Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2002 15:36:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Two Warriors

Two Warriors
By Collage Maker

[A reworking with kind permission of Mars' "Pec Fight"
at http://www.greasetank.com/pecfight.htm on the
Grease Tank site.]

Dante grunted as he lifted the crushing weight of the
barbell in each hand. As he lifted, the quivering slab
of his pectoral muscles, flushed red from the hours of
endless lifting and strengthening, solidified into a
rock-hard mound, his large, hardened nipples capping
the swollen edge of each pec.

The pecs, though massive and bulging off his muscled
torso, fit the young bodybuilder's physique with his
broad shoulders, swollen arm and leg muscles and
ripped stomach.

His friends having left hours earlier, the 20-year-old
Latino stayed in the empty gym to further strengthen
his awesome physique before the finals of the Perfect
Package contest the next day. Sponsored by a national
workout equipment company, Dante would secure the
championship for an unprecedented third time if he
clinched it tomorrow.

The stakes were high with product endorsements and the
pride of gyms across the country on the line. A couple
of bodybuilders from out-of-town had gotten in Dante's
face in the parking lot after the first day of
competition this year and the trash talk quickly led
to a fist fight. Dante was used to tough street
fights, however, and finished the punks off quickly.
Dante suffered a slightly swollen and bruised left
eye, but refused to even acknowledge it.

As he normally did, Dante worked out with no shirt,
allowing him to watch the effects of the weightlifting
on his quivering pecs. White leather workout gloves
covered his palms and knuckles.

The stagnant heat of the hot summer night permeated
the old gym, and with no one around, Dante had
stripped down to his black speedos. His body glistened
with the sweat of the heat and the workout. A trickle
of sweat was channeled between the young man's massive
pecs, emerging on his glistening torso, trickling
around his ripped abs and down to the soaked thong.
The fringes of his jet-black hair were soaked in
sweat, two strands snaking down either side of his
glistening forehead. His attention was focused totally
on the straining pecs and his hardened breathing.

A loud slam from behind caused the young bodybuilder
to snap his head up as he twisted his torso backward
to look. Five feet behind Dante stood Brett, a youth
about his own age with dirty-blond hair and icy blue
eyes. The kid was friendly with the two bodybuilders
Dante had beaten up.

Brett wore tattered blue jeans and an unbuttoned black
leather riding jacket, opened to reveal a muscular
chest and rippled stomach muscles, the lean muscles of
a fighter. His hands were covered in black leather
riding gloves. His left hand dangled by his side and
in his right, pressed against his hip, was a black
motorcycle helmet painted with the image of a viper
ready to strike. A cigarette dangled from the cocky
punk's lips.

Brett threw the gloves into the helmet and dropped it
next to the barbell that had been dropped a moment
earlier. He slowly peeled off the leather jacket and
let it drop, his glistening, naked torso revealing
powerful biceps and shoulders.

Brett now took the cigarette out of his mouth and
flicked it at Dante's chest. Dante dropped the
barbells with a crash as the cigarette bounced off his
chest with a hiss, instantly causing him to tense his
ample muscles in readiness. Brett grinned as he
exhaled smoke.

"You asshole," Brett sneered. "I'm going to fuck you
up. Get in the ring."

Dante knew he had a fight on his hands. His eyes
locked with those of Brett who, still grinning,
quickly kicked off his boots revealing bare feet.
Dante placed the workout gloves to his mouth, one
after the other. Locking his teeth to the white
leather, he drew his hands out. Brett unbuttoned his
jeans and slowly pulled them down, revealing his
sturdy young legs which had a very light covering of
blond hair. He now stood there, clad only in his plain
white BVD's.

Still facing each other and eyes locked, the two
muscular young men slowly began moving sideways
towards the gym's boxing ring. Dante figured Brett to
be taller by an inch or so, but that his own extra
musculature gave him at least a 10-pound advantage.
The punk looked tough, though, and Dante told himself
not to underestimate the fighter.

The two youths ducked under the ropes and emerged on
either side of the ring. Brett raised his fists,
snarled as he began to slowly move forward. Dante did
the same.

