This story was written by Anonymous featuring characters from The Cave.
The Zodiac Saga
Chapter 1 – “To Dreams Coming True” (Ram vs. Brody)
Author’s Note: Although the events of The Zodiac Saga may or may not be Cave canon (you’ll have to wait until the end of the series to see!), the stories will frequently mention events within The Cave narrative to establish a reference. The following story takes place:
• BEFORE the events of Rival Pro Wrestling 2: Cave vs. Country
• AFTER the events of Fan Fiction 1: Brody vs. Ram (Parts 1-5)
Friday, Approximately 11:30pm
Brody’s 30-year-old Ford pickup truck struggled up the winding mountain roads surrounding the Los Angeles basin. Although the vehicle didn’t exactly meet California’s strict emissions standards, it was old enough to be grandfathered into the state’s laws and had been Brody’s only means of transportation since he first learned to drive. It was also the very truck in which he packed what meager belongings he had 16 years ago and set off for the big city, fleeing his harsh and judgmental parents and the life of mediocrity he was destined to lead if he remained on his family’s farm.
Just 19 years old at the time, Brody had big dreams of what city life would bring, and although things hadn’t worked out nearly as well as he’d hoped since moving to L.A., the old pickup truck had been his constant companion throughout his struggles to make ends meet. It wasn’t just his meager income that forced him to keep the vehicle running since he couldn’t afford a new one – it was also a sense of pride and loyalty he felt to his truck that caused him to do everything he could to extend its life, which helped him become an expert mechanic. He’d known the old rust bucket almost as long as he’d known his best friend, Buck, but Buck hadn’t joined Brody in L.A. until just a few months ago and wasn’t around for some of the most difficult times of Brody’s life like his Ford had been. There were several occasions when the pickup had even served as Brody’s “apartment” when he was temporarily unable to afford the exorbitant rent prices in the City of Angels. Unfortunately, keeping the vehicle operational was becoming more and more difficult as it sputtered and chugged its way up the towering hills of some of Southern California’s most expensive real estate.
“The rich people who live in these mansions are probably gonna call the cops on me for disturbing the peace,” Brody thought to himself as the engine and muffler growled. “Either that, or they think I’m here to take care of their landscaping.”
It was approaching midnight, and Brody struggled to locate the address he was looking for in the dim streetlights that dotted the twisting road ahead of him. He’d been to the place a couple times before, but only during the day. The area was much darker at night but offered a spectacular view of the city below – its grid of white, amber, and purplish lights resembling a giant circuit board, with the skyscrapers of downtown L.A. visible in the distance. Brody also couldn’t help but notice the sheer number of stars visible overhead in this mountainous location, far above the air pollution and smog of the city. He hadn’t seen so many stars since he left his family’s rural farm those many years ago.
Brody finally came upon a section of roadway he recognized and soon located his destination. He pulled into the driveway entrance and up to the stone walls and giant black gate barring his path. After entering a code into the keypad located outside the driver’s side window, the gate smoothly and soundlessly opened, allowing Brody access.
Brody drove past the lush foliage surrounding the gate and up the long winding driveway that was lined on either side with small white lights until he saw the residence at the top of the hill before him, the very sight of which caused him to utter, “Whoa.” He’d seen this place during the day, but seeing it now at night – the ultra-modern minimalist architecture featuring sharp rectangular angles and several exterior walls made of glass, all set into the rocky hillside overlooking the city below and illuminated by landscape lighting and the full moon – was truly a sight to behold.
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| (Front elevation view of Ram's home) |
Standing in the doorway was the familiar face of Brody’s dreams: The chiseled jaw, the gleaming blue eyes, and teeth so sparkling white that they rivaled the stars above.
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| (Rowen Ramsey III, aka "Ram") |
Rowen Ramsey III, or “Ram” as his friends called him, was the grandson of the famous industrial shipping magnate, Rowen Ramsey, and son of Rowen Ramsey II, the current CEO of the family’s shipping empire. The Ramseys were one of the wealthiest families in the world, but Ram’s grandfather had instilled in him a strong sense of philanthropy and altruism at a young age that made Ram a very generous and down-to-earth guy who was well-liked by many people. Unlike his grandfather and father, however, Ram had decided to make a name for himself in marketing and promotions and was a founder and co-owner of one of L.A.’s most premier event planning and marketing agencies. Ram knew he would one day inherit his family’s shipping business when his father retired, but until then, he was content to stage some of the most exclusive events in Tinsel Town by leveraging his many relationships with L.A.’s most famous celebrities, athletes, and powerful businesspeople.
It was at one of these events where Brody and Ram first met a few weeks ago. Ram’s production company was hosting a concert featuring one of the world’s most famous EDM DJs in a large warehouse owned by Ram’s family, and the security firm where Brody worked – one of his many jobs around town – was hired for the show. Because of his strong work ethic and reliability, the security firm placed Brody in charge of the event, trusting he would do an excellent job managing the precautionary measures for one of the company’s most important clients. All was going well until a misunderstanding took place early in the evening when Ram arrived late to the occasion and forgot to include himself on his own ultra-exclusive guest list. Not wanting to disappoint his employer or the VIPs who hired his company’s services, Brody didn’t believe Ram’s story that the concert was actually Ram’s event and that the warehouse where the show was taking place was owned by Ram’s family. He assumed Ram was just another arrogant gatecrasher and barred him entrance.
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| (Ram and Brody at their initial "meeting" several weeks ago) |
After learning that Brody was a semi-professional wrestler who was trying to start his own underground wrestling company, Ram carefully manipulated the security stud into agreeing to provide him with a pro-wrestling “training session” at his private gym the next evening – never revealing to Brody that he was, in fact, also a semi-pro wrestler and one of the most popular stars of an underground promotion known as “The Cave”. To Brody, the chance to test himself by rolling around on the mats with the ridiculously good-looking and equally-muscular Ram – even if just for training purposes – was an offer too irresistible to pass. What started as a subdued posing and sparing session at Ram’s personal gym the following night became a grueling three-round wrestling match in which both men were pushed to their absolute limits in physical, mental, and eventually sexual strength and endurance. Since then, the two supermen had become close friends despite their very different social statuses and never missed a chance to hang out with each other, lift weights together, wrestle one another, and make aggressive bodybuilder love whenever their busy schedules permitted.
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| (Brody and Ram in their underground wrestling personas: Cowboy Chris Steele of Rival Pro Wrestling and Man-Beast Ram of The Cave) |
In the foyer of Ram’s luxurious home in the hills overlooking L.A., the two friends patted each other heavily on their massive backs.
“Thank you again for letting me crash here tonight,” Brody said. “I worked security at the club until 4 o’clock this morning, then worked my warehouse job from 7 to 3, then worked my delivery job from 4 to 8. I had just enough time to get a quick workout in before I had to work another gig out here in the hills from 10 to 11. As tired as I am, I would’ve never made it home without falling asleep behind the wheel. Good thing I always keep some travel supplies and a change of clothes with me in my gym bag,” he grinned.
“No problem, man. You’re always welcome here,” Ram stated before noticing Brody’s unusual attire. “So, what’s with the jumpsuit and military cap? You join the army or something?” he asked.
Brody blushed slightly and looked down at the floor. “The ‘gig’ I had out here was a stripper-gram for some rich woman’s 50th birthday party,” he sheepishly replied. “I got to spend the past hour being groped and fondled by a bunch of wealthy, desperate old housewives. It’s just another one of the many humiliating things I get to do to try to make rent for another month.”
Brody then looked up at Ram and unenthusiastically saluted him. “Say hello to ‘Private Parts’.”
“’Private PARTS’?!” Ram repeated, laughing heartily.
Ram’s amusement caused Brody to crack a meager smile, but the part-time stripper then noticed the strange outfit Ram was wearing. “You’re one to talk! What’s that you’ve got on, there? Did you join Cirque du Soleil?” he taunted.
Ram regained his composure but still chuckled. “It’s called a unitard, and it’s all the rage in Russian ballet these days,” he said while striking an exaggerated dancer’s pose.
“You’re taking ballet?” Brody asked in disbelief.
“Yup,” Ram replied. “In fact, my trainer just left here about 10 minutes ago, which is why I’m still in this thing. I knew you’d be here soon, and I didn’t want to leave you waiting at the door.”
“With as many celebrities as you know, I assume you’re training with one of those two Russian brothers from ‘Dancing with the Stars’?” Brody asked with a sly smile.
“Nah, those guys are a couple of jerks,” Ram replied.
“I knew you’d know them!” Brody laughed. “You know everyone in Hollywood!”
Ram smiled. “That was a bit of a problem, actually,” he explained. “I wanted to keep all this on the down-low, and I had trouble finding an instructor who I didn’t already know. I finally found this older Russian woman named Olga who used to dance in the Moscow ballet. She’s very petite, but she’s a real taskmaster and takes her craft very seriously. She has this big stick that she pokes and prods and smacks me with, and she pulls no punches with her critiques and criticisms. She calls me ‘overlarge’ and says things like, ‘You dance like elephant in circus!’” Ram imitated in his best Russian accent, causing Brody to laugh out loud.
“So why ballet?” Brody inquired, still snickering.
“Well, to help me be more of a challenge for you,” Ram replied, causing Brody to quiet his laughter and take notice. “My lack of flexibility and your gymnastics background have been a real weakness for me in our matches, so I’ve been taking yoga to become more limber. That hasn’t helped much, though, and there’s no way I can start taking gymnastics at my age, so I figured the next best thing to try was ballet,” Ram explained.
“Interesting,” Brody smiled, rubbing his chin in ponderance.
“It seems to be paying off. For example, I can do this now...” Ram stated, then leaped his 230 lbs of muscle straight in the air and spread his legs in a perfect 180-degree line at the apex of his jump before gently landing on his toes.
“Not only that, but check this out,” Ram added as he grabbed his smartphone off a nearby table and pulled up a picture of himself. “A friend of mine took this picture of me working out last week,” he said.
“Yeah, but look where my right foot is. You see?” Ram asked. “It’s at head height, so that tells me these lessons with Olga are paying off. During one of our earlier training sessions when she was riding my ass pretty hard about my form, I yelled at her that I was doing this for flexibility, not form. She pretended to spit on my floor with one of those exaggerated Eastern European ‘POO!’ sounds and said, ‘You want flexibility? You take yoga. You want flexibility and balance? You take gymnastics. You want flexibility, balance, and strength? You take BALLET!’” Ram once again mimed in his best Russian accent. “I thought about what she said, and she’s right. In gymnastics, you’re only worried about your own bodyweight, but with ballet, you often hold your own weight and someone else’s. Since then, I’ve not complained once, and tonight I earned my first compliment from her in the three weeks I’ve been training with her: She said, ‘Eez acceptable,’” he proudly proclaimed.
“Sounds like I’ve got my work cut out for me the next time we wrestle – not that you won’t still lose,” Brody confidently smirked.
“Speaking of which,” Ram stated, “these outfits have me thinking of some role-playing ideas, like the rugged soldier falling in love with the graceful dancer during a time of war. It sounds like a story right out of Russian ballet,” he grinned.
“Ah, I’d love to, man, but I’m exhausted,” Brody lamented.
“No problem, bud – I totally understand,” Ram replied, placing his hand on Brody’s big shoulder. “I’m still sweaty from my session with Olga. Go ahead and fix yourself something to eat in the kitchen while I peel myself out of this thing and take a shower. We’ll meet in my bedroom when we’re finished. I have eight guestrooms in this place, but you’re bunking with me tonight, big guy!” he said as he rubbed Brody’s thick deltoid.
Brody smiled, then asked, “Do you know about how long it takes to get back to the city from here in the morning? I have to be at my mechanic job at 9.”
“Well, tomorrow’s a Saturday, so traffic should be light,” Ram stated. “I’d give yourself about 40 minutes to be on the safe side.”
Ram mentally noted that this was the fifth job Brody had mentioned since his arrival: Bouncer, warehouse worker, delivery boy, stripper, and now mechanic. Ram pitied how much Brody had to work just to get by and wondered how he would ever find time to devote himself to the career he really wanted as CEO of his own wrestling company, Rival Pro Wrestling. When the two men first spent the night together a several weeks ago, Brody shared with Ram some amazing marketing and promotional ideas he had about Rival Pro Wrestling, which greatly impressed the wealthy event planner – who was obviously a bit of an expert in marketing and promotions himself. Ram desperately wanted to see Brody succeed with his wrestling business so he wouldn’t have to work his other jobs.
“Thanks again for everything, brother,” said Brody, pulling Ram in for another bro-hug. “I’m gonna take you up on your offer and raid your fridge. I’m starving!”
Frustrations and Dreams
Ram led Brody through the ultra-modern back part of house to the kitchen, then left to go shower. Looking around, Brody couldn’t help but think Ram’s place looked more like an art museum than a home. He explored the terrace and even peeked into one of the guest bedrooms, which had wooden floors, access to the large infinity pool that ran the length of the residence, and a stunning view of the city. Each section of the home was more jaw-dropping than the last.
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| (A tour of Ram's home) |
On the wall panel directly behind Brody was the hallway entrance, and the panel to his immediate right contained the doorway to Ram’s master bathroom, where Brody could hear Ram showering. That panel also contained a second door that led to Ram’s gigantic walk-in closet. The wall panel adjacent to the bathroom and closet doors consisted of a giant sandstone accent wall, porous yet smooth to the touch. Brody correctly guessed that Ram’s walk-in closet extended behind that accent wall.
Directly across from where Brody stood was a wall made entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows, with an excellent view of downtown Los Angeles in the distance. Within those windows was a glass door that led outside to a private terrace high above the valley below. On that terrace was a private hot tub that Ram and Brody had spent much time in during Brody’s previous visits, as well as a small private lap pool since Ram liked to start his mornings with a swim in the nude and didn’t want to get dressed to use the main pool if any guests had spent the night – not that any of them would’ve minded seeing Ram in the buff. The two wall panels on either side of the glass wall also contained large windows – not quite floor-to-ceiling, but close – that overlooked the canyons surrounding Ram’s home.
On the panel directly across from the sandstone accent wall was Ram’s huge California king-side bed – the largest bed Brody had ever seen; practically the size of his entire bedroom in his crummy little apartment in the city – flanked on either side by two contemporary- looking nightstands. It had an intricately carved wooden headboard but no footboard, indicating to Brody that the massive mattress and boxsprings must be supported by a strong set of frames underneath that locked into the headboard. Finally, the wall panel next to the bed and nightstands – the one to Brody’s immediate left – contained a large piece of expensive-looking metal artwork hanging from it that was illuminated by a spotlight, with wooden panels beneath it.
Brody had taken off his shoes and socks prior to entering the bedroom, relishing the feeling of the ultra-plush carpet and padding on his aching feet. Ram’s bedroom was one of the few rooms in the house that had carpeting instead of hardwood or stone tiles, and Brody took full advantage of that design decision, curling his toes in the soft fibers. He then set his gym bag on the floor and began to undress.
About 5 minutes later, Ram stepped out of the shower feeling fresh and clean. He toweled off his chiseled physique, then struck a few poses while standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. He and Brody had recently decided to get back into competitive bodybuilding, so both men were vying over which of them had the better physique since they would be competing in the same weight class at their next bodybuilding show. Their efforts weren’t entirely about competition, though, since they also wanted their bodies to be at their absolute physical best to please one another.
“The damned zipper’s stuck!” Brody said as Ram approached, clearly aggravated.
“Good thing this didn’t happen in front of the housewives,” Ram joked. “It’s not much of a stripper-gram if the stripper can’t undress!”
Brody either ignored the comment or didn’t find it particularly funny because he gave no reaction. He continued working at the zipper, trying to get it to go down.
“I was in such a hurry to get out of there that I zipped it up too quickly and got some fabric pulled in it.” Brody complained. “This is a rented suit, so I can’t tear it since I can’t afford to have it fixed or pay the company for a new one.” His rising irritation caused tears to well up in his eyes.
“Here, let me see it...” Ram requested as he moved in closer.
“No! You’ll rip it!” Brody snapped and pulled away, his face red and a single tear of frustration slowly rolling down his cheek.
“Brody, calm down, man. Calm down,” Ram said in hushed, soothing tones. “It’s late, and you’re tired. You’ve worked real hard today and have had very little sleep, and it’s making you upset. Let me see if I can help you. We’re both smart guys, right? We should be able to figure this thing out, and if I rip it, I know one of the best seamstresses in L.A. who can fix it,” he added, gently grasping Brody’s lapels and slowly pulling the emotional muscleman over to him.
“I can’t keep having you do things for me,” Brody quietly protested as Ram worked at freeing the zipper.
“Who says I’m doing anything for you?” Ram asked. “If the zipper breaks or the fabric rips, I’ll be the one who did it, so it’s only fair I pay to have it fixed.”
“Thank you,” Brody sniffed, wiping his bleary eyes. “I shouldn’t even be in this thing, anyway. Me, a stripper – taking my clothes off for money. Oh, if my parents could see me now...” he lamented.
“There’s no shame in stripping,” Ram consoled his friend as he fiddled with the apparatus, knowing from previous conversations with Brody how insensitive and disparaging his parents were to him growing up. “It’s a lot like bodybuilding when you think about it: You move and pose to music wearing next to nothing while people appreciate all your hard work in the gym and with your diet. The only real difference is you usually make a lot more money stripping than with bodybuilding,” he snickered, causing Brody to weakly chuckle as well.
“I was actually a bit of an exhibitionist when I was in high school and college,” Ram continued, “which made the transition to bodybuilding a lot easier for me. I used to strip down to my underwear and dance around at parties and stuff for a lot of the girls I knew. They loved how much ‘fun’ I was. Of course, we had to keep an eye out for the paparazzi due to me being from a famous family and all. I didn’t want to create a situation for my family like Prince Harry did for the Royal Family when the press got pictures of him running around naked in Vegas – although my stripping days were about a decade before Harry’s incident,” Ram grinned.
“Yeah, but you did that by choice and for fun,” said Brody. “I’m doing it because I need the money. Some of those ladies even propositioned me to ‘come clean out their gutters’ later, and I gotta admit the amount of money they offered me was really tempting.”
“That’s a path you don’t want to go down, man,” Ram warned as he yanked at the zipper on Brody’s costume. “Nothing but trouble there. Also, you’re right that I didn’t need to strip for the money, but you’re wrong when you say I did it for fun. That was before I came out, and I did it to keep up heterosexual appearances. I figured if I got half naked in front of girls, no one would suspect I was really into guys. I was doing it to perpetuate a lie, which is even worse than doing something for money.”
“I’m just sick of having to work all these shitty jobs to make ends meet,” Brody grumbled.
“But you’re taking steps to change all that by starting your own company,” Ram advised. “Speaking of which, how are things over at Rival Pro Wrestling? Whatever happened to that concept you pitched to me when we first met about creating a wrestling heel faction from outer space or something?” he inquired.
