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Battle of The Cole's
It's late and quiet at the local gym, with only one stud being present, Cole Rogers. His body is pumped, and looking delicious, having just finished a hot workout he decides it's no better time to do some poses for the camera. After all, he's gotta keep his online followers drooling over something. Sadly tho, his alone time is ruined by the text book definition of a gym bully, Cole Dexter.
Dexter has had a long week to say the least and was just looking forward to enjoying a workout in an empty gym, something he thinks he's going to get until he rounds the corner and sees a shirtless Cole Rogers, flexing. Dexter's first impressions reveal him not to be impressed by the body Roger's possesses, and even has the audacity to tell Rogers to get a better body before flexing and showing off. Even after that, Dexter is shocked and amazed at the utter disrespect Roger's shows him, something his ego demands unconditionally.Â
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All Cole Rogers wanted was to be left alone, and all Cole Dexter wanted was to continue to prove why he deserves to be called an ultimate gym bully. Clearly the only way to settle this was on the mats. Now with a combination of anger, and hatred these two take this from verbal to physical. Both want to claim victory over the other, but only one can be the victor.
Can Cole Rogers put the bully in his place?
Or
Does Cole Dexter's stronger muscles tame the as he puts it "the wannabe tough guy"?
Starring
Cole Rogers
Cole Dexter
Cole Rogers
It's late in the evening at the local gym, and the place is completely dead. Besides the staff at the front counter, there's no one there. Well, no one except me. And I'm making full use of the empty gym to get some wonderful glamour shots of myself in the gym mirrors. I have a camera set up on a tripod near the wall length mirrors in order to get shots of myself as I flex and pose. I'm just in my shorts at this point, my shirt next to the camera on the floor, leaving me mostly bare as I work through some poses, taking my time to flex in the mirrors and try to decide what'll make the best shots. I'm in no rush, and really not even paying attention to anything around me since I don't expect anyone else to show up this late. I'm currently working through a double bicep flex, waiting for the timer on the camera to tick down to take the shot.
Cole Dexter
It’s been a long day, a long week, and already feels like it’s been a long year, despite it only half way through 2026. The company I’ve been modeling for this past week has a manager, or whatever he calls himself, from hell itself. Nothing is ever right—too much light, not enough light, I have to turn this way, no, back the other way, not flexing enough, flexing too much, and on and on. This is what it’s been like all week. Despite never thinking it would end, it finally has, and to blow off some steam, I can think of nothing better than pumping some iron. Instead of using my home gym, I opt to go to my local gym. Even though it’s late, gym members have 24/7 access, provided they have their key card on them.
Having now driven the short distance from the modelling studio to the gym and having parked my car, I use my keycard on the door and enter the air-conditioned, quiet, empty gym. I take a very quick look around and am immediately happy at what I see: no one, empty, just the way I like it. I throw my towel over my shoulder and continue deeper into the gym. Sadly for me, that happiness from before doesn’t last long when I see I’m not alone. Not only do I have to share the gym with someone, but I seemingly have to share it with a show-off. I toss my towel onto a nearby bench and watch from a distance before smugly shaking my head. With the gym so empty, I grab the collar of my black shirt and pull it over my head, dumping it on top of my towel before approaching you. “Sup, show-off? Piece of advice: before showing off your arms, get some real biceps,” I say, oozing arrogance, before flexing both of my bigger biceps at you.
Cole Rogers
Things were going so well. I had the place to myself. It was quiet. I could do what I wanted. Then from one moment to the next my peace was interrupted as you appear as if out of nowhere, actually startling me a bit and causing me to jump slightly. I turn quickly to look at you, eyes scanning you as you flex your biceps in front of me. I immediately hear and practically feel the arrogance and cockiness coming off of you as you come over to me, out of the whole empty gym, to talk shit. "That's cute," I say, smirking at you now. "Calling me a show off and then coming over here to show off. Well it's not all about how big the muscle is, asshole, it's about how it looks and how well you can use it." I turn back to the mirror and give another strong double bicep pose. Sure, they're smaller than yours, but it's not like they're sorely lacking. "How about you keep your opinions to yourself. I'll give you permission if I want you to talk to me." I say snarkily, watching you in the mirror.
Cole Dexter
I’m expecting you to instantly fall in love with me like almost everyone does around me. The sexy rich model that is Cole Dexter is in their presence and actually talking to them. However, just as my voice startled you, your reaction and reply to me startles me. I break my flex and cross my arms in front of my body, making my biceps flex involuntarily. For several seconds all I can do is just look at you in almost a state of shock. That doesn’t last long, and I give my reply, “Well, show-off, I appreciate the permission, but I don’t need permission from you; if anything, you should be begging my permission to be allowed to remain in my presence. All I simply said was, get some muscle before showing off. You look to me like a weak wannabe tough boy.” Not caring for your pose, I uncross my arms and quickly break into yet another cocky double-cep pose, showing off yet more of my muscles.
Cole Rogers
I see you looking shocked by my response and I just smirk at you in the mirror, dropping my arms. I figure that's going to be it. Some big, pretend tough guy coming in to try and push over what he sees as easy prey and make his place known as big dog of the gym. Usually those types back off when they get even a small amount of push back from me, and I expect no different from you, insomuch that I go to my camera and start setting up the timer again, expecting you to leave. But you don't. Instead you open your big mouth again, telling me I should be begging you for permission. I just roll my eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Who are you again? Just some muscle head." I turn to look at you, turning to give you a bodybuilder pose with one arm, popping out my bicep a little more. "Does this look weak to you? I think you're just jealous. All that muscle and you can't do anything with it. Probably get your ass kicked on the regular, don't you, big shot." I taunt.
Cole Dexter
Chuckles escape my lips as my ears continue to absorb the sound of your voice and the bullshit you continue to talk. “Jealous? Seriously? Genuine question: who the fuck would be jealous of you? There is nothing about you to be jealous over. As for the rest of the bullshit you just said, I’ll simply say this: stop reflecting. Just because you’re clearly a bitch of every stud you’ve ever met doesn’t mean I’m a pussy too, like you.” My hands now rest gently on my hips, arms slightly pumped from the flexing, biceps bulging involuntarily, and veins popping.
Cole Rogers
If my eyes rolled any harder they'd probably pop out of my head. "Lots of people are jealous of me, asshole," I say, still facing you as I cross my arms over my chest, like I'm just getting bored of having to deal with you altogether. Then you call me a bitch and a pussy and my hands drop to my sides, my eyes narrowing slightly. "Look fucker, I've taken down guys bigger than you plenty of times. Because it's always the big meatheads with the big mouths that are the actual pussies. I mean, look at you, you're always flexing like you got something to prove, even just standing there. Seems to me like you might be trying to make up for things lacking...elsewhere."
