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Bod Battle Part Three
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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…
Rodrick_Kent: Your powerful grip has only the slightest twinge of defeat as you start to work my left pec. The swollen muscle fibers strains happily against your drilling fingers. I should be more careful, as my pectorals are already close to giving out, but I know I have earned worship. If DeRosa gives in and worships my chest it only strengthen my lead! He has already begun, his powerful grip uncertain caught between squeezing an attack and falling under my command!
Rodrick_Kent: I hear you take a breath as your grip becomes a massage, gentle attention given to the victorious set of mounds. Then you utter a single word, Damn! My heart soars and my head spins with pride! I feel my cock harden even further as my chest bounces yet again! DeRosa won’t look at me, his head downcast as I lord over him! “Hell Yeah, look at me Dearosa! Look at these thick dense pecs of mass destruction!”
Rodrick_Kent: I speak with an eagerness, a hunger that borders on mania! Humiliating my great foe is leaving me lightheaded as I fail to conserve my energy! I bounce my left pec, teasing and inviting DeRosa attention as I enjoy my victory and my spoils! My whole body feels so strong despite my fatigue, a heady but dangerous high!
Jacob_DeRosa: It’s hard to define your pecs, just by feeling them up. Obviously they are massive, so blown up yet extremely strong and thick. But it’s also like I feel some muscle fatigue as they tremble some as you move them. Which you clearly like to do still, bouncing your left pec in my hand to show its qualities even more. Your words match that idea as well, discernible how much you are enjoying this victory over me, the idea of humiliating me. I just continue to explore the size of your pec, even adding my other hand to feel up your other. Kneading like dough, starting all the way up, to the centre and all the way outward.
Jacob_DeRosa: I slowly begin to push myself up a little, still on my knees but my head getting back to the level of where yours is. You order me to look at you, your pecs of mass destruction and here I am. I put my forehead against yours once again, looking in your eyes while I keep working over your pecs with some solid power. Our musk mixing up, my breathing has calmed down. “So this is what you like, Kent?” I whisper with deep voice yet softly in your face. “You like to rub your pec victory in my face? Or you just love to be felt up?” I push out a little moan at you, every time I dig my nails deeper into your chest meat.
Rodrick_Kent: I can feel it, the shift and the pain, as your attitude changes everything! DeRosa is still working my swollen chest, but there is a defiance now. His hands work to damage my victorious mounds rather than worship! It is so obvious as our forehead’s press together, in your voice as it accuses me of enjoying being felt ups. I feel my rage rising yet again as you turn what should be my victory into another challenge!
Rodrick_Kent: It leaves me almost rejected, my victory barely celebrated before I can feel my opponent rebuilding! DeRosa’s physique seems to be recovering as his grip just gets stronger. It is maddening but I can feel it, smell it on him. DeRosa won’t give up the fight, now yet. Somehow my own fatigue seems stronger now, my motives slower too! “I like to win!” I hear myself say!
Jacob_DeRosa: I can see that you somehow are annoyed by my moves and words, although I’m just testing you more. “There a problem, Kent? I thought you like to prove your worth?” I give you a little smirk, still talking with soft voice to your face “You don’t want to show me more how much better your pecs are than mine?” I almost grin fully now, as I try to change my humiliation into yours, speaking with a more than confident tone.
Jacob_DeRosa: The moment of rest did me well, I can feel it. But still here I am, feeling up this big powerful man in front of me. I pull my head back just a little bit to create some space between us, while I also pull my fingers away from your chest. It’s only to ball them into solid pumped fists, holding them right in front of each of your pecs. Still looking into your eyes, I send a pretty solid punch into your left pec slab, shoving the muscle up. My other fist immediately connects with your other pec at the same vigor. “Damn Kent, you can really take some!” I taunt you with a big teasing grin, as I continue to punch your pecs alternately, just a little bit harder every time. “Look at you, you don’t flinch at all! So impressive” I say it in a slightly too sarcastic tone.
Rodrick_Kent: As my chest is pounded by your increasingly strong presence punches I feel an internal scream! Not of pain but of pure rage! How dare DeRosa think to mock my pecs, to mock my victory! I flex my considerable chest hard, but the fatigue of last contest still holds my pecs back! Still two can play this game! I lean back just a bit to square our positions, then I snarl out! “You are just jealous my pecs smoked your!” My tone is furious, my chest starting to sting more and more with each punch!
Rodrick_Kent: Then I suddenly lash out, my own strong left fist seeking out your massive chest’s muscles as I snarl into your face. With a heavy impact as I begin to return the punches. If DeRosa targets my left I throw for his right! For a long minute the two of us just pummel each other with a brutal growing intensity!
Jacob_DeRosa: It's like it's finally starting to sink in, you realize I have been mocking you for the last few minutes and I just love how it pisses you off! I have been working on your proud pecs good now, I can feel your pecs suffering more and more with every punch.
Jacob_DeRosa: Suddenly we just keep on pounding each others chest, I got to say I'm glad mine got a few minutes of rest, recovering. I grunt a bit with every impact and increase the power in my own punches after every one. We are both sitting straight up on our knees, trying to make the biggest impression over the other. After a dozen more punches to your pecs, my next suddenly ends up right into the center of your abs. Twice as hard as the previous one, testing your core unsolicited. I keep my fist as deep into your stomach as I can, "Not much to be jealous about it seems" I mock again with a wide grin
Rodrick_Kent: The shot to my gut is such damn surprise, I did not have my abs fully tense. The agony that starts in my abs and radiates outward. Your arm, pumped with tense cable like forearms and knuckles like granite keeps it place in my torso, trying to split my body and break my mind! “Cheap ….shot…” I gasp out as if rules still apply to this war of ego and muscle.
Rodrick_Kent: Your taunt still burns in my ear as I can feel the advantage firmly in your favor. That realization draws a growl from my throat! Just like on stage you refuse to admit defeat, refuse to fight fair! My right arm snakes up not to throw a punch but to pull your arm out of my abs. Your resist is not weak but I manage to pull your wrist to the back and outward. I don’t even pause to take the deep breath I so desperately desire as I twist my hips and throw a vicious left handed uppercut into sculpted abdominals. I trying to drive my fist up, hoping the angle will maximize pain and force your breath out!
Rodrick_Kent: “Yeah….we are because you are so secure in your superiority.” I snarl back, my voice holding contempt and fury.
Jacob_DeRosa: How easy it is too wind you up, it’s almost hilarious. As expected, once again you do just the same as I did to you. My smile still wide from cheek to cheek, I keep staring at you and flex my abs against your fist and slowly even push it back a little. My fingers reach for your wrist and slowly pull your arm away from me “You’re such a copycat dude. Or at least a wannabe one. You can copy my moves, but not my strength” hearing myself tease you so badly, winding you up more makes my bulge raging even harder in my posers. I release your arm and push myself to my feet, let my hips swing a little forward just enough for my posers to brush against your face on my way up.
Jacob_DeRosa: I bring my hands on the top of my pecs, pretending like they never suffered although they feel still sore as hell! “Get the fuck up copycat, prove me you can do better!” I start to roll my powerful abdominals once again, make them pop up from top to bottom while I let my hands let slide down over them. I keep exhaling to get my cobblestones in their best possible shape, looking down at you. Once at the tip of my posers, my hands start to move up again and once at my chest, my arms go wide up to bring my hands behind my neck again. “What are you waiting for Kent? Bring me your ‘cheap shot’!” I smirk down at you, the pleasure of my own pose going straight to my growing bulge, almost rubbing your face again and damn I love to keep it there just a second longer!