As the two boys drew closer, Dante launched a right
fist, but the distance was too great for a heavy
impact and the fist bounced off Brett's tensed
abdominals with a slap.

"Don't think so, asshole!" Brett spat out, drawing
back his right fist, but before he could attack, Dante
swiveled back on his left leg, his right foot shooting
upwards solidly clipping Brett's chin.

Brett's head snapped upwards with the blow and he
staggered back two steps, his eyes widened and
blinking at Dante.

"I do think so, motherfucker!" shouted Dante as he
threw his weight behind his right fist, brutally
smashing it into Brett's left eye.

The violence of the blow knocked the young man
backwards off his feet and sent him crashing down to
the canvas floor on his back. Brett let out a yelp and
cupped the eye with both hands as he struggled to
breathe through clenched teeth.

As Dante moved forward, fists raised, Brett looked up
and, tensing stomach and chest muscles, began to lift
his upper torso up from the canvas. A quick kick to
his chest by Dante knocked Brett back to the floor.
Instantly Dante dropped to his knees, straddling
Brett's stomach and chest and grabbing his foe's neck
with both hands in a choke hold.

Brett's hands snapped around Dante's neck. The two
fighters grunted in deadly effort as chest and arm
muscles strained in a mutual death grip, Dante's sweat
dripping down on Brett's downed form.

Suddenly, Brett drew his right hand back from Dante's
neck and, on the verge of losing consciousness,
smashed it into the Latino's left eye.

Dante grunted in pain and shook his head. Brett now
removed his left hand from Dante's throat and began
smashing his fist into Dante's right pec, the muscle
quivering with each blow as Brett now dug the fingers
of his right hand into the upper part of Dante's
hardened left pec.

Tensing the glistening muscles in his right arm, Brett
slowly dug his fingers into Dante's quivering left pec
as the boy roared in pain. Dante kept his crushing
grip on Brett's throat despite the agony as drops of
blood from his red and swollen left eye began to drip
onto Brett's chest.

Brett's left hand now locked on Dante's right pec and
began twisting savagely back and forth. The Latino
raised his head and howled in pain. As he drew it down
again, Brett drew his left arm across his chest, then
sent his bent left elbow smashing solidly into the
Latino's left eye.

The young bodybuilder yelped in pain and rolled off
Brett to his right, landing on his knees, one hand
cupping his eye and the other massaging his right pec.

Brett again tensed his torso, muscled in an effort to
rise up, but a clumsy punch to his nose by Dante again
pushed him back. Brett then rolled to his right and
leapt up to a crouching position.

Dante swiveled to face his foe and raised his fists in
time to see Brett leaping at him in a tackle. Before
the glistening bodies could collide, Dante blindly
swung his left fist in an arc, crashing hard into the
side of Brett's nose, snapping the blond fighter's
head to the left, his body crashing limply into Dante
who was knocked from a squatting position onto his
muscled ass, his back straining against the ring's
ropes.

With a trickle of blood dripping from his right
nostril, Brett raised his head to see Dante's ripped
abs only two feet in front of him, his right shoulder
resting on Dante's knee. Brett instantly pulled back
his fists and sent one punch to Dante's six pack and
another to the Latino's bleeding left eye, opening a
massive cut. Blood gushed out and Dante screamed
hoarsely as he stumbled to his feet, covering the left
side of his damaged face with one hand.

As Dante stood upright Brett swiveled into a sitting
position facing him. But before Brett could stand,
Dante drew his right foot far back and drop-kicked
Brett in the chest, smashing him flat backwards onto
the canvas and sending him sliding five feet back
toward the edge of the ring. The friction pulled
Brett's BVD's down below the two hardened mounds of
his ass cheeks and his hardened 8-inch cock and
low-hanging balls.

Brett drew his knees to his chest and a strangled gasp
escaped his lips as he struggled for air. Dante, fists
raised, cautiously approached his downed foe. Brett's
eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling as his
bruised chest heaved in a struggle for air.

Dante now slowly lifted his right foot and positioned
it above Brett's manhood. The Latino quickly raised
his foot higher preparing to stomp Brett's testicles
when the blond fighter launched his right foot
forward, crashing it into Dante's left knee cap.