“You mean The Zodiac?” Brody asked.
“Yeah, that’s it!” Ram exclaimed as he zipped the zipper up slightly to try to get a better approach on the descent. “A team of villains based on the twelve astrological signs, right? You had all these awesome marketing and promotional ideas to go along with it. How’s that coming along?”
“Ah, that’s just a dream...” Brody sighed.
Ram looked up from the zipper and into Brody’s face with a serious expression. “DON’T... GIVE UP... ON YOUR DREAMS!” he said, grabbing the country boy’s uniform and shaking him gently with each pause in his statement. Since the two musclemen were the same height, Ram’s piercing blue eyes stared directly into Brody’s own baby blues, letting Brody know how sincere Ram was.
“Well, there’s you and me, of course, as ‘Aries’ and ‘Taurus’, or ‘Ram’ and ‘Bull’,” Brody envisioned. “And Buck. Buck definitely has to be part of it.”
“Of course,” Ram said. “Hey, when am I gonna get to meet Buck?” he asked. “He sounds like a great guy.”
“Soon,” Brody promised. “He wants to meet you, too. He hears me talk about you all the time, and he sees how happy you make me, which makes him happy.”
“I know the feeling,” Ram stated with a smile. “So who else is in The Zodiac?” he asked. “Help me envision it with you like you did the night we first hooked up.”
“Well,” Brody thought, “Javier and Ramsay would probably be involved. They’re the other co-owners of Rival. And I was hoping Cody and Ryan would be part of it so we could do a crossover event with The Cave, but that’s probably out of the question now. They found out about me, Javi, and Ramsay starting our own wrestling promotion from one of Cody’s jilted former lovers who was trying to get back in his good graces.”
“Who?” Ram inquired.
“Some guy named Micah,” Brody confessed. “I’m not sure what he said, but now Cody and Ryan think we deliberately went behind their backs to steal their business – just like you were afraid they would – so they’re not speaking to us anymore.”
“I wouldn’t count them out just yet,” Ram said as he jostled the zipper on Brody’s uniform. “Besides, who says Cody and Ryan need to be part of The Zodiac to do a crossover event? Doesn’t every group of villains need a group of heroes to stand up to them? And if the threat is big enough, don’t heroes and villains sometimes join forces to stop them – like, say, The Bat and Bane?”
“Holy crap – you’re right!” Brody shouted, his mood brightening considerably. “I never even thought about that!”
“There – got it!” Ram exclaimed as he finally freed the entangled device and stepped back to admire his handiwork. “The zipper was stuck too close to your neck. You just couldn’t get a good angle on it with those musclebound arms and big country mitts of yours!” he said as he flashed his million-dollar smile.
“Hey, man, we all get stressed out sometimes. I know all about it. You know what helps?” Ram asked as he absent-mindedly fondled his growing erection through his towel.
“What’s that?” Brody asked as he began to pull his right arm free from the uniform, oblivious to Ram’s growing arousal.
With Brody’s right arm still trapped in the sleeve of the jumpsuit, Ram rushed forward with a growl and encircled Brody’s arms in a crunching bearhug.
“AH! You cheating bastard!” Brody playfully grunted as he felt Ram’s massive arms tighten around him.
“All’s fair in love and war,” Ram stated. “You look like you needed some ‘love’, and you’re wearing a military uniform, so you must be ready for ‘war’!”
“This is how... our very first match started... With you distracting me... then sneak-attacking me!” Brody said in labored breaths against Ram’s squeezing power.
Ram gave a low snarl, ratcheting up the pressure of his hold while Brody used his strong deltoids to raise his arms against Ram’s inward force. After several moments of struggle between the two well-built titans, Brody raised his arms enough to break Ram’s grip and applied his own formidable bearhug around Ram’s thick torso, causing Ram to wince in pain.
“And this is how your sneak-attack ended up that night – with me powering out and crushing you,” Brody recalled with a smirk.
During their initial match a few weeks earlier, Brody and Ram quickly discovered their mutual love of the bearhug – the most raw and primal of all wrestling holds. It was the very first move they used on each other in the “personalized pro-wrestling lesson” Ram misleadingly requested in his private gym that fateful evening and the move which later brought both men to simultaneous climax after nearly two hours of grueling wrestling action and foreplay. The idea of crushing an opponent’s body against your own to see whose muscles are stronger was incredibly erotic for both men, and Brody himself had jacked-off dozens of times to scenes of the masked Ram bearhugging opponents in his Cave matches. Brody was indeed Ram’s biggest Cave fan, and when he learned later that night that he was actually facing his unmasked idol from his underground wrestling videos, he became even more determined to prove his own strength against his musclebound hero, and a battle of bearhugs ensued. Since then, the two men constantly sought opportunities to squeeze each other in their muscular arms and against their massive chests, but generally only during the heat of battle or sex – not out-of-the-blue as Ram had done moments ago.
Ram couldn’t believe how much strength Brody still possessed in his exhausted state. The big country boy had grown up doing hard work on his family’s farm, and his backgrounds in gymnastics, wrestling, and powerlifting made his strength truly awesome, which was one of the things Ram found most appealing about him. Looking for a way to extricate himself from Brody’s grip, Ram reached down and grabbed the dangling left sleeve of Brody’s jumpsuit, then tried stuffing it in his friend’s mouth.
“Oh no you don’t!” Brody said before releasing Ram and shoving the muscular multimillionaire back a few paces, causing the towel that was wrapped around Ram’s waist to fall to the floor and leaving the handsome bodybuilder completely exposed. His immensely thick 5” tool was completely hard.
Ram lowered himself into a classic Greco-Roman wrestling stance with his hands outstretched. “Are we doing this?” he asked. “I know you’re tired, and I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t feel like doing. I was just giving you a quick hug to make you feel better.”
“Oh, it’s ON!” Brody grinned as he quickly removed his jumpsuit, revealing a camouflage G-string that was stuffed with his lengthy cock, which quickly grew to its full 8” and beyond the confines of the skimpy undergarment as he leered at his nude, muscular rival. “I’m never too tired to take YOU down, and we both know you’re not strong enough to ‘force me’ to do anything!” he added, flexing his pecs before bending slightly at the knees and waist and putting his hands up to match Ram’s position.
“Nice, undies,” Ram commented on Brody’s stripper’s attire. “And to think those rich old ladies had to pay to see you strip down to those while I get to see you in ‘em for free,” he smiled.
“It gets better – they didn’t get the ‘deluxe package’ I’m about to give you,” Brody winked, then peeled off his G-string to match his friend and rival in the buff.
Though he’d seen, sucked, and been screwed by Brody’s big cock several times over the past couple months, Ram still whistled at the sight of his friend’s full erection. “Emphasis on ‘package’,” he said.
Brody grinned, then took his dick in his hand and playfully brandished it at Ram. “Oh, yeah – I’m WIDE AWAKE now!” he stated as he released his member and slapped each of his pecs to pump himself up.
“How about a little role-playing, then?” Ram asked as the two nearly identical grapplers began to circle. “An old classic: You be the honest, hard-working country joe, and I’ll be the rich, spoiled brat who always gets his way.”
“I love that one!” Brody beamed at the thought of engaging in one of his and Ram’s favorite bedroom fantasies. Role-playing helped him and Ram mentally set aside their affections for one another, which allowed them to go physically harder on each other during their matches and sex than they normally would. It created an excitement and intensity that both men thoroughly enjoyed.
“That’ll help you let off some of some steam,” Ram explained. “I’m serious – don’t hold anything back on me. I’m tough enough to take it, and you need to get some of that anger out of your system before you blow up on someone at one of your jobs,” he demanded as he and Brody slowly circled in the open area of the enormous bedroom, which allowed plenty of space for the two studs to tussle.
“Are you sure about this?” Brody asked. “I’ve got a lot of frustration built up. Not at you, of course, but at life in general, and you’re asking me to unleash it all on you.”
“I can take anything you can dish out,” Ram replied with a confident smirk, “but what do you say we make things a little more interesting?”
“How so?” Brody inquired.
Ram stood up straight and folded his big arms across his muscular chest. “Alexa...” he commanded, “lights off!”
With that, the room was cast in darkness except for the pale light of the evening’s full moon shining through the large windows that made up one whole wall and nearly two other walls of Ram’s bedroom, which bathed the two bodybuilders’ muscular frames in an ethereal blue light. Moonlight also streamed in through the skylights overhead and had an almost spotlight-like effect in various parts of the room, making each man’s body look even more imposing and powerful when directly under the beams.
“Your eyes will adjust to the dark soon,” said Ram as he unfolded his arms and basked in the glow of one of the moonbeams. “I like it because it almost adds a primal feel to the battle.”
Ram stood upright for a moment and smiled. “Try again, brother,” he said. “I see that view every day and every night, and I’m not gonna let you use it to distract me while you attack!”
After a few moments of stalemate, Ram began to force Brody back towards the big window with his incredible leg strength – slowly at first, then more quickly as he gained momentum. He eventually pinned Brody’s muscular frame against the pane, treating the coyotes in the surrounding hills to the exquisite sight of Brody’s massively muscled back and bulbous glutes pressed against the glass.
“I hate it when you work a bunch of jobs in the same day,” Ram sneered as he used his muscular body to push Brody’s equally- developed frame into the window, rubbing their crotches together. “It wears you out so much that you’re no challenge at all.” He then sniffed Brody’s neck and said, “Eww – you even smell like a bitch with that old-lady perfume all over you! This is what a MAN is supposed to smell like!”
With that, Ram released the double-knucklelock from the test of strength, raised his right arm over his head, and used his left arm to grab the back of Brody’s head and force his friend’s face into his freshly showered right armpit, causing Brody to flail about. Brody’s moans of displeasure were slightly muffled by Ram’s smooth underarm area, which brought a smile to Ram’s face.
After a momentary struggle, Brody grabbed Ram’s right arm overhead and bent it behind Ram’s head, holding it in place with his right hand as he freed his face from Ram’s underarm. He then quickly reversed their positions so that Ram’s backside was now pressed against the cool glass.
“I’ll show you ‘challenge’!” the strapping farmboy threatened.
With Ram’s right arm incapacitated, Brody laid heavy punches into Ram’s chiseled abs with his big left fist before taking a moment to admire Ram’s exquisite beauty. He then used his left hand to grab Ram’s lantern-like jaw and pull Ram’s mouth to his in a deep, passionate kiss. The foreplay caught Ram off-guard, allowing Brody to release Ram’s jaw and slowly reach down to fondle Ram’s engorged member before sinking another couple shots into his muscled gut.
Brody released Ram’s right arm and landed three hard forearm shots across his opponent’s broad chest. The blows stunned the handsome bodybuilder, allowing Brody to apply a double pec claw. As Ram howled in pain from the hold, Brody moved in close and deeply kissed his opponent again, sandwiching Ram’s muscled frame between his equally-muscular body and the near-bulletproof glass of the window while grinding his 8” rod into Ram’s super thick 5” tool.
After having his fun, Brody pulled Ram away from the windowpane and deeper into the darkened room. He quickly scooped Ram up and dropped the big man stomach-first across his knee in a gutbuster. Fortunately for Ram, he hadn’t eaten as recently as Brody or he would’ve surely lost his dinner from the impact to his stomach.
Brody left Ram dangling across his knee for a moment and gently patted Ram’s beefy buttocks in a playful gesture. He then demonstrated his powerlifter strength by wrapping his arms around Ram’s thick torso and heaving his opponent off his knee and over to his left side in a gut-wrench suplex.
Ram landed on his back on the thickly padded carpeting of the bedroom floor next to Brody, allowing Brody to easily apply a front headlock. As the country powerhouse cranked harder on Ram’s bull-like neck, Ram’s head was first forced onto Brody’s nipple and eventually into his armpit.
“Turnabout’s fair play!” Brody quipped.
The humiliation of Brody’s move strengthened Ram’s resolve. The muscle beast roared and powered himself forward, driving Brody onto his back. Ram quickly grapevined Brody’s legs with his own and forced Brody’s arms above his head on the carpet. Maintaining a grip on Brody’s wrists, Ram leered down into his friend’s face from his position of dominance with a self-assured smirk and began rubbing his dick against Brody’s.
The sensation was extremely pleasurable for both men, so Brody offered little resistance at first, but he eventually tried freeing his arms from Ram’s grasp. Ram countered by quickly shifting their arms out to the side, allowing him to raise himself slightly. He then crashed down on Brody’s torso with the full weight of his bulky upper body. Upon impact, the air was forced from Brody’s abdomen with an “OOOF!”, so Ram repeated the maneuver three times in quick succession.
Believing Brody was softened up, Ram released his hold on one of Brody’s wrists and reached down to force Brody’s mouth to his. As the two studs’ tongues engaged in their own wrestling match, Ram maneuvered his right hand to twist and squeeze Brody’s left nipple, causing Brody to wince in pain and pleasure.
Brody forced his hips up to try to buck Ram off, but that was the exact reaction Ram was waiting for. The muscular multimillionaire quickly unwound his legs from Brody’s, released Brody’s wrist and nipple, and pivoted his body to lock on a devastating side bodyscissors with his monstrous thighs.
“AAAAAAAHHH!!!” Brody yelled in pain.
“See? No challenge,” Ram taunted in his opponent’s ear before once again grabbing Brody’s jaw and forcefully kissing him. Ram then leaned back and flexed a double-biceps pose while applying tremendous squeezing pressure with his quads, once again eliciting screams of pain from Brody.
To free himself from Ram’s crushing hold, Brody fired several hard punches into Ram’s gut – an area he’d worked on softening up moments ago. The blows caused Ram to loosen his bodyscissors and double over into a quasi-fetal position, bringing his head within Brody’s grasp. Brody rolled to his side towards Ram and wrapped both his hands around Ram’s thick neck in a blatant choke, flipping the big man onto his back while Brody took the mount position.
“I know you like the rough stuff!” Brody smiled as Ram gagged and sputtered.
Realizing his torso was still between Ram’s massive legs and that Ram could clamp them down on him again at any moment, Brody decided to switch tactics. He wrapped both his legs around one of Ram’s legs, then released his chokehold and pivoted to grab Ram’s other leg and tuck it under his arms. Once in position, Brody quickly snapped Ram’s legs apart in a spladle.
“Let’s see if those ballet lessons are paying off!” the brawny blue-collar worker taunted.
To Brody’s surprise, he was able to spread Ram’s legs much wider than in their previous matches, and he didn’t get nearly the pained reaction from his friend that he usually did when applying the hold.
“You’re gonna have to do... better than that!” Ram grunted.
“You’ve gotten a lot more flexible,” Brody conceded, “but all the flexibility in the world won’t help you with this!” With those words, Brody reached down and firmly squeezed Ram’s large testicles, causing the wealthy bodybuilder to thrash around and bawl in pain.
Not wanting to end the match so quickly, Brody released both his spladle and his ball claw and rolled Ram onto his stomach. He then climbed on Ram’s back, inserted his 8” erection lengthwise in the crevice between Ram’s striated glutes, and began humping his friend. It was a move Brody like to refer to as “hotdogging”, whereby Brody’s erect dick was the “meat” and Ram’s gluteal muscles were the “bun”. Brody would slide his shaft along Ram’s muscular asscrack while leaving the tip of his cock exposed at the top until he blew his load all over his own stomach and Ram’s lower back. It was an act he and Ram had engaged in the very first night they spent together, but only after Brody defeated Ram in a punishing 90-minute, three-falls, hard-hitting wrestling match.
Although the hotdogging feeling was euphoric, Brody realized he couldn’t afford to ejaculate and lose his strength so early in the contest, so once he felt the juices in his loins begin to rise, he abandoned his position and scooted to the side of Ram’s torso. He then placed one of Ram’s massive arms between his thick legs and reached over to interlace his fingers around Ram’s face in a Crippler Crossface maneuver. Ram shouted in pain and clawed at the carpet but refused to submit.
Frustrated by his inability to gain a submission from his opponent, Brody released Ram’s head and arm, causing the big man to collapse face-first on the carpet. He then crawled over to Ram’s head and leaned in closely.
“What was that you were saying about ‘No challenge’?” he asked, then seductively inserted the tip of his tongue in Ram’s ear, causing Ram to moan.
Brody rose to his feet and stood over Ram’s prone form, flexing his incredible upper body in a double-biceps pose as he leered down at his opponent in dominance.
“Yeaaah.... You feel that, rich boy?” Brody asked. “I’m gonna plow your field with my big farm tool and plant my manseed in your soil. Then I’m gonna harvest that apple ass of yours over and over and over again,” he added in a rural twang. Brody normally spoke with an almost imperceptible Midwestern/Southern accent from the farmlands where he grew up. It was something he tried very hard to conceal since moving to L.A. so he’d be taken more seriously and not dismissed as some uneducated country bumpkin, but in his role- playing with Ram, he was free to fully embrace his natural tongue.
Brody then had an idea. He maneuvered Ram close to the sandstone wall and leaned his head over Ram’s shoulder to look down at his rival’s impressive abdomen.
“Look at the big round musclegut you’ve got. We need to do something to flatten that thing out!” the burly farmboy said before driving Ram stomach-first into the stone wall while maintaining the full nelson.
With his arms incapacitated, Ram was unable to brace himself to prevent his bulbous musclebelly from impacting the wall. Combined with the crushing force of Brody’s beefy body behind him, the wind was instantly squashed from Ram’s abdomen.
Brody pulled Ram from the wall and repeated the full nelson/bodysplash maneuver, driving more air from Ram’s frame. This time, however, Brody held Ram pinned against the wall with his bodyweight and once again humped Ram’s glutes from behind.
After taking a moment to enjoy himself, Brody pulled Ram back to drive him gut-first into the wall again, but this time Ram was ready. As Brody drove Ram forward, Ram lifted his legs and pressed his feet into the wall, stopping Brody’s progress.
“OH SHIT!” Brody exclaimed.
With a mighty roar, Ram engaged the full power of his massive quads and leg-pressed both himself and Brody away from the wall. The surge of force was so strong that Brody stumbled backwards several feet while still holding Ram in his full nelson and crashed onto the California king-size bed behind him, losing the hold as Ram’s weight landed on top of him.
Ram wasted no time with his counterattack. He immediately regained his feet and turned towards Brody, who was still on his back on the mattress. Ram bent forward and engulfed Brody’s dick in his mouth, keeping his friend distracted long enough to wrap his arms around Brody’s quads and place his shoulders behind Brody’s knees. Ram then spit Brody’s cock out of his mouth and, with another roar of power, deadlifted his opponent off the bed.
“NO! NO! NO!” Brody exclaimed as he realized what was happening, but he was too late to stop it as Ram powerbombed him onto the mattress.
