should have known.” I rumble my protest as you gloat, that body of your looking so pleased to be in the dominant position! I don’t bother rolling over, instead I twist up and towards you, bringing my big right knee in line with your kidney!

Rodrick_Kent: The impact is loud, my knee into your thickly muscled side! I pull back and do it again, twisting my body tight to add power to the second blow. Only then do I roll away from you trying to come to my knees while you are still reeling from my knee shots!

Jacob_DeRosa: I can't help but smile once you are raging in fury after I slammed you down. I expected you to be down for at least a bit longer after that impact but damn, looks like I really awakened the bull there! Before I can push myself up again, you are already so close to me and that shot to my kidney stuns me and takes me down right away. Before I can even make a sound, you come up with another that makes me let out a howl of pain!

Jacob_DeRosa: I am bent to my side, holding my kidney area while I roll to my other side and to my ass to prevent you from doing anymore. A clear grimace on my face, showing off it has affected me for sure. You don't go for any more shots as I watch you get to your knees. I try to slow down my breathing, move myself forward to my knees as well. Fueled with anger and frustration, I launch myself forward and push myself off, make my upper body clash into yours. Trying to use all my mass to get you out of balance and take you to the floor with me. My pecs are pumping as I press them against yours, pinning you to the floor and trying to keep you under me. Our arms feeling so damn powerful, yet I start to send a few jabs into your pec shelfs, trying to keep you down as my fist aim to get deeper into your mountainous pecs, targeting them from all angles while my knees try to get solid and steady around your waist!

Rodrick_Kent: I cannot help but devote some energy into keeping pecs flexed, to tank your blows into my favorite muscle group. I growl in frustration as your hand start to get better aim and stronger too. I bring up both my arms suddenly, grabbing onto your own dense pecs with a double pec claw! My fingers drill into the only chest on stage this night that had a chance against mine! “Cheating Bitch!” I snarl, not even sure what I am accusing you of cheating at. My mind and body are furious that you have me pinned, that your muscular body could ever prone mine.!

Rodrick_Kent: I feel your knees trying to lock onto my waist, to control me! Even as I keep clawing into your mighty pecs I again engage my knees! Both of my legs sweep up and strike, driving my knees into your tightly built lower back with what I hope is devastating force!

Rodrick_Kent: “You’re just jealous….jealous of all this muscle!” I snarl as if we aren’t both here because we could not suppress our rage and jealousy at encountering an equal! I pull my knees back again, still furious at feeling the thrill of your hands on my biceps, your words tell me I was powerful before you suplexed me!

Jacob_DeRosa: I feel your hands reaching up to squeeze my own mountains! I let out a growl as you connect, flex my pecs hard into your fingers, bounce them too! Some moaning comes added to my voice, somehow this position and this strength showdown turns me on as well. I can feel my bulge twitching on your abs. But your knees bring me out of my trance, turning it back into a heavy growl! “Aarghh fuckkk”. So hard, I almost fall forward on top of you. I have to stop the punches and use my hands to catch myself on the floor. I wiggle some trying to check out the condition of my back without having to get off you. Not when I finally got this annoying muscle beast under me!

Jacob_DeRosa: I can see the fury on your face from this close while you keep calling me a cheater, jealous and some other crap I don’t give a fuck about. I’m going to make you pay respect for someone superior than you! My lower back still sending pain triggers to my brain while I struggle to keep you under me, so instead I let myself drop forward now. “You wanna feel them huh? Feel real alpha size? Here you fucking goooo”... I let my chest drop on your face, grabbing the back of your head and pull it up hard into my pecs, shoving your skull from side to side. I moan again, feeling your nose and lips rub over my sweaty, pumped chest. “ I tease the hell out of you while I try to choke you against my big muscles and I feel my cock growing as it’s laying on top of yours now.