The surprised Latino let out a yelp as his left leg
twisted and folded beneath him, sending him crashing
painfully to his knees. Brett instantly launched his
left foot forward, crashing his heel into the Latino's
nose, snapping his head backwards and sending the
muscle boy crashing to the canvas as his speedos
shredded, revealing his erect meat.

Brett now leapt to his feet and in one fluid motion
tugged the fabric of his BVD's down over his bare
feet, tossing it away without a second glance. He
stood before Dante stark naked, his big uncut cock
hanging forward, jutting out from his huge balls. He
turned toward the ring's turnstile, the two rounded
muscles of his exposed ass tightening as he climbed to
the top and turned to face Dante's downed form. Dante
groggily lifted his head as a trickle of blood ran
from each nostril and down the sides of his face.

Tensing his battered pecs, he began lifting his torso
up in time to see Brett launch himself into the air
from the turnstile, a piercing battle scream escaping
the muscled blond fighter's throat as his knees came
crashing down deep into Dante's bulging pecs, smashing
him back onto the canvas.

As Dante now gasped for air, Brett shifted his legs so
that he straddled the Latino's torso, sitting on the
boy's battered pecs. The blond fighter now slid
backwards, his muscled ass sliding easily down the
young bodybuilder's sweat-slickened torso. Dante's
erect cock bent forward as Brett slid back, the
Latino's meat wedged between the blond fighter's ass
cheeks.

Brett, now in position, drew his right arm back, then
smashed his fist deep into Dante's right pec once,
twice, three times. The Latino moaned and with eyes
closed and head lolling, pushed at Brett's own
rock-hardened pecs, but the blond youth brushed away
his foe's hands and raised his left elbow, smashing it
deep into Dante's left pec once, twice, three times.

Breathing in sharp rasps through clinched teeth, Dante
dazedly looked up into Brett's eyes. Brett firmly
grabbed both of Dante's swollen nipples and raised
himself up to his knees, his exposed cock erect before
him, pointed at the Latino's face. As Dante firmly
grabbed Brett's wrist, the blond fighter quickly leapt
to his feet and stood erect, his fists still locked on
Dante's nipples which stretched upward with the move.

Dante shrieked in pain as Brett gave a sharp tug on
the twisting nipples. Brett grinned through bloodied
lips and gave two more sharp yanks before letting go,
sending Dante crashing limply onto the canvas with a
whimper.

As Dante lay there, momentarily paralyzed, he heard
Brett laughing and shouting, "Come on, punk! Get up
and fight me, you scum bag!"

Dante's left leg lashed out and his left foot, flying
forward, crashed into the side of Brett's mouth. The
blond fighter twisted his face leftward with the blow,
reducing the damage. Before he could recover, Dante's
right leg broke out in an arch, the right foot
colliding lightly with the left side of Brett's mouth.
Dante instantly lowered his head to his chest and,
tensing muscles, launched his upper torso up, the top
of his head crashing into Brett's forehead and opening
a gash over his left eye as the blond fighter's head
snapped back and forward.

For an instant, the two muscled fighters faced each
other, both on their knees, backs ramrod straight,
arms tensed but dangling at their sides, their
bloodied faces inches apart as each felt the hot
heaving breath of his enemy.

Glaring at each other through sweat-soaked hair
clinging to their face, both boys began growling
through clinched teeth, then launched themselves
forward, the bare pecs of the fighters slapping
together as flesh met flesh. Each fighter wrapped
muscled arms around the slickened torso of his foe in
a crushing lock hold.

Their faces pushed together and eyes still locked, the
young warriors growled in effort as each flexed
bulging biceps to crush the other. Each could feel the
pecs and abs of his enemy straining and flexing as
their torsos crushed against each other.

Dante's bodybuilder physique was beginning to win the
crushing battle as Brett grimaced in pain, his
breathing becoming labored. Before it was too late,
Brett threw his weight into a twist and flip, sending
both muscle boys crashing to the canvas and rolling
toward the edge of the canvas then off it.

The fighters crashed onto the concrete floor on their
sides, each letting out a yelp of pain and rolling
away from each other. Brett continued his roll and
leapt to his feet, swiveling to see Dante rolling into
the side of the ring, his back against it.