The recoil from the bedding’s springs bounced Brody’s body back onto Ram’s shoulders and into another powerbomb position. Holding Brody aloft, Ram twisted himself and used the added momentum from the “mattressbomb” to powerbomb Brody hard to the carpeted floor next to the bed. Luckily for Brody, Ram spared no expense in his décor, and the luxurious carpeting and top-of-the-line padding beneath it were even thicker than most wrestling mats, thus sparing Brody any injury – although the move still hurt like hell.
Ram rolled Brody onto his stomach, then pulled him up to his hands and knees and straddled him before dropping his full weight onto Brody’s lower back with a butt-bomb. Brody cried out from the impact and fell flat to the carpet while Ram stood looming over him, smiling and breathing heavily from his recent assault. He then sat his naked, muscular ass atop Brody’s nude bubble butt and leaned forward to pull Brody’s arms onto his knees and wrap his hands beneath Brody’s chin before cranking back on Brody’s head in a painful camel clutch.
“I know that spine of yours is too flexible from your gymnastics days for this move to hurt your back,” Ram commented, “but I bet your neck is sore from the whiplash of that powerbomb!”
As Brody moaned in discomfort, Ram began to rub his glutes and bounce his weight up and down on Brody’s ass while his massively- thick cock rested in the small of Brody’s back.
“Yeaaah...” Ram purred. “You big hoss. You stud. You stallion. I’m gonna ride you hard and put you back in the stables wet like my polo ponies after a match,” he taunted, playing up his wealth in the rich vs. poor roleplay he and Brody agreed to at the start of their contest even though Ram hadn’t played a game of polo since his high school days.
After maintaining the hold for over a minute, Ram released his grip around Brody’s chin but left Brody’s arms draped over his legs. He leaned forward and began to fondle Brody’s large pecs and taut nipples while kissing his friend’s thick neck muscles.
“Why don’t you just admit defeat and give up to your better, trailer trash?” Ram whispered in Brody’s ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe.
“I ain’t givin’ up to no spoiled rich boy,” Brody replied defiantly in an enhanced country drawl, returning the roleplay.
Ram grabbed Brody’s head between his hands and yanked back hard so that his friend was forced to look up at him while he remained seated on the big farmboy’s glutes.
“Give up, yokel! I own you like I own that Ferrari you saw in the driveway,” Ram taunted.
“Grrrr...” Brody replied.
Seeing that the roleplay was motivating Brody as desired, Ram continued with his false mockery. “I might even let you wash it for me some time,” he smirked.
“GRRRR!” Brody growled.
“But there’s no way I’d ever let someone like YOU drive it!” Ram spat.
That was the spark Brody needed to ignite his fire. With a loud “RRRAAAARRRW!!!” the blue-collar stud pulled his arms free from Ram’s knees and used them to push himself to a kneeling position, dumping Ram off his back.
Brody immediately pivoted and dove onto Ram, hooking one of Ram’s huge legs and folding the beefy businessman in a half-cradle position. Brody’s cock laid directly on top of Ram’s in the hold, so he began grinding their units together as he made light of Ram’s predicament, continuing their role-playing fantasy.
“Fuck you and your fancy cars, Country Club!” Brody shouted. “I’ll take my American-made pickup truck over your foreign pieces of crap any day! We normal folk work real hard to keep our vehicles runnin’ with lots of maintenance and upkeep – like regularly checkin’ the oil!”
With that, Brody extended his thumb and quickly shoved it up Ram’s ass. The sudden and unexpected “dipstick” maneuver caused Ram’s eyes to open wide with shock. He howled in surprise and sudden pain, bringing a huge smile to Brody’s face. Brody then slowly withdrew his thumb from Ram’s innards.
“You son of bitch!” Ram said, flustered but not quite upset. “Ooooh, you’ll pay for that!” he tenderly chuckled once the soreness subsided.
Unaffected by Ram’s threat, Brody released his cradle and laid three stiff forearms to Ram’s meaty chest before rising to his knees to perform another awesome double-biceps pose while looking down on his opponent.
“That’s the problem with you poor people – you’re so naïve...” Ram stated as he reached up with his powerful hands and applied a devastating claw to each of Brody’s pecs while he was posing. Brody yelped in pain and instantly grabbed Ram’s hands to try to pry them off his chest without success.
As Brody felt the strength in his arms leave him due to the pain in his pecs, Ram took the opportunity to roll their bodies over on the luxurious carpeting and reversed their positions so that Brody was now laying on his back with Ram kneeling over him. Ram then stood and grabbed Brody’s massive legs, spreading them apart to drive his heel repeatedly into Brody’s abs before placing his bare foot on Brody’s engorged tumescence.
“Let me show you how I grind penniless losers like you beneath my heel,” he stated as he began applying pressure to Brody’s junk with his foot, causing the former powerlifter to thrash around in anguish.
Ram once again took advantage of the situation and used the momentum of Brody’s squirming to flip him onto his stomach while maintaining hold of Brody’s legs, locking on a painful Boston Crab. Brody hollered in pain and pounded the carpet as Ram leaned back, bringing the two men’s nude, muscular haunches into contact. The Boston Crab was an apt move for Ram, as his family was originally from New England, and their shipping business was originally an Atlantic interest before Ram’s grandfather moved to L.A. to start a Pacific division several decades ago. Ram much preferred the Southern California climate to the often damp and dreary New England weather and therefore spent more of his time with his grandfather out west than with his parents back east. He’d lived in California long enough that his thick New England accent had almost completely dissipated, but his native dialect would sometimes emerge in the heat of his battles with Brody, as it did now when he taunted Brody in his hold by saying, “What’s up? Do you give? Huh? HUH?!” as he cranked on the hold, but Brody refused to submit.
Ram then looked down and noticed Brody’s huge rod and testicles dangling beneath him. “Look at this sad sack. It isn’t a moneybag like mine – it’s a bag of chickenfeed!” he taunted as he playfully smacked Brody’s scrotum around, causing Brody to cry out with each swat.
Ram released the crab hold and turned, leaving Brody lying face-down on the carpet. He dropped to his knees near Brody’s feet and began to knead and fondle Brody’s perfect posterior while emitting a low growl of intimacy, then leaned over to kiss and lick the great globes of muscle. While Ram’s ass was sharply defined and striated to the envy of nearly every bodybuilder on the planet, Brody’s butt had an ideal roundness to it – the very thing that makes an ass so attractive – and Ram was absolutely enamored by it. The fetching bodybuilder spread Brody’s firm glutes apart and began a rim job of his friend’s hole with his tongue, driving Brody wild with ecstasy.
When finished, Ram rose to his feet, smiling at the effect his sensual assault had on his friend, who was still lying on his stomach breathing heavily and moaning. Unfortunately for Brody, it was time for Ram to go back on the offensive and replace Brody’s pleasure with pain.
Ram stomped his bare foot on Brody’s lower back, grinding his heel into the lumbar area as the country musclestud hollered in hurt. When Brody reached back to try to remove Ram’s foot, Ram grabbed hold of both of Brody’s arms and yanked them behind the farmboy’s wide back, awkwardly contorting Brody’s shoulder joints in a modified surfboard position. Brody’s large deltoids and biceps swelled with effort to resist Ram’s pull, but from his position on his stomach, he wasn’t able to engage his big lats or delts or gain proper leverage to counter.
“I bet you poor people don’t even know how to surf since the only body of water you have ‘down in the holler’ is ‘the crick’!” Ram taunted in a mock country accent.
After tormenting Brody in the surfboard hold for a moment, Ram threw Brody’s arms down in false contempt, saying, “You’re boring me, bumpkin. I hate being bored. Time to put you away.”
Ram walked to the right side of the groaning muscleman, then dropped his left knee directly onto Brody’s lower back. Brody’s torso lifted off the carpet as he cried out in pain, which was exactly what Ram wanted. He quickly removed his knee from Brody’s back and pivoted next to his opponent’s body while wrapping the back of his huge left arm around the front of Brody’s thick neck. Ram then pulled the country powerhouse to his knees and bent him backwards in a dragon sleeper.
Brody’s muscular arms flailed about, searching for a means of escape as his face was engulfed by the clean sweat of Ram’s armpit. Ram wasn’t applying much pressure to the hold, choosing to savor his dominance as he leaned forward and gently stroked Brody’s big dick with his right hand.
“Submit, hillbilly,” Ram demanded, tightening the choke slightly as both men’s ripped muscleguts billowed in and out with the evening’s exertion. When Brody didn’t comply, Ram took his big right arm and hammered it downward into Brody’s shredded abdominals.
“I SAID SUBMIT!” Ram demanded again, tightening his choke more.
This time, Brody’s flailing arms stopped directly in front of Ram’s face and flipped him two middle fingers. Ram chuckled at Brody’s comical defiance, then proceeded to rain clubbing fists down on Brody’s abdominal wall. After six such blows, Brody finally tapped Ram’s broad shoulder, signaling his submission.
Ram immediately let go of the hold, and Brody dropped to his back with his knees bent beneath him, taking in large gasps of breath.
“Good one, man,” Brody coughed, congratulating his friend.
Still on his knees beside Brody, Ram flexed in a kneeling back double-biceps pose.
“You call those sledgehammers to the gut a ‘touch’?!” Brody painfully grinned while rubbing his sore stomach, causing Ram to laugh.
Ram stood and reached his arm out to help Brody up. Once Brody regained his feet, the two musclemen embraced and patted each other on their massive, sweaty backs as they’d done each time they’d wrestled since they first met.
“Feeling better?” Ram asked as the two men finally broke their bro-hug.
“MUCH better,” Brody replied. “You always know exactly how to help me, bud.”
“I like it when we roleplay the ‘rich brat versus country boy’ angle,” Ram stated. “It reminds me of what I could’ve become due to my privileges – and what many of my friends did become. I never want to be like that.”
“I like it, too,” said Brody. “Playing the country boy role reminds me of the values I grew up with on the farm: Honesty, integrity, hard work, and determination. It’s easy to lose sight of those things in a place like L.A. Heck, I was actually considering sleeping with some rich old hags for money earlier tonight!” Both men chuckled.
Ram then asked, “Ready to hit the sack?”
Brody winced and bent over slightly, covering his manhood. “You mean ‘hit the sack’ like when you had me in that Boston crab?” he asked, grinning. “Because that fucking hurt!” Both men shared a big laugh at Brody’s comment.
“No, I mean are you ready to get some sleep?” Ram clarified, still chuckling. “I know you’ve had a long day.”
“Hell no!” Brody exclaimed. “I’ve got my second wind now, and I’m not about to let you win that easily!” he smirked.
“If you’re sure you’re up for it...” Ram playfully cautioned.
Brody crouched in a wrestler’s stance and extended his fingers towards Ram, then waved them towards himself.
“I’m ready for ya,” the big country boy grinned. “Bring it on!”
Second Wind
The two nude heavyweight bodybuilders once again circled each other in the large open area of Ram’s huge master bedroom. As Ram predicted, their eyes had become accustomed to themoonlight shining through the large windows and skylights.
The two combatants then stood erect and walked into one another while flexing their pecs and bumped chests hard, knocking each other back a step. They returned to bump chests again, then a third time, then pressed their bodies into one another while continuing to flex their pecs against their rival’s chest muscles. Their thick glutes strained and struggled to push each other back until Ram eventually broke the stalemate by suddenly grabbing Brody in a side headlock, squeezing his friend’s skull against his solid torso with his massive guns. Brody grunted and groaned as his hands roamed Ram’s body looking for a means of escape, but before he could find a counter, Ram flipped the rural roughhouser onto his back.
“All that muscle and too dumb to know how to use it,” Ram jeered as he released his hold and partially mounted his opponent, grinding their naked cocks together. Ram then leaned in and forced his tongue into Brody’s mouth while reaching back and hooking Brody’s right leg, catching his rival in a pinning position.
“One, two...” Ram counted while maintaining the kiss.
“No way!” Brody yelled as he broke the liplock and thrust one of his big shoulders off the floor.
Ram rose to a kneeling position over Brody’s prone body, smiling down at his friend about his near-pinfall so soon in the second round. To distract Ram, Brody reached up and began fondling his rival’s thick abdominal muscles and meaty pecs, making sure to pay special attention to Ram’s nipples. Ram moaned and lifted his arms into a double-biceps pose in a show of dominance.
“That can’t be all you’ve got,“ Ram said as he dropped his arms and looked down at his opponent. “Harder,” he commanded.
Brody began to punch Ram’s pecs with more authority but couldn’t muster much force behind the blows while lying on his back.
“HARDER!” Ram shouted.
Ram then grabbed both of Brody’s wrists and fell forward onto his burly opponent, pinning Brody’s arms above his head. As their massive chests and muscular bellies collided, the air was temporarily forced from Brody’s diaphragm and lungs. Realizing this, Ram immediately rose to a kneeling position and wrapped his hands around Brody’s bull-like neck, attempting to choke his opponent out as Brody tried doing to him in the previous round.
Even in the dim moonlight, Ram could see Brody’s eyes become glassy and the veins in his temples begin to bulge as he clawed and pushed at Ram’s swollen forearms to free himself. Ram knew that being strangled by a man of equal strength was one of Brody’s biggest sexual fantasies, and despite his struggles, Brody’s cock was rock-hard and throbbing. When Ram finally released the chokehold, Brody’s chest and abdomen heaved as he gasped for air.
“That was... so hot!” Brody said through panting breaths.
“I thought you’d enjoy that,” Ram smiled as he stood to his feet and bent over to pull the muscular country stud off the floor.
As soon as Brody was standing, Ram charged forward with a clothesline, but Brody used his extremely flexibility from his years as a gymnast to duck under Ram’s huge arm with a sudden leg split. He further called upon his gymnastics background by quickly bringing his legs together in front of himself and placing his hands beneath him, then lifting his weight off the carpet and spinning his lower body 360 degrees as if doing a floor exercise or pommel horse routine, attempting to knock Ram off his feet with a leg sweep. Ram, however, recalled Brody using the same maneuver on him during their first match weeks ago and instinctively jumped over Brody’s swinging feet even though his back was still facing his opponent.
“Time out!” Ram called as he landed from his jump and turned towards Brody.
“What? Did you hurt yourself?” Brody asked with a look of concern.
“No, I wanna try something,” Ram replied. “Stay on the ground and do the splits again. I promise I won’t attack.”
Although a bit apprehensive, Brody did as Ram requested, trusting his friend’s word that he wouldn’t attack during their momentary pause in the action. The blue-collar bodybuilder spread his massive powerlifter legs in a perfectly flat leg split on the floor reminiscent of Jean Claude Van-Damme and his thick thighs in his prime.
Ram approached and stopped about a foot in front of Brody. With great deliberation, he began spreading his gargantuan quads apart as well. His hip adductor muscles strained and quivered as he slowly lowered his body towards the floor to join his buddy.
“That’s it... Slowly... Take your time... Remember to breathe...” Brody encouraged as he realized what Ram was attempting.
Ram billowed air in and out to ward off the pain in his inner thighs, his cheeks inflating and deflating with each breath. After a full minute of effort, Ram had lowered himself to almost eye level with Brody. His legs weren’t quite flat like Brody’s and were angled more diagonal to his body compared to Brody’s perpendicular placement, but it was a heck of an effort for a novice.
“I’m so proud of you, man!” Brody beamed, knowing that the only reason Ram had trained to do the splits was to be more like him.
“Thanks... but you might have to... help me back up!” Ram grunted with strain.
With their enormous legs spread to their sides and their muscular haunches beneath them, the two nude musclemen leaned forward and engaged in a slow and passionate kiss. There was no aggression or competition with this display – only pure affection and admiration. Although they’d only known each other a couple months, Brody and Ram’s relationship was based on much more than just sex and lust. In fact, both men were afraid to refer to each other as “boyfriends” or “lovers” and refused to call their relationship a “romance” for fear of jinxing it. Their connection was more about companionship and camaraderie; about gratefulness and understanding. It was about kindred spirits and mutual interests; about competition and bringing out the absolute best in each other. The current scene was a perfect example – at 35 years old and despite his considerable size and lack of flexibility, Ram had learned to do the splits just to be more of a challenge for his friend. Their bond wasn’t necessarily “love” in the traditional sense, but it was every bit as powerful – possibly even more so.
Once the two paragons of manhood finished their tender moment, Brody playfully yelled, “Time in!” to undo Ram’s earlier call of “time out” and thrust his hands forward to lock another double pec claw onto his opponent’s solid chest, causing the businessman and part-time fitness model to roar in pain.
“I’m gonna milk these big teats of yours like the heifer you are, just like down on the farm!” Brody taunted in his exaggerated rural accent.
“Heifers... don’t give milk...” Ram hissed through clenched teeth, grimacing in anguish. “They haven’t... given birth yet...”
Brody immediately released his hold on Ram’s pecs and sat before his friend, bewildered. “How did you know that?” the confused country boy asked.
“I’ve been reading up on ranching and farming,” Ram replied, carefully climbing to his knees and wincing as he rubbed both his aching inner thighs and his sore chest. “I want to know more about the life you come from so I can better relate to you.”
Brody’s befuddled expression slowly transformed into a look of sincere flattery as his brain processed Ram’s statement and realized just how much his new friend truly cared about him. “AwwwwwWWW!” he cooed affectionately as he also got to his knees, opened his arms, and approached Ram to give him an endearing hug, leaving his chest exposed.
Ram once again capitalized on the opening and locked a double clawhold of his own on Brody’s huge pecs, causing Brody to shriek in pain. Although Ram’s quads were a little larger than Brody’s, Brody had him edged on pec size, and Ram savored the feeling of squeezing Brody’s meaty pecs in his hands.
“I really have been learning about agriculture to get to know you better, but you left yourself wide open,” Ram stated. “And if we’re using milking analogies, then in keeping with our roleplay, I’m gonna milk these big muscletits of yours like I milk my trust fund!” Even with the pain he was in, Brody had to laugh at Ram’s statement through clenched teeth, causing Ram to snicker, too.
Ram eventually released his friend’s chest and stood to his feet. He bent down to scoop Brody up, then bodyslammed his burly adversary to the thick carpeting. As Brody grasped at his back from the impact, Ram engaged in a series of poses before pulling Brody off the floor by his chin.
Ram then tilted Brody’s head back and forced the country powerhouse to look up at him. “Father always says, ‘Every man has a price,’ but you’re so pathetic that your price is more like a refund,” he taunted before passionately kissing Brody on the mouth while Brody fondled Ram’s huge chest and nipples in submissiveness.
Ram suddenly broke off the kiss and grabbed Brody under the chin, lifting his opponent back to his full height. With the two men once again eye to eye, Ram took a couple steps back and displayed his newfound flexibility by lifting his big right leg so high that he was able to place his foot across Brody’s throat. He then gently leaned forward, restricting Brody’s air supply.
“Holy... SHIT!” Brody gagged, amazed at Ram’s new ability.
“Thanks!” Ram smiled as he leaned forward a little more, pressing his foot harder across Brody’s windpipe.