Cole Dexter
I sigh a little and let out my soft side, a side of me that normally only my friends see, but in a way I pity you. “Let me ask you, what’s your name? Weak boy? Pussy boy? Bitch boy? Whatever, it doesn’t really matter; just because you beat guys and have guys jealous of you in your dreams or imagination doesn’t mean it’s real life. Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but this is real life.” I turn my head from side to side, pretending to look around. “And in real life, you’re just a wannabe tough guy. Don’t worry though; I'm sure in a few years, you might be at a level that’s considered ok by some people. But if you ask me, you’ll never get there, hahaha.” I finish by looking you up and down and with a somewhat evil laugh before walking off back to the bench I dumped my towel and shirt on, not wanting to provide you any more of my valuable time.
Cole Rogers
If you were trying to push my buttons, you definitely succeeded. As you continue to make fun of me and downplay my strength and physique, I start to get angrier and angrier. I grit my teeth as you talk about everything being in my dreams and my hands slowly ball into fists. And then you laugh at me. You actually laugh! Telling me I'll never get to whatever you consider to be a good level. And then, above all else, you turn your back to me and walk off, like you hadn't just pissed me right the fuck off. I stalk after you, closing the gap quickly, then reach out to try and give you a hard shove in the back. "How about I show you then, bitch ass. Right now. In the mat room. I'll wipe the floor with you and send you crying home to your mom!"
Cole Dexter
My mind is already drifting back to my planned workout and how shitty my week has been, but talking with Small Fry was definitely a good distraction. Suddenly a few steps from the bench, I feel hands against my back and stumble forwards as I’m pushed. I know instantly who did it before I even turn around. Immediately I growl in anger and slowly turn around, my fists now clenched in anger. I lift my right arm up and make it look like I’m about to throw a punch at you. Instead I try and surprise you by sending my boot at your abs to shove you back and away from me. “You want to fight? Fine, you’re on tiny.” I snap out.
Cole Rogers
After I shove you I just stand there, hands back to clenched fists at my sides. When I see yours do the same I expect it to come to blows here and now instead of a show of strength in the mat room. You raise your fist and my eyes narrow, practically daring you to throw that first punch. With me focusing on your fist and your face, your foot easily connects with my gut, forcing me to double over slightly and cover my stomach with my arms as I stumble back a few steps. I immediately straighten, not wanting to show any weakness to you, something akin to a growl escaping my throat from the anger that's built up. "Bring it meathead. Pussy muscle." I snap back. Then I smirk, relaxing slightly. "Unless you're scared." Then I turn to stalk towards the mat room in the back, leaving my crap there for now.
Cole Dexter
I watch my boot connect and knock you back, but it seemingly does little damage. Despite that, my fists remain firmly clenched by my sides, only unclenching when you start to walk away to the mat room located towards the back of the gym. I follow you a few steps behind, but only after removing my keys, wallet, and phone from my shorts pockets. As I walk, my eyes remain totally fixed on your wannabe tough, young body. Deep down, despite feeling disrespected by you, a part of me is excited, a part that’s firmly hugged by my shorts and gear. The closer I get to your back, the more my cock surges, and the further back it gets, the more it calms down. Soon enough, though, we enter the dimly lit mat room. Before stepping onto the mats, I kick off my shoes and socks, leaving me in just shorts. “So, weakling? Winner by submission? Would you like an advantage? Lord knows you’ll need it to have a chance in a million.”
Cole Rogers
I walk to the mat room, completely unaware of what's going on behind me. I know I'm leaving my back to you, leaving myself vulnerable even, but part of me wants you to just try something so I can fire back. But nothing happens. I kick off my own shoes and socks before moving onto the mats, walking further into the room to give us some space between each other before I turn back around to face you, looking focused. Serious. "Yeah, sure, by submission. If I decide to let you submit at all," I say, sneering at you now. "Maybe I'll just keep you here for a while, begging me to let you go. That sounds like fun, doesn't it meathead. And the only advantage I need is knowing how much of a pussy you are, only able to flex and otherwise just a wuss. Maybe I should tie a hand behind my back to make it fair." I taunt.
Cole Dexter
The more you talk, the more I shake my head in disbelief at you. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you? Is that how you’ve beaten guys? With trash talk? Or being a disrespectful little bitch boy?” I snap out, letting the anger now boiling inside me take over a little bit. With that I move in, fists clenched and arms wide. I reach out and attempt to grab you in my grasp, to pick you up in a tight bear hug, to show you the strength in my arms, something that started this whole thing: arm strength.
Cole Rogers
I can tell I'm getting to you now, just like you did with me earlier. We're both just trying to piss each other off more and more, it would seem. It was definitely working. I was feeling confident and even a bit smug when you snap at me and call me disrespectful, everything you have to say just proving to me that you're getting angry. Good. It'll make it easier to kick your ass. I'm so busy feeling confident, however, that I don't catch you're actually moving in to attack, not just stepping closer. By the time I realize what's going on you've got your arms around me in the bear hug. I gasp in surprise and immediately flex my arms that are trapped in the hug, trying to flex out of it before you can really secure your grip.
Cole Dexter
I feel your arms flex against my arms as I attempt to get the hold locked in. In response I flex my arms harder to hopefully overpower yours to not only lock the bear hug in but also prove to you that not only are my muscles bigger and better, but they’re far stronger too. "This is going to be too easy" I say out loud. Down in my shorts, my cock is also reacting already; I severely enjoy the contact of your body on mine and your body being trapped in my grasp. With every second it surges and hardens slightly more, soon heavily bulging in my shorts against your gear.
Cole Rogers
I try with all my strength to break free, but you manage to lock in the bear hug and show that your muscles aren't just all for show. Maybe just some of them. Regardless, at the moment, it's enough, especially as you flex harder into me. I gasp out as you push air out of my lungs with the pressure. I start wriggling wildly in your arms while still trying to flex out, feeling the surreal crushing. And then I feel something else pushing against my lower regions...but I can't focus on it right now. I also am too busy to realize that I'm getting hard as well, being in such a strong inescapable grip. "You...cheated..." I gasp out.
Cole Dexter
“Cheated,” I repeat. “Is that what you say to all the guys that beat your pussy ass? Hahaha.” I laugh out, enjoying the fact that you’re squirming and trying to get free but clearly too weak to break my hold. “Come on, you can do it, boy, you can do it. Oh, second thought, no, you can’t do it, because we’re in real life, not one of your dreams.” I squeeze you a little tighter in my arms, squeezing yet more air out of your body, before I release my hands and unwrap my arms from your body, releasing you. I then take a quick step back and flex my biceps at you yet again. “It’s not too late for you to just back away and apologize, boy.”
Cole Rogers
I keep wriggling around, trying to break free, even as you taunt me and tighten up the hold even more, driving even more air from my body. My face is turning red from the lack of oxygen and I'm starting to worry. Then you release me and I drop to my hands and knees, gasping for breath, refilling my lungs with air. I don't respond to your words at first as you flex at me yet again. My eyes are on the mats, focusing on regaining oxygen as well as trying to pinpoint where you are just by your bravado. It's only a few seconds before I get one of my feet on the mats under me and suddenly lunge towards you, trying to ram my shoulder hard into your gut with the force of pushing off the ground and coming up.