Jacob_DeRosa: 
Rodrick_Kent: This will not due, this is not going to be allowed! I smoke this punk after so much battle only to have him flex up on me and brag?!?! FUCK NO!
Rodrick_Kent: I rise to my feet, trying to find my composure, to refocus myself on the task at hand. Getting you bugling poser out of my face certainly helps to minimize then distraction, and he attempted humiliation! I remind myself I need to find my zen, my center to defeat you like I did pecs to pecs? But your conceded tone is just so beyond annoying! I take a few steps back and square up, looking at your spectacular abs and thigh pose. Yeah, your a specimen, but so what!
Rodrick_Kent: I twisted my hips, pull my arm back then with all the power I can muster I throw my best haymaker at those bulging cobblestones you call abs! The impact is a sudden brutal sound, the sensation of pain and resistance is there sure in my fist and wrist. Yet so is my power, the force of my punch drive into my prideful foe midsection! After a long moment I pull back to see just how well DeRosa weathered my blow.
Rodrick_Kent: 
Jacob_DeRosa: The time you use to let it sink in how I’m taunting you, have you rising to your feet, have you check out my spectacular abdominals… It’s all welcome at this point as I’m giving myself the time to prepare myself for what I know is coming. It’s insane to say that I just know you since this day only, still it feels like I have known you for years. Or, at least, enough to be able to predict your actions. And of course, after all the teasing, you come back with another heavy blow to prove you can match me. My core is flexing so hard, yet the impact of your haymaker is really brutal! Forcing some air out of my lungs, I’m pretty impressed.
Jacob_DeRosa: Your fist keeps pushing against my ripped abs, like they are fighting for dominance on their own. Until you push back and I grin when you do. “Not so bad for a copycat”, I can’t help but keep on teasing you constantly. My right hand moves towards the place where you just landed your punched and kind of theatrical, I wipe it with my finger like I’m pushing off a speck of dust. “But I can do better dude!” I kind of growl now and without further warning, I get myself in balance for a series now of 5 heavy blows into your upper abs, right under your tortured pecs: right-left-right-left-righhhttt! Trying to get every punch harder than the previous one, and leaving the final one with a heavy thunderous impact. My right fist digging deeper into your muscle meat. Checking out your face to see how this one has affected you!
Rodrick_Kent: I know the blows are coming, flexing hard even as you tease me. My abdominal muscles tense, becoming slabs of armor to weather what is coming. I smirk, trying to project confidence in this latest challenge! “Bring it on Loser Boy!” I dare right before your stance changes and your pounce without warning!
Rodrick_Kent: With a volume that echoes in the tight space of the room, your first punch lands! You take a high shot, hitting right below my protruding pecs. The blow is strong, leaving my torso stinging with mild pain but nothing I cannot endure. Your next blow flows on the heels of the first as I realize you are coming in with a right left combination. Again and again my torso is savaged, each blow building on the other in power and pain. My faces becomes a grimace as I endure!
Rodrick_Kent: Three more blows come in rapid succession. Each designed to devastate my abs, to break my plating so DeRosa can lord over me! Fuck That! The only good thing is the speed means I don’t have to endure the pounding for long! The last right particularly vicious, but my eyes stay focused, my face a thundercloud. I don’t keep some neutral bored expression, no my face is a mask of fury promising retribution!
Rodrick_Kent: As your big fist finally withdraws from my gut I embrace the pain, knowing this is going to be a long brutal contest! “My turn!” I say, my voiced suddenly pleased as I prepare to dish out some payback!
Rodrick_Kent: Yeah, DeRosa got good, but I jyst use that truth as motivation! No combination strikes for me, it’s just one vicious uppercut into your center abs! I let my arm snap into your flesh with a brutal efficiency! Then I repay the motion, striking the same point again! My face is a sadistic snarl as I watch you for reactions.
Rodrick_Kent: Then I lean back and strike again. I roar as I swing yet again! AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!!! I finally stop for a total of six blows to your powerful frame, looking sharply at my work hoping to see you crumble!
Jacob_DeRosa: Your face is a total open book now. The pain, the frustration, the anger, the confidence... It all shows! My last blow is very succesful, that's what your grunts are saying. Or maybe it's just the start of your comeback, which I should brace myself for once again as I see your arm swinging down again!
Jacob_DeRosa: A whole other strategy then mine, as you focus more on throwing uppercuts into my abs. “FUCK!” I scream in my head, the impact is heavy. I try to keep a neutral face but trying to keep my eyes wide open and lips pressed to each other just makes me feel and look pathetic, I know it. After the third punch, my eyes start to squeeze together and my teeth are showing. The 5th blow makes me growl in pain and the final one makes me exhale almost all air left in my body.
Jacob_DeRosa: Your fists have been trying to break through my steel door, but I didn’t let them in! I don’t need to look down at my abs to know they must be so red already by now! The pain radiating from there tells enough. I’m sweating hard, breathing fast, but this one will be mine. It just have to! There is no other option after that pecs fiasco.
Jacob_DeRosa: I roll my shoulders back, get my abs to vacuum and back to stretch them some and without speaking another word to you, I start the counter. At a slower pace now, I slam a first punch into the same red spot on your belly, making sure all the knuckles are sinking in as deep as possible. My focus on there for now, will check your face later on. This needs to be perfect! The second one is an uppercut, like yours, almost pushing your abs all the way up into your ribs! At least, I make myself believe I could actually do that. I do this combo two more times, trying to make it hard for you to flex up against the same power move. After the sixth hit, I pull my arm all the way back, gaining as much distance as possible before launching it back in: a final, savage, brutal uppercut into the centre of your core. Looking at your face again by now, breathing even faster due to all the power I’m putting in punching this steel wall in front of me! “I will destroy your pride Kent!” I puff out, flexing my own core back at you, inviting you to test me more! “COME ON!”
Rodrick_Kent: My abdominal once again harden into muscle plating as I let the sight of the pain that slowly ate through your prideful facade fuel my ego! I know it’s my turn to weather the storm, to endure the agony of my titanic foe! I am so psyched for it! DeRosa is a beast but that only confirms my greatness, the epic nature of our struggle, a war of muscle gods!
Rodrick_Kent: My confidence is so high, then you first blow strike with deliberate power and cruel aim! DAMNIT! It’s strong but of course it is, I just need to be stronger! A second uppercut as I can feel DeRosa will mocking me, using an uppercut shot just like I did! I grit my teeth trying to accept the damage, telling myself the power of this incredible man has to be endured!
Rodrick_Kent: The second blow is has the same weight, the same power grinding into my abdominals! I refuse to cry out but the third blow comes with a brutally inevitable agony. My jaw is clenched hard, my cock is a distract, getting harder with each hit!
Rodrick_Kent: On the fourth blow I let out growl of pain and fury! My abdominals are still like steel, still hardened against the rival god in front of me! My growl is filled with defiance as I utter a single work “Harder!!”
Rodrick_Kent: The fifth blow is delivered in answer to my defiance. The noise that escapes my mouth is something of cross between a growl and a whimper! My face is pained, my eyes close as the sixth blow descends!
