This story was written by Anonymous featuring characters from The Cave.
Round 3: Bodybuilder vs. Bodybuilder
 |
| Brody vs. Ram |
Before the two men entered the ring, Brody picked up his Country Boy trunks and Ram's mask from his chair, leaving Ram's gauntlets behind.
"What do you say we hang these in opposite corners of the ring to symbolize what's on the line?" Brody asked, handing Ram his mask, to which Ram agreed.
Clad only in their tiny posing trunks, the two gladiators climbed between the ropes and walked to opposite corner posts, with Brody hanging his faux-denim trunks on his post through one of the legholes and Ram securing the elastic strap of his mask around the opposite post. Both men then turned to face each other and walked towards the center of the ring.
"Now that we're both in our posing trunks and completely pumped from earlier, how about we have one more posing session for the cameras?" Ram asked.
"Wow – I completely forgot all this was being recorded! This is gonna be an epic video!" Brody replied.
The two men once again simultaneously hit all the major poses – front and rear double biceps, ab crunch, side chest, front and rear lat spread, triceps, and of course the most-muscular.
"Holy shit! Look at your Christmas tree!" Brody exclaimed upon viewing the taut muscles in Ram's lower back. "I've never seen one so well defined before!"
"Let's do this," Ram sneered, stretching himself out to loosen up.
As the two titans circled, the distance between them became ever shorter, and as they approached one another, their big hands slapped and grabbed at each other. Eventually their hands remained in contact, and their fingers naturally interlaced as both men slowly brought their giant chests together in another test of strength.
Unlike the mighty clash at the beginning of Round 1, this test of strength was different in that it was characterized by a lack of movement. To the casual observer, it looked as if the two men were frozen in time, like a Renaissance statue carved out of marble or two granite boulders that fell against one another on a mountainside, leaning on each other for support. The astute observer, however, would notice the small vibrations in their arms, the quivering of their massive glutes, the rippling striations of their upper back and shoulder muscles, the rivets of sweat forming on each man's face and body, the puffing of their cheeks, and the various shades of red each man's face turned as they applied tremendous force to the other. Their massive chests and abdomens pressed against each other like walls of warm steel, with neither man showing signs of fatigue or cracking. After several minutes of struggle, the two specimens finally broke their lockup.
"Still can't overpower me," Ram flexed. "I didn't see you getting anywhere, either," Brody replied, flexing in response.
Both men then collided in a collar-and-elbow lockup, with Ram quickly pulling Brody into a side headlock, smashing Brody's face against his enormous pec and nipple.
"Yeah," Ram seductively growled. "Suck on that titty, boy."
Brody responded by wrapping one of his arms around Ram's waist and used his other arm to scoop the big man off his feet, taking Ram down in a modified belly-to-back suplex. Although Ram lost the headlock, he rolled with the momentum of the throw and regained his feet almost immediately behind Brody, unbeknownst to his opponent.
Feeling like doing a little showboating, Brody remained on his back for a brief moment, then kicked his legs in the air and hopped to his feet from the mat. With his back to Ram, he smiled and outstretched his arms, shouting "WOOOOO!!!" at his display of agility. He then turned to face what he thought was his fallen foe, only to be leveled by a stiff clothesline from Ram followed by a big legdrop across the face. Ram tried for a quick pin, but Brody kicked out at “one”.
Wasting no time, Ram got to his feet and quickly pulled Brody off the mat, then whipped the country bodybuilder to the ropes. On the rebound, Ram did something Brody was not expecting: He dropped to one knee and delivered a palm thrust directly to Brody’s navel, knocking the wind out of him and doubling him over. Ram then used another fireman’s carry takedown to dump Brody to the mat on his back, followed by a short elbow drop from the kneeling position. The quick combination of maneuvers had Brody a little disoriented, allowing Ram to attempt another pin.
“One! Tw-” Ram’s count was interrupted as Brody kicked out with authority.
Ram stood and pulled Brody up with him. Playing a bit of possum, Brody surprised Ram by attempting a hip toss, but Ram blocked it with his leg. Taking advantage of their side-by-side position and entangled limbs, Ram executed a Russian leg sweep, taking Brody down hard to the mat. With both men on their backs and Brody stunned, Ram quickly rolled over and tried for another pin, but Brody kicked out at “two”. The quick succession of moves was starting to take its toll on the powerlifter, though.
Ram stood and pulled Brody to his feet by his head, then tossed him to the corner back-first and immediately ran after him. As Brody made contact with the turnbuckles, Ram jumped and twisted 180 degrees in midair, driving his thick, solid rear end into Brody’s gut. Ram felt the warm air leave Brody’s body and blow across his wide neck as Brody collapsed against Ram’s sweaty back, his head resting on Ram’s big shoulder.
Ram thrust his hips forward, then drove his ample backside into Brody’s lower abdomen again. The impact tossed Brody’s head back, placing it within striking range of Ram’s elbows. Ram proceeded to assault Brody’s head with alternating back elbows from both sides of his body while pinning Brody in the corner with his muscular posterior. After 8 or 9 blows, Ram took a step forward, allowing Brody to slump down the turnbuckles and drop to his butt on the edge of the mat, putting him at eye level with the glorious glutes of his rival.
“Why don’t you get a closer look at my ass?” Ram asked as he gyrated and twerked the back of his sweaty posing trunks – which could barely contain his perfect posterior – across Brody’s face.
Satisfied with the humiliation of his opponent, Ram turned around and grabbed Brody’s ankles, dragging the big stud by his feet to the center of the ring. “I owe you one for making me so dizzy in that last round that I almost puked,” he warned as he lifted Brody’s legs and tucked the rival bodybuilder’s shins under his armpits. “You’re not the only one who can go old school!” he added.
With that, Ram began to spin Brody around in a classic giant swing. The centrifugal force of six, seven, eight revolutions had the blood rushing to Brody’s head, making him feel like he was going to pass out. After the tenth revolution, Ram released Brody’s legs and sent him flying across the ring while Ram himself stumbled backwards into the corner, holding the top rope on either side of him to stop the room from spinning.
“I think we need to add ‘no spinning moves’ to our list of rules,” Ram stated as he held his head from dizziness. “Agreed,” Brody gagged, rolling onto his stomach to keep from throwing up.
Taking advantage of Brody’s face-down position, Ram stomped over and pulled Brody to all fours from behind. He then stepped over Brody’s shoulders and locked his monstrous thighs around Brody's head in a tight headscissors. Ram fell to the mat and rolled both himself and Brody onto their backs, with the back of Brody’s head resting on Ram’s crotch.
"Well that was easy!" Ram taunted as Brody moaned in agony. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight than this, but it’s all over now. No one can resist these quads."
Brody suffered in the hold, biding his time. He knew Ram wouldn't be able to resist showing off, and as soon as Ram brought one of his big arms up to flex his bicep, Brody quickly flipped both himself and his rival onto their stomachs. The speed of the move caught Ram off guard, allowing Brody to slip his head out of its vice-like prison and mount Ram's back. He smacked Ram's head around from either side several times with his inner forearms to daze the big man, then applied a rear chinlock while resting his own well-defined ass on the small of Ram’s back.
Ram was amazed at how quickly the tide had turned due to the sudden flurry of offense from his opponent. Brody had the chinlock cinched in tight while also straddling Ram, and every time the wealthy bodybuilder tried to get to his hands and knees, Brody would momentarily release the hold and drop with his full weight across Ram's lower back in a butt bomb, only to reapply the chinlock tighter. After three attempts at escape and three impacts from Brody’s solid glutes to his lumbar region, Ram's resolve withered.
"I could end this now," Brody bragged, "but I ain't done with you yet."
Brody released his chinlock and entwined his arms under Ram's. Showing his considerable strength, he lifted Ram's 235- pound bulk off the mat and into a standing full nelson, driving Ram's head down towards his pecs.
"AAAAHHH!! EH! EH! AAAHH!" Ram yelled.
Brody ground his package into Ram's magnificent ass as he interlaced his fingers behind Ram’s neck with the strength of a powerlifter’s grip. "Won't be long before this is mine!" he arrogantly stated in Ram's ear, then shook the stocky fitness model back and forth in the hold, eliciting more grunts from his rival.