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: The he oversize fucker thinks to smother me, to rule and ruin me so utterly. I feel my body tensing in protest, my whole being refusing to be conquered! Still DeRosa grip on the back of my head is strong as he racks my head into his dense pecs! I can feel his cock on top of mine growing in size to match his perceived dominance! Fuck No, I refuse to let this happen. To be beaten by this rival, this pretender to muscle! I wrap my arms around his back, targeting the lower area I know my knees have already weakened!

Rodrick_Kent: I squeeze, my arms throbbing with power! I want nothing more than to hurt DeRosa, to remove his false position of dominance! I feel him flex his chest even harder, trying to break me in response! Fuck That! I suddenly twist my whole left side, managing to start a roll! In a moment we are both on our sides, my face final free of thick pecs. I lock stares with you as we struggle to turn the other on his back. Your own strong arms try to follow me as my legs lock onto yours! “I am going to slaughter you punk!” I roar as I slowly but surely finish turning your big body on its back!

Rodrick_Kent: My fury turns to triumph as I force your body down, giving your back one last squeeze before my hands grab onto yours! Our thick strong fingers find each other as we lock grasps! You are one strong fucker, but I have leverage on my side as I slowly work your arms down to the floor. Even as I do my legs grapevine yours, locking down the use of your powerful legs and I hope painfully stretching your legs! Best of all now it’s my cock bulging and growing against yours, my position so dominant. I lift up my upper body just a bit so I can slam it down my massive pecs and nips slamming into yours. My steel like abs slam into your own hardened bricks and of course my bugling manhood drives even harder into yours as I do! My expression is savage, my body so pumped! “Have you now!” I shout, my voice filled with pride and excitement!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: Elation and overconfidence are probably the sensations that rush through my mind at the moment of having this wannabe pressed against my chest. Your protest kicks in immediately, why would I even expect something else? Still, the explosion of power that you start to bring kind of surprise me and messes with my focus. You push yourself, and so me too, to your side and I lose balance and the force of my hold collapses, clearly gives you the chance to take over. Struggling to prevent you from turning tables, I can’t stop you from rolling me over and climb on top of me now. I realize that when the pain and pressure kicks in heavy at my lower back.

Jacob_DeRosa: Your fury seems to take over completely and just seconds after I got you pressed into my chest, I am the one pinned on the floor as my legs are trapped and tangled by yours. Damn!! For the first time I feel some apprehension sinking in. Our hands and arms are fighting but in this position it’s easier for you to press mine down, then for me to push yours up ! Our pecs fighting to squash the other, same for our cocks. Both our bulges roaring to break out and show off the dominance they want to expose. Fuck, I don’t know how to answer to “Have you now !” , at this moment I have to admit. Yeah you do!

Jacob_DeRosa: Staring up in your eyes, I can see the fire welling up as you clearly enjoy the regained position of dominance over me! Our arms are wrestling heavy and so are our legs, as I carefully try to untangle my right leg while pulling it slowly up. I’m still fighting your arms and chest, hoping to keep your focus there for a little longer as my leg finds its way up, bringing it under your thigh. Rolling heavy from side to side, I finally stop pushing against your arms, realizing it’s pretty useless now, hoping the distraction works and I just yank my wrists away from your fingers. My body is so pumped from working so hard, I put my hands on your shoulders now as my knee is giving me the position for hopefully a perfect launch! I build up all the power I have to bridge up, let my hips help as my other knee has joined the obtained space and with a huge power explosion I push my knees up to throw your body as high in the air as possible, my hands helping by pushing your shoulders up! “FUUUUUCKKKKK!” sweating like crazy, rolling to my side after I have thrown your bull body off me at last! Sitting on my knees with my hands on my lap, I try to control my breath. Damn, I never thought this morning that I would end up here in this mad war!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: My self admiration is at a high, my power seems so absolute, so glorious as my proud physique punishes yours. The domination is not yet complete but my position makes my confidence swell along with my muscles! Our upper bodies still battle for complete control, but I have the winning position! My arms and chest swell with size hoping to do nothing less than leave your great frame pinned under mine, proving my muscles the superior! The moment I feel your strong arms fail to resist is such a perfect instant of my dominance!