Not wanting to seriously injure his friend, Ram released his foot from Brody’s neck and allowed the big man to double over and gasp for breath. Ram capitalized on Brody’s position by placing his rival’s head under his right arm and suplexed Brody into the center of the room. The thick bedroom carpet cushioned some of Brody’s impact but not all of it.
As Brody clutched at his back, Ram rolled over and crawled on all fours towards his foe’s head. Brody soon saw Ram’s face appear upside-down in his field of vision with a confident smirk etched on the handsome bodybuilder’s chiseled features.
His primal instincts kicking in, Ram stuck out his tongue and licked Brody’s right temple and cheek. He then crawled over Brody’s body while keeping his tongue in contact with Brody’s skin, licking the sweaty country stud from the right side of his ox-like neck, down his huge right pec and over his right nipple, then down the ridges of the right side of his abdominal wall, and finally to the tip of his engorged cock in one continuous stroke. A shiver of pleasure radiated through Brody’s body.
“That’s right. I own you, peasant,” Ram smirked as he felt Brody’s body tremble beneath him. “I can do whatever I want with you – even snuff you out.”
Still all on fours and straddling Brody’s torso in a 69 position, Ram rose to his knees and sat back on Brody’s face, burying Brody’s rugged good looks with his striated glutes before squeezing them tightly together. Ram heard his opponent’s muffled screams emanating from beneath him as he used his spectacular ass muscles to crush Brody’s face.
One of Ram’s and Brody’s favorite pastimes was to see what types of fruit, nuts, and other items they could crush between their muscles, and Brody had once witnessed Ram crush an apple with just his glorious glutes. It was a testament to Brody’s strength of will that he refused to submit to Ram’s torturous hold. Instead, Brody forced his tongue between Ram’s ass muscles and began rimming his anus, which caused Ram to stop his squeezing due to the erotic sensation.
Brody took advantage of Ram’s lapse in focus to place his hands on Ram’s butt and toss his friend off him. As a former national recordholder in bench press, Brody’s immense chest strength was so great that he literally sent Ram’s beefy bulk flying through the air like an ejector seat, causing Ram to shout, “WHOAAA...!” during his brief flight.
Ram sailed beyond Brody’s feet and crashed-landed face-first onto the carpeting, allowing Brody to quickly sit up and get to his knees. Before Ram realized what was happening, Brody grabbed one of his feet and twisted it hard, locking on a fierce ankle lock. Ram roared in pain and pounded the carpet with his fists as Brody applied pressure.
“You’re not the only one who’s been taking lessons! I’ve been learning MMA!” Brody stated before applying more torque to the joint.
“I’ll show you MMA!” Ram threatened, curling himself into a ball to escape and counter Brody’s hold.
Unfortunately for Ram, Brody was counting on that exact reaction because as Ram bent over and placed his head within range, Brody tossed Ram’s foot away and quickly wrapped his huge powerlifter thighs around Ram’s head in a skull-crushing headscissors. His legs weren’t quite as large as Ram’s, but they were almost as strong.
Now it was Ram’s muffled screams that could be heard from between Brody’s legs. The wealthy entrepreneur pounded at Brody’s quads, back, and abdomen – anything he could reach – but Brody only squinted his eyes and applied more pressure. He then grabbed both of Ram’s big arms and forced them apart, preventing Ram from landing any further punches and making it all the more difficult for his rival to escape the hold.
As Ram weakened, Brody released his opponent’s arms and reached down to grab Ram’s thick dick with his left hand while lifting Ram’s face from between his thighs with his right hand to look him in the eyes. As Brody massaged Ram’s monstrous member, he caressed Ram’s handsome face and asked his opponent if he wanted to quit. When Ram refused, Brody proceeded to bounce his body up and down. Each impact caused Ram’s head to be further squashed between Brody’s tree trunk-like legs.
Brody then tightened his grip firmly around Ram’s tool. “You better give up,” he warned. “These are the hands of a farmer, gymnast, wrestler, and powerlifter. All those things give you crazy grip strength. I’ll squeeze this big dick of yours until it oozes between my fingers like Play-doh. The only people who have a stronger grip than me are rock climbers and Grandma Brody from all the kneading she did for her baking.”
Ram began to chuckle despite the considerable pain he was in, causing Brody to take note. “What’s so funny?” the musclebound farmboy asked, momentarily pausing the pressure of his hold.
“’Grandma Brody’,” Ram repeated. “I’m just picturing you dressed like a little old lady making bread and knitting and stuff,” he laughed, causing Brody to laugh, too. Even with the intensity of their wrestling contests, the two friends always remained light-hearted.
Getting back to business, Brody rolled onto his back and maneuvered Ram face-down into his crotch. He proceeded to hump Ram’s face a few times with the underside of his 8” pole before grasping Ram’s head and arms and dragging him up his body.
“Let’s see how funny you think THIS is, trust fund!” Brody said as he slammed his legs together around Ram’s waist in a front bodyscissors.
Ram rose to his knees and tossed his head and arms back as he howled in anguish while Brody bridged upwards, increasing the pressure of the hold as he locked his ankles tightly around the small of Ram’s back. As Brody ramped up his squeeze, however, Ram clasped both his hands together and brought them down hard across Brody’s lower abdomen. In defiance, Brody tightened his bodyscissors even more, forcing another shout of pain from Ram, but the wealthy musclestud once again landed a double-axehandle blow to Brody’s abs. Ram felt Brody’s hold loosen slightly with the impact, but the big country boy still had his legs firmly wrapped around Ram’s torso.
With little recourse, Ram extended the first and middle fingers of his right hand into a point and jammed them hard into Brody’s navel. The chisel-like blow penetrated deep into Brody’s core, causing a sharp pain within his muscular midsection. Brody immediately released his legs from around Ram’s waist, allowing Ram to collapse onto Brody’s body – their sweaty torsos heaving against each other in exhaustion.
“What the hell was that?!” Brody gasped as his midsection felt like it was on fire.
“A weakness of you innies,” Ram replied, referring to Brody’s inward-facing bellybutton. “The depth of your navel allows a pointed, direct blow to travel that much deeper into your body. We outies don’t have that problem,” he added as he began wriggling his body to rub his exceptionally distended bellybutton around and eventually into Brody’s navel.
Ram then rose to his knees and dropped three heavy forearms across Brody’s solid chest, but on the fourth attempt, Brody caught Ram’s arm in midair and reversed their positions so that Ram was now on his back, with Brody on his knees between Ram’s legs. Brody proceeded to land hard alternating fists to Ram’s lower abdomen as if pounding a kettle drum, with each punch landing directly on Ram’s large bellybutton.
“Then I’ll hammer that outie of yours right back into your body!” Brody yelled.
Ram tried locking his humongous quads around Brody’s waist, but before he could do so, Brody dug his fingers deep into the large cleft between Ram’s abdominal muscles and pulled each side in opposite directions, causing Ram to abandon his scissors attempt and roar in agony.
“I’m gonna pry these abs of yours apart even more than they already are!” Brody threatened. “Maybe I’ll even line ‘em up for you while I’m at it!” he added, referring to the interlaced pattern of Ram’s abdominal wall.
With Ram’s core weakened, Brody reversed his position so he was now on his knees straddling Ram’s torso and facing Ram’s legs. He pounded on Ram’s upper abdominal region several times, then sat back on Ram’s face to return the smothering his rival had given him with his own mounds of gluteal muscle.
“Just paying you back for the earlier ‘ass’ault!” Brody quipped.
Ram reached up and grabbed Brody’s firm butt, then used his own powerful chest muscles to shove the beefy country boy off his face. This was one area, however, where Brody’s strength definitely surpassed his own, as Ram failed to send Brody flying as Brody had done to him moments ago. Brody merely fell forward and landed with his face next to Ram’s monstrously thick tool.
“Whoa, look at this pud!” Brody exclaimed as he observed Ram’s manhood in close proximity. He then licked Ram’s large cockhead like a small ice cream cone, causing Ram to shudder with delight.
“Mmmm... I’m going to enjoy this pud,” Brody commented before licking up the length of Ram’s stubby shaft as Ram groaned in pleasure.
“I’m REALLY looking forward to this pud,” Brody said breathlessly, then took Ram’s dick in his mouth and began sucking it with abandon, forcing Ram to moan loudly.
Fortunately for Brody, Ram’s cock wasn’t very long because it was far too wide to deep throat. Even trying to wrap his mouth around Ram’s stump was a difficult task.
“I practically have to unhinge my jaw like a snake to fit this thing!” Brody commented as he came up for air from his blowjob.
Brody then had a different idea. Noticing how thick and quite frankly juicy-looking Ram’s manmeat was, he decided to gently bite into the side of it. The sensation caused Ram to pitch wildly, so Brody proceeded to nibble up and down the side of Ram’s monstrous cock.
“This is like eating an ear of corn down on the farm!” Brody jested as he gnawed alongside Ram’s manhood. The buff blue-collar worker then noticed that Ram’s massive cockhead was oozing precum, so he resumed to his original blowjob with vigor.
Ram knew he had to escape Brody’s mouth manipulations before he blew his load and his strength with it. Despite the pain in his abs, he lifted his big right leg and hit Brody hard on his forehead with his rock-hard quadriceps muscle, stunning the stud. Two more blows to the skull caused Brody to roll off Ram and shake his head to clear the cobwebs.
The two musclemen rested a moment, both breathing heavily and sweating profusely from their struggle. Brody tried standing but fell back to his knees, still feeling the effects of Ram’s leg strikes, while Ram eventually made it to his feet and lumbered over to Brody, his girthy erection leaking pre-cum from Brody’s oral assault. With Brody kneeling before him, Ram thrust his hips forward, rubbing his dripping cockhead all over Brody’s face and lips.
“Look what you almost made me do!” Ram yelled in mock anger as he left a sticky trail of his manly essence across Brody’s rugged visage. “Look what you almost made me do, you poor piece of crap! You’re gonna pay for that!” he threatened as he began swiveling his hips and slapping Brody hard across the face with his fat dong.
Brody reached up and shoved Ram back a few paces, then slowly got to his feet. Ram smiled and nodded his head, saying, “Yeah, that’s it. C’mon, country boy – let’s put those muscles to work!”
As soon as Brody was standing, Ram landed a solid uppercut to his muscled gut, causing him to double over. Two more uppercuts to the stomach had Brody reeling, but while he was bent over, he had the wherewithal to grab Ram around the waist and push forward with his powerlifter legs.
Brody bulled Ram across the room and into the sandstone wall, making sure to tuck his head just before impact to avoid hitting the stone with his skull. As the two men hit the wall, Brody’s big shoulder drove deep into his opponent’s thick abdomen, forcing the wind from Ram’s lungs.
Maintaining his grip around Ram’s waist, the former powerlifter drove his shoulder into Ram’s stomach twice more, receiving a satisfying “OOOF!” from Ram each time. Brody then pulled Ram away from the wall and into a colossal bearhug, lifting the muscular former football star off his feet. The sudden force of the hold caused Ram’s eyes and mouth to open wide, but he had no breath with which to scream.
Brody eventually lowered his opponent to his feet, but Ram’s attempted gasps for breath only fueled the brawny powerlifter’s resolve. He squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and increased the pressure around Ram’s torso as sweat poured off both men. His huge lats flared with power, causing Ram’s ribs and spine to make crunching noises from the strain.
Ram realized his situation was dire. He knew Brody had been working hard in the gym, but he had no idea his friend had become so strong. He futilely pounded on Brody’s back and shoulders to extricate himself, but that only motivated Brody to squeeze Ram’s beefy body even tighter against his own.
“Your gym muscles are just for show,” Brody snarled through clenched teeth, “but my country muscles... are made to GO!” he added as he squinted his eyes again tightly and further increased the constriction. “Gonna CRUSH YOU, big boy!” he shouted as his muscles swelled with even more power.
Although Brody’s feet and hips were extended outward slightly while applying the hold, the rugged bodybuilder’s 8” dick was so long that it occasionally brushed the head of Ram’s thick 5” tool, giving Ram an idea of how far away Brody’s big bull balls were located. As Ram’s vision started to go black, he lifted his massive right leg between Brody’s thighs and kneed his adversary in the nuts.
Now it was Brody’s eyes that went wide, and he immediately released Ram from his grip. Free of Brody’s crushing hold, Ram drew in several huge gulps of air and grasped at his back while Brody bent over and clutched his aching testicles.
“What was that... you said about ‘crushing’?” Ram gasped. “Because I think I just crushed... your hillbilly balls!”
Seeing Brody was vulnerable, Ram grabbed his rival’s head and held it down while he delivered alternating kneestrikes to either side of Brody’s ripped torso. After the third pair of kneestrikes, Brody collapsed to his stomach on the bedroom carpet.
Feeling his confidence return with his oxygen, Ram placed his foot on Brody’s bulbous butt and cranked out a huge ab and thigh pose.
As Brody started to get to his hands and knees, Ram walked over to the country boy’s head and loomed over him. “Yeah... C’mon... That’s it... That’s it...Get up...” he beckoned to the farm-raised bodybuilder.
Brody knew that one of his and Ram’s biggest mutual turn-ons was to let a weakened opponent use their bodies to pull himself to a standing position in a move known as “the climb of shame” before snatching the opponent in an immense bearhug. It was the very scenario Brody had masturbated to repeatedly watching Ram do to his opponents in his Cave videos. Brody had a feeling Ram was setting him up for the same situation, but he wasn’t going to fall for Ram’s trap. As he got to his knees and saw Ram’s engorged manhood in front of him, Brody drew his head back to retaliate with a low blow of his own – a headbutt to the balls.
Unfortunately for Brody, Ram was ready for the move. He caught Brody’s forehead with his big right hand and held it in place. “Oh no you don’t!” he said before grasping his own right wrist with his left hand to reinforce his grip and applying an iron claw to Brody’s skull.
Brody shouted in pain as Ram’s strong fingers and well-manicured nails dug into his scalp and temples. He instinctively reached up with his right arm to remove Ram’s hand from his forehead, but Ram anticipated that reaction. He released his own wrist and caught Brody’s right hand in his left, then quickly interlaced their fingers in a knucklelock. Brody gave a quick yelp and impulsively reached up with his left hand to free himself, but Ram quickly released his clawhold on Brody’s head and grabbed Brody’s left hand with his right, interlacing the fingers of those hands as well. With Brody on his knees and their hands entwined, Ram cranked on a double knucklelock, forcing Brody to groan in anguish as he looked up at Ram’s granite-like body in a form of forced muscle worship.
“Yeaaaaah...” Ram growled, his perfect teeth gleaming even in the pale moonlight that filled the room. “Look at you, peasant. You’re right where you belong: On your knees at my feet, begging!”
Ram couldn’t resist swiveling his hips from side to side to smack Brody’s handsome face with his wide cock again but quickly drew his hips back when Brody attempted another headbutt to the groin. The change in the angle of his body allowed Ram to place even more pressure on Brody’s wrists and arms and caused Brody to once again toss his head back and moan with his eyes shut tightly as he tried to resist Ram’s power.
“Give! Give in to my strength!” Ram taunted.
“NO!” Brody yelled.
“I said GIVE UP!” Ram hollered in return.
“NEVER!” Brody shouted.
After several moments of torment, Brody began to mount a comeback – much to Ram’s surprise and delight. He knew his friend had to be exhausted after a hard day of working multiple jobs and the aggressive nature of their match thus far, but Brody wouldn’t surrender. The country stud’s “never give up” attitude was much like the work ethic Ram’s grandfather had instilled in himself. It was yet another way the two bodybuilders were alike and yet another of the many things Ram admired about Brody.
“Yeah! That’s it, farmboy – let’s see what you got!” Ram encouraged.
The expression on Brody’s face became one of lethal determination as he focused all his strength into countering Ram’s power. It was the same look Brody had given him during their initial test of strength the first time they wrestled each other – a look so serious that it actually intimidated Ram at the time, which was before he knew what a good-natured and kind person Brody actually was.
Ram’s own arms began to quiver, and it was now he who started to yell as he felt his hands being pressed back. With another quick shout, Brody was able to plant his right foot beneath him and force Ram back even more. Shortly thereafter, Brody gave a second burst of power, allowing him to place his left foot beneath himself as well and push through to a standing position, leaving Ram with a look of perplexity on his face.
Once standing, Brody pulled Ram towards him and collided his massive chest into his rival’s equally-muscular pecs, catching Ram off- guard. Brody then brought their entwined hands to their sides, causing their shredded muscleguts to billow in and out against each other as they sucked in air. Their phalluses engaged in a swashbuckling swordfight as the two titans applied tremendous force to each other, with neither gaining an advantage.
Brody decided to switch tactics and focus his strength against Ram’s wrists instead of against Ram’s body. He lowered their straining arms until they were beside their narrow waists and then lifted upwards on Ram’s hands, torqueing Ram’s wrists and forcing the wealthy bodybuilder onto his tip-toes to relieve the pain.
“Good thing you’ve been practicing ballet!” Brody quipped as he pushed Ram backwards across the room and closer to the giant bed until Ram was able to regain his footing and stop Brody’s advance.
Roaring with effort, Ram bent his wrists back to the proper position and then worked to force both men’s bulging arms over their heads again. Unfortunately, the effort took too much energy out of him, allowing Brody to overturn his knuckles and begin forcing him down to his knees. Ram resisted Brody’s power with his gigantic quads made strong from years on the gridiron, but he was somehow losing the battle to Brody’s steel determination. He figured Brody must be so tired that he was running on pure adrenaline, which was amplifying his already considerable power.
Just before Ram’s knees hit the thick bedroom carpeting, he lunged forward and drove his big shoulder into Brody’s gut, causing the country powerhouse to collapse across Ram’s broad back. Keeping their fingers interlaced, Ram stood with Brody dangling on his shoulder and paraded in a small circle near the bed. He then released Brody’s hands and twisted both their bodies until Brody was draped across both of Ram’s mountainous shoulders in the perfect position for an F-5, an Attitude Adjustment, or a number of other finishing moves.
“Time to take out the poor white trash...” Ram said, but as he twisted his body to deliver the final blow, Brody freed himself from Ram’s grasp. The cornfed powerhouse dropped to his feet, landing in front of and slightly to the left of Ram, with his back facing his opponent. Brody then reached over his right shoulder, grabbed his friend’s head, and leaped forward while kicking his feet out in front of him.
Brody landed back-first on the mattress, pulling Ram’s head down with him to deliver an RKO. The impact from Brody’s body on the bedding bounced the country stud onto the other side of the bed, where he landed on his feet while Ram remained face-down on the sheets.
“FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!” Brody smiled and shouted as he spun around and raised his arms, imitating the pro wrestler who made the move he’d just delivered famous and the phrase the announcer often said whenever it was used without warning.
Ram got to his knees and then to his feet but was visibly stunned from the maneuver. Brody immediately leaped onto the large bed again and used the recoil of the mattress to lift himself in the air to deliver a dropkick, knocking Ram onto his back several feet away.