Brody's threat engaged Ram's competitive spirit. Summoning his fortitude, he bore down on Brody's muscular arms with his own massive guns and resisted with his thick neck muscles in an attempt to break Brody's grip. Both men grimaced as they tried to counter each other's strength, but after much effort and a mighty roar, Ram forced Brody's arms down, breaking the hold.
Thinking fast, Brody wrapped his arms around Ram's torso in a waistlock and attempted to toss him with a belly-to-back suplex, but Ram wrapped his leg behind Brody’s to block the move. Brody, in turn, took advantage of their entanglement to apply an abdominal stretch, causing Ram to cry out in pain.
Brody looked down at Ram's twisted body, his sweat dripping off his forehead and onto Ram's obliques. "You don't look so good!" he laughed as he drank in Ram’s pained expression.
The more Ram struggled, the more aroused Brody became. He began to rub his fingers across Ram's chiseled torso and gently caressed his adversary’s nipple. "Then again, one might say you look DAMNED good when you're suffering," he added as he once again ground his swelling crotch into Ram's glutes.
Brody's gentle touch and ass play were really starting to turn Ram on, which gave him a rush of adrenaline. Calling on his reserve strength, Ram was able to untangle his leg from Brody's and, in a surprise move, hip toss Brody to the mat.
More surprised than hurt, Brody quickly got to his feet before Ram could counter. Ram swung a wild haymaker punch as Brody approached, but Brody dodged it. The momentum from the missed swing caused Ram's body to spin 180 degrees, exposing his back to the country stud. Seizing the opportunity, Brody lifted Ram from behind and dropped the big man's tailbone onto his knee in a spine-jarring atomic drop. Ram shouted as the pain from the impact traveled all the way up his back. He staggered forward a few steps but didn't remain on his feet for long as Brody clotheslined him from behind.
Both men landed face-down on the mat, but Brody immediately got to his feet. He pulled Ram to a standing position and whipped him hard back-first into the corner, then charged in after his foe. Just before impact, Brody turned his body to drive his muscular rump into Ram’s midsection with a butt smash, just as Ram did to him moments ago.
“You’re not the only one with a big ass!” Brody commented as he ground his glutes into Ram’s abdomen, causing Ram’s head to collapse onto Brody’s shoulder. Brody took the opportunity to reach up and grasp Ram’s head, using it to pull his opponent over his shoulder and out of the corner with a snapmare.
Ram landed on his butt in a seated position in front of Brody, but before he could fall to his back, Brody sprang from the corner with lighting speed and somersaulted over his rival while grabbing Ram’s head and pulling it down with his descent in a necksnap. Ram’s head bent forward before recoiling sharply backward, impacting the mat with force and leaving Ram flat on his back.
Brody rose to his feet and advanced towards his fallen opponent. “You tried using a torture rack on me in the first round,” he said as pulled his Ram to his feet and stood slightly behind him, “but I have a different kind of rack I want to show you.”
Brody positioned himself in such a way that the two men were perpendicular to one another. He bent over and nudged Ram’s body from behind so that Ram fell backwards across Brody’s broad back. Brody then reached behind himself and laced one of his arms underneath Ram’s arm while grabbing one of Ram’s massive legs with his other arm and proceeded to pull downward while remaining bent at a 90-degree angle in a move known as the “Aryx Rack” after the underground wrestler who made it famous. Ram howled in pain as his body was bent in the wrong direction.
“Give!” Brody shouted. “Give or I’ll break your back!” “AAAAHHH!!! AAAAHHH! NO!!!” Ram replied, refusing to submit despite Brody ratcheting up the pressure.
Try as he might, Brody couldn’t get Ram to surrender, and with the massive amount of sweat covering both men’s sculpted bodies, Brody began to lose the hold as Ram’s back started to slide across his own. Brody released his grip on Ram and stood upright, dumping the wealthy bodybuilder unceremoniously onto his stomach on the mat.
Taking advantage of Ram's face-down position, Brody hopped up and landed with both feet onto Ram’s lower spine, then turned and straddled Ram’s body facing his legs. He then sat his firm ass on Ram's mountainous glutes.
"Let's see if you've limbered up any since the first round," Brody commented as he pulled Ram's huge legs off the mat into another Boston crab. To his surprise, he was able to bend Ram's spine at a much sharper angle this time, but not without causing Ram to holler in pain.
The two bodybuilders' fantastic gluteal muscles were far too large and well developed to be contained by their skimpy posing briefs. Their partially bare asses were forced into contact by the hold, and the sensation of skin on skin in that region of their bodies was highly arousing for both men despite their pain and exhaustion.
"Don't be such a sore loser," Brody stated over Ram’s cries. "Just give up now and it'll all be over," he added before snarling and cranking up the pressure on the hold.
"No! We're not done yet!" Ram yelled through his anguish. "You haven't seen anything! Get ready..."
With a deep growl that gained in volume, Ram used his well-developed pecs and triceps to push his upper body off the mat, then focused his remaining strength on his humungous quads to toss Brody forward with his legs.
Unfortunately for Ram, he used most of his strength to escape Brody’s crab hold, leaving little energy to initiate a counter attack. He crawled to the ropes and rolled onto his back to alleviate the pain he felt in his lumbar area, only to look up and suddenly see Brody's thick hamstring and thigh approaching his face at high velocity. WHAM!
After dropping his big leg on Ram's head, Brody moved into a pinning position by sitting on his opponent’s chest, holding Ram's arms down with his knees and resting the swollen pouch of his posing trunks on Ram's chin. Brody then raised both arms into a double biceps pose for the cameras.
"One! Two! Thr-" Brody was forced to stop his count as Ram reached above his head and grabbed the nearby bottom rope.
"Seriously? You're gonna take the coward's way out AGAIN?" Brody asked. "Well, if you're gonna act like a bitch, then I'm gonna treat you like a bitch," he said as he leaned forward and supported his upper body on the middle rope so he could rub his package all over Ram's face.
Satisfied with his humiliation of Ram, Brody rose to his feet and pulled Ram up with him. "Upsie-daisy," he said as he dragged Ram's dead weight to his feet.
Once Ram was standing, Brody moved him to a corner of the ring and whipped the big man into the opposite corner with such force that Brody himself fell forward upon releasing Ram's arm. Ram managed to turn just in time to hit the turnbuckles back-first at a high rate of speed, but the momentum from his collision was so great that Ram bounced out of the corner and fell face-first onto the mat, shouting in pain from the impact.
Brody smiled as he stood. He slowly walked over to Ram's body with his hands on his hips while sucking in short breaths of air, then dragged Ram to his feet and repeated the process, using the momentum from his forward fall to drive Ram so hard into the opposite corner that the impact once again made Ram fall face-first to the mat with a wail of agony.
Ram writhed on the canvas, clutching at his lower back. Other than a brief flurry of offense and a few escapes, this round had been all Brody.
Brody rose to his feet, once again placing his hands on his hips while breathing in some air. He casually strolled over to Ram, enjoying the sight of his rival suffering on the mat. Taking a moment to adjust himself in his posing trunks, Brody placed one foot on Ram's lower back and brought his arms up into another double biceps pose for the cameras.
Once he finished posing, Brody looked down at his opponent with a smirk. "I can't pin you while you're on your belly like that," he mocked, then gripped Ram by the hair and arm and lifted the muscle model to his feet. Once standing, Brody whipped Ram across the ring to the opposite corner again, except this time instead of falling forward, Brody followed Ram in and waited.
 |
| (Brody waiting for Ram on the rebound) |
 |
| (Brody applying his bearhug to Ram) |
Brody's face showed the intensity of the pressure he was using to squeeze his massive opponent into submission. He leaned back to hold Ram aloft while Ram leaned back in Brody's arms to try to alleviate the pressure on his lower back. The fabric of both men's tiny posing trunks hugged their thick haunches, wedging ever so slightly into the crevice between their glutes to become even more form-fitting.
Ram tried pushing against Brody's big shoulders to extricate himself but to no avail. His arms and legs eventually fell limp as he suffered and groaned in Brody's embrace. Ram was by no means a small man, and the sight of his incredibly muscular body being held aloft and crushed against his equally muscular adversary while his huge arms and legs dangled uselessly in the air was an almost surreal scene. It was a testament to Brody's strength that he could manhandle such a powerful physical specimen like Ram in that manner.