Rodrick_Kent: “FUCK….” I find the strength to utter the word aloud…my pride intact some how despite the blanket of bitter pain in my abs. I am having trouble drawing breathe, my tighten muscle trying desperately not to slack! Then come the seventh blow…..
Rodrick_Kent: “FUCK!!!” This time my word lacks strength, it’s no manly roar of defiance. My voice sounds small, wounded as my breathing is fast and uneven! I doubt this agony could be worst, but then I hear you taunting me. I have to endure the sight of you flexing up as you tell me you destroy my pride! Your core flexed, daring me, demanding more battle! It is an insult to my pride, and damn good insult!
Rodrick_Kent: It triggers something in me, so last reserve of manpower!
Rodrick_Kent: I square my stance, take a deep breath and put a hand up on your thick rounded shoulder to help with my positioning. Then I roar out “Fuck You!!!” My first swing follows my words with staggering impact! My second uppercut follows with more speed than before! I can feel the pressure as DeRosa’s abs don’t break but I can feel the slight quiver! Fuck Yeah!!!!
Rodrick_Kent: Two more shots follow with a terrible impact, my aim still true as I inflict pain on my foe. My mighty fucking for! His abs still refuse to yield! I wonder if his cock is as hard as mine right now!
Rodrick_Kent: I shake my head, cleaning any thoughts save for my need to inflict! This a battle of the gods, I have to hit like one! Two more rapid uppercuts drive the air from my rival. My body is practically quiver from the effort when DeRosa is shaking from the impact! I take another breath, straight my stance and shout “You’ll break nothing but your fist!”
Rodrick_Kent: Then I throw a seven punch, somehow finding the power to hit harder still. The flesh of DeRosa’s abs darkening to more purple than red. Yet still the rival god stands. Wounded, breathless but standing strong. Impressive.
Rodrick_Kent: My eight and final shot tries to be all that more impressive. Unlike the others my last shot aim is slightly off. My power is no less but I can feel my punch was suboptimal and it is a bitter truth. I feel myself step back, my muscular arm too heavy to swing again as I inspect the competition!
Jacob_DeRosa: Your face has been showing signs of severe pain and fatigue during my last impact and it’s like the roar you deliver when you take your turn again, somehow sounds like a desperate one and I brace myself against your fists using these thoughts. I have to make myself believe that you are struggling harder than me here! And so I try to keep the image of your struggling face with your clenched jaws visualized while you are bringing your assault to my core once again.
Jacob_DeRosa: By trying to keep the focus on this moment, I am pretty sure I kind of missed your fist blows! Or at least, I could somehow suppress the heavy impact of them. It also sucks since I have no idea how many blows still to expect now! A series of uppercuts is following now and I brace myself with all I got left. Several growls escape my teeth and my body has to urge to bend over some, damn dude, you can’t!!
Jacob_DeRosa: So does my head and my eyes roll down for a second, enough to see how purple my abdominals already are! Feel some panic kicking in, but when you pull your arm back I clearly see how beaten your core is too! I let out a roar after another impact, so deep and primal, ordering my abs to flex harder! My air flow feels no longer under control as it just goes in all ways, only accelerating now.
Jacob_DeRosa: Another uppercut sinks into my core and though my flesh is sore and red, it’s like it’s less heavy than the previous ones. And suddenly, it stops… I know, as I watch you step back and watch you look up. A sudden rush of excitement boosts my body and mind. My turn! As if it was that easy, my core hurts with every breath I take in, hurts with every step I try to make. You punished me damn good as I feel my body scream when I try to push myself forward again.
Jacob_DeRosa: I bring my hand on the back of your neck and try to pull it down just a little bit. Your abs are looking bloody red already and my fist is like immediately attracted to it as the first blow feels damn heavy. Right into the centre of the red circle, I press my knuckles further in.
Jacob_DeRosa: The next 5 uppercuts are coming at lighting speed! At least in my mind it feels like that. My arm starts to feel heavy and is also trembling some. But I feel the adrenaline helps to keep the power consistent, high and brutal. I manage to keep every hit central and so targeting the same spot over and over.
Jacob_DeRosa: I know I am at 6 now and I just give you a small break. Not to recover. To let it sink in how much pain you are in. And also to prepare myself for 3 more heavy throws. I adjust my hand from my neck more forward to your throat, even pull it up just a little to stretch out your torso some more, expanding the redness on your red core. This position, I just realize, kind of makes me feel more dominant and I try to take advantage of it and send a new uppercut into your abs. With a big swing, a big impact. I’m grunting heavy now, hoping it can just add that little bit of extra power. Another one follows! My fist is tingling, it’s hard to tell how strong your abs still are as my hand is taking away all the sensations at this point.
Jacob_DeRosa: “Last one brother… I know that you long for it” I mumble, while bringing your head down again, trying to disturb your options to flex against my strength and with all I got left for this turn, I throw another uppercut into your core. I know less heavy then before, but still with some good force. I let my hand slide off your neck and step back, swinging my arms back “Keep up Kent!” I tease you.
Rodrick_Kent: I flex my abs tight, my core clenched and steeled against your battering fists. Each blow is like a thunderbolt to the gut, the process beginning to blur as my reddened abs suffer strike after strike. Just like my own vicious assaults you keep targeting the same spot for your heavy handed blows. Each blow is a new pain, an agony born of ego and fury, each strike one more titanic struggle between our bodies and wills!
Rodrick_Kent: Somewhere after the sixth muscle bruising blow you pause, a deliberate cruelty, as I know the storm is not yet weathered. I see your stance shift, feeling you move us both just a bit gaining a better position if no place else than your head! I grit my teeth determined to mastery the pain, to mastery this battle! My abs are in agony but I know that is a shared pain, an agony held on both sides! I won’t be broken, be lessened, not yet!
Rodrick_Kent: Then the sixth blow rains down, another brutal uppercut in our terrible body breaking battle! I feel the punch radiate up into my body with a fierceness, as if your will is striking me every bit as hard as your arm. I can feel your presence, your dominance growing as you strike me again and again. The rapid blast of power striking with such force I lose count of the hits as I feel yet another brutal impact! Numbness is starting to take the place of agony. That is not good…
Rodrick_Kent: Then I hear you muttering, taunting me. Think that is the only thing that keeps me up, the knowledge that my foe, that my fiercest rival is daring me! I find the strength to hold, not to break as I tell myself this is the last punch before my revenge is at hand! I tell myself not to give in to the weakness, not give in to you! The numbness spreads as I hear your words, your call to keep up in your confident tone! It like I can feel the finality in your words, and it makes so angry!
Rodrick_Kent: I let my body relax as my mind tries to find its composure. Fuck me, but I know I am in trouble. My will is still strong but my core is wounded. Still I refuse to bend, this battle this struggle is too important. I take a long deep breath and say “Keep up….like I have not been lapping you all weekend!” My voice is not so much a snarl of fury, but a simple statement. As if you offended me with the very suggestion this contest has been anything short of a battle of the gods!
Rodrick_Kent: I find my footing, putting my right arm on your shoulder again. I take moment to shift my right hand position, forcing your head up just a bit so our stares can lock. As our eyes meet I can see yours are filled with confidence and the lust to conquer. Despite all the pain we have inflicted you are zeroed in hard. I cannot help but hold your gaze for a long pause. My own need for valor, for competition just as strong in my eyes. Then I give you the smallest of nods, a simple yet profound exchange between two warring gods because like it or not there is no denying your are pushing me to my limits!