Rodrick_Kent: Of course that is when you turn the tables! Too late I realize you have escaped my legs hold, too late I see your large hands on my shoulders for the attack it is! Fuck Me! I feel your body shift, knees pushing up into my buff body along with those strong arms of yours driving me upwards! We are both sweaty so heavily, the scent and heat between us seems almost as much a struggle as our warring straining muscles! I try to regain control, to resist your latest display of power, but then you shout a single word. The curse as much a battle cry as it is pained exertion!

Rodrick_Kent: I feel my titanic physique, my raging gym harden body throw off my foe like I weigh next to nothing! The fact it clearly took extreme effort on DeRosa’s part does nothing to lessen my shame and fury! Again he takes what is mine, again my gains and efforts are dismissed by this rival Herculean Athlete! My blood boils as I try to right myself! I am not precisely stun but I am movingly slower as I recover. I rise to my knees, my breathing racing as fast as my heartbeat and temper! My whole body aches yet demands action, a return to combat! I see DeRosa not far from me, also struggling to recover on his knees! How dare he looks so powerful, our struggle having given him a crazy pump, his muscles so full of thick size and stunning vascularity!

Rodrick_Kent: “DeRosa….I am stronger than you…..” I say in a low deep voice, as I do I flare my pecs up and raise my arms of my lap. My pose is a taunt and a challenge as I feel the need to challenge my foe even as I try to recover some energy!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: My head facing down, watching how my big chest goes in and out at full speed, at last slowing down to a more normal and neutral pace. My mouth partially open, sweat drips down from my chin on my lap. It can be seen as a miracle that my heavy swollen bulge is still wrapped in my tight stage posers. I start to look up and see you are also struggling to get to your knees fast, clearly that this quick and very intense brawl has taken a lot of energy from us so far. And then you claim once again that you are stronger than me, which pulls another trigger in my head.

Jacob_DeRosa: You look so pumped, so vascular, God damn, it’s impressive. But so do I as this intensity has brought our bodies to an insane level which crafted Godly physiques on both of us. We are so close now, both on our knees, I can smell your masculinity. It arouses me. It forces me once again to show off, still having the urge to claim superiority over you. I get a little closer to you, bodies almost touching. Your massive chest bulging out, it has a magnetic effect. It feels like my nipples take the lead and pull myself forward into yours. My breath has slowed down at last and I don't mind that things are little less intense between us at this moment.

Jacob_DeRosa: It is like my body pulsates at the connection with yours. Almost automatically, my shoulders start to roll back and it forces my pecs even more forward, pressing yours back in a controlled manner. The vascularity is beyond insane, showing off my Herculean physique more. My brick sixpack wants to show off as well under the lead of the chest, pressing you back as much as I can. I could look at them for much longer, but I want to see the look in your eyes and don’t let go of your gaze anymore now. “You are weaker, Kent. You are inferior. You are pathetic. You are a loser…” I smirk with pure confidence and determination, adding a little grin on my face. “You could admit that right here, right now, or give me more reasons to fuck you up. I got all night long for you, pussy.” My bulge grows even more as I speak dirty, adding more focus to my chest while I feel my body and mind recover!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: The sheer masculine combination of DeRosa physicality and his confident taunts is enough to drive me insane with rage. The wild sensation, the frustration as my mighty mounds are pushed back by his expansive chest is as intolerable as it is impressive. His sweaty over stimulated pecs press into my own, locking my straining pecs back as his flex abdominals launch an attack of their own! His attitude and body are a weapon, an instrument try and succeeding to humble mine own! Worst of all is that massive bulge of his, DeRosa uses his growing manhood to try to upstage me yet again!