Cole Dexter
“Yeah, that’s it, on the ground where you belong. Must be used to the mats; I imagine you spend a lot of………………….” I’m unable to finish my taunt as I feel your shoulder slam hard into my abs. My attention was solely on my double-cep flex, so I wasn’t keeping an eye on you. My semi-flexed stomach caves in from the impact of your shoulder and forces my lungs to expel their oxygen. Due to being unprepared and due to the impact of your shoulder, I stumble backwards a few steps before falling back first onto the mats. Now on the mats, my bulge is clearly visible as it rises high above the rest of my body, even my now heaving chest as I work to suck in oxygen and replace what I just lost. Soon enough I’ve got enough to start to prop myself up with the help of my arms.
Cole Rogers
I straighten up in time to see the moment you hit the mats on your back. My eyes immediately go to your rather obvious bulge, and it brings my attention back to my own tenting in my shorts. As much as I wanted to explore that more with your hot self, I still had something to prove before I worried about what exactly that part meant for us. "Like getting beat up by your betters, huh?" I taunt you, walking over next to you. When you start to prop yourself up I move to try and drop a hard knee into your abs, looking to further weaken that muscle you're so very proud of.
Cole Dexter
I’m almost in a sitting position when you come over, and before I can respond to you, your knee slams hard into, this time, my flexed abs. Your knee hits hard and makes me fall back hard on my back, with very clenched teeth from the pain of your knee. My abs absorb most of the blow, but nevertheless, pain explodes through my abdominal region. Breathing heavily and heaving with anger, I clench my right fist, prop myself up partly with my left arm, and throw the biggest, hardest punch I can manage towards your abs to shut you up, get you off me, and give my abs some time to recover.
Cole Rogers
I'm feeling smug now, and it shows on my face as my knee drops into your gut and you fall back to the ground again. I know it had to hurt, no matter how strong you might pretend to be. "All talk," I start to taunt, only for you to leverage yourself up slightly in order to throw a solid blow into my own gut. I see it just in time to flex but it only helps a bit. I stand and stumble back, holding my gut, gritting my teeth at you as I bend forward a bit to nurse my beat up abs. "Fuckin' meathead..." I gasp out, glaring at you as I try to recover my breath.
Cole Dexter
I smirk in pleasure at what I’ve just done to you; seeing you stumble back and double over is a massively pleasurable sight for me. My abs are still sore from your knee and shoulder attack, but despite that, I grit my teeth and muscle my way through the pain to get to my feet again. “You like attacking abs; consider us even,” I say as I approach your doubled-over body. Without giving you time to recover from my punch, I wrap my arms around your midsection and lock my hands in front of your abs. I then with ease pick you up by the body and squeeze you in an upside-down reverse bear hug. The more I squeeze, the deeper my flexing arms bulge into your body, and the more my bulge grows and jerks against the back of your head.
Cole Rogers
I glare at you as you get back up, recovering faster than I can, and I try to take a step away to give myself some distance. But then you're there, wrapping your arms around me and lifting me upside down, crushing me again in your strong arms. I groan out as you start forcing the air from me again while I flex my abs to try and keep you from crushing me too badly. Despite the crushing pain and my focus on not being squeezed to a pulp, it's difficult to miss your bulge on my head, and it just makes mine twitch as well, starting to make a bit of a wet spot on my shorts despite how much I hate it. You're hot, and the contact is doing things to me, even if I still want to kick your ass. I'm definitely not in a great position at the moment, however.
Cole Dexter
“Oooooooo yeah, come on boy, flex those abs for me, flex them while you still can. I’m gonna crush every muscle in your wannabe tough body by the time we’re done. I’ll make you fucking regret ever disrespecting me, or even thinking about disrespecting me,” I finish saying, and then crank the bear hug even more, putting yet more pressure on your flexed abs. My biceps bulge firmly and mould themselves into your sides, my pecs pump and grind firmly on your back, and my abs slowly harden the more they cover against your upper back region. For added cockiness and arrogance, I casually start walking you around the mats, giving you a tour of the room and the mats. "Not so tough now, are you, boy?"
Cole Rogers
You tell me to flex my abs, and I do, not that I NEEDED you to tell me to do it. It's more for survival at this point as your stronger frame digs deeper and deeper into mine. They start to shudder under the growing pressure of your arms as you walk me around the mat room like you're taking a little stroll instead of crushing my bones to dust. "GAH!" I yell out as my abs finally give in and your hands sink painfully deep into my gut, forcing my internal organs to shift aside to make room for your muscled limbs. It hurts like hell, but there's not a damn thing I can do with how you have me. I'm trapped, unable to escape, at your mercy - and for some reason it's keeping me damn hard as hell.
Cole Dexter
Having had enough of giving you the grand tour of the room, I squeeze your body slightly tighter in my arms, crushing you that little bit more, before I drop to my knees, dropping you firmly, yet hard, against the blue mats beneath us, performing a tombstone piledriver of sorts on you. With you now face down against the mats, I move a little closer to you, just enough to pin your head under my bulge, and finish the cocky pin with a double bicep flex. “Mmmmm, pity you can’t see these boys. "These are real fucking biceps," I say, oozing pure arrogance.
Cole Rogers
You carry me around a little more before crushing me even more. I can't breathe and I'm seeing spots as you drive my organs into the wrong places within my gut. Then suddenly I'm slammed into the mat and otherwise released, leaving me dazed and gasping for breath. I feel your weight on my head as you crush my face into the mats, but I can't even focus on that just yet as I just try and recover. Your words barely register as it is. My arms go to the mat under me, but the attempt to push myself up is weak in my current state. I'm fairly certain my guts will never return to the right spots from your amazingly strong squeeze.
Cole Dexter
I can feel below me that you’ve still got some fight left in your body, much to my surprise, but also happiness over the fact that I’ve got a reason to continue my destruction of you. After one final kiss of my biceps, I slide down your body a little bit and turn around. Now sitting on your lower back, I reach for your arms, throw them over my knees, and then grab your neck to lock you in another painful hold, a camel clutch. “How’s that back feeling, boy? Do you regret disrespecting me yet?” I ask, cranking the hold slightly more, increasing the pain and pressure on your spine.
 
Cole Rogers
There's no way I'm giving into you, I tell myself. No matter how bad it gets, I'm not going to give you that luxury. I feel you moving around before you yank my arms up over your knees and grab my neck. I let out a groan as you start to pull me back, stretching my back out painfully. I kick my legs and wiggle my arms, doing what I can to try and get free, however useless it might be. "Screw you." I try to say, though it comes out muffled with you holding my jaw.