Rodrick_Kent: It might seem strange, but in that moment I let go of some of the hate, the seething jealousy and resentment. This has been the struggle of a lifetime and I will not, cannot deny my respect for the contest or need to know who will be left standing! It take all energy, all that emotion and swing my uppercut! It is a powerful punch, not my best but the best I can do right now!
Rodrick_Kent: I feel your flesh throbbing as my fist sinks deep into your abs. Neither of us tanking the other with easy now. I pull my arm back and level three more punches, three more uppercuts into your weakening abdominals as I stop thinking and just release all my emotions with my waning strength!
Rodrick_Kent: Then comes my fifth punch a heavy impactful strike, somehow deeper and more potent than all the others! I realize after throwing it the punch contained the last of my fury, the last of my strength. I want to strike again, need to strike again but I haven’t the strength, my breathing is ragged as I feel myself lagging. Still I steady my stance, step back and try to prepare to take more blows from DeRosa’s battered form. It’s only fair, I tell myself but I cannot help feel the slightest sense of vulnerability.
Jacob_DeRosa: There is a moment after my last punch, that not much seems to happen. I want to brace myself immediately for your heavy fists again but you move suspiciously slow and I try to use the moment to control my air flow. Sweat keeps dripping from my face while I suck a big amount of air in as I feel you place your hand on my shoulder again.
Jacob_DeRosa: I want to make myself believe that I see a change on your face, that something snapped. You are badly damaged that’s for sure! But what is this guy up to, would he be setting up some kind of trap? I feel pretty restless, still deciding to wait for your next move before coming up again first with something.
Jacob_DeRosa: My head shouting at my core, It must prepare to protect the fort. Our eyes locked and I see your fist coming in my peripheral vision, gritting my teeth in a reflex and suffer from your impact again. Several more follow and I absorb them to the best of my abilities. Somehow, it feels like they are weaker than before? Or maybe, my core is just so broken that I’m literally unable to feel anything anymore there!
Jacob_DeRosa: You send three more uppercuts now and my abs are still quaking hard and my core wants to break, I can just feel it. Fuck, not yet! Once such a pride, now turned into a red mess. But so are yours, and that gives me hope.
Jacob_DeRosa: The focus was on my inner pain but now I see the disturbed look on your face. I haven’t been counting but you can’t be ready yet. No words are coming from you, but no more punches either. My cock reacts faster than my brain as it boosts up bigger than before. Your air flow sounds like a mess and then you take a step back: a clear sign and invitation. I could feel bad for you and respect your efforts but my ego is way too bruised after you mocked me by winning the pec battle. I start to grin a little, I want to laugh harder but it just all hurts, takes so much energy. Don’t waste it…
Jacob_DeRosa: So lost in this moment now, I don’t even feel my legs bringing me forward and stretching out my arms again. Everything burns, from fingers to arms to chest and definitely abs… I’m crossing limits for sure but it’s the moment of truth. “I’m not sure Kent!” I try to roar out but even the strength in my throat is limited. With lefts and rights I send punch after punch into the same bloody red circle on your core. Way less power than minutes ago, but still delivering good.
Jacob_DeRosa: I think I crossed 10 before I slow down and add a few more. I keep my right fist pressed into your belly, tormenting what’s left of your upper abs. I lean forward and press my forehead into yours again “You wanna call this mine?”, I talk slow but breathing fast “Or think you can handle more?”. I pull back from you and place my right hand behind my neck, causing me a lot of pain all over my core to move like this. I let my other hand slide over the demolition you caused, feel that I obviously lost lots of density there. Looking at you with a small smirk, allowing my hard cock to almost break out my drenched watching you at your most vulnerable I have ever seen you.
Rodrick_Kent: “Call it?” I speak in a hurt tone, my words carrying weight and a new building fury! My core is numb in the center, my body, my pride and joy is wounded. I know I need to quit, to regroup and rally my forces. Yet as you stand there, poised and ready to receive my attack. My blood boils, my ego feels cracks as my confidence registers that I am falling painfully behind!
Rodrick_Kent: That fury explodes in my head, a swell of brief energy, of motivation forcing me to fight beyond the rational. On some level I know it won’t work, it’s a burst of false gains, a burst of fire before burnout. Still the confidence, the superiority in your stance, it is too much to endure!
Rodrick_Kent: I find my left arm tightening as my bicep and fist both clench so hard. I throw the first punch with a blend of rage and mechanical precision! My fist impacts into the same spot I have been working, I can only hope the pain is as great as the impact. I don’t stop there, I follow it it up with 3 more uppercuts fueled by rage, my arm strong once again as my eyes blaze with the promise of more pain to come!
Rodrick_Kent: I rest for moment, my glaze locked upon your, the heat in that exchange could melt steel. I can feel it, your determination, your defiance of my authority. It just like on stage but somehow worst. I throw my fifth punch, hoping to drive the air from your body!
Rodrick_Kent: My aim is just off as my body refuse to move with the power, the absolute authority I need to win this event! I take a breath, adjust my stance, as I deny the truth, the futility of the moment and swing again!
Rodrick_Kent: The punch land, my aim true but this time my power is lacking. It is still a mighty blow, but it fails to live up to the bombs the two of us have been exchanging! It’s not enough not nearly enough to finish DeRosa! Damn It!!!!
Rodrick_Kent: I swing again and again, know the blows are below my standard but trying for quantity over quality! It’s the desperate last act of a losing man! I hate myself for having to take it! I shift my stance, switch to my right hand and drive in three more rapid punches! I feel your muscles core quiver, but I know it’s not enough! How could those weakened blows be enough? I throw a left again followed by a right hoping the combination will somehow reverse the outcome.
Rodrick_Kent: It doesn’t. I look at you still standing wounded but strong. You know what I know, my arms are done, my core is numb and my despite my will demanding I continue I feel my knees buckle. My breathing giving out any hope of composure as I fall to my knees. I am spent, I am tired, I am unwilling to surrender but I am still somehow defeated!
Rodrick_Kent: “No….no….” I hear myself utter in denial, my ego unwilling to accept the truth of the moment as I look up at you. There you stand in the dominant position having won our latest battle. It’s a bitter truth to recognize, a circumstance I desperately need to reverse. I take a deep breath knowing your are going to revel in this victory.
Jacob_DeRosa: As you prepare yourself for another series of heavy blows, I close my eyes in preparation to receive them. My body feels so swollen yet so weak. I can’t tell how long we have been here but it feels like my body has been tormented for days nonstop! My thoughts are being interrupted by your fists and I realize again why you were my only true rival there on that stage!
Jacob_DeRosa: I try to bring my full focus in counting your punches, especially to be able to count down! I can hear my core screaming, but my brain is screaming back! Several land hard and heavy, yet the pressure starts to decrease. My eyes still closed, I start to panic. My mind instantly makes me believe my body got numb, even paralysed. My eyes shoot open now and I see how you are struggling like I haven’t seen you before. You are about to send another blow and I prepare myself but the impact is almost nothing compared to what you used to give me just minutes ago.
Jacob_DeRosa: Like totally unexpected, another huge adrenaline and testosterone shot boosts through my whole body, especially my cock. I press my hips forward, forcing my sore core to stretch out as I feel you are breaking now. I absorb some more hits from you until it happens: you crash to your knees in front of me! I want to grin, to mock you, to express my superiority for what I already call my victory, but I barely got any energy left myself.