Rodrick_Kent: The pride on his face, the certain of his dominance is just too much to endure any longer. With sudden effort, my face splits into a growl as my own massive mounds flex, my muscles contract and expand with a brutal impact! My foe’s awesome chest and abs are suddenly the target of my own pressing physiques! I can feel the muscles rippling on my torso, my muscle power striking back, the look on your face makes the frustrating moments so worth enduring! “Feel that DeRosa, that is a real man’s body. Pecs and abs coming to crush yours!” I smirk as I feel our big pecs flaring, then rolling as my chest manages to drives yours back. My tight steel sculpted abs cutting into your tight brickyard. It hurts sure, but I can my abs gaining ground!

Rodrick_Kent: Best of all is my bulging cock, which seems to be more than willing to grind against my rival’s big meat!

Jacob_DeRosa: It’s hard to remain annoyed all the time as every time I try to impress you with either my crazy good looking body or my brawling skills, you seem to easily match all of it with your own qualities. Hell, aren’t you proud of it to show it all off too! Feel how you start to push my pecs with yours, back to the centre, back to the equivalence between us. Your brick abs forming deep canyons with every growl you add and for a moment I am drown into the sheer masculinity you deliver. I mean, my cock tells me that now.

Jacob_DeRosa: It’s like my cockhead wants to look up as well at what you are showing off, and at what I’m going to defeat too. At this moment it’s pretty tough to release the erotic focus of this moment, especially since our crazy vascular pumped torso’s are squeezed so tight against each other. I can’t let the growling turn into moaning, it’s not the time yet for that! Fuckin Focus, DeRosa! And just with that, I suck in a huge amount of air all the way through my nostrils as my lungs fill up and blow my meaty pecs up so huge! Slowly I’m able to push your granite chest back a little, while I start to bounce my pecs one by one, adding some harassment and a confident grin. Like a perfect rhythm, accelerating. “You might as well submit and worship these real champions, Kent! Your little toy down there seems to want it hehe” I tease with a menacing tone, enjoying this attempt to intimidate my tough foe some more!

Rodrick_Kent: Your words, your attitude, your whole godlike physique are having an affect on my body and mind. I cannot deny that chest, those abs and that cock are testing me! As you make your latest bold declaration I have to focus my will, harden my body to your presence and power! The tightness of our well earned physique is intense, flooding my body with an erotic appreciation for my jacked rival! I need to maintain my focus, as the nature of our body war has shifted, but the need to win is no less intense!

Rodrick_Kent: “Submit to your body, I don’t think so! How about we see who gets driven to worship his rival?” I say, my reply every bit as confident and teasing as your own. My words may carry the challenge, but it’s my pecs that offer the dare! My massive pecs find the energy to grow with a deep breath and a masterful flex. The contracting fibers of dense chest muscle finding that rhythm of masculine power your pecs are striking. With a skill and vanity born of hard won effort my own pecs match your speed and skill. My massive right pec rolling up against your bouncing strong left. My thick left bounce up into your powerful right as the muscle heads collide in a dull thud! I smirk back at you, with unquestionably confidence.

Rodrick_Kent: “Think you can take me in a Pec Fight?!?” My pecs start to vary their bounce, strike out hard, then roll up or down on the next impact. I try to overcome your massive manly pecs by varying my own bounce. Our densely packed chest muscles keep colliding, keep pressing and testing, neither hold the advantage yet. Your powerful pecs seem as potent as the rest of you as I feel our pace building. Soon it’s going to get painful for both of us! Still I pride myself on my pecs, my raw size and skill! I know I can take DeRosa at this sport, can make him beg and worship!

Jacob_DeRosa: You invite me for a pec fight and although I thought that game was already on, you increase to an even higher level. Like another parade you start to show off a work of strength, definition and focus as I watch how you roll your pecs, one by one, almost dazzling and hard to keep up. For a moment I let you continue, yeah show off Kent, waste your energy… I push back, keep my pecs up high as they clearly try to intimidate and shove back mine. Masculine power clashing, perfect physiques only getting more perfect. And your cocky grin shows your growing confidence and it annoys me! About time I work to break both his stamina as his tough mind!