After a few shakes and jolts, Brody remembered how Ram used a bodyscissors to escape the hold the last time, so he set Ram down on his feet to avoid another such situation. He couldn't apply as much pressure to Ram’s lower back from this position, but he was having fun nonetheless, grinding his bulge into Ram's pouch.
 |
| (Brody applying his bearhug to Ram) |
 |
| (Ram's view while suspended beneath Brody in his bearhug) |
"Yeah, that feels nice," Brody groaned as he humped Ram's crotch. "Getting close now..." he said as he closed his eyes, but whether Brody was referring to the end of the match, Ram's climax, or his own emission wasn't entirely clear as lust once again started to cloud Brody's thinking.
Brody continued to grind his manhood against Ram's package until he felt he’d humiliated his opponent enough. He then stepped forward and locked his thighs around Ram's narrow waist, squeezing tightly while releasing his bearhug. Now instead of being suspended from the mat by Brody's arms around his back, Ram was hanging off the mat from the force of Brody's legs around his waist.
 |
| (Brody holding Ram suspended off the mat in a body scissors) |
 |
| (Brody posing while holding Ram suspended off the mat in a body scissors) |
Brody leered down at his opponent, breathing heavily from his squeezing and posing but also from desire. He gyrated his hips to drag his bulge across Ram’s mouth while slowly counting, "One. Two."
Ram twisted his body sharply to move one of Brody's knees from his arm and lifted one of his shoulders off the mat to break the pin, but the fast jerking motion of his upper torso against Brody's weight wrenched his lower back. Ram yelped in pain, bringing another smile to Brody's face.
Brody stood up while Ram rolled to his stomach and put one hand on his aching lumbar area. "Here, let me help you up, friend," Brody offered, pulling Ram off the mat from behind. Once Ram was standing, Brody drilled a hard downward punch into the small of the rival bodybuilder’s back.
"AHHH!!!" Ram shouted as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees, clutching his lower back and wincing.
Standing behind him, Brody pretended to stumble and clutched his own lower back as well, a look of false pain across his face. "Oh! Oh! It hurts!" he mocked.
"Fuck you!" Ram spat through clenched teeth, eyes shut tight to ward off the pain. "You first, once I beat you," Brody replied as he walked over to Ram and pulled him off the mat by his head.
"Besides, I know what'll make you feel better – a nice, big hug!" Brody said as he wrapped his arms around Ram's lower back in another crushing bearhug, keeping Ram’s feet in contact with the mat.
 |
| (Brody applying his bearhug on Ram) |
"It's the least I can do for you, buddy. You've become my... MAIN SQUEEZE!" Brody added, ratcheting up the pressure and forcing another roar of pain from Ram.
Maintaining his grip around Ram’s beefy midsection, Brody slowly walked the two of them over to the ropes. He then bent Ram’s upper body backwards over the top rope, allowing him to pull inward on Ram’s lower back with even greater pressure while he rested his head on Ram’s thick, sweaty pecs. With each groan of pain from Ram, Brody mockingly groaned back at him.
 |
| (Brody bear hugging Ram over the top rope) |
Brody moved his head closer to Ram's neck and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm... you smell good," he said as he inhaled the scent of Ram's sweat, cologne, and bodywash. "I wonder how good you taste?" he asked, then licked and gently nibbled on Ram's thick trapezius muscle.
"Ungh... no biting!" Ram cautioned.
"I'm mot biwing," Brody mumbled, his mouth still wrapped around the spot where Ram's bull-like next met his gigantic shoulder.
"Why don't you chew on this?" Ram asked as he reached up and pushed Brody's head back to deliver a solid forearm shot, stunning Brody long enough for Ram to box his ears, forcing Brody to release the hold.
"OW!!! Son of a-" Brody's expletive was cut short as Ram grabbed Brody's head and pulled him forward, bending the big man at the waist and locking his head between his thighs, forcing Brody’s mighty ass – barely contained by his tiny blue posers – into the air for the cameras to film. With all the damage Brody inflicted to his lower back, Ram lacked the strength to hoist Brody’s body into the air, so he instead hooked both of Brody’s arms and dropped the stud down to the mat face-first with a Pedigree.
Thinking Brody might be stunned enough to gain a victory, Ram quickly rolled the country powerhouse onto his back and went for a pin. “One! Two! Thr-“ but Brody came to life just before Ram’s hand could strike the mat a third time.
Ram realized that if he hadn’t been in such a weakened state, he could’ve easily held Brody down for the full three count and claimed the win, but that wasn’t the case. Therefore, he either needed to avoid Brody until he regained his strength or weaken Brody as much as himself.
After slowly getting to his feet and heaving Brody’s big body off the mat despite the pain in his back, Ram found the energy to whip his opponent to the ropes. Unfortunately for him, Brody was still near full strength and had regained his awareness, reversing the move and whipping Ram to the ropes instead. Much to Brody’s surprise, however, Ram rebounded off the ropes and took to the air with a cross bodyblock, but Brody managed to get his arms out just in time to catch the flying muscleman across his chest.
The momentum of 235 pounds hurtling through the air was too much even for Brody to stop. He toppled over backwards but, showing his tremendous strength and balance, rolled through the fall with his thick neck muscles to come to a stop on his knees while still holding Ram across his chest. Pausing to prepare for his next move, Brody managed to get one foot under himself, then the other, and with a shout of effort he rose to his feet while still carrying Ram's body.
"Jesus!" Ram exclaimed as he was essentially deadlifted off the mat, trying to kick his feet to throw Brody off balance without success.
Brody smiled, breathing heavily from his show of strength but still in control. He knew he was going to need a high- impact move to take any remaining fight out of his brawny opponent. He could easily drop Ram across his knee in another backbreaker, but he needed something stronger than that.
Readying himself for the effort, Brody lifted and maneuvered Ram's musclebound body up and over his head and across his broad shoulders to deliver an F-5, but Ram was ready to counter. He shifted his weight to slipped off Brody's sweaty shoulders, landing on his feet behind his aggressor. Ram then wrapped his arm around the front of Brody's neck and brought the country stud off his feet in a Scorpion Death Drop, causing the back of Brody’s head to hit the mat hard.
Wasting no time, Ram quickly mounted Brody and locked on a front-facing figure-4 headscissors, smashing his pouch into Brody's face and smothering him. He then rolled himself and Brody over so that he was laying on his back with Brody face-down in his manhood.
 |
| (Brody's view - black and white after hitting his head - as Ram is about to apply a headscissors) |
Brody knew he was in trouble. His previous display of power was a foolish bit of bravado that severely depleted his energy levels, and he now found his head once again trapped within Ram's granite thighs – only this time he was unable to turn Ram or even draw a breath due to Ram's lycra-encased package across his mouth.
Realizing that dealing with the smothering nature of Ram's attack should be his top priority, Brody decided to distract Ram by pleasuring him. He opened his mouth and began sucking on Ram's large gonads through his posing strap, instantly sending waves of pleasure through the muscular fitness model’s body.
"Yeaaah, I see you're taking to your new role of 'bitch' really well," Ram purred.
As Brody continued to fondle Ram's testicles through his thin trunks with his tongue, Ram started to lose focus. He maintained pressure on his headscissors, but he was no longer ready to defend against any potential counters Brody might attempt. When Brody felt that Ram had let his guard down, he quickly drew one of his legs under himself and began lifting his upper body off the mat, pulling Ram’s lower body up with him.
"Shit!" Ram cursed.
Brody drew his other leg beneath himself and started to stand.
"SHIT!" Ram yelled again.
With a muffled roar into Ram's pouch, Brody deadlifted Ram's full weight off the mat and above his head, then powerbomed the big man hard to the canvas, instantly breaking Ram's hold.
"FUCK!" Ram cursed from both the impact to his spine and for letting himself get distracted.
Brody fell to the mat, gasping for air from Ram’s smothering hold and his own high-impact escape maneuver. Realizing he could waste no time, he quickly leaped forward and applied his own front-facing figure-4 headscissors on Ram, then rolled himself onto his back with Ram on top of him face-down in his crotch.
"Let's see... how YOU like... being smothered... by balls!" Brody panted, still gasping for breath.