Cole Dexter
“Screw you? If that’s what you want, I certainly wouldn’t object to that," I say, as I deliberately grind my bulge firmly against your bent spine. “But first, you have to submit and apologize for your disrespect; till then, suffer," I finish with. After taking a couple of quick breaths, I flex my arms even more, making sure to give them the workout they were supposed to receive by torturing and destroying your so-called tough guy body.
Cole Rogers
"Fuck off, I'll never-Ahh!" I yell out as you flex your arms and pull me back even more, bending my poor back painfully against your ass and bulge. I can feel it there, nice and hard against my back, knowing that if I can't find some way out of this I'm going to have to deal with that. And damn if it doesn't keep me hard as hell under you, my own hardness buried in the mats as you work me over. "Let go you bitch!"
Cole Dexter
I pretend to think about what you demand of me for a few moments and ultimately decide to loosen the hold slightly. Only so I can roll the pair of us over and wrap my legs around your body once again as we roll. With the clutch now broken, I quickly attempt to get my arms up and under your arms to lock my hands behind my head to perform a full nelson body scissor combo. “There, I let you go. See, I’m actually a really nice guy, wouldn’t you agree? "Hehe," I finish with an evil quick chuckle.
Cole Rogers
I have no choice but to roll with you, your greater weight and strength on top easily forces me over and your legs get around me before I can even think of escape. I start to reach for your legs only to have my arms swept up in a full nelson and I grunt as I try to flex my arms and pull them down, attempting to break your drip. "It'll be nice when I have you knocked the fuck out under me," I hiss, straining with all my strength to try and get free.
Cole Dexter
A smile beams across my face as you start flexing your arms to break free, and I actually let you push my arms down the more you flex yours. However, I soon surprise you by flexing my arms more and overpowering your weaker ones with my stronger arms, re-securing my Nelson hold on you, tighter and stronger than ever. “Uh oh, what now, bitch boy?” I ask, my bulge continually growing and pressing against you from behind.
Cole Rogers
I start to feel myself loosening your hold, my arms flexing in your hold, coming down lower and lower and I expect to escape before long. Then you show you were just toying with me as you tighten your grip and re-secure the hold. I scowl as I try and grab for your hands, trying to pry not only at your hand, but seeing if I can get a single finger to pry off and bend. "Not done yet," I grunt, my own tenting more than obvious as I lay trapped in your grip.
Cole Dexter
Angrily I growl as you start attacking my fingers, bending one of them back till I start howling in pain. From pain shooting through my hand and up my arm, my nelson involuntarily weakens before I finish completely breaking the nelson and try to pull my hand free from your attack, which continues to surge pain through my muscled arm. In an effort to also make you let go and to help cope with the pain, I squeeze and flex my legs even more.
Cole Rogers
I isolate a finger and get it bent, getting you to release the hold. I grin to myself, then groan as your legs crush against me harder. I force myself to turn sideways in your legs despite the pain, letting you crush my stomach and back now as I try to push towards you enough to try and get you to lay back so I can press an arm against your throat.
Cole Dexter
I squeeze you harder the more you try and turn, and even after you place your arms over my throat, I continue squeezing, in the hope you’ll give in first. Much to my disappointment, however, your arm is able to weaken my body faster than I’d hoped, making me once again involuntarily weaken my scissors on your body. Before losing any more of my strength, however, I grab your body with both of my arms and, using whatever strength remains in my legs, muscle your body off of mine to break your choke and let me recover.
Cole Rogers
I grit my teeth against the pain in my body as you crush me tightly, but I can feel you weakening as I crush your throat with an arm. Before long I'm thrown to the side and I roll, getting quickly to my knees facing you. I rub my sides, breathing heavily as I watch you closely. Then I break into a grin. "All that bluster just to be a little bitch," I taunt.
Cole Dexter
Now sitting up, running a hand through my hair and massaging my neck with my other hand, I turn and glare at you, burning a hole through your skull with my gaze. “Haha, you think that pathetic attempt changes anything? You’re still just a wannabe, but deep down, you’re a pathetic bitch. Something little you clearly like." I motion at your obvious bulge. My eyes then move a little higher to your seemingly ever-reddening abs, and with the quick lick of my tongue, I pounce off the ground, towards you, in an effort to launch my flexed right shoulder into your core.
Cole Rogers
I watch as you massage your neck and stare right back at you. "Pathetic? You're the pathetic one, thinking it's all about pure strength," I taunt. You mention my tenting and I just grin. "Yeah, as if you aren't enjoying picking on someone smaller, like some kind of bully. I'll show you." Then you come at me and I react immediately. When you near I drop to my back and bring my soccer teen legs up to try and wrap around your neck before you can get me.
Cole Dexter
I start to get up, but my attempt is stopped when I feel your legs wrap around my head/neck region, making me growl in anger at you. Immediately my hands go to your legs to try and pry them open just enough to slip my head free. As I try, I let out a muffled response to you. “Who said I wanted this fight? All you had to do was show them respect to a guy that more than deserves it and get some muscle before showing off.” Not able to get my head free, I start throwing wild punches at your abs and sides, hoping that’ll make you release me.
Cole Rogers
I start flexing and extending my legs immediately once you get your response out. "Fat fucking chance. You could've just left me alone and not come up on me all high and mighty, but no, you had to start shit. Well now I'll end it," I say, squeezing tightly. As your firsts start coming in I grimace and grunt, flexing my abs against your blows, doing my best to absorb them while I crush you, but they're taking their toll quickly.
Cole Dexter
My face starts to redden, and punches start weakening the longer your scissor hold goes on. I certainly have underestimated the strength your legs possess. But I have come this far to lose to you, running on adrenaline flowing through my veins. I move my legs to get up to my knees. I then get my hands under your body to push up off my knees and up to my feet, using the strength in my legs and abs. Now on my feet, I instantly drop back to the ground and power bomb you back first into the mats beneath us.
Cole Rogers
I see your face getting more and more red as I crush you, as well as feel your punches getting weaker and weaker. I grin smugly at you now, feeling in control. When you start to lift up I'm actually surprised you still have it in you and my grin falters as I focus on my legs. Then suddenly you lift me up and before I know it you slam me hard back to the mats. I'm completely dazed for a moment, my legs no longer squeezing, just remaining in place but not applying any pressure after the unexpected power bomb.
Cole Dexter
Feeling your legs weaken to just resting around my neck makes me sigh in relief as I suck in much-needed oxygen and allow my face to return to normal color once again. After a few breaths I shove your legs off my head, and in a fit of rage for you almost choking me out, with my right hand, I aggressively and quickly reach out and grab your bulge, squeezing it tighter and tighter. “Fucker, you just won’t learn, will you? Gotta be the hard way, huh?" I growl out as my hand gradually turns from an open hand to a closing fist, crushing your cock and balls within.