Jacob_DeRosa: My knuckles were still resting on my hips as they helped my torso flexing as wide and big as possible. Adjusting my knees a little, even coming slightly closer to you, our pecs are squeezed together so hard now. Damn, it’s like they are making out! I grumble in my mouth, deep and primal, feels like I can still make my massive chest swell up just a little bit more! Looking down at our extremely dense muscles fighting for power and dominance, then look back at you as I raise my hands now and bring them behind your head, pulling your forehead slowly into mine. “I want to watch your fire fade, weak man. Just like your pecs will fade first.” With another powerful growl I order my pecs to roll up higher than before, pushing yours up with the bounce. “Don’t even dare to fucking submit now, I want to see you failllll!” I roar between my teeth in a menacing, degrading tone while I feel the soreness in my pecs building fast now, but can’t show that so I keep pumping them just big and hard for God knows how long until they fail! It’s so crazy intense, my forehead gets mixed with the sweat on yours as keep breathing heavy in your face.

Rodrick_Kent: I feel the pounding of pecs on pecs, muscles breaking high on each other like the drums of war! “My pecs will pin your man boobs!” I snarl back as you push my pecs high, gaining the dominant edge in this contest. I let out a pain growl as my pecs get bullied a little more with each of your high rolls! We can both feel it as your edge builds, your face smugly staring into mine!

Rodrick_Kent: That is when my own hands come up behind my head, my position shifting subtly as I launch my counter attack! Each time those bulging pecs of yours swing up I roll my down in a powerful double bounce! The technique pushes my skill as chest swells and rolls. A soreness is setting in but I refuse to lose to this rival muscle man! My protruding pecs seem to have caught your in rolling motion as your lead is resolving with each collision! My pecs are on a winning streak as impossible dense chest fibers roll against each other harder and harder!

Rodrick_Kent: “Got you…..now…..Bitch Tits!” I say my words a gasping effort!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: This fucker is a machine! My focus drops at the moment that you speak out BITCH TITS and it’s then when you are able to push me back at fast pace now, clearly taking over control and it’s mind-blowing! Still being pressed extremely tight together, I can feel the power radiating from yours as you double bounce like a game of pure intimidation. And it fucking works, I can’t let that happen. Work to do, DeRosa!

Jacob_DeRosa: I follow your pose now and bring my arms up, taking another deep breath as my trembling chest expands to huge proportions. “Bitch tits huh. You are no match for this, Kent!!” I roar and roll my hips forward and make my spine bend almost into a full perfect C. Slower than before, but with as much focus as I still can bring, I force my left pec up high into your right one. Followed by my right one, into your solid left one. I growl with every lift, taking over the control over our chests as I hope it will take down your confidence enough to fail before I do! I grit my teeth more with every thud, feel my pecs going less high. Fuuuckkk, my air flow accelerates in some panic, I can’t break first!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: I can feel my breath coming more ragged as my foe counters, matching my pose. Defiant and strong, so fucking strong! So be it, let go all out, let this magnificent beast of a man and I put it all on the line! I forget about my breathing, forget about the pain, i ignore the building fatigue and fight for control! “Now it’s a battle, more….give me more size, more power!” My voice is demanding, enthralled in the brutality and raw masculinity of our struggle!

Rodrick_Kent: I flex once more, but this time rather meet you right then left or roll a big double bounce I play up one of my favorite poses. With muscle control born of long training and equal parts vanity and desperation, I change up my pattern of muscle motion! My colossal chest sudden flares outward in the center trying to disrupt DeRosa growing control! The my right and left pecs roll outward from the center, suddenly push DeRosa’s pounding pecs away from the big hit in the center mass of the pecs! I feel my big chest fibers roll over the competition but know with each repetition of the chest flex DeRosa is more likely to counter, to comeback with move of his own!