Ram thrashed and flopped around in Brody's hold from not only the pain of Brody's huge quads around his head but also the feeling of suffocation by Brody's distended pouch. Fortunately for him, Brody was very winded and didn't quite have the strength to prevent Ram from countering the hold. Ram was able to quickly get his knees under himself and rained double axehandle blows across Brody's rippling belly, further driving the wind from him. Brody was forced to release the hold before any more damage was done to his midsection.
Both men lay writhing on the mat, breathing heavily. Ram was the first to get to his hands and knees, shaking out his head to clear his vision. He wasn't in Brody's headscissors very long, so the effects weren't as significant as the headscissors he’d applied to Brody. He looked over to see Brody holding his stomach and sucking in a lot of air from Ram’s repeated blows to his abdomen. Though Ram was hurting from Brody's earlier onslaught, the rustic bodybuilder appeared to be much more winded than him.
Ram began to formulate a strategy. He slowly crawled over to Brody from behind and, once in range, lunged at him, wrapping on a tight rear bearhug while both men were on the mat.
"Ahhhh! AAAAHHHH!!!" Brody screamed as what little air remained in him was forced from him like a set of bagpipes.
"Yeah! Yeeaaahhh! I'm gonna squeeze the life out of you!" Ram said into Brody's ear as he rested his chin on Brody's shoulder, his fists just below Brody's ribcage in a type of devastating Heimlich maneuver. Ram gave several intense squeezes on the hold, each one expelling air violently from Brody’s lungs. Brody grasped for the nearby ropes, his face a mask of pain, but he couldn’t quite reach them.
As Ram applied the hold, he knew it would take more than a simple gutwrench to keep Brody down, so he decided to up his game. Maintaining his grip, Ram dragged Brody to his feet, pausing momentarily to grind his pouch into Brody’s ample backside while squeezing him, then lifted the strapping stud off his feet to crush him in midair, forcing a pained wail from his opponent.
 |
| (Ram applying his rear bearhug on Brody) |
Upon impact, Ram maintained his grip tightly around Brody’s stomach. Once again, Ram compressed Brody’s diaphragm, driving more air from his lungs while resting his chin on Brody’s shoulder from behind. The two beefcakes’ handsome faces were cheek to cheek and facing the same direction, with the eyes of both men shut tightly and their teeth clenched – one from applying pressure, the other from enduring it.
Brody was having trouble drawing breath. His mind struggled to find solutions to his predicament, but his thoughts became clouded. He tried prying apart Ram’s iron grip but to no avail.
“No such luck for you, big man!” Ram taunted through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut again to apply more pressure. Brody barely had any air left with which to moan.
Once again, Ram dragged Brody to his feet and then suspended him in midair, ratcheting up the pressure of his rear bearhug before tossing Brody in another belly-to-back suplex. Again, Ram maintained his grip around Brody’s abdomen on impact, this time rolling Brody to his stomach and mounting him from behind while he laid on the mats.
“Ooooo, I’m really looking forward to having this ass tonight,” Ram taunted as he humped his opponent’s firm glutes, his breath caressing Brody’s ear before gently kissing Brody’s neck, “but first, I’m gonna have a little more fun!”
Ram released Brody, then stood and dropped a big knee to the side of Brody’s ribcage as he laid face-down on the mat, eliciting a cry from the muscular powerlifter.
“I’ve tried squeezing the air out of you, but you always seem to get it back by escaping me for a few minutes, so now I’m gonna have to hurt you,” Ram threatened as he rose and circled to the other side of Brody’s body. “You hear me, big man? I’m gonna make it so you CAN’T get your air back by busting up your ribs,” he added as he dropped another knee to the other side of Brody’s ribcage.
Ram then pulled Brody from the mat and locked on a side bearhug, driving his shoulder into the point where his most recent kneedrop landed. He clasped his hands around the other side of Brody’s torso where his prior kneedrop impacted and pulled in tight.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Brody screamed, his face etched in torment. Ram eased up on the hold only to cinch it in harder, digging his big shoulder deeper into Brody’s sore ribs.
“AAAAHHH, NO!!!” Brody cried.
“Face it, big guy – you’ve met your match,” Ram said as he squeezed. “Actually, I take that back – you've met your better!" he added as he released Brody long enough to lift a couple quick knee strikes into Brody's abdomen before reapplying the hold.
Brody started to sag in Ram's arms. He needed to escape before any real damage was done to his ribs. He feebly reached for the ropes, wincing hard and his mouth agape in pain, but they were too far away.
Brody then noticed that Ram's head was directly below his arm. He began hammering away at the big man's cranium with his thick elbow, forcing Ram to release the hold but also allowing his foe to slip behind him and apply an abdominal stretch.
"There, that's better! You can't reach me back here!" Ram taunted while Brody grimaced as his injured ribs were stretched by the hold.
Ram took the opportunity to grind his package once again into Brody's meaty backside. "When you had me in this hold, you chose to feel up my abs and play with my nip," Ram said as he caressed Brody’s muscular torso and fondled his nipple. "You won't find me so gentle!" he then yelled as his soft touches turned into stiff punches to Brody sore ribs. Ram followed the punches with the point of his elbow, grinding it deep into Brody's ribcage.
"AHHH- OOF! OOF! AH GAWD!" Brody yelled. "Give it up, Brody. It's over. Your ass is mine, and soon your stake in Rival will be, too," Ram stated.
Brody almost forgot the additional stakes he wagered before the round, and the thought of possibly losing his life savings investment gave him renewed vigor. He struggled against Ram's stretch and, with some clever maneuvering, managed to break free and spin Ram into a backslide. The copious amounts of sweat on both men's bodies reduced the friction between them, allowing Ram to slide down Brody's wide back with ease.
"One! Two!" Brody counted as Ram’s shoulders reached the mat, but Ram was able to extricate himself before the three count.
Furious, Ram regained his feet and charged in recklessly, only to be brought up and over by a surprise back bodydrop from Brody. The impact knocked the wind from Ram and injured his back but had an equal impact on Brody's sore ribs, making it too painful for Brody to even attempt a pin.
Both men moved slowly, taking several moments to get to their hands and knees. Ram was the first to rise to a standing position, but it was Brody who charged in, driving his shoulder into Ram's gut and lifting the muscleman off his feet.
Brody continued to power forward until he was able to dump Ram hard in the corner. Grabbing the second ropes on either side of his opponent, he laid three big shoulder blocks into Ram's stomach, getting a satisfying "OOF!" from his opponent each time.
Feeling an adrenaline rush, Brody whipped Ram into the opposite corner, clutching his ribs afterwards. Though he knew he would probably come out the worse for wear, he charged in and launched himself into the air to attempt another flying bodysplash, only to be caught in Ram's waiting arms.
"UNNNGH!!! Not another... bearhug!" Brody cried.
"What kind of idiot with bruised ribs uses a bodysplash against a guy with a power-based attack?" Ram asked. "You're a dumb son of a bitch, you know that? Now you'll have to suffer for your stupidity."
Ram cranked up the pressure on his bearhug as he held Brody aloft, compressing the brawny bouncer's injured ribs within his arms, causing Brody to shout in pain. He then lowered Brody’s body so his feet were on the mat, allowing Ram to apply full power to the hold around Brody’s expansive ribcage.
 |
| (Ram's bearhug on Brody) |
Ram began to slowly rock himself and Brody side to side in an undulating motion, grinding his biceps into Brody's ribs and crushing Brody's sternum against his solid chest. The sweat between them allowed their skin to easily slide against each other, and their equal height would frequently bring their nipples into contact, sending jolts of pleasure through both men's bodies.
Ram’s face was one of pure enjoyment, a broad smile showing off his perfect white teeth as he rested his head on Brody's sweaty shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of Brody’s clean sweat and aftershave. Meanwhile, facing the opposite direction, Brody's face looked as if he was either about to pass out or cry.
"Yeah, man – I really enjoy bearhugging your thick chest," Ram commented. "It's the perfect size for my arms to get a good grip around and strong enough for me to test my full power on, unlike those scrawny guys at The Cave and the amateur wrestling clubs. Here, let me show you..." he said, bearing down with yet more pressure.
"Huuuuuhhhh!!!" Brody exhaled. "Why don't you just give up so we can get to the good stuff?" Ram asked. "NO!" Brody cried. "I won't give!" "Suit yourself," Ram shrugged. "You'll pass out soon enough," he added with another burst of pressure.