Jacob_DeRosa: I let myself lean over a little bit, let my hand rest on your shoulder to keep myself from crashing down too. My pecs, my abs, everything is burning like crazy. My rockhard cock reminds me of my conquest here and it finally makes a small confident grin appear on my face, looking down at you. I need a while to catch my breath and squeeze your shoulder and puff out “You were a fool to challenge me here”, I try to add some torment to my voice. Your head in this position almost at the level of my cock, which I gladly grant the pleasure of rubbing across your head. I move my hand up to your skull and pat your head for as long you will keep down there on your knees.
Jacob_DeRosa: It’s impossible to forget or ignore the immense pain jolts shooting through my core everything I breathe in and out, but the adrenaline tries to do its job to keep it all bearable. I fold my fingers and grab some of your hair and pull you into my purple red, glowing abs. “You seriously told you could beat this?” I mock you, while I bring up my other arm and flex it as much as I can. Trembling, acidified muscle beast filled with veins and bring it next to your head. “I let you even choose which to worship first. I’m a generous man after all”, I try to laugh but stop as it just hurts too much.
Jacob_DeRosa: 
Rodrick_Kent: Fuck my sense of honor, not to mention my need to play for time. I slowly rise up some, straightening my back and shifting my head upward some. My hands rise up just as slow, my fingers flexing and stretching after being so long clenched in a fist. My whole body aches but I know I need to rally, to suffer some humiliation before I can turn the tide of the war. My fingers grasp your thick wrists and begin to trace back to along your massive forearms. I have to repress a sneer as I feel the coiled muscle, to fight my urge to dispute your power. After all you did win the last battle, I hate it but you are owed some props!
Rodrick_Kent: My fingers keep traveling along your forearms, passing the steel cable muscles only after a through testing. I can feel the heat, the sweat, I know your arms are tired but so are mine. Damn these are some killer forearms, DeRosa is worthy of some credit, but as I move you fingers to those big biceps I smirk not in appreciation but in anticipation. My fingers find the strength to drill into those big guns. My wrist and forearms stiffen as I squeeze the muscle head, hoping to find a weakness, to feel a twinge of agony as I inflict my grip. Sure its not my best grip but DeRosa is hardly at his peak either. My fingers drag into small circles on the biceps, slowly get larger as I brutally caress the flesh.
Rodrick_Kent: "You like showing off your guns, DeRosa? I mean why not they are pretty big.... Hell they are actually Huge!"
Rodrick_Kent: My tone is a testing, not a tease but not a surrender. I lean in and up some, my body pressing dangerously lose to yours, but my face is at least not in danger of getting a crotch rub anymore. I hands start to strain again as I force my fingers in between the beastly division between your shoulders and biceps. Damn that vascularity, the definition is so sharp and dry, its a wonder the judges did not blow a load when we clashed. I reach my left hand back and slap hard into your right bicep with a suddenly loud impact! I smirk as your arm stays flexed, thinking I noticed the smallest of flinches in the muscle fibers.
Rodrick_Kent: "Damn how hard is that bicep?" I say as my left had trace the fibers of your thick triceps, my right rising to squeeze your shoulder some.
Rodrick_Kent: 
Jacob_DeRosa: Are you seriously questioning me if I like to show off my guns? I want to laugh again but it would hurt so much. I know damn well you are teasing me here. It’s what the both of us have been doing all evening so far.
Jacob_DeRosa: The touch of your fingers on my skin, tracing the muscle fibers, the big hard veins, damn it makes me moan in pure pleasure. Somehow I can hear the spite in your voice and even feel them in the way you feel up my massive cannonball shaped bicep. I wouldn’t believe it could be possible but my cock keeps reacting to this extreme new level of arousal. The shaft continues to broaden while the big, wet cockhead tries to break out of the soaking wet poser. I can’t blame the poor guy!
Jacob_DeRosa: I get snapped out of the trance I got myself in, hear you asking me how hard my bicep is as you squeeze my shoulder some. Biting on my lower lip, moaning deep, I move my hand on your head again and grab some of your hair just enough to drag you up a little to guide your face against my arm. I press your soft lips against my rockhard muscle and keep you pressed there.
Jacob_DeRosa: “Damn Kent, you keep asking those pathetic rhetorical questions. I think you can answer this one on your own!” I say with a mocking tone, smirking down. Just enjoying the view of my nemesis kissing my bicep to the very max.
Jacob_DeRosa: 
Rodrick_Kent: I keep testing, keep exploring, as I seem to fall deeper in to worship. You push my head into you big gun, let my lips play along the swollen flexing fibers of the kingly bicep. I can admit it to myself, in my own head space. Those guns are huge! I let my hands keep wandering as my mouth supplies your arm with the attention it deserves!
Rodrick_Kent: I remind myself my foe was in a partial trance of bliss, that his rugged muscle and absolute confidence is wearing so very thin. My left hand goes to your right bicep, sliding down from your thick shoulder. My lips hungry tease the flesh of your other arm as my right hand slips under your uplifted arm. It’s a pity you are not moaning, not lost in pleasures and more. Still that will make your coming pain all the more fun to inflict!
Rodrick_Kent: With a sudden brutal aim my right snakes to your left thigh, grabbing onto the wide limb as I shift my shoulders and center of gravity. My head pulls away from your bicep to lean in against your torso. Then with another sudden powerful motion, I bend and slam a thunderous head butt into those damage abdominals of your! I am satisfied as I feel your body tremble and move backwards some!
Rodrick_Kent: “Damn DeRosa, good as you look my muscles must really turn you on. That dick of yours looks completely out of control!” I laugh as if my own body and manhood is not so tense, so very pumped and struggling to maintain control.
Rodrick_Kent: 
Jacob_DeRosa: Completely in the zone, so much into the arousal that your sudden shift in motion and head butt totally stuns me! My mouth open wide, but unable to make a sound, only just a slight moan could be heard. If only it would be able to hear my abs, as they are screaming like hell! I’m leaning forward now in a reflex, holding myself up using your thick shoulder.
Jacob_DeRosa: You laugh over my shoulder, my head resting against yours as I feel your hard dick pressing against mine now. My cockhead is still throbbing, my balls hanging swollen and heavy. I blink my eyes fast, forcing my chest in and out to breathe through the pain my abdominals keep giving. “You… bitch…” I manage to bring out, biting my teeth as I try to bring myself back.
Jacob_DeRosa: I bring one hand up between our chests, pushing yours back just a little. My other hand stays low and sneaks into your wet poser and cups deeper under your balls now, carrying them in my hand. My face is back in front of yours and I’m able to smirk back at you, while my hand moves over your heavy sack to the thick shaft and keep my fingers solid around it. I let my thumb rub over your cockhead a little, still staring deep into your eyes. “Looks like I got your little soldier not so little too huh” I laugh, bringing my face closer to yours, almost touching. “But how long will you be able to keep control, Kent. Wanna try a bet?” I say, panting excessively, almost over erotic, into your mouth.
Rodrick_Kent: I feel your body heat rolling into my own flesh, the sensation of the your thumb as it tease my big cockhead. I manage not to gasp as you smirk, no doubt thinking you have me at last. The energy in the air is so beyond anything I have felt before, so close to pushing me past any reasonable action. My heart pounds as I try to conquer the excitement, the fear and the erotic tense as our gazes lock yet again.