Rodrick_Kent: I am counting on it! I want his best so I can eat it! “Top that….can you….show me!!” I growl at you as our forehead press, careful to leave the battle mostly to our massive chests! I doubt even realize the heat, the sweat, how muscle drunk the battle is making me!

Jacob_DeRosa: Flowing on a wave of adrenaline and determination, I refuse to admit to the growing signs of muscle fatigue that my body is trying to tell me. I feel like my plan to break your focus has failed as suddenly you pull out another crazy trick as you start to push my pecs out to the sides now. What the hell!? My eyes go wide open, staring down as you manage to break my whole rhythm now and my pecs are unable to get back in the pattern again. How..? The battle has moved into my head now as some doubts are taking over and I feel you controlling my pecs easily at this moment. I don’t even resist, give myself some time to think. Think, Jacob!!

Jacob_DeRosa: You tease me to top you, match you. I know you must feel I’m unable to do so at the moment. For the first time today, I actually feel like you are topping me at something! Fuck that! My blood is boiling, frustration, humiliation… It shoots all the way up to my pecs as they start up at full speed again, the same flow as before, going up and down like crazy, one by one! Trying to slow down or annoy your lateral movement. Every fiber is burning within, bringing out the last energy left there. Pressing your forehead even harder, forcing my muscles to go to new limits! “Come on Keeenntttt, I will ruin youuu!” I bleat into your face…

Rodrick_Kent: I feel my dominance growing with each roll of my pecs, the back and forth moment as our over heating pectoral slabs wrestle with speed and skill, you relying on your up and down one two pec punch versus my lateral shoving of muscle mass! Both of us trying to grind the other into place, to pin the other and final break this everlasting stalemate we have been battling all day! Your resistance amazing, but I can feel it. My dominance and your reaction, the shift of dominance is still in my favor. Your attacks however strong are not retaking control, not yet!

Rodrick_Kent: I feel myself using the last of my energy, knowing my pecs will pay for this later. Who cares, I swallow down any concerns, any pain as I just keep flexing!

Rodrick_Kent: “Is this your best move? Your checkmate? Huh?” I ask as my confidence grows. I ask you almost admiringly, as if we were comparing a score or lift rather than locked in a brutal muscle testing.

Jacob_DeRosa: My pecs are bigger than ever before, not in one single gym session before this day, I have seen and felt them being this massive! My brain makes me believe they are still are the biggest, I'm the damn biggest! But my body starts to scream to stop, trying to warn me for the collapse that is coming. Fuck no, you work harder! I'm struggling with myself and you clearly see it, feel it as you tease me, bringing up the checkmate. Biting my teeth so hard now, growling deeper with every lift I force my pecs into. I keep breezing into your face, ignoring your mocking comments. I force myself up even more moving up from my knees, quads under pressure too know as I would have almost forgotten how big my bulge is raging now down there! I make myself look down at my colossal chest, pumping so brutal yet getting pushed away by your pecs at the same time. I try by gaining some more height now, to push the top of your pecs down under mine to regain the last bit of control that's possible at this point. The muscles are tired, they scream at me, gosh please just a few seconds longer! We are almost there!

Rodrick_Kent: Your power and position push harder, giving me the all the answer I need! You must be at a new personal record, just like me. Always fucking matching me, allows trying to have what is mine by right of effort and size! Good, that is exactly how Muscle Gods at war should behave!

Rodrick_Kent: “Let’s finish with….your best…” despite my best effort my breath is ragged, but to me that is just proof of our power, of the clash of the titans we are now so punishingly enduring! Without anymore words I rise up a fraction, my pecs suddenly fighting your chest for top position! No going down or lateral, no double bounce or side strike. My swollen tired fibers match your bounce, one pec the the other! My prized pecs and ego are determined to beat you at your own game! The fibers collide as each goes high trying to press the other down!

Rodrick_Kent: I want to tell you anything you can do I can do better, but can’t find the energy to speak. That suits me fine, I can make my point with my pecs as the struggle to overpower you mighty mounds….

Rodrick_Kent: Damn DeRosa got higher and forced me back on that one….