Brody struggled for breath. His hands roamed over Ram's upper body, feeling the muscles pulsating with power, searching for a weakness or a way out of his mighty opponent's tight embrace. Finally reaching Ram's shoulders, Brody quickly raised his arms and brought both hands down in a karate chop across Ram's traps.
"OW!" Ram yelled, slightly losing his grip. Another chop by Brody to Ram's traps had the same effect, allowing Brody just enough separation to bring his big hands up and clamp a nerve hold on Ram's thick shoulders.
"AAAAAHHH!!!" Ram howled from the sudden searing pain, releasing his grip around Brody's torso to pry Brody's hands off his shoulders.
“You’re not gonna break the grip of a guy who grew up in the country! These hands are farm strong!” Brody warned. Ram responded by locking his own strong hands around Brody’s thick chest in a double pec claw.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Brody screamed, losing his grip on Ram’s shoulders and allowing Ram to free himself from Brody's nerve hold.
Ram released his grip on Brody’s pecs and grabbed the back of his foe’s head. He immediately fell to his back and pulled Brody down with him while raising his knees, impaling Brody’s ribcage with a chestbuster maneuver. Brody yelled in pain as he bounced off Ram’s knees and onto his back, rolling away from Ram and wrapping his arms around himself to protect his battered ribs.
Ram rolled towards Brody and went for a cover. "One! Two! Thr-" but the count was interrupted when Brody placed his foot on the nearby bottom rope.
"Now who's taking the coward's way out?" Ram asked before getting to his feet and dragging Brody's body away from the ropes.
Once closer to mid-ring, Ram dropped two standing elbows across Brody's chest, followed by a full bodysplash. Ram then wrapped his immense quads around Brody's chest and began to squeeze with pressure so intense that Brody didn't have enough air in his lungs to create any vocalizations, his face frozen in a wide-eyed silent scream.
"You thought my arms were strong?" Ram asked as he tightened the side bodyscissors. "They're NOTHING compared to my legs! You'll be crushed in a matter of seconds!"
Brody pounded and beat on the massive thighs that were squeezing his chest cavity, but they were immovable. In all his years of wrestling, powerlifting, and bodybuilding, he'd never encountered legs as big and as powerful as Ram's. Trapped near the middle of the ring with no ropes to grab to break the hold, Brody was in a dire predicament. The only thing within his reach was Ram's enormous package, so Brody reached out and grabbed it.
"Ah-ah-ah," Ram warned, wagging his finger. "No low blows!"
Brody began gently fondling Ram's basket, kneading it, caressing it, bringing the big man to further arousal. Perhaps he could manipulate his way out of his situation.
As Brody soothingly worked over his junk, Ram felt the juices boiling up inside him. He and Brody had been going at each other for a couple hours now, with both saving up their massive loads for the grand finale. Ram knew if he blew his wad now, it would weaken him considerably before the match was won. As much as he hated to do it, he had no choice but to abandon his hold.
"Alright, alright – that's enough," Ram said as he released the bodyscissors and kicked Brody away. Brody rolled to his stomach and gasped for breath, sucking in as much air as his injured ribs would allow.
"I bet you think you're pretty clever," Ram said as he rose from the mat and casually strolled over to Brody, adjusting his enormous erection in his trunks. Upon reaching Brody's heaving body, the muscular fitness model put his foot on Brody’s ass and struck a double biceps pose.
“Yeaaaaah. Look at this shit. Look at this shit!” Ram snarled seductively as he admired his guns. “You’ve got NOTHING on this! You’re right where you belong – groveling at my feet.” He then stuck his big leg out and initiated a leg drop across the back of Brody's head. BOOM!
“On a Sunday night?” Brody groggily asked. In his addled state of mind, he thought Ram might be allowing him a breather. “I know a few places. What time were you thinking?” he added, still somewhat dazed.
Ram climbed through the ropes and onto the ring apron. “Actually, I have an exclusive club in mind for you,” he said as he moved behind Brody and raised his big right arm in the air, "and I’m thinking we should go clubbing right now!"
Ram proceeded to rain massive forearm blows across Brody's thick chest from behind, each one driving the air from his lungs and further weakening his sternum and ribs. The last shot was so powerful and caused Brody's body to sink so deeply into the top rope that the recoil bounced Brody face-first onto the mat.
“You usually work AT the rope bouncing FOR the clubs, but you just got worked ON the rope and bounced BY the clubs!” Ram laughed.
“Good one...” Brody coughed, a weak smile on his face as he clutched his sore chest.
“I can’t let you have all the wordplay fun,” Ram said. The handsome bodybuilder then vaulted over the top rope and rotated his body in midair to come down with his full 235 lbs across Brody's back in a thunderous bodysplash. SPLAT!
Ram's position left him laying perpendicular across Brody's back, but he slithered his way across Brody’s sweat-soaked skin so that he was laying directly on top of his beefy opponent. Ram’s swollen manhood buried itself deep in the crevice of Brody's ass, with only the thin layer of their posing trunks separating them, and his muscular abdomen fit perfectly within the cradle of Brody's lower back. With one muscleman lying on top the other, both breathing heavily and sweating profusely while wearing only the tiniest amount of clothing, it was truly a sight for the cameras to record.
Ram lowered his head over Brody’s shoulder to view Brody's face from the side. "I could end this right now," he sneered as he thrust his erection deeper into the crack of Brody's posterior, straining the fabric between them. The force of Ram's weight – combined with the awkward angle at which Brody's big dick was trapped against the mat beneath their bodies – caused the musclebound security guard extreme discomfort.
"I could roll you over, smother you with my crotch, and pin you," Ram continued. "Or, I could slap on some kind of chokehold right now while I have the rear mount and put you out like that!" he said as he snapped his fingers in front of Brody's face and smiled. "But where would be the fun in that?"
Ram dismounted Brody and climbed to his feet, adjusting his cock in his pouch again, which was now painfully enlarged and aching for release. He then dragged Brody's near dead weight off the mat and flung him into the ropes. As soon as he released Brody, Ram bounded to the ropes perpendicular to his opponent.
When Brody rebounded off the ropes, he was surprised to see that Ram was nowhere to be found, only to have the big man suddenly appear in his peripheral vision with a devastating side spear directly to his ribs. To Brody, it felt like being T-boned by a semi-truck. The force and awkward angle of the impact caused Brody to land hard on the mat on the other side of his ribcage with no way to cushion his fall, creating a double whammy of injury to both sides of his ribs.
"Hot damn – I've always wanted to do that!" Ram cheered. "Let's try that again!" The former football star lifted Brody's carcass off the mat and repeated the maneuver, once again creating a destructive blow to each side of Brody's ribcage.
"WOOOOOOO!!!" Ram shouted as he rose to his knees after the second impact. "THAT was awesome!" he said as he regained his feet and engaged in some self-congratulatory flexing.
Fortunately, Ram was prepared for the situation this time and was able to pump the breaks with his thick legs to avoid crashing shoulder-first into the ringpost, but the force required to stop his momentum left him defenseless for a moment. Brody took advantage of the brief opportunity and hopped onto Ram's back, applying a sleeper hold.
Brody locked the sleeper in tight as Ram gagged and choked, his big arms flailing in the air and exposing his torso. Brody again took advantage of Ram’s vulnerability and wrapped his legs around Ram's body in a rear bodyscissors, adding more constriction to Ram's air supply.
In desperation, Ram drove backwards with his massive quads, squashing Brody's body between his bulk and the turnbuckles and causing Brody to lose his bodyscissors but maintain the sleeper. Ram then stood and drove himself into the corner again, crushing Brody between his bodyweight and the corner of the ring and freeing himself of Brody’s sleeper hold.
Ram took a few steps forward, gasping and coughing while trying to fill his lungs with air, but as he turned around, Brody charged out of the corner with his large hands clasped together and delivered a huge Polish hammer smash across Ram’s chest. The impact knocked Ram onto his back while Brody fell face-down next to him, completely spent.
Both men laid motionless on the canvas for several minutes, their massive bodies in their tiny posing briefs heaving from exertion. The match was far more than either man had dreamed of, fulfilling all of their wildest fantasies from their awkward encounter the previous evening.