Before Dante could lift his head up, Brett raced
towards his downed foe and put his full weight into a
kick, sending his left foot smashing deep into the
Latino's abs, which took the full impact of the blow.

Dante's body convulsed at the blow before doubling
over in pain. The injured fighter screamed soundlessly
as he covered his destroyed abs with his arms, rolling
onto his front and arching his back.

Brett walked to Dante's side as he squirmed in pain.
Looking down, the blonde fighter grabbed a fistful of
the Latino's soaked hair and lifted the muscle boy's
bloodied face to just below the level of his exposed
crotch.

In a flash, Brett drew his right knee back then
forward, crashing into Dante's nose in a splattering
of blood, then drew it back and kicked forward into
the young man's brutalized right ab, the youth moaning
from the pain.

As Brett began flexing his biceps in an effort to lift
Dante's torso higher off the floor, the Latino fighter
suddenly launched his right fist up, smashing deep
into Brett's testicles.

Brett yelped out in pain, instantly releasing his grip
and grabbing his injured balls, sending Dante crashing
down onto the concrete floor. As Dante groggily began
pushing himself up off the floor, a stumbling Brett,
still cupping his manhood, weakly sent his knee
bouncing off the side of Dante's face. The Latino
continued to rise, however, and turned to face his
opponent. Blood streamed from Dante's injured face and
flowed down over his sweaty naked torso. Brett was
hunched over, eyes shut tight as he shook his head to
clear the pain. In one quick motion, Dante moved
forward, grabbing the muscular blond youth in a
crushing headlock. Brett snapped to attention, his
hands flying up to Dante's straining biceps that were
crushing his wind-pipe, but the young Latino increased
the force of the crush.

With Brett bent over and struggling helplessly in his
crushing headlock, Dante now began dragging the blond
fighter over to the ring's turnstile. Only inches away
from the gleaming metal, Dante rotated so that the
dripping gash over Brett's eye was facing it. Dante
pushed violently back then forward, sending Brett's
head smashing into the turnstile with a spattering of
blood.

Brett moaned as Dante prepared for a second blow that
Brett knew would leave him unconscious or worse.
Leaning back on his right foot, Brett used what was
left of his strength to twist back and send a
roundhouse kick smashing brutally into the side of
Dante's face, sending the muscled fighter crashing
limply backwards onto the concrete floor.

With the gash sending blood streaming into his left
eye and down his face, Brett turned and dropped his
head for a better view of his enemy. Dante lay
motionless, his strong naked body covered in sweat and
blood. Seeing the naked Latino lying face-up on the
concrete, the young gladiator, bloodied chest heaving,
cautiously walked to the side of his downed foe. Brett
gave a light kick to Dante's side. There was no
reaction. Brett blinked twice, then, as recognition of
his victory sank in, raised muscled arms into the air
and roared his victory.

Lowering himself to his knees, Brett grabbed both of
Dante's strong ankles. Biceps straining, the blond
fighter turned Dante around, exposing the thick,
rippling muscle flanking Dante's spine and the
bodybuilder's round firm muscle ass. Grasping Dante's
flat hips, Brett now pulled Dante toward him until his
erect cock found its way between the two slabs of
muscle and pushed into the Latino's ass crack. Moving
his arms down and outward, Brett spread Dante's
thickly muscled thighs widely apart. Then Brett drew
his hips back and rammed his cock into Dante's
unprotected rectum, burying himself balls deep into
the muscle boy's virgin ass.

Awakened by the sharp pain in his ass, Dante screamed
and his whole naked body convulsed as Brett's spike
pierced him completely. Dante raised his face from the
ground and gasped for air, but Brett locked his hands
around Dante's neck with a full-nelson and, with
violent inhuman strain, he began to brutally fuck the
other fighter.

Dante began to come back into his senses. At first he
couldn't understand what was happening, lying prone on
the ground, as Brett's cock did its wicked work,
tearing away at the Latino's tender asshole. But as
the terrifying truth of his degrading impalement
became clear, tears of humiliation rushed to his eyes.
Never before had he lost a battle to any man. Never
had he been humiliated in such a terrible and painful
way!