Cole Rogers
I remain on the mats, still dazed and trying to recover my senses when I feel my legs get pushed away from your head. Then I feel pain and I immediately bolt up, trying to fold and grab for your hand as it starts to squeeze my bulge. "Bitch!" I yell loudly in pain as I try and pry your hands off, face twisted into an expression of pain as you crush my poor baby makers tightly. "Let go!"
Cole Dexter
Seeing you in pain and squirming is almost as sexy and amazing as seeing my reflection in the mirror, almost. The more you cry out in the pain and squirm, the harder I squeeze until, in the fraction of a second, I release your gear and move both of my hands up and along your body till both are firmly resting on your lower chest and upper abdomen. Like a frog, I then leapfrog up your body, through your legs, and onto your shirtless upper body, pinning you down firmly under just my body weight alone and giving you perhaps the sexiest view I can give anyone, a few of just my shredded godlike body. My knees rest next to your body to stop you from rolling, but don’t squeeze into your body, allowing your arms to still remain somewhat free. Wanting to give you a taste of your own medicine, however, I use both hands, aggressively grab your neck, and start choking you, the same as what you did earlier to me.
 
Cole Rogers
I continue to yell as you continue to crush the poor ball sack. I can only pry at your hand, reactionary, wanting the pain to end. Then it does, or at least your hand does, but the pain lingers, leaving me moaning. Then suddenly your hands are on my throat and you jump onto me. I do have to admit it's quite the view as I'm forced to stare up at all that hard muscle, but I have a more immediate concern as you cut off my airway. My eyes are wide as I grab your wrists and try to pull them off, then start hitting them frantically as I stare up at you. My legs kick, then I bridge up, trying to unsettle you enough to make you loosen up.
Cole Dexter
I can feel you beneath me trying to arch up and get me off you, while your hands grab mine, desperate to pull them from your neck. Unbeknownst to you, I have no intention of choking you out; rather, I just want to know and feel what it's like to be choked and want to show you who’s in charge. With barely any of my strength being used, I could choke you out, and I want you to come to realisation – come to the realisation that I’m simply playing with you like a cat playing with a mouse. “You might as well give it and just accept your fate; I fucking own you, boy," I say, continuing to ooze an almost sickening amount of arrogance and cockiness.
Cole Rogers
I keep grabbing for your hand at my throat, staring up at you because I have no other choice. And that's when I recognize it. The look on your face. The ease with which you keep me down. How you don't even seem to be struggling to keep your hand around my throat despite my own attempts to escape with all my strength. I was outmatched. Fuck. I wasn't going to give in. I just needed to think of some way to get you that was unexpected. A choke on you would put you down regardless. It seemed the best option. If I could get there. I scowl at you when you speak, telling me to accept my fate, and I try and isolate a single finger again, starting to grin wickedly up at you.
Cole Dexter
Seeing you grin evilly makes me frown it with a little confusion. I’ve got you down; I could KO you in the blink of an eye. I’ve been dominating you to no end and have expressed a desire to fuck you as well, yet here you are, smirking evilly up at me. Suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts, is pain, the same pain as earlier from you bending my finger up again. This time I try to endure the pain for a little bit and also tighten my grip around your neck for a couple of seconds. When that fails, I release your neck from my grip and try to pull my hand free of yours. Using my other hand, I clench it and throw a quick, hard, fast left hook aimed at the side of your jaw.
Cole Rogers
I see the confusion and that just makes me more excited as I get one of your fingers and bend it painfully, damn near breaking the thing most likely. It's obvious that I'm not going down without a fight and giving it my all, even if that means being a little shit about it and not exactly playing fair. But then, we never made any rules. I feel your grip tighten around my neck briefly before you let go from the pain and I keep trying to work that finger. Then the unexpected punch comes. Another good reminder there's no rules. It surprises me and catches me off guard, and I just punch back on pure adrenaline, aiming for your solar plexus despite the bad angle.
Cole Dexter
I watch your head snap to side and smile evilly, almost mirroring the look you had on your face a moment ago. Just as I go to get off you, however, a punch of your own lands hard against my solar plexus, briefly stunting me and exhausting my lungs of oxygen. Thanks to both of my hands now placed on either side of your head, I don’t fall over but lean all my upper body weight onto my arms, temporarily giving you a view of and only of my perfect washboard stomach, still rock hard and oozing power, while I work, catch my breath, and recover my much-needed air.
Cole Rogers
You lean over me and I'm forced to stare up at you, taking you in, your amazing fucking body and all that strength. Strength I wanted to destroy more than anything at the moment for your attitude that you've had since the outset. As you lean over me I reach up to put my hands on your shoulders, using those precious few moments of you being stunned to slide my legs out from under you and push back a bit. Then my legs come up and I try and slam them hard around your waist, working to lock my ankles and pour on as much pressure as possible immediately, almost not caring if your ribs crack at this point.
Cole Dexter
Having filled my lungs with air again, I put my full weight onto your arms. You hold your hands on my shoulders to grab them off of me, but I am unable to before you push my body up and off yours with your legs, only to wrap them around my body and start squeezing me. My abs remain strong, and I counter your legs by flexing them to the max, doing my best at trying to resist the intense squeezing power of your legs. “Grrrrr, fucker, you’re so going to pay for this. Till then, do your fucking worst," I growl out at you as my hands go to your legs to try and pry them open.
Cole Rogers
There's no prying them open, in fact they're like granite. "You can make fun of the rest of me, but my legs are going to chew you to pieces bitch," I growl out, ankles locked, legs extending as I dig in hard and deep, relentless. I reach up to try and grab your head then and pull it into my chest to further keep you down and distract you, trying to keep you from escaping. "I'm going to wreck you so you can't flex without bruises for weeks!"
Cole Dexter
“Grrr, fuck you, bitch. That's all you fucking got?” I growl out at you again, trying to hide the pain that your legs are actually causing me. Turns out I’ve been easily able to overpower the rest of your body with ease, yet your legs are fucking strong. I can’t help but think to myself, you must be like that in the sense that you don’t miss or skip leg day. Knowing I’m not able to pry your legs open with my strong muscled arms, and also knowing I can’t keep my abs flexed against your legs for long with exhaustion (on my part) setting in, I decide to change tactics. With no second thoughts, I ball both of my fists, and as you drag me into your chest, I start firing fists into your sides.
Cole Rogers
I hear your words, and while part of me silently wonders if you're really able to resist my strong legs, part of me thinks you're also bullshitting. It's like playing with fire, in the end, but it's also the best option I have the moment. So I just keep squeezing, as hard as I can, wanting to break through your core. I get your head down, then grunt as you start sending fists into my sides. I grimace in pain, but at the angle of having your head down and body trapped as it is they aren't full power. Doesn't mean it won't bruise, but it's not enough to make me want to let go. Yet.