Ram was the first to stir, sitting up and shaking the stars out of his head. “You PUNK!" he yelled. “Why won’t you just stay down?!”
“No way I’m losing to a pampered pretty boy like you,” Brody mumbled as his cheek rested on the mat, a sly smile on his face.
“We’ll see about that,” Ram threatened. “I’m gonna make you regret ever running into me.”
Ram then got to his feet and stomped over to the motionless Brody. Reaching one arm under Brody's neck and the other arm under one of his thick legs, Ram deadlifted the bodybuilder up and slammed him down ribs-first across his knee, causing Brody to cry out with what little air he had left.
Getting a better grip with Brody now stretched across his knee, Ram lifted Brody up and held him across his chest again, then drove the other side of the big country boy’s ribcage onto his knee, causing Brody to once again yelp in pain. Ram lifted Brody’s body once more and brought him down stomach-first across his knee in a gutbuster, driving any remaining breath from his opponent's body.
While Brody laid prostrate across his knee, Ram took time to admire his victim's incredible physique. He’d never wrestled anyone anywhere near as muscular as Brody before and began to knead and fondle the farm boy’s firm, well- defined ass through his thin blue posing trunks.
"I sure am gonna enjoy abusing this!" he said to an unresponsive Brody, gently patting his butt before rolling him off his knee. Brody curled into the fetal position, clutching his ribs and stomach.
"So much for the 'fortress', huh?" Ram sneered. "I guess Lord Swoleus and the swole gods shine their favor down on me now," he said as he rose to his feet and engaged in series of poses over Brody's broken body.
Ram walked over and stood by Brody's head, watching the strapping powerlifter struggle beneath him. Whenever Brody moved his head away, Ram moved to wherever Brody's head went so he could continue to loom over him, and whenever Brody tried to reach for the ropes to pull himself up, Ram gently kicked his hand away.
“You look like a little pussy down there,” Ram taunted.
Brody had no choice. Unable to rise without assistance, the only way to get to his feet was to use Ram's body for support. He reached out and placed one arm around Ram's ankle, then, as best as his sore ribs would allow, reached out with his other arm and grasped Ram's mighty calf muscle to pull himself closer to Ram's body. Ram stood with his fists clenched at his sides staring down at Brody, his muscular abdomen expanding and contracting significantly as he prepared himself to finish Brody off.
"Up," Ram said as he waved his arms upward, prompting Brody to climb. "C'mon... get up," he encouraged.
Brody continued to slowly and gingerly scale Ram's mountain-like body, holding his aching ribs as best he could while doing so. His face was red and his eyes glassy and distant, and he breathed through puffed cheeks to ward off the pain. He eventually reached Ram’s gargantuan quadricep muscles and the magnificent piece of meat between them that was barely contained by the thin posing strap. Despite his pain, Brody recognized how fitting it was that such thick quads would have such a thick cock between them because a dick of normal girth would look completely out of proportion compared to the size of Ram’s enormous legs.
Ram spread his arms, inviting Brody to continue his ascent.
Next Brody reached Ram's chiseled abdomen, resting his head against it for a moment, riding it up and down with Ram's breathing. He once again observed Ram's protruding bellybutton and briefly wondered why he found it so fascinating.
 |
| Ram's distended belly button) |
Finally, Brody reached the thick shoulders and neck of the hunky muscle model, using them to pull himself to his feet. Never in a million years did he think his encounter with this god of a man the night prior would lead to such a memorable experience.
"I'm gonna make sure you NEVER forget this!" Ram growled before slapping on the tightest bearhug he'd ever applied.
 |
| (Ram applying a massive bearhug to Brody) |
"What was it you said earlier? How you must've jacked off to this scene a hundred times? I bet you always wondered what it'd be like to be in it. Well what do you think NOW?!” Ram yelled as he squeezed Brody’s thick frame in his arms and against his chest. With Brody’s feet on the mat, Ram could apply maximum pressure to the country stud’s ribs.
“I'm gonna CRUSH YOU, big man! I'm gonna crush all these big muscles of yours into pulp!" Ram threatened. Brody tried screaming again but had trouble drawing enough breath to do so.
"GIVE UP! IT'S OVER! GIVE!!!" Ram screamed.
Brody couldn't comprehend the situation he found himself in. After all the hard work and effort he put into building the perfect physique, his mighty body was failing him, squeezed into submission by his equally muscular yet apparently stronger adversary. He tried to summon the will to fight back, but despite the tremendous heat generated by the close contact of both men's massive figures, Brody felt cold, numb, helpless in Ram's grasp.
"You feel that, big man?" Ram hissed into Brody's ear. "That feeling of pain? That feeling of disappointment? That feeling of hopelessness? That's the feeling of your inevitable defeat. Your downfall. Your failure."
Ram pulled his head back to look Brody in the eyes. "FAILURE!!!" he screamed angrily into Brody's face as he cinched hard on his grip.
Ram's expression then turned from an ugly scowl to a beautiful but ominous smile. He started to snicker as he gently leaned his head forward until his and Brody’s foreheads and noses were touching. He looked down at their sweaty, heaving chests mashed together by the hold and observed the swell and pump the match had given their upper bodies. Both men panted with exertion, the warm dampness of their breath gently blowing across each other's chin and neck.
"That's the feeling of going up against someone who’s superior to you and realizing just how inferior you are,” Ram continued, speaking directly into Brody’s face as his forehead and nose remained in contact with Brody’s. “I'm richer than you, smarter than you, stronger than you, and much better looking. Well, I can't say I'm TOO much better looking because you look amazing when you’re hurting!" he added, watching his rival wince in pain as he tightened his hug around Brody's thick, sweaty torso. The lubrication between their bodies allowed Ram to slide his arms even more around Brody's chest while his own arms swelled like a python squeezing its prey.
Brody could take no more. His air supply was completely spent, and with no oxygen to fuel his muscles, he began to go limp in Ram’s powerful grip. Ram, however, refused to relinquish his hold, and as Brody started to sink to the mat, Ram lowered himself with him until both men were on their knees while Ram maintained his crushing embrace.
"That’s right, give in. Succumb to my power. Show how much weaker you are than me," Ram said, pulling Brody’s body into him even tighter while he rested his chin on Brody’s big shoulder. "These muscles of mine,” he spoke softly in Brody's ear, “these huge arms you feel around you aren't just crushing your ribs; they're crushing your hopes, your dreams, your great ideas, and your financial future. You thought you were so strong, but your arrogance was your undoing. You foolishly put the best idea you've ever had on the line, but then someone stronger than you came along and took it away from you like a schoolyard bully. Actually, it was more like taking candy from a baby. Only the strong survive in this world, and once I've squeezed the life out of you, I'm gonna take everything from you, big man. With no more brilliant business ideas and no more big opportunities, you'll go back to being plain old paycheck-to-paycheck living, just-scraping-to-get-by Brody... or should I call you 'Broke-dy'? Ha ha!" Ram taunted.
Brody's eyes snapped open at the "Broke-dy" comment, as if a switch inside him was flipped. Sensing Brody's reaction, Ram drew his head back to look Brody in the eyes again.
"Now what are you gonna do about it?" he asked.
Brody looked back at Ram, determination building in his stare. The expressions on both men’s faces were now deadly serious.
"I SAID WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?!" Ram yelled, but instead of sounding condescending, his tone sounded almost... motivational.
Brody leaned forward and rested his head on Ram’s shoulder to allow himself better leverage while he raised both his arms parallel to the floor. He grimaced in pain since lifting his arms exposed more of his ribcage to Ram’s squeeze, but it also allowed him to balance himself enough to place one of his feet beneath him.
“What do you think you're doing?" Ram asked in surprise.
Brody began to wave his arms up and down, willing himself up until he was able to get his other foot under him as well. With considerable effort, he slowly powered both himself and Ram back to a standing position while Ram maintained his hold.
“Give up now I'll break your ribs!" Ram threatened, tightening his grip around Brody's body.
Brody winced in anguish but would not be deterred. Leaning his head back to look Ram in the face, he curled his lip in a snarl as he pulled his big right arm back and extended his fingers. Brody then plunged his hand into the narrow crevice between Ram's muscular arm and his own massive chest, pushing his fingers together right before impact to form a chisel-like wedge and causing Ram to shout in concern. Brody then lifted his left arm and repeated the process, jamming his left hand deep into the tight space between both men’s sweaty frames.