The impact from Brody’s full body hitting the mattress after delivering the dropkick once again propelled him into the air, allowing him to get his muscular legs beneath him. Brody timed his next bounce to use both the strength of his powerlifter quads and the recoil from the mattress to launch himself across the room and deliver a huge flying elbow drop to Ram’s stomach, driving all the air from his opponent. Brody immediately hooked Ram’s massive legs and rolled the beefy bodybuilder into a pinning position.
“One! Two! THREE!” Brody counted.
Brody sat up next to Ram, smiling and breathing heavily from his acrobatic assault while Ram coughed and sputtered beside him.
“A+ for creativity using the bed,” Ram eventually managed to say to his friend as he slowly sat up while clutching his gut, visibly in pain from Brody’s high-impact finishing move.
“Thanks, man,” Brody grinned. “That sure is a nice mattress you’ve got there.”
“Yeah,” Ram replied, still coughing. “I bet you’re ready to use it to get some sleep now.”
“No way!” Brody exclaimed. “We each have one win now – we can’t let the night end like that!” he added as he rose to his feet and helped Ram stand.
The two friends gently hugged each other’s sweaty, hulking frames, congratulating each other on a hard-fought round.
“It’s getting late, though,” Ram stated. “You’ve worked hard today, and you have to be up early in the morning.”
“Then I’ll just have to win this last round quick!” Brody smiled and gave a most-muscular pose, then crouched into a wrestler’s stance as his 8” boner swayed excitedly.
“Still feeling frisky, huh?!” Ram grinned. “Well slow down, cowboy – let’s grab some water first.”
Ram first picked up the bath towel that had fallen off his waist at the start of the match and used it to dry the sweat from his powerful physique, while Brody pulled a clean workout towel from his gym bag and did the same. Ram then walked over to the wall with the metal sculpture hanging from it and gently tapped one of the wooden panels beneath the artwork, revealing a small wet bar and mini- fridge. As Ram opened the mini-fridge, it’s light illuminated Ram’s massive upper body.
Ram took out two bottles of water and tossed them one at a time to Brody, who easily caught them one-handed in his big country paw. Ram then collected two more bottles for himself before closing the fridge and panel so the wet bar was no longer in view. Once again, the bedroom was bathed in darkness except for the moonlight outside as the two bodybuilders immediately guzzled their first bottles of water and started on their second. Ram decided to have a seat on the bed since his feet were starting to ache from his earlier ballet session with Olga while Brody got on his knees on the floor and rested.
“Thank you for the advice you gave me earlier – about never giving up on my dreams and stuff,” Brody recalled. “Your support really means the world to me,” he added as Ram sat on the edge of the bed, listening to his friend in earnest.
Ram downed the contents of his second bottle. “No problem,” he replied with a slight belch from the fluid he’d so quickly ingested. “Too bad I have to do this to you now...” he teasingly warned as he crushed the empty plastic bottle in his mighty grip and tossed it behind him, smiling.
“Oh, it is SO on!” Brody grinned as he stood and twisted the cap back on his second bottle, then tossed the empty container aside.
“Let me stretch my back out first. That bearhug of yours really did a number on it,” Ram requested as he stood from the bed, then bent over in a pike position to stretch his lumbar muscles, hamstrings, and calves.
Ram then lowered himself to one knee and leaned backwards to stretch his core.
The two nude grapplers immediately crouched into wrestler’s stances and began to circle as their strong hands reached for and slapped at one another. Eventually the powerhouses collided in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Their enormous quadriceps and gluteal muscles swelled and flexed as each man grunted while trying to force the other back without success.
Ram broke the stalemate by breaking the tie-up and quickly spinning behind Brody. He applied a rear waistlock, locking his hands just below Brody’s navel. Brody immediately grasped Ram’s huge forearms and began trying to pull them apart before Ram could apply any compression and turn the hold into a rear bearhug. His efforts were successful, although he had to keep the feeling of Ram’s monstrously thick cock knocking at his backdoor out of his mind to maintain his focus.
Concentrating on his efforts, Brody slowly separated Ram’s hands and quickly reversed positions with his opponent, applying a rear waistlock of his own. Just as Brody had done, Ram grabbed hold of each of Brody’s thick forearms, preventing Brody from locking the hold in tightly. Realizing this, Brody attempted a belly-to-back suplex, but Ram blocked the move by placing his foot behind Brody’s calf. Taking advantage of their entwined positions, Brody released his grip and quickly converted his hold into an abdominal stretch, causing Ram to groan in pain as the right half of his shredded midsection was pulled apart.
“Let me show you how far we country folk can stretch a dollar!” Brody quipped as he stood to his full height, causing Ram to roar in agony as his core was further stretched.
Brody grinned in delight at both his clever taunt and the effect his maneuver was having. His erection pressed against the striated glutes of Ram’s incredibly muscular ass, which really turned both men on. The hunky hayseed reached down to gently fondle and rub Ram’s oblique muscles, then bent over to flick his tongue against Ram’s vulnerable right nipple like a snake.
Although the nip-play was highly arousing for Ram, he realized that Brody had given up much of his leverage on the hold to engage in the erotic torment. Capitalizing on Brody’s lapse in judgement, Ram focused all his considerable power into his obliques and hip-tossed the unsuspecting Brody off him, freeing himself from the abdominal stretch. Ram also kept hold of Brody’s left arm after executing the maneuver to lock a stiff armbar on Brody’s mighty appendage.
“Ah SHIT!” Brody spat as he reached for Ram’s arms with his right arm to free himself from his opponent’s grip, but Ram was one step ahead of him.
“Let’s see what you think about THIS hold, peon!” Ram warned as he twisted Brody’s arm behind the country powerlifter’s back, converting the armbar into a hammerlock.
Brody winced in pain as his arm was forced up the middle of his back much farther than his musclebound form would normally permit. It was only due to his daily stretching routines and his background as a gymnast that allowed Brody such great flexibility. He slapped the shoulder of his twisted arm to keep the limb from going numb as he rose to his feet and danced around the room with Ram’s hold locked on tightly.
“Give!” Ram taunted. “Give to my superiority!”
“NO!” Brody yelled.
“Fucking inbred!” Ram screamed.
“Inbred?!” Brody scoffed. “It’s you bluebloods who tend to be the kissin’ cousins historically to keep your wealth and power in the family!”
Ram paused the pressure on his hold. “It amazes me how much you know about so many different things,” the rich hunk commented, breaking character. “You’ve completely shattered any perceptions I had of people who live in rural areas.”
Still trapped in the hammerlock and with his back facing Ram, Brody turned his head to the left so he could see his friend in his peripheral vision.
“Yeah, well, there’s not much to do in the country besides work and read, and I did a lot of both,” Brody smiled bashfully. “I just find a lot of stuff really interesting, so my brain tends to memorize it. I’m like an encyclopedia of useless facts, but I’m great to have on your team at Trivia Night!” he grinned.
“Well, it’s pretty damned impressive, and I’m having trouble deciding which I like more: Your brain or your body,” Ram complimented before resuming the torque on Brody’s arm, causing him to wince in pain.
“Your body’s definitely the weaker of the two,” Ram smirked.
To escape the hammerlock, Brody suddenly turned into Ram’s hold to undo the leverage of the maneuver. Ram, however, expected the move. Maintaining his grip on Brody’s arm, Ram pulled his rival towards him and extended his own arm to deliver a short-arm clothesline.
Ram wasn’t the only one who anticipated a counter, though. Brody saw the clothesline coming and ducked under Ram’s massive arm, forcing Ram to let go off his wrist. The athletic farmboy then turned and leaped across Ram’s wide back, wrapping his legs around one of Ram’s arms while grasping his opponent’s other arm in his own and hanging with the full weight of his considerable muscle to try to topple the big man over with a flying crucifix.
Unfortunately for Brody, Ram’s legs were far too powerful for such a strategy. The wealthy event promoter teetered only slightly with Brody’s bulk on his back before regaining his balance with a mighty yell. Brody tried to take his opponent to the floor by shifting his weight, but Ram merely stood there growling with an intense expression on his face as Brody’s body was draped across him.
After a moment of catching his breath, Ram shrugged his huge shoulders to move Brody’s body slightly higher across his shoulders. With another roar, Ram tossed his own body backwards onto the bedroom carpeting, squashing Brody beneath him with a Samoan drop. Brody instantly lost his hold on Ram’s arms as the air was driven from him on impact.
Ram sat up and dusted off his hands as if the effort was nothing for him. Knowing Brody was momentarily incapacitated, Ram then stood and began a series of poses with his back insultingly turned towards his opponent. As Brody regained his wind, he looked up and stared in awe at Ram’s shredded back muscles.
“BAD move on your part, bumpkin,” Ram said as he ceased his posing and slowly – almost menacingly – turned his head to the left to look over his shoulder.
Brody began to panic as he felt his forearm being crushed. He struggled to yank his arm free from the vicelike grip of Ram’s humungous legs, but his efforts were in vain.
“Your arm belongs to ME now, cornpone,” Ram stated. “Maybe I’ll snap your radius and ulna in two, or squeeze your forearm muscles until they pop like a balloon,” he threatened.
In desperation, Brody placed his left hand on Ram’s rock-hard left glute to give himself better leverage in extricating his trapped limb, but that gave Ram another idea. Realizing Brody’s face must be level with his ass, Ram moved his hips moved forward, causing Brody’s trapped arm to pull the brawny beefcake’s upper body and head forward. Ram then forcefully thrust his hips backwards, driving his striated glutes hard into Brody’s approaching face. Ram repeated the maneuver several times in quick succession, rocking his hips back and forth violently. The effect was like a paddleball, with Ram’s incredible ass as the paddle and Brody’s head and trapped arm as the ball and string.
Instead of freeing his right arm, Brody kept it between Ram’s legs but slid his hand down to grab Ram’s left shin. He then reached behind and hooked his left arm under Ram’s left arm and used their sweat-soaked backs to maneuver Ram’s big frame until it was perpendicular to and about midway down Brody’s equally-impressive torso. Utilizing his powerlifting background, Brody shouted with effort as he stood with Ram’s hefty body draped across his back and bent himself forward at the waist to apply an Aryx rack, named after the underground wrestler who made the move famous.
Ram screamed in agony as his spine was contorted unnaturally, but his cries only motivated Brody to pull tighter on the hold. The musclebound country boy snaked his arm across Ram’s massive chest to grab his friend’s thick trapezius muscle and apply more leverage. Brody also added a bounce, bringing even greater pain to his rival, but the combination of the bouncing motion, both men’s mountainous back muscles, and the copious amount of sweat covering their superhuman bodies caused Brody to lose the hold. Ram slid off Brody’s sweat-soaked back and landed awkwardly on the carpet, while Brody collapsed on all fours from exhaustion and the pain in his head from Ram’s ass attack.
The two musclemen took several moments to recover from their titanic struggle but eventually made it to their hands and knees about the same time perpendicular to each other. Suddenly, Ram lowered his head and charged forward on all fours with a headbutt to Brody’s broadside, catching the sturdy stud in the ribs. The move caught Brody completely by surprise, allowing him no time to protect himself from the impact. He cried out in pain as he was knocked onto his side.
Ram continued to crawl on all fours, circling his opponent like a predator. As Brody got to his hands and knees and clutched his aching ribs on the side where Ram’s head had impacted, Ram again lowered his head and charged, driving another headbutt into the other side of Brody’s torso. Brody again yelped in pain and collapsed to the carpet.
Once more Brody attempted to rise – this time more quickly – but was again met with a charging headbutt from Ram. Upon impact, Ram crawled over to his friend – who remained curled in a fetal position to protect himself – to check on his status.
“Going old school on me, eh?” Brody painfully chuckled. “A little Junkyard Dog?”
“I was watching the Classic Pro Wrestling channel the other night and saw one of his matches,” Ram admitted. “Isn’t it sad how all the heroes we looked up to as kids are now considered ‘classics’?”
“Or they’ve gone to that ‘Great Wrestling Ring in the Sky’,” Brody lamented.
“It shows we’re getting old,” Ram sighed. “I’d completely forgotten how JYD used to drive his head into guys while on all fours like that, and I figured it’d be a good move to add to my repertoire as ‘Ram’ from The Cave... or as ‘Aries’ in The Zodiac,” he said as he rose to his feet, letting Brody know that he was still on board with the clever country boy’s idea of joining his villainous faction for his wrestling promotion.
“Well, I can tell you it’s pretty effective!” Brody smiled, then winced in pain slightly. “I was thinking about some moves I could use as ‘Taurus the Bull’ if we ever get The Zodiac thing going. You remember that move where I drove you into the wall in the last round? I’d call that the ‘Bull Rush’, and I’d use it to drive guys hard into the corner of the ring. Then there’s the Oklahoma Stampede powerslam I used on you the first time we wrestled, which I’d just call ‘Stampede’.”
“That reminds me,” Ram said as he turned and stood over Brody’s body with his feet on either side of his buddy’s thick torso, looking down at the strapping hunk’s face. “I still owe you for those moves.”
With that, Ram bent over and grabbed Brody around the collar with both hands, pulling the powerlifter to his feet. Once the two men were standing, Ram removed his left hand from Brody’s throat while still maintaining a vice-like grip around Brody’s neck with his right hand. A low snarl of dominance emanated from Ram’s gullet as he slowly backed Brody towards the sandstone wall.
Unknown to Ram, Brody had regained much of his energy during their brief chat, and in the instant before his back touched the decorative accent wall, he reversed their positions, slamming Ram’s back to the wall instead. The surprise impact caused Ram’s hand to drop from Brody neck.
Brody began landing hard punches to Ram’s bulbous musclegut, causing the wealthy muscleman to double over. The blue-collar beefcake then brought both his arms overhead and clasped his hands together to drop a heavy double-axhandle blow onto Ram’s broad back, but as he did so, Ram noticed Brody’s large gonads dangling in front of him. Just before Brody’s powerful strike reached its target, Ram grabbed Brody’s babymakers in a ball claw, causing Brody’s hands to come apart on their descent and completely miss Ram’s back as they were redirected to his tender sac.
Ram once again stood up straight and let out a growl of authority as he held his friends orbs in his big right hand. Brody bent over and winced in pain as he tried to free his aching rocks from Ram’s vicelike grip, which allowed Ram to easily maneuver his opponent’s body and slowly reverse their positions so Brody’s back was now against the sandstone structure as he originally intended.
With both of Brody’s strong hands clamped tightly around Ram’s right forearm in an attempt to remove Ram’s hand from his balls, Ram released his grip on Brody’s nuts and quickly reapplied the clawhold with his left hand. Brody’s hands immediately jumped to Ram’s left forearm, freeing Ram’s right hand to deliver several stiff uppercuts to Brody’s ripped stomach.
Ram eventually released his hold on Brody’s testicles and used his rock-solid frame to smash Brody’s equally-muscular body against the stone wall. Ram bounced his pecs against Brody’s in a display of alpha-level dominance – the waves of muscle causing their nipples to rub together, driving both men wild. Ram then leaned forward and grabbed Brody’s handsome face with his left hand to force the rugged bodybuilder into an aggressive kiss while his right hand rubbed and caressed Brody’s spectacular torso. Ram also ground their swollen packages together, momentarily reaching down to adjust them so they were shaft to shaft. Although Brody’s dick was 3” longer than Ram’s, Ram’s was nearly twice the girth.
Brody returned the kiss passionately, matching Ram’s pecs bounce for bounce and his cock-rubbing thrust for thrust. His rough farm hands explored Ram’s smooth, super-wide shoulders and lats before venturing down to knead the granite glutes of his friend and rival. Ram’s resolve slowly melted away as he became distracted by the sensual manipulations of his friend and his lust for Brody’s body, allowing Brody to ever so slowly maneuver them both away from the wall and closer to the large open area of the master bedroom.
Ram wasn’t fooled by Brody’s subtle deception, though. Once the they reached the middle of the room, he quickly broke off the kiss and looked Brody in the eyes with a confident stare. “Time to say, ‘Good night’, country boy,” he said breathlessly, then quickly positioned his head under Brody’s right arm while stretching his own right arm across Brody’s broad chest and gripping Brody’s thick left trap, setting the farm-raised powerhouse up for a Uranage slam – more commonly known as the “Rock Bottom”.
Before Ram could execute his maneuver, however, Brody wrapped his right heel around Ram’s right calf muscle, blocking the move. He then drilled Ram in the back of the head twice with his big right elbow before repositioning his arm across Ram’s chest and falling backwards, dropping Ram face-first into the padded carpet with a modified Russian Leg Sweep. The quick reversal left Ram stunned on the carpet.
Showing his athleticism, Brody pressed his advantage by hopping to his feet from his back and quickly moving to Ram’s head. “Time to take you behind the woodshed, boy!” the country stud threatened.
Brody pulled the rival bodybuilder off the floor and locked on a front chancery with his left arm, then rained sledgehammer-like fists on Ram’s thick back muscles with his right arm. After ten powerful blows – all of which Brody counted aloud – he released his hold and allowed Ram to collapse to his hands and knees in front of him while the playful farmboy simulated crowd cheers.
Brody reveled in the sight of the nude muscleman kneeling before him. He slowly circled behind Ram and straddled him, then leaped into the air and concentrated all his weight into his bubble butt, landing hard across Ram’s lower back with a butt-bomb and flattening the handsome bodybuilder. Brody quickly stood and reached down to pull Ram back to his hands and knees and repeated the maneuver but decided against using it a third time, as he was well aware of how using the same move too many times in a row often backfires on the wrestler executing it.
Instead, Brody pulled Ram to a seated position and clamped both his hands down on Ram’s thick right trapezius muscle with a small grunt, grimacing with power as he applied the hold. Ram seethed in pain as his thick shoulder muscle was crushed by Brody’s incredibly strong grip. His powerful right arm started to go numb as Brody’s fingers pinched the nerve, but there was little he could do other than swat weakly at Brody’s hands with his left arm.
It was then that Ram felt Brody’s large cock poke him in his rear deltoid. To apply the most pressure to his nerve hold, Brody needed most of his weight centered above Ram’s shoulder, which meant he had to bring his body close to Ram’s. Realizing this, Ram suddenly tossed his head back and to the right, catching Brody’s left testicle with a quasi-headbutt.
Brody cursed and immediately released the hold. “Nice counter,” he said as he rubbed his aching groin while Ram slumped in pain, still seated. “I hadn’t considered that as a means of escape. Guess I’m gonna have to immobilize your head.”
Brody then stepped over his opponent’s brawny shoulders and locked his own considerable quads around Ram’s ears in a standing headscissors. Ram yelled in pain not only from the crushing power of Brody’s thighs around his skull but also because Brody’s legs were forcing the backs of Ram’s ever-present diamond earrings into the side of his neck.