Dante bucked and twisted, adrenaline rushing through
his veins. He struggled mightily, straining his bull
neck, his muscles bulging at supreme exertion. But
Brett had pinned the Latino muscle boy, his own
muscles rippling as he humped Dante's beautiful,
tanned, hard, muscle-boy body with the inexorable
force of some hydraulic-powered industrial machine
tool. All Dante could do was to grunt in agony at each
violent thrust of his opponent's weapon into his
brawny physique, Brett's muscular arms and weight
keeping Dante tightly entrapped under his tormentor.

Brett thrust hard, muscle straining against muscle,
pulling out and surging back again, ramming his shaft
deep into the entrails of the other fighter,
determined to finish the job he had started with his
fists by using his big cock. He really enjoyed
destroying the other stud's manhood. This was the
ultimate pleasure. He growled hungrily as he thrust
hard and fast into Dante, savoring the warmth of the
muscle boy around him. The tightness, the moistness
aroused him into frenzy. Moving his hips in short
fucking motions, Brett forced his rigid meat into
Dante's tight hole, slamming into the champion's butt
with the force of a runaway piston engine.

Brett continued his assault on the bodybuilder's ass,
spreading his thighs and digging his toes into the
floor, seeking more purchase to thrust harder into
Dante's ass. Another scream was wrenched from Dante as
Brett practically ripped the young muscle boy a new
asshole. It hurt like hell, and Dante fought to free
himself once more, certain that he couldn't stand
anymore, but he was totally unable to stop his own
rape. He was on fire, the burn searing his thoughts to
cinders as the blond fighter's ridged shaft plowed
into him, and he couldn't stop the groans that
vibrated through him. He found himself driven mad by
the experience, by the physical force used to pin him
in place, by the knowledge that he could do nothing to
stop the thorough reaming of his ass. But the pleasure
began to mount. The incredible feeling of the plunging
cock against his prostate was pulling Dante spiraling
into a zone-out and, as time compressed in on itself,
his mind was lost to the waves of pain/pleasure that
almost made him pass out. A strangled scream rose in
Dante's throat. And then he was groaning, coming as
Brett continued to rock into his body. Dante's vision
darkened as his whole body convulsed, his cock
spitting semen, the huge muscles of his ass tightening
around Brett's thick iron bar as he came.

This violent massage was too much for the blond
warrior. With sweat pouring, Brett bellowed like a
bull in heat as he was seized by the acute intensity
of his own orgasm. His seething, hot, chiseled muscles
surged and rippled under warm, smooth, supple flesh as
he spewed hot cum deep into Dante's battered rectum.

Dante seemed barely conscious as Brett heaved a long,
deep sigh of pleasure. Brett drew his softening pole
out of Dante's oozing ass and got up on wobbly legs.
His shoulders and neck were sore and his arms ached
from the workout they'd been given. It took a lot of
strength and energy to rape ass as he'd just done and
his breath was uneven and ragged. He stood studying
his fallen foe as he felt his breathing ease. Never
before had he experienced anything like the ultimate
satisfaction given by this brutal rape of this strong
man. Damn, the muscle boy's virgin ass was the
tightest, hottest hole he had ever fucked! It made
Brett's cock hard again just thinking about it.

Brett leaned his upper body over Dante's prone form
and stared down. Dante just lay there, seeming totally
at the mercy of his conqueror. Brett watched Dante a
moment, then stepped around to nudge him over onto his
back with his foot. It was obvious by the puddle
uncovered and the stains on the Latino's muscled belly
that Dante had also shot a load. Confident with his
victory, the blond fighter decided it was time for
round two. The punishment was far from being over.

But Dante wasn't out yet. Emerging from the haze that
had clouded his mind Dante found himself on his back
on the floor, with Brett poised above his prone body,
clearly intent on repeating the experience. Like a
tornado snapping a tree in two, Dante's feet flew out
in an arch and landed with a slapping thud into the
two mounds of muscle that was Brett's chest, sending
the blond fighter's body flying backwards.