Rodrick_Kent: Our pecs bounce again I perfect timing as my colossal chest takes the prize on that hit….

Rodrick_Kent: Third collision leaves us both groaning out….

Rodrick_Kent: Your face press in, our eyes locked together….your expression is on of hate, your need to ruin my pecs, to force my bounce to give so tangible! My expression is different….i am enjoying the contest, enjoy the battle as we trade rolling smothers….that is why i am going to win

Rodrick_Kent: The next hit is like thunder, both of us roaring as I feel my massive mounds begin to press more deeply into my foe’s…..oh yeah…..there we go….

Jacob_DeRosa: My body is trembling, my chest is shivering and it can't be because of the cold! I'm sweating like crazy, my forehead is resting against yours. The expression on your face is different. A weird different, or is it just me?

Jacob_DeRosa: I used to see the hate in your eyes before, now it's more like... Joy... He can feel it, he knows it. Fuck!

Jacob_DeRosa: My powerful pecs are being overpowered by yours, as even being on top of yours didn't do it to make you fail. You keep pressing your mounds deeper into mine and it's like I can feel them caving in. And then it just happens, against my will

Jacob_DeRosa: My pecs just start to hang there down, heavy and immobilized. At the same time, I sink to my knees again, my ass falling to my calves as I breath heavy as the sensation of my chest being on fire takes over. Just looking down at my knees, I try to accept what happened. "No... way..."

Rodrick_Kent: “Yes….fuck me….Yeah….your good DeRosa. Yeah real good, you almost had me, haha….but then you felt it. My authority, primal pecs striping yours of that hard earn confidence.” My words are ragged, that epic contest leaving us both spent. Fortunately I know just how to get some time to recover!

Rodrick_Kent: I look to my foe, his chest still so massive yet now still, broken. My own is not much better but I manage one more defiant bounce as DeRosa watches! The message is obvious I can still flex, you can’t, I win!!! Then I shuffle closer still on my knees, present my chest as I once again invade your space. My chest is tower over you as your still laying back, defeated, unmanned!

Rodrick_Kent: “Worship these pecs! You know I earned it! You know you owe me!” I say, teasing my tone half playful, half a command. I know there is a chance DeRosa will just tackle me or take a swing, but even that action would be a blow to his ego. I have the edge, the dominant position and I plan to use it! “To the Victor goes the worship!” I thrust my pecs out more fully, my back at an odd angle but the effect is proportional worth it as my pecs seem to swell without me having to flex. I give you superior grin, knowing by man law I finally have you trapped!

Jacob_DeRosa: I watch the sweat dripping down from my face on my laps. I’m just staring in the infinite. Thoughts of humiliation and failure are trying to break through but I let them pass by. Disbelief. Then I realize you are still in front of me, strangely enough not mocking me, teasing me. Maybe we failed at the same time?

Jacob_DeRosa: But then you start. Calling me ‘good’. What am I supposed to do with that? And if that is not enough yet, you decide to bounce your pecs some more so I can see it. Make me realize you still can, mine are failed. I watch you coming closer, mounting your pecs over mine again while I’m still sitting back.

Jacob_DeRosa: There it comes. “Worship these pecs…” My heart sinks in my defeated chest. A hurricane of thoughts blows through my mind, hard to catch any of them. But time is running out as you bring your bloated chest closer to my head, while I refuse to look up at your face now. I don’t want to give you more of that pleasure. Almost in some kind of reflex and to gain myself some time to figure out something better, I raise my right hand and place it on your left pec. Feeling so damn wide, yet I immediately dig my fingers into the meat wall and start to knead it with quite some power. “Damn…” I mumble out, didn’t realize I said that out loud, but I keep massaging your left pec, trying to figure out where that power came from, how much is left and if my squeezing by any chance give yours the final push to fail too! My brain is a mess, it’s the best I can do at this moment while trying to figure out how to continue this crazy night and bend it back to my advantage again…