Brody stared down at the head, torso, and legs of his mighty opponent as he squeezed the seated Ram in his standing headscissors. He placed his right hand on his massive right thigh, feeling its strength as he applied pressure and immensely enjoying the fact that his muscles were subduing the power of an equally-muscular opponent.
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| (Brody with his standing head scissors on Ram) |
Once again showing off his athleticism, Brody cartwheeled over to his fallen opponent and immediately sprang into a standing moonsault in one fluid motion, bringing his full weight down across Ram’s broad back in a bodysplash. Ram again felt all the air squashed from his body by Brody’s bulk.
Brody laid across Ram’s prone body for a moment, reveling in his dominance. He then stood up and walked over to Ram’s head to pull the stylish muscleman to his feet by the upswept bangs of his faux-hawk hairstyle.
“At least this lame $400 haircut you so-called VIP douchebags wear on your little social scene is good for something,” Brody mocked.
“That $400 includes a... full facial, head massage, and... chair massage,” Ram grunted. “Stuff you poor people... know nothing about!”
“You really pay $400 at the barbershop?!” Brody scoffed. “Now I have to kick your ass as a matter of principle!”
“I bet the only reason you wear that cheap-ass buzzcut is because that hovel you call a home is infested with bedbugs and lice, you filthy redneck!” Ram spat, which earned him an uppercut to the gut and another bodyslam from the rugged bodybuilder.
Ram rolled to his stomach and clutched his back after hitting the bedroom floor, then laid motionless. Brody confidently placed his foot on his friend’s thick haunches and crunched out an awesome most-muscular pose while sneering down at him.
“It’s not bedtime yet, Hoity Toity,” Brody taunted as he bent over and pulled Ram’s prone body off the floor. “At least not until I get a bedtime hug!” he added before slapping another massive bearhug on Ram’s thick frame. The smack of flesh on flesh filled the room.
Ram screamed in pain as gravity increased the pressure of the hold by pulling his hefty bulk towards the earth while he was engulfed by Brody’s crushing embrace. He slowly began to raise his legs to apply a bodyscissors counter, but Brody was wise to his opponent’s intentions and applied a burst of power to the hold, forcing another cry from the rival bodybuilder.
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| (Ram suspended and suffering in Brody's bearhug) |
Brody savored the feeling of Ram’s body against his – the heat of their massive muscles; the comingling of their sweat; the energy emanating through their paper-thin skin as they tested their power against one another; and the electricity whenever their erogenous zones connected. The sounds of their heavy breathing, groans, and grunts really turned the blue-collar hunk on, as did the intoxicating scent of Ram’s body lotion and natural musk. All this combined to make Brody’s erection as stiff as a lead pipe, and his 8” shaft eventually found its way between Ram’s enormous thighs.
Ram’s eyes and teeth were clenched tightly to ward off the pain, but he was forced to chuckle at Brody’s playful comment. Brody smiled at his opponent’s appreciation of his humor but then gave a big crank on the hold.
Ram soon heard Brody moan with pleasure and felt the bearhug loosen a little. Brody’s moans became louder and more frequent as Ram continued his erotic manipulation, and he eventually felt a small amount of sticky liquid oozing between his thighs, which he recognized as Brody’s pre-cum.
Realizing he was close to climax, Brody set Ram’s feet back on the ground and pulled his hips back to withdraw his manhood from Ram’s sensual trap. Unfortunately for him, Ram’s pleasurable assault had left Brody so distracted that he wasn’t applying nearly as much pressure to his hold.
With his feet on the ground and Brody unfocused, Ram capitalized on the situation and jerked his torso hard to his right side, but Brody came to his senses fast enough to recognize what Ram was attempting and quickly reapplied his crushing embrace, now squeezing Ram in a side bearhug. The feeling of Ram’s nude, rock-hard body in his arms and the fact that his erection was now resting on one of Ram’s monstrous quads was so arousing for Brody that he began to hump Ram’s thick leg like a mongrel dog.
Ram groaned in pain but immediately set out trying to pry Brody’s country-strong hands apart, which were locked just below his ribcage on the right side. He soon realized that breaking Brody’s grip from his current position would be virtually impossible, so he reached back with his left arm and grabbed Brody’s sweaty head in a headlock.
Brody gave a burst of power to his hold, forcing a loud yelp from Ram, but Ram proceeded to pepper his friend’s forehead with hard punches from his big right fist. To avoid the blows, Brody loosened his hold just enough to allow him to spin behind his opponent. He immediately clasped his hands over Ram’s protruding navel and pulled inward, applying a rear bearhug. Ram felt the air squeezed from his abdomen as Brody applied the pressure. His cheeks billowed as he tried to suck in air against his rival’s power.
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| (Brody applying a rear bearhug to Ram) |
Brody briefly considered lifting Ram off his feet with the hold but realized that would bring his dick dangerously close to Ram’s muscular glutes, which were even more erotically threatening than his huge thighs. Brody recalled during their very first match how Ram had nearly milked a load out of his cock by merely flexing his ass muscles around it, attempting to drain his seed as one would sip a drink through a straw. Brody therefore decided to keep his hips back and his manhood away from Ram’s butt for now.
With Brody’s pelvis so far back, both men were forced to bend forward in the hold. What Brody didn’t realize is that Ram had planned to be in a bent-over position all along. As Brody attempted to compress Ram’s abdomen into both their bodies, Ram reached beneath their mighty frames and grabbed Brody’s right ankle. He then lifted Brody’s foot off the ground while simultaneously letting all his weight fall forward. With only one foot on the ground, Brody was unable to control Ram’s shifting bulk, and both men toppled forward.
Using his MMA training, Ram rolled through the descent and under Brody, coming up behind his friend. By the time Brody figured out what was happening, he was on his stomach with his right foot trapped in an anklelock.
“THIS is how you apply an anklelock... you braindead hick!” Ram panted.
Brody screamed in pain and pounded the thick carpeting as his ankle was contorted in an unnatural direction. With his MMA background, Ram could’ve easily submitted Brody with the hold but felt Brody had dominated the match recently and wanted to enact a little revenge. Ram repeatedly let up on the pressure only to reapply it just below the point where he thought Brody might quit.
“Tap out!” Ram commanded. “TAP!”
“NO!!!” Brody yelled. “You wait ‘til I get out of this! You’re dead, rich bitch! ‘The late Rowen Ramsay the Third’!” he threatened.
“I sincerely doubt that, you underprivileged piece of garbage!” Ram taunted.
Ram, however, had underestimated Brody’s strength. During one of the lulls in which Ram reduced the torque on Brody’s ankle, Brody used his immense chest muscles from years of powerlifting to press his upper body off the floor, then applied his impressive core strength from his gymnastics training to suddenly twist his torso. In a display of physics in action, the momentum of Brody’s rotation traveled all the way down his body to his feet – one of which Ram still held in his hands – and into Ram’s body, tossing him a couple feet away upon reaching his grip.
Brody curled into a fetal position to clutch his aching ankle while Ram got to all fours and shook his head in disbelief of what just transpired. Ram then pounded the carpet once with both fists simultaneously in a sign of frustration before getting to his feet and lumbering over to Brody’s body. He kicked Brody hard in the small of the back, causing the farm stud to uncurl and roll to his back as he reached for his aching lumbar area.
Still too winded from Brody’s prior assault to do much else, Ram jumped in the air and brought the full weight of his muscular mass down on Brody’s thick torso with a bodysplash – their sweat-soaked bodies colliding in a loud SPLAT. Upon impact, Ram realized just how much Brody’s bearhugs had affected his ribs as pain radiated throughout his body from his own maneuver. Beneath him, Brody was trying to recover the wind that had just been squashed out of him but was having difficulty doing so with Ram’s heavy bulk resting across his stomach.
The two men laid on the plush carpeting for a moment panting heavily. Ram’s body was positioned on top of and perpendicular to Brody’s, with Brody’s huge erection poking him in the side as the sweat pouring off their bodies once again commingled. Their heaving muscleguts bounced against each other as they breathed deeply to regain air.
Ram eventually found the energy to stand and pull Brody up with him. He ducked down and draped Brody’s big body across his broad shoulders, then walked over to the side of the bed. With a roar of effort, he lifted Brody over his head and dumped him onto the mattress with an Attitude Adjustment. Upon impact, Brody’s body bounced several inches off the bedding and right into a clubbing forearm across the chest from Ram. Ram then dropped to his knees at bedside and delivered more clubbing blows to Brody’s pecs, keeping his opponent winded.
When Ram felt Brody was sufficiently softened up, he got to his feet and pulled Brody off the bed to a standing position facing him. He then growled as he wrapped both his big hands around Brody’s throat, strangling him. The erotic stimulation of the blatant choke brought Brody to his senses, and he immediately raised his rough hands to Ram’s neck to apply a chokehold of his own.
The two titans gagged as they throttled one another. The veins in their mighty forearms pulsed with strength, and the tendons in their bull-like necks swelled as they tried to resist each other’s grip. Neither man was willing to submit to the other’s power, and the tips of their dicks dribbled pre-cum as the mix of dominance and asphyxiation drove both men rowdy with lust.
With his air supply the worse for wear from Ram’s recent attacks, Brody found himself losing the struggle. Realizing he was standing next to the bed and with his back to it, Brody broke off his choke and kneed Ram in the nuts, causing the big man to double over. Brody immediately grabbed Ram’s head under his right arm and fell backwards onto the mattress, delivering a DDT. Because the impact was near the edge of the bedding and at an angle, the recoil bounced both men onto the floor, with Brody landing on his stomach and Ram landing next to him on his back.
Brody then decided to try a different tactic to end the match: If strength wasn’t working against his equally-powerful rival, maybe seduction would. With Ram still stunned, the musclebound mechanic slowly crawled over and climbed onto his opponent so they were face to face, chest to chest, belly to belly, and crotch to crotch.
Brody looked down at Ram’s face. The rich bodybuilder’s eyes we closed from the move Brody just landed, and his chiseled facial features stood out even more sharply in the shadows cast by the pale moonlight that flooded the darkened room. Brody lowered his head and placed a deep kiss on Ram’s mouth while gyrating his hips to rub their engorged phalluses together. Ram eventually returned the kiss, and the two musclemen enjoyed another moment of peace in their hard-hitting match as their tongues explored each other’s mouths and their hands roamed over each other’s wet, naked bodies.
Eventually Brody broke the liplock and raised his head, looking smugly into Ram’s eyes while reaching over Ram’s left shoulder with his right hand to slowly slap the carpet above them. “One... two...” he sneered, but just as his hand was about to hit the floor again, Ram raised his shoulder.
Brody placed his left forearm across Ram’s upper chest and leaned his weight forward to force Ram’s shoulder to the floor again. “One! Two!” he counted more forcefully as he slapped the carpet with a faster cadence, but Ram once again thrust a shoulder up before the three count.
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” Ram asked. “I don’t lay down for anyone – especially not some hayseed like you!”
“Fine by me, city-slicker,” Brody replied. “Pleasure didn’t work, so more pain comin’ right up. You think you’re first class, but the only thing first class about you is the ass-whoopin’ you’re about to get!”
Brody hopped to his feet with the grace of a jungle cat and yanked on both Ram’s arms, quickly pulling the muscle monster to his feet. Once Ram was standing, Brody circled behind him and kneeled slightly, nudging his opponent’s body to cause former football star and fashion model to fall backwards across the farmboy’s broad shoulders. Brody then stood to his full height and grabbed Ram’s thick neck with his right hand while pulling down on one of Ram’s massive legs with his left hand in a brutal torture rack backbreaker.
“Yeah! You pampered son of a bitch. I haul sacks of shit like you around the farm like this all the time!” Brody taunted.
Ram roared in pain as his spine was bent across Brody’s huge deltoids, rhomboids, and traps. The yoga and ballet classes he was taking had made him slightly more flexible, but his years playing football had created a body that was rock-solid and compact to allow him to bust through opposing linemen, sacrificing flexibility for durability. His physique, his hard-hitting style of play, and his last name, “Ramsey”, had earned him the nickname “Ram” in the locker room because he charged down the gridiron like a battering ram, and battering rams aren’t known for their pliability.
Brody squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth as he applied more pressure to the hold. Ram tried waving his arms and kicking his free leg to extricate himself, but each time he did, Brody would bounce him up and down to re-center Ram’s weight on his shoulders. Left with no choice, Ram reached around Brody’s head and raked his well-manicured nails across his opponent’s eyeballs. Brody immediately released the hold to rub his injured eyes, letting Ram freefall down his body behind him.
Ram quickly got to his feet as Brody turned to face him. With Brody blinking rapidly to get his vision to refocus and his hands still near his face from rubbing his eyes, Ram let out a roar and leveled his rival with a stiff running clothesline. Brody never saw the move coming and was completely unprepared to dodge or even block Ram’s attack, taking the full force of the blow across his thick chest and falling to the carpet back-first.
Ram quickly pulled Brody to his feet and let out another roar as he once again charged his friend, but Brody instinctively raised his forearms in front of his head and chest to block the next strike. Brody’s reaction was exactly what Ram was hoping for, though, since the defensive stance left Brody’s sides exposed. Ram quickly put on the breaks and used his MMA training to lay a series of hard kicks to Brody sides and ribs – first with his dominant right leg to Brody’s left side, then with his left leg to Brody’s right side as Brody defended to his left. Ram finished his onslaught with a rear thrust kick to Brody’s solar plexus, sending the country stud stumbling backwards until he crashed into the decorative sandstone wall across the room and slumped against it.
“Yeah, hillbilly!” Ram shouted, his adrenaline pumping from his assault. “It’s time to go to school now, and I’m talking Ivy League!”
Ram walked over to Brody and pulled him away from the wall. He then scooped the brawny powerlifter up into a bodyslam position, then took a lap around the large open area of the master bedroom, growling with his show of dominance before tossing Brody onto the thick carpeting in a spine-jarring slam. Brody let out a cry upon impact and immediately sat up, clutching at his lower back.
Ram stood there drinking in Brody’s anguish – a sinister sneer etched on his face. His muscles were pumped and he was breathing heavily, but more from excitement than exhaustion. He mindlessly stroked his super-thick tool before using his bare foot to push Brody’s chest until Brody was once again laying on his back. Ram left his foot on Brody’s pecs while he flexed a big side chest pose followed by a triceps pose in a show of authority.
Brody was still grasping at his aching lower back from the earlier powerslam when he reached his feet, which left his gut wide open and exposed. Unable to resist such an inviting target, Ram landed a solid uppercut to Brody’s stomach, causing the former gymnast to double over and allowing Ram to scoop the big boy up and toss him hard to the carpet again with another devastating bodyslam. Once again, Brody cried out in pain as he landed while Ram stood looming over him with a confident smirk.
Wasting little time, Ram lumbered over to Brody and pulled the muscular doorman for some of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs to his feet. He slowly pushed Brody back to the sandstone wall and leaned his body into his rival’s, using his solid chest to hold Brody upright pec to pec. With both men panting. Ram moved his face alongside Brody’s, bringing their left cheeks into contact. He breathed heavily into the country boy’s left ear while smiling but without saying a word.
Ram pulled his head away slightly to view the left side of Brody face and grabbed Brody’s chin with his left hand but didn’t force his friend to look at him. All he did was stare at Brody’s profile and smile to assert his supremacy as both men continued to gasp for breath.
Brody’s eyes were mostly shut from pain and exhaustion, but he continued to look over Ram’s big left shoulder rather than at Ram’s face so as not to acknowledge his dominance. Still, he could feel Ram’s sparkling blue eyes on him and detect the beautiful businessman’s gleaming white teeth sneering at him through his peripheral vision even in the dim moonlight.
Ram then leaned in and slowly licked Brody’s cherubic left check from his jawline all the way up his sweat-soaked temple like a predator tasting its prey. He savored the salty taste of his friend’s perspiration, which fueled his desire to fuck Brody’s perfect ass even more.
Ram soon released his grip on Brody’s chin with his left hand but just as suddenly grabbed the back of Brody’s head with his right hand and bent the big man forward, force-feeding his left nipple into Brody’s lolling mouth. Brody obediently suckled Ram’s muscular man- tit before Ram eventually shifted Brody’s head to his right nipple. Once satisfied, Ram grabbed Brody’s head with both hands and proceeded to bash Brody’s skull into his flexed chest muscles, alternating the from pec to pec before finally stuffing Brody’s face into his sweaty cleavage. Ram could hear Brody’s muffled moans as the farmboy came to life to free himself from the smothering grip of Ram’s pecs.
Ram eventually removed Brody’s face from his chest and planted a deep kiss on Brody’s mouth, tasting his own sweat on Brody’s lips. He then lifted the country stud into yet another bodyslam position but this time Ram spun and fell with the maneuver, pulling Brody away from the wall and towards the center of the room in the process in a 270-degree scoop slam. Ram could feel the air from Brody’s lungs rush past his shoulder upon impact as he landed with his full weight on top his opponent.
Ram rose to his knees to admire his destruction, flexing a big pose as Brody was too weak and winded to even arch up to relieve his aching lower back.
As Brody’s moans became louder and Ram’s own breathing increased in pace, the wealthy bodybuilder decided to cease with the erotic stimulation and end the match to claim his sexual stakes. “Get up, you ignorant hick,” Ram spat as he stood and drug Brody by his big right arm to his feet. “I’m about to prove to you that scientifically engineered gym muscles are stronger than farm muscles any day.”
With Brody standing and barely aware of what was happening, Ram stepped into his opponent until they were chest to chest, nose to nose, and cock to cock. Ram gave a low snarl as he forced Brody back a couple steps by walking into him. He then squatted down slightly, sliding his granite-like chest down Brody’s muscular torso until his thick pecs were just below Brody massive dinner plates. Ram’s snarl slowly built into a growl as he stretched his muscular arms out to his sides and pulled his shoulder blades together to get a good stretch of his chest. The growl quickly became a roar as Ram snapped his huge arms around Brody’s wide back and lifted the country powerhouse off his feet in a tremendous bearhug.
Brody tossed his head back and wailed in agony as he was tortured in Ram’s grasp. He spread his arms wide as he grasped at freedom that was not there, which stretched his considerable pecs directly in front of Ram’s face and brought a smile of delight to the rich entrepreneur.
With his solid chest muscles positioned directly beneath Brody’s shelf-like pecs, Ram had the optimum grip with which to squeeze Brody’s spine. His arms literally pulsated with tension as his strong right hand clasped tightly around his left wrist, and every time he felt Brody exhale, he gripped farther up his forearm to strengthen the hold. With each surge of force, small popping sounds could be heard emanating from Brody’s back as his vertebrae were subjected to greater pressure.
“One! Two!” Ram counted, but much to his surprise, Brody raised a shoulder just before Ram reached “Three”.
“You’re just too dumb to know when to give up, aren’t you, Hee-Haw?” Ram asked rhetorically.