Dante clutched the far wall with his hands, and slowly
pulled himself up. Warm blood dripped from Dante's
wounded asshole and slowly ran down his inner thighs
to the ground. He turned toward Brett and glared at
him as Brett shook the cobwebs from his own head and
prepared to stand up.

Brett looked at the courageous but battered Latino in
astonishment. Dante's big cock stood erect, proudly
proclaiming his manhood. Brett backed away, allowing
his groggy and bloodied opponent to come forward
cautiously. The pain in Dante's rectum got worse as he
walked. Seeming very apprehensive, Brett, like a man
seeing a dead opponent suddenly come back to life,
moved away from Dante who now glared at him with his
intense chocolate eyes looking through streaks of
blood. Brett looked at the brave naked muscle boy's
big erect cock, the symbol of his undaunted manhood, a
manhood that Brett perhaps had underestimated.

The two naked and muscular young gladiators raised
their fists and began a slow, cautious circling. Each
fighter's leg brushed its twin as the two opponents
moved closer in an ever-decreasing circle. As the two
entered striking distance, Dante aimed a right fist at
Brett's nose, but the blond fighter snapped his head
back, Dante's fist connecting only lightly.

Brett leapt backwards, fists raised. The fighters
continued their circling. In a flash, Dante's left
foot swept out in an arc, slamming into Brett's inner
thigh, causing intense pain. As Brett's fists
instinctively lowered, Dante threw his entire weight
behind his clenched right fist, his bare torso
twisting as his incredibly lethal fist smashed hard
into Brett's jaw. The powerful and deadly-accurate
blow snapped Brett's head to the side and sent the
young fighter sailing backwards, his naked body
crashing down hard on his back onto the dirt floor.

Suddenly, the tables seemed to be turned as Dante
exploded with energy. Dante stopped two feet away from
his enemy as a dazed and utterly surprised Brett tried
to shake off the stun of the blow, blood trickling
from the corner of his mouth. Now Dante crouched down,
grabbing a fistful of Brett's thick blond hair and
lifted him to his feet by it. Dante drew his right arm
far back, his chest muscles rippling with the effort.

But before the young gladiator could deliver his final
blow, Brett's chest and arm muscles tensed, then
launched a fist full-force into Dante's bare rippled
stomach. Dante grunted as the punch connected. Brett
responded instantly with a second savage blow to the
stomach, sending Dante stumbling back, clutching the
punished area. Brett shook his head and slowly rose to
his feet.

The two muscled combatants resumed their deadly,
dance-like circling. A low growl began in Dante's
throat that slowly grew in intensity. Reaching a full
battle howl, Dante charged forward, his right elbow
jutting forward, crashing into Brett's chest with a
thud. The collision took Brett, now somewhat tired,
off guard. As he stumbled backward in an attempt to
regain his footing, Dante punched Brett in the face
with an arching fist which snapped the gladiator's
head to the side and sent him spinning before crashing
unconscious onto the concrete floor.

Dante slowly walked toward Brett's sprawled form on
the ground below. He planted his right foot between
Brett's muscled shoulder blades and, tensing every
bulging muscle in his body, raised his arms and face
to the ceiling and let out a long, piercing victory
howl.

Then Dante stepped off and let his eyes follow the
hard, cabled muscularity of Brett's tanned back into
the hollow at Brett's slender waist, over the smooth
muscular looking backside with its tight ass cheeks
and down the long strong legs. The mere idea of
burying his cock deep inside the arrogant young stud
sent a jolt of molten desire through Dante's body,
more blood rushing into his cock as he stared at the
bubble buttocks.

Dante paused for a delicious moment, enjoying the view
of Brett's lean, firm, tight muscles. Then he got down
on his knees, running his hands over the tight
spherical ass-cheeks that felt so good cupped in his
hands. His breath grew coarse and heavy with lust as
he gripped himself with one hand and eased Brett's
well-formed cheeks apart with the other, just wide
enough to slide his thick iron pole in to probe the
ring of Brett's shit-locker. He lay his rock-hard abs
and bulging pecs against Brett's wide back, holding
the back of Brett's neck in a grip of steel, and
little by little started to penetrate Brett's warm,
tight opening. With heavy growling coming from his
mouth, Dante's weapon drilled deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, before Brett was fully aware of what was
happening, Dante was in all the way. Brett grunted
painfully, but Dante didn't care. The passage was hot
and tight and Dante moaned at the sheer pleasure of
that constricting passage against his cock.