Cole Dexter
Despite your squeezing putting immense pressure on my body and crushing my insides, probably more than anyone ever has, at least for a long time, I refuse to submit and continue to flex my abs, trying hard to also continue to hide the pain I’m currently in. Nevertheless, my fists start to weaken as my power and muscles start to drain from my body, demanding everything to keep my core strong and able to hold you back. Still knowing I can’t break free from your legs and not knowing how long I’d have to punch your sides, I change tactics once more. Using my flexing abs, strong chest, and back, I force my head up and out of your grip, bending my neck upwards to give me a little bit of space between my body and yours. For support I place my left hand against your chest to keep you down and in place. While using my right fist, I ball it and send it as hard and fast as I can manage at your throat/neck region.
Cole Rogers
I can feel you weakening in my grip and I grin wide, thinking that I might actually have you at this point. "That's it bitch, just relax." But you don't. Instead I feel you pushing up and pulling out of my hands. I try to hold on but your strength shines as you pull free. I pulse my legs hard to try and crush you before you can do anything else as you hold me down. I see your hand raising and my eyes widen in surprise, but before I can even try to stop you your fist hits my throat. My eyes bulge and my hands go to my throat as I wheeze in and out, trying to breathe, struggling past my now aching windpipe. My legs open quickly and I try to quick you away, the attack definitely unexpected.
Cole Dexter
I feel your trachea buckle and crush beneath my fist and almost instantly feel relief in my core from your legs no longer squeezing me. After taking a quick breath of air, I unflex my core just in time for you to shove me away and off you. Now lying on my side, I roll onto my back, rubbing my sides a little as I do, noting how red and tender they feel from your recent squeezing. Angrily I growl at you as I start to get to my feet, and with you still on the ground under me, seemingly trying to recover from my punch, I, using my right shoe-covered foot, start stomping down again and again on your abs and chest region, taking every ounce of anger I harbor towards you out on you.
Cole Rogers
I'm still reeling from that shot to my neck, eyes wide as I stare at the ceiling, my breathing coming in and going out with some wheezing as I try to recover. I could care less about where you are at the moment. I'm just trying not to die over here! Guess I should've watched better, not that it really would've helped at this point most likely. Suddenly your foot slams into my gut before I can flex it. I remedy that, but it's too little, too late. I grunt and groan and cry out as you bash my chest and abs with your foot, just making it harder to breathe. I'm seeing spots between the pain and struggling to get a proper breath.
Cole Dexter
With every stomp I make, I add more strength and power to slam my sneaker-covered foot deeper into your body, leaving bright red tread marks from my shoe on your body. I’m certainly not satisfied with the pain I’ve put you through yet, but I decide to stop my stomps and instead get down perpendicular to your body. Using my left hand, I grab your right wrist, and with my right hand, I grab your left leg. I then lean back, pulling on your two limbs while I bend and twist your body around my feet, pressing firmly into your side. Myself trapping you in a painful bow-and-arrow hold.
Cole Rogers
The pain is only getting worse and worse with each consecutive stomp. I can't stop you, I can't roll away, I can't even cover myself up well enough to stop the blows. I just keep wheezing out air, letting out occasional yells of pain as your sneaker-covered foot does its severe damage. When you stop I'm left groaning and I roll to the side to try and cover myself up. Little did I know it just gave you my back as you grab my wrist and leg before starting to pull me in the bow-and-arrow. "Ahh! No!" I yell out in pain, thrashing in the hold against your stronger grip as I feel my back being bent out of shape painfully.
Cole Dexter
“YEAHHHHHHH, how does that feel, pussy boy? Ready to give up? Or better yet, apologise for being disrespectful to me?” I ask with not a shred of mercy in my voice. Without waiting for your answer, I flex my arms more to bend your body even more while straining and almost attempting to rip your arm and leg from your body. Every flex and crank of the hold makes my huge bulge throb and pulsate in my gear; it's desperate to be released and claim your insides. Just the thought alone is enough to make me leak a little pre into my gear.
Cole Rogers
"AHH!" I yell in pain as you flex and bend my body more and more, making it take shapes it was never meant to be able too. I resist as long as I can, because the last thing I want to do is give in to you. But I'm also a little afraid you really will take it so far as to take my arm or leg off. You're obviously pissed, and rightfully so. "I give!" I yell finally, not willing to apologize. I'd rather things get ripped off first.
Cole Dexter
Hearing your submission is music to my ears; however, due to not hearing an apology escape your lips, I maintain the hold and up the pain by cranking it lightly further, straining every tendon, every muscle fibre, and every vein in your body. “You aren't going anywhere, pussy boy, till I get a genuine apology from you. So apologise or get comfy," I say, continuing my unwarranted torture of your body, not only to get an apology you shouldn't have to make but also for my sick, twisted amusement.
Cole Rogers
"Gah, ahh! Stop it! I gave up! You're going to tear something!" I yell in pain, having no recourse at this point, no chance of escape. You're stronger, and you have me in a bad position. There's nothing I can do except pray you have like a heart attack or something, and that just didn't seem too likely at the moment. "I give I give!" Completely ignoring your statement on apologizing. Kind of. "I'm sorry you're such a fucking dick!"
Cole Dexter
Hearing your submission is music to my ears; however, due to not hearing an apology escape your lips, I maintain the hold and up the pain by cranking it lightly further, straining every tendon, every muscle fibre, and every vein in your body. “You aren't going anywhere, pussy boy, till I get a genuine apology from you. So apologise or get comfy," I say, continuing my unwarranted torture of your body, not only to get an apology you shouldn't have to make but also for my sick, twisted amusement. With a quick shake of my head, I instantly stop flexing and let your limbs go, partly from frustration, partly from wanting to try something else, but mainly because I want to put you to sleep. With my feet resting against the side of your body, I kick them forward to shove you onto your chest, only for me to get up and pounce onto your back, pinning your body under mine with just bodyweight alone. My bulge grinds hard and deep against your ass, abs press firmly against your lumbar, and chest moulds itself into your upper back region. After a quick, cocky kiss to the back of your neck, I grab you by your hair to roll the pair of us over and experience what it's like to be on top of me for a change. However, I spoil that pleasure by wrapping my right arm around your neck, pulling my right hand into my left armpit, while I shove my left hand between my body and the back of your neck to my right armpit to complete the choke. Aiming to completely restrain you, using my legs, I attempt to wrap them around your legs, to both pin and grapevine them, to stretch you open, and to allow my bulge to grind harder and deeper against your hole. "You've got a choice, boy: apologise or sleep. Take your pick," I say, secretly planning on putting you to sleep even if you do apologise to me.