Rodrick_Kent: My god you lock magnificent even wounded and tired! I tell myself to be careful, a beast king of your caliber is most dangerous when wounded. I have done a number on your body and your pride, but I smirk despite the risk. We are both apex threats to the other! Perhaps that realization should not please me like it does but I feel so alive right now on the edge with DeRosa!
Rodrick_Kent: “Bet requires risk on both sides DeRosa.” I say in a challenging tone. My hands move steadily, my right going to your hand between our chests, my left reaching out and into your own sweat soaked poser. My fingers find those massive balls of yours while my thumb returns the slightest on rubs to your cockhead! Damned if you don’t take it like a champ, holding your defiance if not your composure as we both breathe hard and fast. Our breaths mingle as we stare at one another.
Rodrick_Kent: “I like a good bet, especially with a big rival.” My tone is excited, my pulse quickening as I try to control my body and breathe. “Think your stamina can out last mine?” My tone as much an invitation as yours was a challenge!
Jacob_DeRosa: I take in your hot breath when you talk back to me, almost too hypnotized to actually listen to your words. This moment, this position, it’s too damn hot. Still my brain keeps trying to warn me for this war, for this weapon in my posers you are trying to abuse, just like I do to yours. “I know I can beat you here as well, Kent” I manage to mumble out.
Jacob_DeRosa: I bite my lip as you keep playing my cockhead and moan inside my mouth. This night has been so hot, so brutal, so intense in all kind of ways that my cock is just so loaded. I feel my shaft is filled with lots of seed already and it just keeps coming.
Jacob_DeRosa: My hand keeps going up and down in your posers, feeling every inch over you throbbing shaft and heavy loaded balls. My other hand moves up and I let my fingers rub in your wet hair. I stop just at the top of your head and grab some of your hair and yank it back to make your head tilt back a little. I press my nose against your chin, rub it from side to side and take in your manly smell. Then I move my face up and lick your bottom lip gently.
Jacob_DeRosa: In the mean time I have pulled the waistband of your posers down and got your cock and balls out, hanging down. I don't have to look down to know how massive it is. My index finger tracing a big vein down in your shaft down to your heavy sack. “Let’s see how long these boys can last against my irresistible charm”, I moan into your face.
Rodrick_Kent: “Everything…..everything about my boys….is so long.” I tease back as your hand works with expert skill. The heat, the scents, my fatigue and my muscle lust all conspire to make these next few moments a manly torture of epic proportions! This is the final battle, the last part of our war of the muscle gods! We have both scored some wins, weakened our rival but also suffered defeats at the hands of our rival! The realization that this the last of our clash of titans is the only reason I don’t surrender to the moment right now!
Rodrick_Kent: I try to compose myself, to control my breathing but DeRosa’s finger slides on my shaft tracing my veins sends a small quiver through my body. Fuck it feels so good, have to answer, to fire back!
Rodrick_Kent: My own hand releases its grip on your big cock just long enough to stripe away your sweat soaked poser. Then my fingers gently trace along the underside of your big weapon, starting at the base and slowly traveling up. I hope the sensation is a pounding, a bomb of pleasure! My fingers gently caress your big cockhead just under its flaring head, on finger tracing the edge!
Rodrick_Kent: “Even here….even now….its a war DeRosa….I am betting my Weapon of Mass Destruction….is superior to yours!” I tease, the contest of champions as much as turn on to me as the handjobs themselves! Letting myself feel that thrill might be a mistake but win or lose I am going fight with absolute confidence! I can outlast DeRosa, I can defeat any rival Muscle God!
Rodrick_Kent: “Never had….such a mighty foe….god you are a beast…..it’s a turn on…..the battle….my muscle….the conquest…..finding a rival….!” I am feeling my balks and shaft expanding, somehow hardening further. The need to release, to let the mass of cum explode out is sharp, but the need to fight this battle, to engage in the ultimate test is so much more!
Jacob_DeRosa: The amount of arousal hanging in the air, it’s just crazy now. Like I can literally smell our manhood mixing up. All the energy from this day merging into an erotic endgame. I feel you pulling down my posers, like it has been begging for that to happen for ages now. You finally let it free as my balls are so swollen by now.
Jacob_DeRosa: Your fingers once so heavy and brutal, now all so tender and soft. The sensation only makes the explosion in my head bigger. I’m so insanely turned on. Your finger feeling up my thick shaft, forces me to moan almost out of my control. It just feels so damn good!
Jacob_DeRosa: As you keep speaking, praising me for my body, my skills, my meaning for you here… I fully press my lips into yours and push my tongue in, make it wrestle with yours. I yank your head back just a little further, let my head lean over yours as we make out. Not extremely passionate, not extremely hostile. Pure mascular lust.
Jacob_DeRosa: Heavily grunting inside your mouth while all my fingers are locked solid around your thick shaft, stroking up and down. My thumb taking a moment to pleasure your cockhead every time it comes at the cock, while I bring my hips some closer and allow my own cockhead to pound in between your big balls at pretty good pace. Growling deep in your mouth, trying to keep my dominant side up while working your body and your mind with an erotic overload.
Jacob_DeRosa: Eventually I pull my head slightly back, eye to eye, I whisper “Come on Kent… Or… Damn, gonna call you Roddy from now on… Blow that weapon for me…. Show what you got…. It’s begging to get oooouttttt….” With every word I speak I jack off your big tool a little bit faster, moaning at the pace. I can’t help but let out a small, bit of an even grin, before I gently push my lips back against yours.
Rodrick_Kent: My foe, my partner keeps pleasing, keeps pleasing, keeps up the strange erotic dance of muscle and mayhem as our bodies both quiver. Each of us skillfully play the other’s cock, each working to unman the other as I feel myself sinking deeper into muscle lust. The need to blow only slightly over shadowed by the need to dominate this stud. We kiss again, the firm motion an attack of pure please and intensity, the need to rule so absolute. Still I call feel myself slipping. The sheer need to win almost overlap by the need to experience more. My steel hardened cock is so rigid and full it hurts. My lips have forgotten how to form words….
Rodrick_Kent: I don’t speak, instead I lean forward ever so slightly. Both our bodies shift as I rise slightly above you, your muscular body, massive cock and sweet lips below mine as I press in. I try to crowd you, to use the tactic to overwhelm you and that massive weapon of yours. Still I know it won’t be enough, hot and passionate and filled with erotic sensations but never enough. So I try something else. I pull our bodies in tight, pressing even as we both jack the other off. I lean in closer, my weapon above yours, our hands still hard at work to weaken the other.
Rodrick_Kent: Then almost reluctantly I let go of your big tool and quickly reach out taking your hand from my own big member. I let out a moan as I do, the haze of the muscle lust weighing so heavy on my body and mind. Then in one last decisive motion I don’t my colossal cock right into your own weapon of mass destruction! Shafts press and cross with erotic friction and sudden pain, but my real target are those big bad balls of yours!
Rodrick_Kent: My own hanging orbs swing in slamming so hard into your own balls! I grit my teeth as the pain takes a toll on my balls as well! Then somehow I find the strength to move again, rolling and press my big balls against yours. Pain followed by pleasure all directed at your thick swollen balls! That has to be enough!?! Surely the big stud will blow now….. I can feel my breathe catching as my balls start to churn and raise up….