"Alright, you asked for it! Say goodbye to your ribs, big man!" Ram yelled as he ratcheted up the pressure of his bearhug.
Brody tossed his head back, eyes shut tight and teeth clenched in pain, but quickly refocused on his efforts. He continued to wedge his hands deeper and deeper beneath Ram's arms, finally coming to rest at Ram's wide lats.
With Brody's hands now up to his wrists between their bodies, Ram wasn't able to apply as much pressure to his hold. He grunted as he tried to bear down on Brody's chest, but he was losing his grip. Brody continued his struggle, wiggling his fingers past Ram's enormous lats, allowing him to drive his thick forearms under Ram's biceps.
"No! NO!!!" Ram shouted as he squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth while Brody grunted with effort, thrusting his arms even further beneath Ram's. Both men began to scream as they exerted tremendous force against each other. Finally, with a monumental push, Brody shoved his entire arms completely under Ram's and wrapped them around the small of Ram's back, reversing the bearhug and breaking Ram’s grip.
"RAAAAHH!!! Brody roared as Ram howled in pain, unable to believe that Brody still possessed so much strength.
Brody left nothing to chance. He kept Ram's feet on the mat and their bodies locked tightly together to avoid any retaliatory headbutts, forearm shots, or bodyscissors. He took a moment to shake Ram back and forth in his arms but then intensified his hold, drawing Ram deeper into his body, once again causing their navels to merge.
"You feel that spine snapping?!" Brody taunted, a scowl across his normally cheerful face. "How 'bout I chop down that Christmas tree on your back?!" he asked.
Brody loosened his grip just long enough to raise his clasped hands behind Ram, then drove them hard into Ram's lumbar region in a downward chopping motion, eliciting a shout of pain from his victim. He repeated the maneuver several times, hacking away at the evergreen formation of Ram's lower back muscles, causing Ram to cry out. The force from each blow not only impacted Ram's spine but also smashed his crotch painfully into Brody's.
Ram knew he had to regain the upper hand, as all the pain inflicted to his back throughout the evening returned tenfold. Figuring what worked for Brody might also work for him, Ram leaned back in Brody's embrace to create some separation between their big chests, then thrust both his hands underneath Brody's armpits.
The force with which Ram executed the move – combined with the enormous amount of sweat pouring off both men's bodies – allowed him to drive his right arm all the way under Brody's left arm, but Ram’s left arm couldn’t fully penetrate Brody’s strong right side. Ram pulled his left arm free and used it to reach around Brody's right arm and complete his grip behind Brody's broad back.
The two alpha males were now locked in a mutual bearhug, each with one arm under and one arm over the other's mighty guns. It was truly a sight to behold – two sweaty, heavyweight bodybuilders in practically contest-ready shape wearing only their skimpy posing gear bearhugging each other in a true test of strength. Muscle against muscle. Power versus power. Their handsome faces were twisted into identical grimaces of pain and effort, eyes shut and teeth clenched, as they tried to overpower and outsqueeze their rival, grunting and growling and roaring with exertion.
The cameras continued to record every angle of the titanic battle between the two epitomes of manhood – their huge barely-covered muscular asses, their enormous thighs, their monstrous backs rippling with power, their bulbous yet shredded abdomens inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons, their swollen biceps and thick forearms wrapped around each other applying crushing pressure, and their wet distended pouches bumping, grinding, and mashing together. Their smooth, bronzed skin glistened and dripped with sweat as the heat generated by the close proximity of their straining physiques was like a furnace.
After several minutes of grueling struggle and neither man gaining the upper hand, Ram decided to take a gamble. As both men moaned in pain and exhaustion, Ram released his grip behind Brody’s back and thrust his left arm underneath Brody’s right arm again. He succeeded in driving his arm all the way up to the elbow between their bodies.
"AAAAH!!!" Brody yelled as he tried to resist Ram’s attack while Ram sucked in breath to gain enough energy to finish his counter. The wealthy bodybuilder’s eyes were wide and focused as his cheeks billowed air. With a Herculean push, Ram thrust his arm past Brody's big lat muscle and reestablished his bearhug, breaking Brody's grip completely.
"YEEAAAAHH!!!" Ram shouted in triumph!
 |
| (Ram regaining his bearhug) |
With a mighty roar, Brody threw his arms around Ram's and bearhugged the rival bodybuilder in return, just managing to link his fingers behind Ram's enormous back. Most men wouldn’t be able to maintain such a tenuous grip, but Brody’s hands were made strong by years of farm work, gymnastics, wrestling, and powerlifting.
Both men gritted their teeth as they applied their strength to the other, their muscles pulsating with power. Although Ram had the stronger inner grip around Brody’s torso while Brody had the weaker outer grip around Ram’s arms, Brody’s compression of Ram's upper arms began to force Ram’s hands apart and eventually broke Ram's grasp, driving a surprised cry from the beefy fitness model and allowing Brody to gain some much-needed air in his lungs.
Brody’s advantage was short-lived, however, as Ram doubled his efforts and reestablished his clasp around Brody's chest. He then inhaled deeply to swell the size of his own upper body. Brody's tenuous grip around Ram started to slide apart, as he was no longer able to encircle Ram's increased circumference. Brody's hold finally came undone, eliciting a pained yelp from the country stud, but as soon as he felt Ram exhale and the width of his upper body return to normal, Brody threw his arms around Ram’s arms again, once again breaking Ram's hug as he reestablished his own, causing Ram to yell in frustration and pain.
This bearhug contest lasted several minutes, with each man breaking, reapplying, and subsequently losing their grip in their attempts to both crush and resist the other, sweat pouring off their bodies, their throats dry from their screams of effort and anguish. The agony both men suffered was excruciating, but it also made them feel alive in a way that neither of them experienced before. Both men were used to their bodies getting them virtually anything they wanted in life, often with minimal effort. Now, forced to use their full power against an opponent who was just as big, just as strong, and essentially the same age, it became not only a physical contest of dominance but a mental one as well. Both men had developed a supreme confidence in their physiques over time, but now that neither of them was able to easily overpower the other; now that the outcome of their contest was in question; now that the muscles they’d relied on for so long might not be enough, their confidence was shaken as they finally realized the fear of uncertainty in their own strength.
Neither man was willing to submit in this ultimate contest of might. They both needed this win to prove who was stronger and to reaffirm their belief in their power, and the bearhug was the perfect way to settle it – one of the most raw and primal moves in all of nature, crushing the muscles of an opponent against the muscles of one’s own body to see whose muscles endure. The move was often used during the Golden Age of professional wrestling to prove superiority, when men were in shape but not nearly the perfect physical specimens they are today. Sadly, few men settled contests of strength in such a manner these days despite being more muscular and ripped than at any point in human history.
Eventually, Ram's previous attacks on Brody's ribs – combined with the advantage of having the more direct inner grip – began to take their toll on Brody. As Ram once again broke Brody's grip and reestablished his own, Brody tried wrapping his arms around Ram’s body but couldn't muster the strength to lock his hands. He tried again and failed, prompting Ram to bear down even harder on his squeeze with the knowledge that Brody was weakening.
Brody leaned heavily into Ram's embrace, his arms dangling at his sides and his mouth slightly agape. He rested his head on Ram’s shoulder as his eyes started to flutter and his tongue began to loll. Both men were breathing heavily, but Brody's breaths slowly became more shallow.
Ram cinched his bearhug in tighter, driving their thick chests and erect nipples together and causing Brody to gtrimmace and toss his head back in pain. Ram looked into Brody's face as the country stud started to fade into oblivion.
"Such a pity,” Ram taunted. “I thought you were better than this – especially with all your hopes and dreams on the line. I was actually rooting for you, too. How disappointing."
Ram then buried his face between Brody's heaving pecs to apply even more pressure, hoping to finish Brody off by using his opponent’s own chest muscles as a shield from any counterattack.
 |
| (Ram's face buried in Brody's pecs) |
In response, Ram tightened his bearhug as hard as he could, refusing to let Brody's last-ditch effort keep him from his prize. He was going to prove he was the stronger man by squeezing the musclestud out, but the longer Brody had the front sleeper locked on, the weaker Ram became. His grip started to loosen, allowing Brody to get a little more air in his lungs to fuel the strength in his arms and tighten the sleeper.