“Ain’t givin’ up... to no prep school pretty boy!” Brody replied breathlessly, causing Ram to smile at Brody’s compliment about his good looks within his insult.
Ram got to his feet and immediately dropped a big elbow to Brody’s belly. Brody once again felt the wind driven from his lungs, and his legs flew into the air upon impact, allowing Ram to cradle them and attempt another pin. “One! Two! Thr-...” he counted with more urgency, but Brody managed to kick out at the very last moment.
“DAMN IT!” Ram shouted. “You’re really pissing me off now, shitkicker. Time to end you!”
Ram stood and began to pull Brody to his feet, but once Brody was on his knees, he lunged forward and caught Ram with a surprise headbutt to his unprotected musclegut. Air whooshed from Ram’s abdomen, causing him to double-over. Wasting no time, Brody wrapped both his arms around Ram’s huge legs and pulled while lifting his own torso up and pivoting, bringing the rival bodybuilder to the carpet with a double-leg takedown.
With both men temporarily too winded to do anything, Brody simply laid on his opponent for a moment. The two men again savored the warm feeling of their sweaty, naked, muscular bodies against each other – their shredded bellies inflating and deflating against one another like large balloons as they sucked in air.
Brody was the first to recover. He slowly rose to his knees and straddled Ram’s body to sit on his friend’s chest. He then placed his shins on Ram’s outstretched arms and rested his big balls beneath Ram’s chin in a schoolboy pin, but instead of counting the pinfall, Brody took his own 8” erection and hoisted it upwards until his dick was pointing at the ceiling. He held his member aloft by placing his middle finger on the tip, then looked down at Ram with his trademark impish smile.
“TIMMMMM-BERRRRR!” Brody called as he removed his finger and released his shaft, letting it flop onto Ram’s face like a tree falling in the woods.
Upon impact, Brody’s cockhead splattered a small amount of pre-cum towards Ram’s left eye. Fortunately, Ram had instinctively shut his eyes tight when he saw Brody’s phallus in freefall, so the fluid landed on his clenched eyelid rather than in his eye. Ram slowly reached up, wiped the deposit from his eyelid, and opened his eyes to observe the sticky essence as he rubbed it between his fingers. He then looked up at Brody’s beaming face.
“God I love hanging out with you...” the gorgeous fitness model said with sincerity as he formed a broad, glittering-white smile at his friend’s antics while Brody’s big dick rested on his face.
Brody’s grin widened even more as he realized Ram truly enjoyed his light-hearted humor. He then gave a cheeky most-muscular pose and a big double-biceps pose from atop his opponent.
Surprisingly, Brody was not caught off-guard by the move since it’s one of the most common ways to escape such a predicament. Using the thick neck muscles he developed from his years as a gymnast and farmer, the rugged woodsman rolled backwards and through Ram’s pin attempt, coming to rest on his knees. With Ram now sitting up, Brody sprang forward and leveled Ram with a lunging clothesline – a move he’d used with similar success in their first match together weeks earlier.
Fortunately for Ram, he too remembered this move and quickly shielded the back of his head before it struck the padded carpet. When Brody used the same move on him in their first match, the short distance Ram’s head traveled from a seated position to the mat left him little chance to protect his skull from the impact and had nearly knocked him unconscious, but this time he was prepared.
Before Ram could recover, though, Brody was already to his feet and dropped his own massive hamstring across Ram’s head with a legdrop. Brody once again rolled over backwards and sprang to his feet, and as Ram blocked high anticipating another legdrop to the head, Brody clasped his fists together and dropped a double-axehandle blow from a standing position onto Ram’s belly, causing the big man to sit up as the air was knocked out of him. Brody capitalized on Ram’s position by scurrying behind his back and wrapping his arms around Ram’s head and neck in a sleeper hold.
With Ram already in a seated position, Brody was able to lean nearly all his considerable weight on his opponent and increase the effectiveness of the hold. “Yeah, Mr. High Society – this is class warfare, and I’m bringin’ out the BIG guns!” he said as he tightened his huge arms around Ram’s throat.
Ram’s bright blue eyes went wide with shock as Brody applied the maneuver. He sputtered and choked as his air supply was cut off by Brody’s massive biceps. His legs kicked and slid across the bedroom carpeting in what would undoubtedly leave some nasty rug burns in the morning, and his arms and hands slapped at Brody’s forearms as he strived to free himself.
Slowly Ram’s struggles began to wane. His eyelids fluttered, his choking noises became more infrequent, and his arms and legs were no longer as animated. His solid, muscular frame began to slump in Brody’s arms.
“That’s it,” Brody cooed. “We country folk are early to bed and early to rise, and it’s time for you to go to sleep now, rich boy.”
Just when Brody thought Ram was out, the bodybuilder businessman landed a big elbow to his ribs, catching the farm stud completely off-guard. Another elbow to the ribs stunned Brody enough to allow Ram to turn into the chokehold and get to one knee. Three more elbows from Ram all found their mark in Brody’s gut, allowing Ram to get to his feet and free himself from Brody’s sleeper.
“I took acting lessons for the TV commercial and film roles I was getting back when I was modeling a lot. I guess they paid off,” Ram said as he casually tilted his head from side to side to crack his neck while Brody remained on his knees, clutching his sore gut. “You remember me telling you the first time we hung out that I was a semi-pro MMA fighter back in the early 2000s?” Ram asked as he approached his rival. “I have a lot of practice dealing with chokes and counters, and I was able to turn my head at the last second to keep you from locking in the hold. I guess they haven’t covered that yet in the MMA classes you’re taking.”
“Speaking of MMA moves...” Ram added as he pulled Brody to his feet in a front chancery and landed several kneelifts into his friend’s aching midsection. He then stuffed Brody’s buzzcut head between his monstrous thighs.
Unfortunately for Brody, he was unknowingly positioned with his back at the foot of Ram’s massive bed, so his move merely dumped Ram onto the thick mattress, which completely cushioned the impact of Ram’s fall. Realizing this, Brody quickly turned and dropped an elbow to Ram’s forehead to keep the big man stunned. He then circled to the side of the bed so he was perpendicular to Ram body and dove onto the mattress with an elbow drop to Ram’s abdomen.
Ram’s body was close enough to the edge of the bed where Brody’s pelvis and legs were hanging from the mattress following his last move, which allowed the multi-job-working muscleman to rapidly regain his feet. He reached down with his strong right arm and grabbed Ram by his thick neck to pull him off the bed and deliver a high-impact maneuver, but the ram was playing possum. As Brody’s hand made contact with Ram’s throat, the deceptive bodybuilder grabbed Brody’s wrist with his hands and quickly raised his legs, wrapping them around Brody’s muscular appendage in an arm scissors.
Brody yelped in pain as he felt his arm and shoulder being torqued between Ram’s mammoth quads. He tried delivering punches with his weaker left arm, but with Ram being on a mattress, the blows didn’t have much effect since their force traveled through Ram’s body and into the shock-absorbing springs, causing Ram’s body to merely bounce and add more pressure to the hold.
Sensing he might be able to use the bedding to his advantage, Brody grabbed his own right hand with his left and began bouncing Ram’s body on the mattress to build momentum. Once the height of Ram’s bounces reached sufficient amplitude, Brody deadlifted Ram off the bed with a shout of effort and pivoted his torso to dump Ram hard on the bedroom floor, causing Ram to lose the hold.
The effort of his escape left Brody exhausted. He collapsed to his knees alongside the bed while his upper body fell onto the mattress as if making a bedside prayer, allowing Ram to roll away. The big farmboy clutched at his core, which was throbbing with pain from Ram’s earlier assault, as well as the strain of lifting Ram’s weight off the bed and the awkward way in which he twisted his torso to drop Ram to the ground.
Wanting to end the match soon, Brody decided to try a move that worked for him earlier in the evening. He willed himself to his feet and climbed onto the mattress, planning to end the match with a flying elbow to Ram’s prone body on the floor, but as he turned to execute the maneuver, he noticed that Ram was already starting to stand up. Brody realized he’d wasted too much time recuperating after his counterattack, but there was still a chance he could finish Ram in one more move. Hoping to catch his friend off-guard with a flying crossbody and pin, Brody waited until Ram was fully upright, then bounced on the bed twice and sprang into the air.
Ram was still in a bit of a daze from Brody’s recent assault, and the dim moonlight illuminating the room made it somewhat difficult for him to see, but his warrior instincts sensed something was amiss. With near-automatic reflexes, Ram held out his arms and astoundingly caught Brody in midair just as Brody’s body contacted his own. Ram’s enormous quads and shredded glutes flexed and struggled as he was forced to take a couple steps backwards from Brody’s momentum, and his huge biceps strained to support Brody’s 230-lb weight across his chest, but with a tremendous roar, Ram’s mighty frame eventually stabilized and held firm.
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| (Ram catching Brody's flying crossbody in mid-air) |
“Mother used to be cross with me for always breaking my toys so soon after she bought them,” Ram commented, then roared as he slammed Brody down in an over-the-knee backbreaker, causing Brody to howl in pain as Ram’s solid knee impacted his aching spine.
Ram held Brody’s muscular frame across his outstretched knee, breathing heavily and smirking at the site of the subdued country stud. He took his big right hand and began to fondle and stroke Brody’s cock, which was still fully erect despite his anguish.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Ram removed his hand from Brody’s dick and placed it beneath Brody’s large hamstrings to secure a good grip. He then demonstrated his tremendous strength by slowly standing and deadlifting Brody off his knee, still cradling his opponent.
“But she’d always end up buying me new ones,” Ram commented before once again slamming Brody’s large frame across his knee in another thunderous over-the-knee backbreaker, once more causing Brody to cry out in agony.
Again taking time to catch his breath and admire his handiwork, Ram placed his left hand on Brody’s thick pecs and his right hand on Brody’s own impressive quadriceps and pressed downward, driving his knee deeper into Brody’s aching back. Brody moaned in pain as his normally flexible spine was too sore to withstand Ram’s assault.
After torturing Brody for another moment, Ram again powered himself to a standing position while carrying his rival across his chest.
“After all, it’s just money!” Ram added before slamming Brody across his knee in the hardest backbreaker yet.
The impact of the third backbreaker caused Brody to scream, and the force of the blow was so immense that it bounced Brody’s body off Ram’s knee and onto the bedroom floor. Brody rolled onto his back and raised his hips into the air to alleviate the pressure from his aching lumbar area while Ram remained kneeling on one knee, stroking his own fat cock at the sight of Brody’s massively muscular body broken by his own equally-muscular frame.
With Brody’s hips in the air, his 8” rod stuck straight up like a flagpole and called attention to the gap between the floor and Brody’s spine. Ram took this as a sign. He sat on his muscular ass and slowly scooted himself next to Brody’s body, then reclined on his side facing Brody’s head. With great deliberation, he inserted one of his humungous legs in the space between the carpeting and Brody’s lumbar area and his other leg just above Brody’s navel.
With the pain he was in, Brody didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. “No, no, no, n- AAAAAAAGHHH!” he wailed as his protests were cut off by the crushing power of Ram’s monstrous quads.
Brody wanted to scream more but knew he would need to conserve as much air as possible if he was to survive Ram’s infamous side bodyscissors. He looked down at the size of Ram’s thigh muscles, which were so massive that a python or even an anaconda squeezing its prey wasn’t a proper analogy. With his love of big snakes, Brody wondered if the extinct “Titanoboa” he recently read about would be a more accurate comparison to Ram’s legs. Although his own quads were almost as large as Ram’s, Brody knew that no matter how many squats, leg presses, leg extensions, and lunges he did, his legs would never surpass Ram’s. The man’s wheels were a genetic marvel.
Yeaaaaah...” Ram crowed, giving a slight squeeze with his thighs. “Even someone as poor and stupid as you is smart enough to know that it’s all over now. I’m rich, which means I ALWAYS get what I want. I want you to scream for me; I want you to submit to my power; and I want you to take my big fat dick up that that perfect bubble butt of yours – and I want it all NOW!” Ram insisted, increasing the crushing power of his legs significantly.
Despite the considerable pain, Brody refused to concede to any of Ram’s demands, muffling his next scream to a mere “HURRRFFFF!”
“I ain’t screamin’ – UNGH! And I ain’t... submittin’!” Brody eventually managed to say, struggling to speak the words as his diaphragm was compressed. “You’re gonna have to... put me out... ‘cause I ain’t givin’ – OOOF! To a rich asshole... like you!”
Ram laughed at Brody’s defiance. “Everything that happens from this point forward is either because I want it to or because I allow it,” he stated, reducing the pressure of his hold. “The poor doing what the wealthy command – just like it should be,” he added, continuing the rich vs. poor roleplay he and Brody had engaged in since the start of their match. In reality, Ram would never say such things to Brody or anyone else for that matter, but he knew how much Brody loved role-playing, and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing his friend writhe between his freakishly large legs.
“Gonna stomp... a mudhole in you... when I get out of this...!” Brody threatened through his pain.
“When you get out of this?” Ram repeated rhetorically, then laughed. “You’re even dumber than I thought! You don’t think I can make you submit? Let’s see what you say when your internal organs start rupturing...” he challenged as he ramped up the compression of his massive thighs.
Brody’s scream slowly built in volume. “AaaaaaaAAAH! AAAAAAAAHHH!!!” he shouted as he felt his spine and innards crushed together in the steel vice of his friend’s huge legs. He had tried very hard all match to avoid being in this predicament, yet here he was, right where he didn’t want to be – and with very little strength remaining. Brody was just glad that Ram hadn’t caught his lengthy erection in the bodyscissors as well or he would’ve surely squeezed a load out of him – and his remaining resolve with it.
Ram took great pleasure in seeing his handsome rival suffer. He reached down and stroked his own thick cock, which was oozing excessive amounts of pre-cum at the sexual satisfaction he received from crushing such an amazing physical specimen as Brody – the only man he’d ever met who was his truly his equal in size, strength, and musculature. He also felt Brody’s big dick poking him in the back of his legs and sensed the stickiness of Brody’s pre-sex juices being smeared across his hamstrings.
Brody knew he was finished. The pain from Ram’s hold was excruciating, and he realized Ram probably wasn’t even using the full power of his huge legs to squeeze him. His vision began to fade due to the lack of oxygen to his brain. With no strength left to resist, Brody was just about to submit when the pressure suddenly abated.
“No – this isn’t how I want to end it,” Ram commented as he withdrew his legs from around Brody’s torso, allowing Brody to draw a huge gasp of air. “It’s too easy – and not nearly humiliating enough.”
Ram rose to a standing position and walked over to Brody. He stood over his rival and cranked out a huge most-muscular pose. The veins throughout his body stood in high relief underneath his skin as his muscles swelled with blood and powered up. His gleaming white teeth sparkled in the pale moonlight as he readied himself for his final assault.
Ram continued with his erotic manipulations. His right hand proceeded down Brody’s body to his groin area, where he fondled Brody’s bull-like balls in his palm and gently shuffled them between his fingers, causing Brody to groan in ecstasy and his eyelids to flutter. He then took both their engorged cocks in his hand and maneuvered them shaft to shaft. This was the one area of their bodies where the two men were uniquely different, as Brody’s boner was a good 8” in length and of slightly above-average girth, while Ram’s thick dick was about 5” in length and slightly less than the circumference of a beer can, resembling a small can of Red Bull energy drink.
Ram slowly began stroking both their phalluses together in his right hand. The sweat and pre-cum of both men provided more than enough lubrication for the combined jackoff. Brody once again groaned with pleasure, and both men’s breathing and heartbeats increased rapidly.
Ram moved his body closer to Brody’s so the two musclestuds’ pecs were pressed together, bringing their nipples into direct contact with each other. Ram also pressed his abs into his rival’s, making sure to align them just right to allow his extended bellybutton to insert itself into Brody’s navel in an alternate form of penetration, which was a kinky thing he knew Brody loved. The close contact allowed both men’s erections to rest against one another, enabling Ram to let go of their cocks but still have them pressed together shaft to shaft and pointing upward between them. Ram then moved even closer to Brody to bring their swollen nutsacks together as well.
Still maintaining his soft grip behind Brody’s head, Ram gently leaned his own head forward until his and Brody’s foreheads and noses were touching. The two men looked down at each other’s bodies and panted into one another’s faces with sexual desire and fatigue as the perspiration from their hard-fought battle cascaded from their scalps and down their faces, literally raining on their broad shoulders and chests.
Keeping his forehead and nose in contact with Brody’s, Ram slowly looked up and locked his steely blue eyes onto Brody’s own baby blues, then breathlessly said, “This may not be the bus stop at Walmart, po’ dunk, but this is where you get off...”
With that, Ram quickly removed his hand from behind Brody’s head and immediately slapped his massive guns around Brody’s sweaty torso in a bearhug, clasping his hands just above Brody’s tailbone but keeping Brody’s feet on the ground. Ram felt only a small amount of air rush from Brody’s airways – mostly from the surprise of the move than from any squeezing pressure – but that was because his maneuver wasn’t designed to crush; it was designed to stimulate. With their equal heights, Ram had perfectly positioned himself against each of the erogenous zones on the front half of Brody’s body, and he tightened his hold just enough to apply pressure to those areas while preventing Brody from escaping or retaliating.
Ram slowly rubbed and rocked their muscular physiques together in an undulating motion. The copious amounts of sweat allowed the smooth, paper-thin skin covering their massive muscles to easily glide along, and the furnace-like heat from the close contact of their bodies caused them to perspire even more, providing additional lubricant. Their rippled abdominal walls slipped and rubbed together, with Ram’s distended bellybutton providing even more erotic stimulation for Brody each time it moved in and out of his navel, and whenever their nipples made contact as their huge pecs slid past each other, it was like an electric shock of pleasure wired directly to both men’s brains and balls.
The heat, friction, stimulation, and lightheadedness were more than Brody could bare. After less than a minute of the erotic abuse, Brody broke Ram’s liplock and threw his head and arms back towards the skylights in Ram’s bedroom ceiling. With his eyes and teeth clenched tightly together, Brody let out a groan of euphoria as his entire body shuddered and his joystick fired a torrent of searing hot cum between both men’s muscular bodies. His “Oh face” was perfectly illuminated by the moonlight overhead, which brought a huge smile to Ram’s face.
And then something happened that Ram wasn’t expecting – he started to orgasm, too. The feeling of Brody’s body-shuddering spasm against his own frame as he finally came; of Brody’s gonads contracting against his own scrotum with each ejaculation; and of Brody’s big dick pulsating against his own cock as it released its sticky manseed onto them both already had Ram on the edge, but when Ram finally stopped shaking Brody and merely held him in his arms, a few dollops of Brody’s cum dripped from the base of their abdomens and landed on Ram’s bulbous cockhead – the last drop landing directly in Ram’s gaping urethra and causing his manmeat to erupt in an explosive emission.