Jacob_DeRosa: My mind is stuck in some kind of erotic heaven, until I feel you changing grips and position. I just look at you and allow you to remove my hand from your thick shaft since you do it gentle and with respect. My own cock flips against my abs as I feel my wet cockhead leaving warm precum there.
Jacob_DeRosa: And there it comes, without our hands around there, we allow our big loaded weapons to bring the battle on their own! I press my forehead against yours and grunt in your face. Sweat mixing up, dripping down on our touching cocks and balls. I know what you are trying to do as soon as you begin to poke my heavy nuts. I can literally feel you poking the cum up there and I just bite my lip hard.
Jacob_DeRosa: I notice the struggle on your face is the same as mine. Both so extremely turned on as we make our dicks wrestle for control. I move one hand behind your back and let it slide down on to your ass cheeks, smacking them hard before pulling you hard into me. Force my cock brutally into your swollen balls and massage them all the way up and down, squeezed against mine.
Jacob_DeRosa: My cock keeps leaking, pre cum still but no idea for how long. Wetting your sack all over, leaving sticky cum all across your nuts. Occasionally moving my thick shaft up to rub it against your big cockhead, trying to get you over the edge before I do! Hell, I could explode any second now…
Rodrick_Kent: DeRosa battles my body, my masculinity like the muscle god he is! Back and forth our thick weapons of mass destruction rub each other raw! Our shafts teasing and caressing for long seconds before switching to a more aggressive style. It feels so good, so right to set our war with our oversized manhood. Our bodies quiver as our tightly squeezed balls seem draw to try and smother the other!
Rodrick_Kent: My hands grip your firm rounded ass, squeezing those hard mounds of muscle as we gaze at one another. I push with my forehead, the heat and scent come off our linked skin is so arousing! This fucking muscle god wants to defile me yet I smile! This combat, this thrilling duel of muscle madness feels so fucking good! DeRosa and I are testing each other’s resolve and threshold unlike any other battle!
Rodrick_Kent: “Can you…..finish me…before I….ruin you?” I gasp barely getting the words out between labored breathing and haze of pleasure. My balls feel like a volcano about to erupt! I am so close as we both stand on the edge!?! Who will go first?!? I cling to that thought, that lust for competition is the only reason I have blown my load. Still even I have limits….
Jacob_DeRosa: Tingles all over my body, my brain can’t go anywhere else at this point than at my aching cock who’s almost begging to be released. You gasp some more taunts and even if I would wanted, I didn’t have the energy now to answer them. I let my cock speak and press it deeper into your balls. I only grunt, looking in your eyes. So fatigued already, but my heart is pounding out of control.
Jacob_DeRosa: I let my head rest against yours now, taking in each other’s breaths. “You… You should… finish… yourself…” I mumble out while I let my face slide down into your neck, leaving several kisses on the way. I pull your ass even closer into me, bending my neck more to press my lips against your chest, searching for your nipples. My hips still pushing forward, brawling with your cock as I feel mine reacting to what my mouth is doing. Feeling the cum trying to escape my cockhead as I desperately try to keep it there just a little longer.
Jacob_DeRosa: My tongue finds your left nipple and I start to chew it gently while I’m only hoping to be flooded by your cum right now! Squeezing your ass cheek a bit harder, playing with the top of your nipple. Fuckkk I need to explode, this man is too damn hot! Feeling that this last move is making me lose all the control, just a matter of seconds now…
Rodrick_Kent: The haze of lust has almost completely overwhelmed my will. Your attack on my nipple is strong, my cock ready to explode! With whatever strength and focus I have left I try to think past the pleasure, pass my quivering physique need for release. I jerk my hips one last time, as much a reflex as an attack! My swollen balls squeeze into your engorged set of balls once more as I breath with sudden desperate exhaustion!
Rodrick_Kent: Then I feel it, my foe’s swollen balls rubble and rise, his hard cock suddenly stopping its violent press into my manhood. I feel my body on the absolute brink, I know I am about to blow, to surrender to my need to cum! Yet I somehow manage to holdout as DeRosa’s massive frame and manhood lean back as my rival muscle god lose his composure, his confidence and most importantly his seed! The explosion of cum is magnificent to see, to feel as DeRosa’s Wad pours forth like erupting volcanic apocalypse!
Rodrick_Kent: I hear myself growl once in pained low voice, then my load explodes outward, my will no longer able to contain my need to release my potent seed! For some time I just loss myself in the act, two muscle gods blowing their loads, the battle lust forgot as I indulge my cardinal needs and wants! My whole body aches yet thrives as I pump my wads out like geyser, my pride slowly returning as I realize my victory is achieved.
Rodrick_Kent: Looking over at DeRosa I can see his cock is still going strong just like my own, the two of us having so much juice to give. It’s such a fucking pleasure, a release after such a brutal battle of muscle and will, I should just enjoy these moments. Instead I hear myself say in an authoritative manner, “Good Fight but I win! I held my load longer, now I want to hear you say it Beta Boy! Admit defeat!”
Jacob_DeRosa: It still feels somehow unexpected yet it had to happen now. My cock explodes a deluge of cum all over your core and mine. I hear myself growling in a mixture of pain relief, ultimate pleasure and a sensation of pure dominance. My eyes rolling back in their sockets, allowing my body to take full control over this moment. I gasp for air as my cock keeps asking for more and more energy, still blasting at the same pace as it started, allowing my head to rest against yours and look down at the massive eruption. Your words enter my brain but my brain is too busy with things down there and it doesn’t really sink in at this moment.
Jacob_DeRosa: It all happens so fast and I could have sworn that your explosion came together with mine. Looking down at how heavy you cum, mixing up with mine and covering our hot and sweaty torso’s. Fuck, this view is just insane as I can’t take my eyes off the spectacle. Several seconds go by and our cocks just keep spewing sperm up. I moan into your face, allowing myself to get full pleasure of this moment, grabbing up your heavy tits to squeeze them up, adding up to my own arousal. While I could tell your flow was slowing down and weakening after a while, I force my shaft into yours again and give my swollen nuts the sign it’s no time to slacken yet!
Jacob_DeRosa: I let my balls smack into yours, forcing more cum out of my crazy swollen and veiny dick, never felt it being this thick before! Our bodies are completely coated with a heavy layer of sticky cum and it’s only increasing. I grin down, proud of my cock after all, since I clearly am superior in keeping the sperm flow going compared to you. I am moaning heavy now, deep grunts while I start to laugh a little.. “Fuck this shit Kent… Who gives a fuck who came first if you see… THIS!” I smirk and cover your balls with my spraying gun, almost a total mocking gesture. “I got so much more alpha seed than you bro! How about you admit THAT!”
Rodrick_Kent: My mind is still hazy as you finally reply to my words with a demand of your own. Looking down at my swollen balls and eruption cock I cannot help but notice to my disappointment your set does seem to be spewing out a thicker stream than my own! I shake my head, that was not the challenge. Hell I still got loads to shot, I just am not exactly match your big cock and balls staggering pace. Then you bump our balls together again, fucking bastard!
Rodrick_Kent: My own voice is strained, my words heavy with growls and grunts that become moans. “Fuck that, the challenge was who could hold his load! I made you blow bitch! You remember that, besides I am far from out of ammunition here!”
Rodrick_Kent: To prove my point my own big weapon returns fire, my spray suddenly strong for a few moments as I cover your own big balls in return! I refuse to bend, to blow to your dominant persona even now! I won this battle of manhood fair and square! I refuse to be impressed with that massive load you are slinging!