Ram stubbornly refused to relinquish his crushing hold until it was too late. By the time he released Brody from his grip to try to break the sleeper, he lacked the power to do so. In desperation, Ram began pushing himself away from Brody, which created enough separation between them for Brody to jump up and lock his big legs around Ram's midsection.
Unable to support both their weight, Ram fell forward onto Brody’s body. Brody grunted with the impact of the mat and Ram’s full weight landing on him but maintained his front sleeper/bodyscissors combo.
Ram tried to extricate himself from the front sleeper by using his massive arms to push against the mat and slide down Brody's body to a point where Brody would not be able to apply the hold effectively. However, as Ram dragged his head down Brody's chest, Brody released the sleeper and wrapped both his arms around the back of Ram's skull, forcing Ram's face deep into the sweaty cleft between his pecs. Brody then flexed and swelled his chest muscles again to maximum proportions around Ram’s nose and mouth, eliminating any opportunities for Ram to obtain air.
“You wanna bury your face in my pecs? Be my guest!” Brody said.
Ram thrashed about, arms and legs flailing as he searched for any means of escape, his muffled screams sounding from within Brody’s chest. Staring unblinking at the ceiling, Brody maintained his headhug and bodyscissors, his lips pursed together tightly and his eyes focused on some unseen object in the distance as Ram's struggles became more feeble and eventually ceased. Only when he felt the big man's body go completely limp on top of him – all except for Ram's rock-hard cock, of course – did Brody finally release the headhug, maintaining the bodyscissors just in case Ram was feigning unconsciousness.
Brody reached down and lifted one of Ram's massive arms. He then let go of the limb, which dropped to the mat. "One..." he said. Once again, Brody raised Ram's mighty appendage and let it go, receiving the same result. "Two..." he counted.
A sense of dread filled Brody as he raised Ram's arm a third time. He’d given everything he had to defeat his powerful adversary, and if Ram wasn't really out, Brody had nothing left in the tank to stop him.
Steeling his resolve, Brody released Ram's arm again, which hit the mat with a thud. "Three," Brody sighed heavily with relief.
Another Chance?
Brody laid on the mat crushed beneath Ram's immense dead weight on top of him, making it difficult for him to draw a full breath. He finally summoned the energy to roll the heavy, unconscious bodybuilder off him.
Both men laid next to each other on their backs for a moment, their huge bellies rising and falling as they regained their breath. Brody couldn’t believe that, against all odds, he managed to eke out a victory over the most evenly matched opponent he could ever ask for. He and his muscles had finally proven which of them was stronger.
Realizing Ram still wasn’t moving, Brody rolled over to face his friend. Ram's gorgeous facial features – so chiseled, powerful, and confident while awake – seemed gentle, peaceful, almost serene now, adding an ethereal look to his exquisite beauty. Brody gave Ram a couple gentle shakes to roust him without success.
"Looks like only a kiss can awaken Sleeping Beauty," he commented as he reached down and gave Ram a full kiss on his slightly agape mouth, breathing air into Ram's lungs. Brody soon felt Ram's body begin to stir beneath him and his mouth eventually return the kiss.
The two paragons of physical perfection kissed passionately for several moments, finally allowing their affections for each other to be free. As their lips parted, both started dreamily into each other's eyes, and it was only then that Ram noticed Brody had blue eyes as well.
"Congratulations," Ram said.
"Thank you," Brody smiled.
"I didn't really hurt your ribs, did I?" Ram asked.
"Well, like you said earlier, they're gonna be sore in the morning, but nothing's broken," Brody replied. "It's mostly my intercostals that ache because I had to keep flexing them to resist you. I like playing rough, though!" he grinned.
Ram laughed, then reached up and put an arm on Brody's shoulder. "Hey, you know I didn't mean any of that stuff I said towards the end, right? About me being better than you and all that?" he asked with a look of concern. "I was just trying to motivate you."
"I know," Brody replied as he stood. "You knew that’s what I needed to hear to keep fighting. I was ready to give up, but you wouldn't let me do it even as you were squeezing the shit out of me," Brody grinned.
"Think of it as a metaphor for life," Ram said, raising his arm for Brody to help him to his feet. "When life is bearing down on you from all sides – or in that case, bearHUGGing down on you from all sides – you can't give in. You have to keep fighting."
"I couldn't have done it without you, man," Brody said, bracing himself to pull Ram's massive frame off the mat.
"Sure you could," Ram replied. "You just needed to believe in yourself. Your weakness damned sure wasn't physical. It was all mental."
The two musclemen once again engaged in a light embrace, gently patting each other on their sweaty backs in a show of friendship and respect. Afterward, Ram walked over to the corner post where he hung his mask before the round and removed it from its perch while Brody remained standing in the center of the ring with his hands on his hips, catching his breath.
"I'm really gonna miss this gimmick," Ram said quietly while staring down at the mask in his hands.
Ram slowly turned and walked back to the middle of the ring while still gazing at his mask. As he reached Brody, Ram stood still for a moment, then dropped to one knee at Brody's feet, bowing his head and outstretching his arms in an honorable offering of the mask to the victor.
Brody gently took the mask from Ram's outstretched hands and admired it, pulling it to his nose and inhaling deeply the scented mix of sweat, hair products, and cologne from his manly opponent that had permanently permeated the material after who knows how many matches. All the while, Ram remained kneeling, his head still bowed.
"After all you've done for me tonight, what kind of person would I be if I didn't give you a chance to win this back?" Brody asked.
Ram looked up at Brody with a surprised expression. "You wanna go another round?" he asked, somewhat shocked. If so, Brody's stamina was truly superhuman.
"I don't think either of us are in any condition for another wrestling match right now!" Brody laughed. "But I do have something else in mind – do you ever sword fight?"
"I know some people who do competitive fencing," Ram said as he rose to his feet. "I’ve had a couple lessons with them, but nothing seri-"
"No, I mean cockfighting," Brody interrupted.
"No way," Ram frowned. "I hear there's a warehouse down the street that runs an illegal cockfighting ring, and I know you grew up on a farm with roosters and all, but you don't strike me as the kind of person who-"
"I mean frottage. Dickrubbing. Bone-on-bone action," Brody interrupted again. "Oh," Ram replied, feeling somewhat foolish. "Yeah, sure, but just as foreplay and stuff. I guess I never thought about how something like that could be turned into some sort of competition," he said as he squatted down to rest and listen to what Brody had in mind.
 |
| (Ram squatting down listening to Brody's offer to win back his mask) |
"But if I win and make you cum, won't that ruin your victory spoils?" Ram asked, referring to their earlier stakes of post- match coitus, with the winner mounting the loser.
"Man, I've got so much juice saved up for you that I could probably cum a dozen times tonight and not lose my hard- on!" Brody exclaimed.
Ram laughed. "I'm in," he said, "but I've never done this before, so you're gonna have to lead... and no taking advantage of my rookie status!"
To be continued …
God damm..that was SO hot, excellent back and forth and the details and banter... <3 <3 So much glorious muscle, beef and aggression (good natured). Hot as all hell!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! To me, there's nothing better than two evenly-matched competitors going at it, and the more muscular they are, the better it is!
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memories of arousal came when watching the old Toho Studios' "Godzilla vs." movies as a kid, in which giant monsters battled each other for dominance. Brody and Ram were already two of my favorite characters, and when I found out the models used for their characters are the exact same age, weight, and height in real life, it instantly brought back memories of those old films. I wanted to make their match a titanic struggle the likes of a city-leveling giant monster brawl, with neither man having the clear advantage until the very end. It sounds like I achieved that goal!
I'm very happy to hear you enjoyed the match so much. Like Alex said, it took me almost a year to write this story. (The version you're reading is actually the 6th revision!) I hope you enjoy the after-match activities as well. Let's just say these two are as competitive after the match as during it!
- JS
Back and forth, but then that final, decisive, breathtaking (ha ha) finisher...I loved it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sean. I wanted this match to be as close and as even as possible right up to the end, and I would've made it last forever if I could've! But alas, all good things must come to an end, and I imagined that guys as big as these two would've been exhausted by this point!
Delete- JS