Cole Rogers
The pain finally ends, thank whatever greater being(s) that may or may not exist. I pull my arms and legs back to myself to help with the strain, but my comfort is short lived as you're back already, pushing me onto my stomach and dropping your fat ass weight onto my back. I immediately go to try and push up with my hands under me, but then suddenly we're rolling, and before I know it I feel that hand snake under my neck. "No!" I yell loudly, grabbing for your hands, trying to pull them free. You already know I've no shame in almost breaking a finger if it'll get me free. "Let me go you dumb bitch," I hiss. Then I hear your words. "I'll never apologize to some big oaf who thinks he's better than everyone else!" I growl out.
Cole Dexter
I growl at just the two of you going for one of my fingers again; when you start bending it, those growls turn into soft groans. But knowing the choke hold is locked in, I gamble that you’ll run out of strength before I run out of resistance against the pain of you bending my finger. So instead of letting you go, I increase the pressure of the chokehold tenfold. While growling out, “Grrr, I don’t just think I’m better than anyone else, boy; I am better than everyone else. Get that through your pussy head, bitch!!!!”
Cole Rogers
I make a bit of a gurgling sound when you tighten down the hole so hard and I'm already feeling weaker. I try to get your fingers, but my hands aren't responding quite as well as I want them to, and they sure as hell aren't pulling as hard as I need them to. "No..." I gurgle out, giving up on the fingers and feebly tugging on your arm instead for the last few seconds before everything goes dark. My lands fall to the side and I lay against you, dead weight. Even drooling just a little.
Cole Dexter
Much to my relief, you release my finger, sending a wave of relief through my entire hand. Despite you no longer attacking my hand, I maintain the strength of the choke until you stop fighting and go out cold. Even after I feel you go limp, I maintain the hold for a couple more seconds to ensure you are out 100%. Only then do I release you and roll your body off of mine, finally giving your body some relief and a break from the hell I’ve put it through. “Too fucking easy," I say out loud as I roll up to my feet to flex and pose over your fallen body, actually wishing your camera was set up in here for me posing over you. Though I push that thought aside when my cock throbs, instantly reminding me of it. Wasting no further time, I grab my gear and drop it to the ground, exposing my throbbing 9-inch fuck weapon with me now in nothing more than sneakers and socks. I then grab your gear and pull it down your legs and off your feet, tossing it aside and leaving you completely naked under me. “This is going to be fun," I say to myself once again, before kicking your body onto your stomach. Even though you still remain unconscious, I get onto your body, grapevine your weak legs with mine, and press my hands firmly against your shoulders to (when you wake up) keep your body pinned. Without the aid of my hands to guide it, my cock finds your hole, and when it does, I start flexing my core to begin drilling your hole and begin the total domination of your body.
Cole Rogers
I remain out as you go about your posing and undressing of both of us. I'm just on my stomach, getting rammed into. I start to wake up and immediately feel the pressure on my insides as well as the weight of you on top of me, keeping me pinned down, keeping my legs spread open. "Oh....fuck..."I groan, more out of pleasure than anything as I feel you fill me with that glorious cock, leaving me rock hard and leaking on the mats underneath us. I know that I couldn't get up at this point, even if I wanted to...and at this particular moment, I sure as fuck don't want to as you continue to use me as your fuck boy. I'd lost, in so many ways, but it also felt like I might have won in another.
Cole Dexter
Beneath me I feel you start to return from unconsciousness, and instantly I start pounding into your hole even harder and faster from that moment. Inch by inch my fuck weapon stabs deeper into your body, stretching your hole open the deeper I thrust. Soon your prostate is completely at my mercy, mercy that I have no intention of showing. “Mmmmmmmm, I gotta say, boy, you have one nice hole." I throw my head back and moan out loudly.
Cole Rogers
I wake up more fully and feel you pounding even harder. "Ahh, fuck," I gasp, knowing there's no escape from what's happening. And...well, it feels fucking good. I bury my face into the mats as you use my ass, pounding my prostate relentlessly with your huge tool, making me leak more and more onto the mats under us. "Shut...up..." I moan, still defiant despite the obvious loss.
Cole Dexter
I continue to moan and shake my head a little at your continuing defiance against me and against something you’re clearly enjoying. However, I’m determined to destroy that defiance, and in an effort to do so, I change our respective positions. I start burying and holding my cock almost balls deep inside your body, then release your legs, and still holding your shoulders, use my body weight to roll the pair of us over onto my back. To keep you in my control, I wrap an arm semi-tight around your neck and attempt to grapevine your legs again, only to then start pounding hard and deep into your body again, this time using gravity to my advantage as I power bottom into the deepest caverns of your hole.
Cole Rogers
There's not much I could do before, and admittedly not much that I wanted to do either. I feel you pause when you go balls deep, unsure what's happening, then you roll us while staying in me. A weird feeling. Suddenly I'm on top of you and I feel that muscled arm go around my neck, surprising me yet again. I grab for it, trying to pull at it, before you start pounding deeper again. "Ohhh...." I moan oh loudly as you hit everything at all the right angles with the help of gravity. My cock twitches and leaks more and more with each thrust. I weakly try and resist, not wanting to give in despite the pleasure, but my legs are trapped, and so is my head. You have me good, despite my conviction to kick your ass earlier.
Cole Dexter
“Mmmmmmmm, ooooohhhh, fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. Come on, boy, cum for me, cum for your master. Don't fight it; you know you’re enjoying it, mmmmmmmmmm." I say them through my deep long groans and moans. Same as yours, my cock too starts to leak and swell to an even larger thickness, stretching your hole even further open and allowing me to plunge slightly deeper, balls deep in your body, pleasuring your insides in ways few, if any, have been able to do.
Cole Rogers
"Fuck fuck fuck," I moan out repeatedly, not wanting to give in, but my lust isn't letting me resist. One hand remains on the arm around my neck as you work me roughly, opening me and hitting my pleasure spot so perfectly I'd probably blow hands free at some point. But I want it now, my whole body flushed and hard. So my other hand goes to my cock and I start stroking myself quickly, my pre lubing me up well. I can feel it. I'm going to shoot any second.
Cole Dexter
My sweat glands open, flooding the surface of my skin with a brief cold sweat. My body’s attempt at trying to keep my overworking self from overheating. Balls churn and continue shooting precum to be shot through my tip and into your body. Despite that, I’m yet to see you explode, but I can tell you’re close, much like me. Wanting you to come first, I flex my core and start using every ounce of strength I can summon to pound my weapon up into your body the hardest I can manage. “Cum boy, CUM!!!!!!!!” I demand it of you, my voice full of exhaustion.
Cole Rogers
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU" I yell as I blow my load after just another couple of strokes. It shoots further than I ever have before, covering my chest, hitting my face and your arm, maybe even further. Rope after rope, again and again, five or six that drive me completely and totally wild as your pounding and amazing efforts give me the most explosive orgasm I've ever had. As I shoot my body tenses, my ass clenching hard against your own cock, not letting go.