Rodrick_Kent: I lock foreheads with you again, feeling that hot sweaty flesh pressed against mine, the scent of our war of the muscles gods still a fucking high to smell! I can feel the power, the dominance radiating off your fantastic physique. I simply refuse to yield to it! “I won and I will win again if I have to!” I say with more conviction than I feel, still I cannot give in now. “I can go all night!” Even as I speak our newest eruptions of cum seem to collide into a hot mess splashing back on both of our tense cores.
Jacob_DeRosa: Our faces mixing up more sweat, also needing your head to lean against as the fatigue is about to take it over completely. Looking down at the crazy hot mess we just created, and still building on. Damn, you suddenly burst another brutal amount of cum and it both arouses and intimidates me somehow. Still, my cock isn’t fully emptied yet and I force myself for another massive sperm explosion. Both our ab walls are almost invisible due to the crazy coat we put on ourselves. You keep screaming, like a child who didn’t get what he wanted and I just sigh in response, still trying to focus to outsize your amount of cum by a lot more! You keep raging about winning, go all night until I just put my hand over your mouth to fuckin make you shut up!
Jacob_DeRosa: My cockhead keeps throbbing, aching too now. Cum keeps coming but it’s reducing faster now. “Stop acting like a baby dude and let me fuckin enjoy this moment!” I bark at you, pulling my hand away from your mouth, still leaning against your head. I let one hand slide down your chest straight into the pool of cum we created there. The sensation forces a larger cum stream out of my deflating nuts for a few seconds and I keep moaning into your face. I feel the sudden exhaustion takeover, not only in my cock and balls, but in my whole body and even my brain. It’s crazy to realize that only a few hours ago, I was standing on that bodybuilding stage! And right now, I just had an epic brawl with a massive foe and a cum session I haven’t had before.
Jacob_DeRosa: Until a few minutes ago, my brain would be protesting to keep fighting. But at this point, I can barely keep myself standing on my legs as they are trembling heavy under me. I give it all this night. I could go on, for sure, but it would be in a condition that would not be me anymore. But still I wouldn’t surrender at all! Even if I had to drop down right here, right now. I can’t let you take the ‘win’ you claim so bad. “Damn that sensation after you cum hard and the decompression hits haha” I try to laugh, lower the tension between us, trying to show off a more raw, honest side. “We should meet again next week to settle this for once and for all”, I keep grinning, looking at you to see your reaction to my attempt to disarm this situation.
Rodrick_Kent: Your words race over my temper, my body starting to go numb, my muscles threatening to cramp or worse. I want to keep fighting, keep cumming, but I know I am drained. Still so is the stud before me! The two of us are spent, both lightheaded and continuing now just seems like a mockery of the raw power we have exchanged. No one wants to see two muscle gods on their knees, to titans wounded and unable to have a proper muscle war!
Rodrick_Kent: I let myself take a deep breath, then another as I try to compose myself. “We both got some go hits in. You are a fucking beast DeRosa, I will admit that.” I keep lean in against you, my on express matching your grin. The scent, the heat and the muscle all conspire to leave me in awe, not of you precisely but of us, of this absolute battle of the bods we waged on each other.
Rodrick_Kent: “We need to set this. We both need to know.” I lean in closer, our trembling bodies telling the truth neither want to admit. There is no victor here, not today. My lips brush up against yours, competitive urges spent for now, muscle lust and exhaustion mingling in its place. Our sweat foreheads press tightly together as I lick my stare on yours. “No man has even pushed me like this before stud.”
Rodrick_Kent: My hands come up, the left on your shoulder the right to your wide lat, there is no fight, no attack in the gesture. “DeRosa you are a fucking muscle god, I …I am impressed. Part of me hates it but I am so fucking impressed with your physique, your attitude.” I let myself take words register, let the veil of peace settle on us for a few as we still tremble and take deep breaths.
Rodrick_Kent: “But I have to know, I have to see this settled.” My lips press against yours as our torso press tighter as I draw you to me. For a long few moments we kiss, we embrace till I pull my head back.
Rodrick_Kent: “I need to know who is the stronger Muscle God. One week my perfect rival, one week and we war again.”
Jacob_DeRosa: Kind of to my relief you agree to my observations and suggestions, we are unable to continue this battle like a proper war and we will need a next meeting to settle this. Your voice still challenging, yet also full of respect and admiration. I want to do the same, but you press your lips against mine and for a moment, I’m just flabbergasted.
Jacob_DeRosa: Not in a shocked way, no full surprise. This night just took so much from me, my brain needs some time to let these sensations sink in. This is my rival? My enemy? An inspiration? My sexual arousal? It’s just too hard right now to overthink all of this. Just like my dick is getting harder again as well.
Jacob_DeRosa: I bring my hands behind your back and rub them up, and answer your lips with a deep with kiss from mine. Just going with the flow, I allow myself this moment of passion and mutual respect. Your lips so soft yet so strong. Then you pull your head back but I keep my hands rubbing up and down your back, staring into your eyes. I grin at your words. “We both are Muscle Gods, Kent. You are a crazy warrior.” I take a break for a second and bring my hands to your face now, holding your jaws gently. “We will battle again soon. And then I’m going to own This, this and… this” I smirk while putting a finger to your forehead, one to your chest and one down to your cock.
Jacob_DeRosa: I just laugh now, almost like I’m really having fun, forgetting the massive rivalry and probably hatred I should be feeling for you now. I give you a wink before I turn around and search for my bag which I’m pretty sure must be somewhere over here. Soaked in sweat and cum, smelling like shit but I don’t mind. I turn back towards you “You got my number. Text me when you’re ready for your next beating.” I smirk on my way out. Damn, what a night!
Published: 2026-07-09, viewed 102 times.
Oliver Muscle
15 days agoTwo utter titans, gotta pay respect where it's due. Even if I kick both your asses ;)
KENEALLY Brothers
16 days agoHOT - HOT - 2 stud guys going at it . Kick ssa match
Kad Royce
16 days agoI devoured this story like a real battle of the titans.
What you have created is more than a duel: it is a rise in tension, a collision of ego, a dance of power where each gesture, each posture, each exchange becomes a moment of pure dramaturgy.
I took a crazy pleasure in following this escalation.
The scene, the rivalry, the way the two giants respond to each other, challenge each other, excel each other... everything is alive, vibrant, built with a precision that gives the impression of being in the room, feeling the heat, the sweat, the rage, the pride.
I loved the way you put the pressure on: the pose that becomes provocation, the provocation that becomes a challenge,
the challenge that becomes a confrontation. We feel the bodies, the looks, the breaths, the hesitations, the swings. It’s physical, it’s muscular theater, a real strength choreography.
Thank you to the authors. You delivered a powerful, generous, and immersive story. A text that does not just show: it makes you feel. And that, for me, is the mark of great feathers.
Rodrick Kent
15 days ago(In reply to this)
Such a stunning endorsement! Thanks for feedback and review of the story Kad. I am proud of the tone and building action on this piece. We knew the length of the story would be a problem for some but it was necessary to build the constant escalation in an organic and dramatic fashion.
Your commentary makes the exercise of writing it all the more gratifying. I am glad the work invoked such a strong reaction and even more so that is was the emotional rresponse Jacob and I intended.