Dante yanked his cock back out so that only the head
remained inside Brett. Then, with an impetus that
wanted to split Brett apart, Dante rammed himself into
Brett's hot channel, roaring as he sheathed the full
length of his cock all the way inside Brett's hot
tightness with his brutal stab.

Brett screamed bloody murder as his ass was destroyed
by Dante's thick pecker. There was a painful feel of
tearing muscles shifting apart to accommodate the
invasion of Dante's thick penis. Brett tried to
struggle free as he found himself in the very position
he'd had Dante in minutes before, but his desperate
thrashing under Dante's powerful body was as futile as
Dante's earlier. The bodybuilder's brawny arms and
legs kept Brett down as Dante pulled his hips back.
With driving, power-packed thrusts Dante forced his
cock up the other fighter's butt a third time, then a
fourth, a fifth, and so on as Brett continued to howl
in agony. Dante felt the thick slickness of blood from
the tears he created in Brett's ass lubricate the full
length and girth of his shaft as he raped that young,
tightly muscled butt. Over and over Dante slammed into
his enemy, growling, biting, whispering obscenities in
Brett's ear.

Sweat poured off of them both, slicking their skin, as
Dante continued pounding away at Brett's ass, muscles
vibrating with ecstasy as he restrained Brett in an
iron grip, thrusting again and again. Brett groaned
and cursed from the pain, smearing blood across his
face as he cradled his forehead on his arm, enraged by
the suffering the other warrior was inflicting on him.
But there was also a wicked pleasure generated by the
friction of his prostate against the engorged crown of
Dante's cock. The pain was there, but now it was a
perverse form of pleasure.

Dante's cock was on fire as he pistoned in and out of
Brett's muscular ass hard. He started to grunt loudly
as he plowed into Brett, his grunts joining Brett's
groans, growing into a crescendo as he pumped his hips
over and over into Brett's sheath. Then one hard final
slamming of his groin and his control broke.

Dante gasped for a moment, held in his muscled gut,
then roared as he allowed his hard cock to explode
with a massive stream of hot semen. His semen jetted
in hot, scorching spurts up Brett's convulsing anus,
the filling of his male juices stinging Brett's badly
torn anal walls, driving Brett over the brink. Brett
uttered a wild yell of animal pleasure and release,
his entire body clenching with need as he was seized
by the acute intensity of his own white-hot orgasm,
the end of the other fighter's orgasm merging into the
beginning of his own. Dante moaned and spasmed as
Brett shuddered and jerked underneath him, Dante's
grip slipping, fingers losing their hold.

Both men could only pant as they recovered from the
exertions of their bodies, breathing in the scent of
sex, blood, sweat, and each other. Never before had
either felt anything like the brutal, unignorable
sensations of their violent coming together. It was
the best sex they'd ever had; the raw, primal
sexuality of the juncture of two powerful studs.
Moments passed in which neither man moved. Time seemed
to freeze, and in that no man's land it was almost
possible to imagine that they weren't enemies
separated by their own personal morals and goals.

Dante's solid forearms curved across Brett's chest as
he moved his hands to Brett's shoulders. Brett turned
his head, his lips slightly parted, eyes wide and
glazed, displaying the painful bliss brought about by
the other man's actions. Then Dante did something he
thought he never would - he dropped his head to
Brett's neck which he began to kiss and nibble.

Brett's eyes widened considerably with shock. Then he
let out a sigh and relaxed visibly. Without a word,
Dante released his hold on Brett. Brett looked into
Dante's eyes for a moment before rolling over beneath
him, the sweat soaking their skin allowing their
bodies to slide almost effortlessly around each other,
until Dante lay on top of Brett face-to-face. They
kissed passionately, biting and tearing at sex swollen
lips, Dante's weight pressing on Brett as they rubbed
into each other, mutually molding their bodies more
closely together. Muscle and hair working against
muscle and hair, they wrestled on the floor in an
incendiary embrace.