Cole Dexter
My moans get louder the most as you explode, resulting in your involuntarily squeezing my cock with your glutes, perhaps one of the strongest times it’s ever been squeezed. Almost instantly my pounding is ground to a halt from the squeezing force applied to the weapon, and within several seconds, much like your weapon, mine explodes. As your orgasm nears its end, mine just begins, sending jets of thick cum into your pounded insides, saturating and filling your hole to beyond its limits. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm, fuck, oh my fucking god, mmmmmmmmmmmm," I moan out loud throughout my entire orgasm till it too ends, but only after shooting 9 ropes of seed into your body. In the meantime, my arm around your neck simply loosely rests around it, and my legs loosely grapevine yours, thanks to all my energy and strength being channeled. to my cock, core, and hips.
Cole Rogers
I fill you filling me fully, spreading into my ass, forcing your warmth into my guts. The heat of the entire situation has my whole body a shade of red, feeling the warmth of everything that's going on. Even after I'm done I keep my glutes flexed and try to clench my ass to really drain everything from you. I even try and ride you a little more from my positioning, despite being mostly locked down, trying to get every last little drop. When you finish I sag against you, my whole body relaxing. One hand hands limply, the other is on your arm around my neck, just resting there for the moment. "Holy shit. You're a fucking beast." I gasp out finally.
Cole Dexter
Exhaustion—that's now all I feel. My eyes closed softly, lips gently parted, muscles tensed but weak, and cock remained semi-hard, still deep inside your body, preventing most of my seed from escaping and forcing your body to absorb my DNA-rich seed. Only at the sound of your voice do my eyes open and do I start to remember where I am. Scraping the barrel of energy left inside me, I tighten my arm back around your neck as tight as possible and re-flex my legs again to hold yours in place as well. “I didn’t give you permission to talk, boy; the only permission you have from me is to sleep, so sleep," I say as I take in a deep breath of oxygen to fuel my muscles a little more and choke you harder.
Cole Rogers
I'm actually feeling relaxed, enjoying my time laying against you, practically melting into your bigger, stronger body. My eyes are starting to close just so I can relax, actually not minding you still being in me. It's actually fulfilling, in more ways than one. Everything seems chill. Then suddenly you tighten that strong arm, making my eyes fly open and my body jerk slightly in surprise. I grab your arm, then reach back for your hands again. I doubt I'll be able to get your finger again, not now that you know I'm willing to...and fuck, I'd lost. I had to admit that. Still, it seemed a bit much to knock me out. Even if your strong arm working my neck combined with your dick still inside me made my cock twitch a little, despite its currently spent state. I try and tap your arm frantically instead of going for a finger.
Cole Dexter
“Haha, you think I care about your tap? You’re only getting out of this when you go out." I evilly laugh out, ignoring your tapping hand and only tightening my chokehold around your neck even more. My cock also responds and starts to harden and thicken in your body; it enjoys the fact that no matter how hard you’re pulling on my arms, your muscles just aren’t big enough to overpower mine to break the chokehold. “Just sleep, boy, just sleep," I say in a soft, soothing tone in your ear.
Cole Rogers
You tell me you don't care about my tapping and I frantically try and pull on your arm, unable to get to your hand anymore since I'm already too weak. I pull with what little strength I have left, feeling your cock growing inside me, and embarrassingly feeling mine start to grow again from my rare defeat and lack of control. I slap your arm a few times, but that's all I have left as the world goes dark. My arms limply fall to the sides and my body sags into you, dead weight.
Cole Dexter
Just like before, I maintain my choke even after I feel you go out just to make sure you’re 100% out. Once I’m satisfied you are unconscious again, I release you and roll you off to the side, allowing me to get up on my feet. Now on my feet, my cock sags slightly, almost saddened it can’t be inside your hole anymore and saddened that the juice your body was yet to absorb floods out of your hole, forming a small puddle under and around your body. Arrogantly, I stomp my foot on your upper abs and flex my biceps over your fallen, destroyed body, taking the time to give each pec a kiss before breaking the flex and removing my foot. I then grab my shorts and steal your gear as well, leaving you totally naked, humiliated, beaten, and bred.
 
Cole Rogers
My body jerks a little when you stomp down on me, still unconscious and not reacting normally. I have no idea what's going on as you pose over me, then still my gear. After you leave I finally come around, groaning and pushing myself up into a sitting position. I look around and realise you're gone, then sigh. "Fuck." Then I notice my gear is gone. "FUCK!" I jump to my feet, then groan as the beating my body took starts to catch up with me. I move to look out at the rest of the gym, but you're gone. "Asshole..." I say, but then I smirk slightly. "I would've done the same thing." I go to gather my equipment quickly and head out, covering myself with the case as I quickly go to my car to head home, leaving the mess for someone else to clean up.
End
Published: 14 days ago, viewed 112 times.
KENEALLY Brothers
5 days agoThe DEXTER BROS are highly respected and hella hot. Cole Dexter . Cole _the Crusher_ has been a ' fan fav ' from his inception , start here. Two great guys - thanks for posting - KENEALLY'S
Cole Dexter
5 days ago(In reply to this)
Hey Keneally,
Thanks for the nice words and the comment, it’s very much appreciated.
Cole
Terry123
12 days agoAwesome match guys. I was enthralled with the action from beginning to end. Unfortunately, only one Cole could get the win. But both Cole’s won accolades for creativity and imagination. I hope there is a rematch in the works. Thanks for posting guys.
Cole Dexter
12 days ago(In reply to this)
Hey Terry,
Thanks for the comment.
You got that right, only one Cole could win, and he did, hehe ;)
Cole
Kad Royce
14 days agoHonestly, guys, I really enjoyed reading this story. You managed to capture something rare: a raw, immediate tension, which is not just based on muscles or holds, but on ego, pride, rage and this almost animal need to prove who dominates. I loved the way you put up the confrontation: two guys, two bodies, two certainties, and an enclosed space that becomes a mental ring even before they set foot on the mat.
Dialogues are a real driving force: it smacks, stings, reveals. We feel the personalities, the flaws, the provocations that go beyond simple trash talk to become a real psychological war. And then the fight... fluid, detailed, alive. We visualize every catch, every turn, every moment when one believes he has won before being hit by a car. It’s rhythmic, it’s immersive, it’s effective.
Thank you to the authors. You delivered an intense, well-constructed story that does not cheat and that fully assumes what it wants to tell. A real pleasure to read.
Cole Dexter
13 days ago(In reply to this)
Sup Kad,
Thanks for the detailed comment, overjoyed you enjoyed the story. Was certainly a lot of fun to write, and glad you clearly had a good time reading it too.
Cole
Cole Rogers
14 days ago(In reply to this)
Thank you for your kind words. It was a true joy and treat to be able to do this scene with the other Cole. He is an amazing writing partner, and we meshed really well from the start. I'm glad it came through in your read. That makes me so very happy. :)
Thank you again!
Cole Dexter
13 days ago(In reply to this)
Thanks Cole, the pleasure was mine, and I think you're a great writer too :)