Ram’s initial load coated the underside of Brody’s shaft, but his spunk was so thick, heavy, and voluminous that it mostly fell back onto his own knob, covering the top of it like lava covering the top of a volcano after a sudden eruption. He laid the right side of his face on Brody’s huge pecs and shut his eyes tightly, pursing his lips in a grimace of ecstasy as he squeezed the country stud’s muscular body and crotch still harder into his own with his bearhug and creamed against his friend’s still-spurting shaft.
A Technicality?
The two sweaty, naked gladiators laid together panting, both too exhausted to move. Ram eventually found the energy to roll himself to his right side and off Brody’s body – the stickiness of their combined loads gently tugging at his skin as he did so. The friends laid side-by-side on their backs for several minutes staring at the moonlight streaming through the skylights overhead. Their massive abs heaved several inches at a time as they continued to gulp in air.
After catching their breath and clearing their heads from their mind-blowing orgasms, Ram turned his head to the right to look at his friend lying beside him and held up his right fist for a fistbump. “Good match,” the fetching bodybuilder said – his steel-blue eyes shimmering even in the dim lighting.
Brody turned his head to the left to look at Ram and bumped his left fist with him, then replied, “Yeah, but it’s not over.”
“What do you mean it’s not over?” Ram asked with surprise. “You came first!”
“Yeah, but this wasn’t a first-to-cum-loses match,” Brody stated.
“Bullshit!” Ram protested as he sat up. “You lost fair and square!”
“NUH-UH!” Brody playfully complained as he sat up, too, sounding like a kindergartner who’d just been upended by his own rules in a game of playground pretend.
“’Nuh-UH’?” Ram questioned. “What are we, five?!” he added with a slight laugh.
“This wasn’t a first-to-cum-loses match, and you never pinned me, submitted me, or made me pass out,” Brody indicated as he rose to his knees and faced his rival. “You had your chance to pin me when you were laying on top me after we both unloaded, but you never made the count. Sure, you made me blow my wad, and that weakened me a lot, but then you came, too, which means you’re just as drained as I am now, so we’re even again.” To emphasize his point, Brody began stroking his cock back to fully-erect status, which had hardly diminished in size since he blew his load.
Sensing his opponent’s intentions, Ram quickly got to his knees before Brody could launch an attack. His monster-sized member had also barely shrunken in size since he ejaculated, and he began to fondle his own tool back to full power as well.
“That’s cool,” Ram smirked as the two hulking men faced each other on their knees, mere inches apart, holding their engorged phalluses in their hands. “I love mashing the cum out of your dick with nothing but my big, thick cock, and if you want me to do it again, so much the better!”
“One of these days, I’m gonna squash the grease out of that fat sausage of yours with my rolling pin,” said Brody, who was now rubbing the head of his penis like a professional billiards player chalks a pool cue, causing it to make small squelching sounds from the remnants of his recent emission. This was the second time in their encounters that Ram had crushed a load out of him using a bearhug – the initial instance being the very first time they wrestled one another. Brody had won Ram’s mask and character gimmick from The Cave by winning the third and final fall of their exhausting 90-minute match, but he gave Ram a chance to win it back with a post-match first-to-cum-loses challenge. The two had locked up in a mutual bearhug, and Brody was the first to blow, with Ram a mere two seconds behind him – very similar to how the current evening’s events had just transpired.
“And your dick may be thicker than mine, but you’re forgetting one thing...” Brody added.
“What’s that?” Ram asked.
“Mine has the reach advantage!” Brody grinned as he suddenly took his lengthy rod and whacked the head of Ram’s tool with it.
Brody’s rubbing of his own helmet had somewhat numbed it to the impact, just as he had secretly planned. For Ram, however, the swift and unexpected nature of Brody’s attack on his sensitive post-ejaculation cockhead caused the wealthy bodybuilder to curse in pain and bend over to clutch his aching dong, bringing his head within easy reach of Brody’s hands. Brody capitalized by grasping Ram’s cranium and rolling him over into a small-package pinning position, causing both men’s naked glutes to rise in the air.
“One! Two!” Brody counted as Ram kicked and struggled mightily, freeing himself just before Brody counted “Three”.
The two combatants immediately rose to their knees and faced each other again, hands out, ready for the other’s next move but relaxed slightly when both realized that neither was ready for another attack.
“Dang, I almost had you,” the frisky farmboy said with a big smile on his face as he snapped his fingers in faux disappointment.
“We’ll be at this all night,” Ram commented. “It’s almost 1:00am, and you have to work how many jobs tomorrow?” he asked.
“Tomorrow’s an easy day,” Brody proclaimed. “I work my mechanic job from 9 to 1, then I have to meet with Javier to go over some business stuff with Rival Pro Wrestling and film a couple matches – which might be a little rough after the beating you’ve given me tonight!” he grinned. “Then I’m hoping to get in some gym time, grab some dinner, and catch a nap before I have to work security at that new nightclub, ‘La Vie’, from 10 o’clock until about 4 in the morning.”
Even in the pale moonlight of the room, Brody could see the look of concern on Ram’s face.
“But you let ME worry about that,” the good-natured country stud added as he walked on his knees closer to Ram and placed his calloused right hand on Ram’s smooth, rounded left delt. “I don’t need a lot of sleep. Besides, beating you for this last fall won’t take much longer!” he playfully smirked as he removed his hand and gave another most-muscular pose.
Taking Ram’s actions as a sign that he was ready to resume the match, Brody rebounded on his knees from Ram’s last push with a stiff haymaker to the side of his friend’s head. Ram paused and stared at the floor for a moment as he slowly reached up with his right hand and caressed his superhero-like jaw where Brody’s fist had impacted. He then looked at Brody, lowered his hand, and gave a slight smile as if to say “nice one”, but his smile instantly dissipated as he retaliated with a punch to Brody’s skull.
Brody pretended to go cross-eyed for a moment from Ram’s blow to “sell” the move, then fired-off a stiff forearm shot to the side of Ram’s head. Ram winced from the blow, then began huffing and puffing air to psych himself up before returning fire with a forearm shot of his own.
Brody rocked sideways on his knees from Ram’s attack but eventually returned to a vertical position, bringing his hand to his chin and moving his jaw back and forth pretending to check for a dislocation to play-up the action. He looked at Ram and grinned, causing Ram to grin in return. The two friends then began to lay into each other with rapid punches, forearms, and clubbing overhead strikes.
There was no pause in the action as both bodybuilders engaged in an all-out brawl – or a “donnybrook” as Brody liked to call it. Blows that would’ve felled normal men were but rough play to the two supermen as they rose to their feet while continuing their assault on one another. Ram eventually launched an open-hand palm thrust to Brody’s solar plexus, but the beefy bouncer absorbed the blow by flexing his thick chest. Brody then grabbed Ram’s head in his big farm hands and delivered a headbutt.
The collision of skull against skull caused both men to stagger backwards, with Ram’s back facing the foot of the enormous bed. The muscular multimillionaire brought both his hands up to his face to massage his head and alleviate the pain, as he’d never been headbutted without the cushioning of his Ram mask from The Cave protecting him. Brody also felt the effects of his own move, bringing his right palm up to his forehead and briefly wincing before shaking the stars out of his head.
Since Brody was the one who initiated the headbutt, he was better prepared for the maneuver and therefore recovered from it more quickly than his opponent. Noticing that Ram still seemed dazed by the move, the country powerhouse decided to use another surprise attack to end the match. He quickly stomped his big right foot on the carpet twice to pump himself up and – with flexibility belying a man of his size from his years of gymnastics training – fired off a superkick aimed directly at Ram’s head.
As with earlier in the round, Ram’s combat instincts from his time as a semi-pro MMA fighter took control of his body. Although he couldn’t see Brody’s superkick coming, he sensed its approach and reactively dodged it. The whiffed move left Brody closer to the bed than Ram and slightly off-balance, allowing Ram to utilize his martial arts training and his recent ballet practice to deliver a spinning roundhouse kick to the back of Brody’s head. Ram didn’t want to hurt his friend, so he made the kick a glancing blow, but it was enough to both surprise and stun the hard-working hunk and cause him to stumble in a semi-circle until he was facing Ram. With Brody momentarily incapacitated and perfectly aligned between himself and the foot of the bed, the former football star saw his chance.
“YOU’RE MINE!” Ram shouted before charging into Brody’s shredded midsection full speed with a devasting spear tackle – Ram’s favorite finishing move.
The force of Ram’s attack took both men off their feet and caused them to land hard on the bedding together. After all the abuse the piece of furniture had taken from the evening’s action, the force of both huge bodies hitting it at the same time caused the structural integrity of the frame to fail. With a loud CRACK, the railing splintered out of the wooden headboard and collapsed, causing the mattress and box springs to fall to the floor with the two musclemen on top. Fortunately, the massive headboard of Ram’s California king-size bed was anchored to the wall, and the bed didn’t have a footboard, so both men were safe from anything falling on them.
The spear tackle left Ram on top of Brody, and with the wind driven from his friend’s lungs by the impact, Ram knew he need not fear a counterattack. He therefore positioned himself between Brody’s thick legs and lifted them up, stacking the big man on his neck and upper back, knowing that the mattress would be too soft for Brody to lift his shoulders to break the pin attempt.
“One! Two! THREE!” Ram counted, officially ending the match.
Stakes
Ram released Brody’s legs and let them drop to the mattress. With Brody laying on his back and Ram on his knees between Brody’s thighs, the victorious muscleman roared with dominance as he crunched out a huge front lat spread pose. The veins his upper body bulged with the adrenaline rush of his hard-fought victory over the most evenly-matched opponent he could ever ask for.
“You’re getting a lot better with your trash talk,” Brody admired. “You’re gonna be GREAT as Ram in The Zodiac. You’ll be cutting promos on camera in no time!”
Ram growled with a mix of authority and pleasure as Brody groped his powerful physique while he continued his posing. “I learned it from you,” he stated. “You’re so damned clever with all those country slogans you come up with. It really forces me to think.”
“Good match, bud,” Brody congratulated. “Even if you had to cheat to win,” he grinned.
“Using the mattress to get the pin...” Brody accused, still smiling.
“You had a chance to do the same thing to me when you had me down here while I had your arm scissored,” Ram argued. “That’s when I came up with the idea. I was like, ‘Oh shit – if he pins me now, there’s no way I’ll be able to lift my shoulders.’ I thought for sure you had me, but you didn’t think to go for the pin – just like I didn’t think to go for the pin when I was on top of you after we both came. So, like you said a couple minutes ago, we’re even.”
“I’m just messin’ with you, man!” Brody laughed. “You’re just lucky I’m so tired from working all day – otherwise I wouldn’t have missed that opportunity. And, of course, there’s no way you would’ve overpowered me if I wasn’t so beat,” he teased.
“Whatever,” Ram said, resuming his posing. “Look at this shit!” he added, admiring his muscles. “Look at this SHIT! THIS is why you’re ‘so beat’ – as in ‘defeated’!”
“Only when you make me earn it,” Ram stated. “Without struggle, dominance is pointless, and the harder the struggle, the stronger it makes the victor. Survival of the Fittest. Natural selection. The strongest traits being passed from one generation to the next. Speaking of which...” he paused as he finished his posing routine and leered lustfully down at Brody, “... it’s time for this dominant male to assert his breeding rights!”
Ram leaned over Brody’s body and opened the top drawer of the nearby nightstand. From the drawer he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He then leaned back on his knees and tore the wrapper of the condom open.
“Sorry about your bed,” Brody apologized as Ram prepped them both for sex.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ram casually replied. “I’ve been meaning to get a new one, anyway. Maybe I’ll have one custom made that’s a permanent part of the room, like one made of poured concrete or something so we can keep playing rough like this,” he winked, once again flashing his glimmering smile and causing Brody to laugh.
“Thanks for not letting me win tonight – even after my bad day,” Brody said in earnest.
“I know how much you hate having things handed to you,” Ram stated before placing his hands on Brody’s legs and asking, “Ready?”
Brody inhaled deeply. “This is always the hard part,” he mentioned, then closed his eyes and said, “Ready.”
“I used a bunch of lube,” Ram advised as he lifted his friend’s big legs and rested Brody’s calves on his mountainous traps.
Ram knew Brody still wasn’t used to handling his monster dick inside him, so he always took things slow out of concern for his new friend’s discomfort. Ram gently inserted the mushroom-like head of his thick cock into Brody’s muscular ass, causing Brody to wince and gasp in both pleasure and pain.
“This hurts worse than any hold you put me in tonight,” Brody said, but only half-jokingly.
“Almost in,” Ram noted. “The good thing about having a stumpy dick like mine is we don’t have very far to go.”
With great deliberation, Ram slowly inserted his entire 5” hog inside the farmer, causing both men to sigh with gratification as Brody’s innards enveloped Ram’s manmeat.
“Let’s just rest here a moment,” Ram suggested, allowing Brody time to adjust to Ram’s girth.
Eventually, Ram began a very gentle rocking of his hips – just a few centimeters at first, then gradually longer. As he moved, Brody moaned loudly with pleasure.
“Feel better now?” Ram asked.
Brody groaned in response. “It feels like you’re everywhere inside me,” he gasped.
Ram began to pick up the pace of his fuck. His muscular, straited glutes and humungous quads flexed with power. Both men were breathing heavily again, with the normally subdued Brody’s moans now filling the large bedroom as Ram pounded his conquest aggressively in an almost primal sort of way. The sound of Ram’s taut hips slapping against Brody’s beautiful backside reverberated around the eight walls and high paneled ceilings of the octagonal-shaped bedroom. The room looked even more like a temple now with the moonbeams shining through the darkness than it did when Brody first entered the room with the lights on, and the two bodybuilders’ lovemaking resembled some hedonistic sexual ritual on the altar.
Brody’s dick began leaking pre-cum again. He tried grabbing it to relieve himself, but the strength of Ram’s thrusts and the combination of pleasure and discomfort of having such a large object inside him forced him to keep bringing his hands to the mattress to brace himself and to clench his fists to ward off the pain.
Noticing his friend’s predicament but unable to assist with Brody’s legs on his shoulders, Ram panted, “This doesn’t have to be good... for just one of us... Wanna go tubing... down the Grand Canyon?” he asked as he continued drilling Brody with his self-described battering ram.
“Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh, fuck yeah...” Brody moaned as Ram plowed him. “I love tubing... down the Grand Canyon...”
Ram slowed his thrusting to a stop and gently pulled out of Brody. The two musclestuds quickly switched places on the bed, with Ram laying on his back and Brody mounting his friend’s hips. Brody then carefully impaled himself on Ram’s fat spike again. Once full penetration was achieved, the country stud leaned forward onto Ram’s torso so that his 8” tube rested in the deep, canyon-like cleft between Ram’s thick abdominal muscles.
Brody slowly began sliding his body up and down Ram’s sweaty torso. The copious amounts of sweat covering both men’s bodies – combined with their smooth skin and near-zero bodyfat – made for an almost frictionless surface between their shredded frames. As Brody moved, his ass slid up and down Ram’s cock, simulating sexual thrusts. Meanwhile, his own dick glided through the deep groove in Ram’s abdominal wall, which was quickly filling with both bodybuilders’ combined perspiration and Brody’s pre-cum juices as Ram’s distended bellybutton stimulated the underside of Brody’s shaft whenever it passed over the protrusion.
The feeling of their ripped physiques and swollen phalluses rubbing and sliding against, between, and inside each other had both men moaning in ecstasy. Their unique relationship made them perfectly in tune to one another’s minds, bodies, thoughts, and sensations. With Brody handling the fucking for him, Ram was free to concentrate on flexing his abs to envelop Brody’s penis and bring his friend to further arousal, and as Brody picked up the pace of his sliding, he flexed his own muscular glutes around his friend’s mighty member to bring him greater pleasure.
The added pressure and sensation from Brody’s butt around his cock was all Ram could take. With a sudden and unexpected short yelp, followed by a longer groan, the contents of Ram’s dick emptied inside the condom within Brody’s body cavity with Ram’s second orgasm in less than 15 minutes.
The feeling of Ram’s enormous cockhead swelling inside him and then erupting its milky essence – combined with a particularly pleasurable pass of his own shaft over Ram’s protruding navel – caused Brody to sigh heavily as his rod once again spewed hot jizz all over both men’s shredded midsections. Brody continued his sliding, spreading his seed across his and Ram’s stomachs until every last drop of cum was pumped from Ram’s nuts and rubbed from Brody’s balls.
Brody fell completely limp on top of Ram. With their sweat-and-semen-covered torsos almost perfectly aligned, their ridiculously muscular bodies seemed almost melded together, and their big muscleguts heaved against each other as they both gasped for breath. Their massive hard-ons eventually abated, allowing Ram’s cock to gently slip from Brody’s body, but Ram’s dick was so thick even in its flaccid state that the condom remained stretched across it.
The two men laid in this position for several minutes as they regained their air and cleared their heads from the erotic euphoria they’d just experienced. As their breathing began to return to normal, Ram once again said, “God I love hanging out with you,” before adding, “What did I ever do for fun before I met you?”
With Brody still catching his breath, Ram continued talking. “You know, if you didn’t have to work so much, we could do this a lot more often. All night – every night! I know I said after our first time together that I wasn’t sure if our relationship would ever develop into a romance but that I hoped it was the start of a beautiful ‘bromance’. Well, I have to say that I really enjoy being with you, Brody. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you in it. What I’m trying to say is I... I... I LOVE you, man. There, I said it, and I don’t care if I jinx it. I want you and the whole world to know how I feel.”
Brody’s breathing had slowed considerably. He muttered something so softly that Ram could barely hear it, let alone understand it.
“We’re gonna be in our late 30s soon, which is almost halfway to the current life expectancy for the average American male,” Ram added. “I know you’re too proud to accept money, and I’d never want you to think you’re a ‘trophy boy’ or anything by hanging out with a rich guy like me, but if I can help you get your wrestling federation off the ground, you wouldn’t have to work so much, and we could spend a lot more time together hanging out and having fun. I think you’ve got a great concept with that whole Zodiac idea, and it could make you a lot of money if it’s handled right. I have a bunch of business contacts and resources we could use to bring your vision to life if you’re willing to let me help you. I could be like a silent partner that provides the startup capital to take Rival Pro Wrestling to the next level. What do you think about that?”
When Brody didn’t respond, Ram repeated, “I said, what do you think about that? Brody? Brody?”
It was then that Ram heard the sound of Brody softly snoring.
“Maybe this wasn’t the best time to bring it up. Dude’s had a long day,” Ram said quietly to himself as he reached up and rubbed the farmboy’s fuzzy, close-cropped hair.
With Brody fast asleep on top of him, the big country stud’s dead weight was becoming a bit uncomfortable for Ram. The wealthy event promoter carefully peeled their bodies apart from the stickiness of Brody’s most recent load and gently moved Brody’s hefty frame beside him on the mattress so as not to wake his friend. Brody lightly stirred but remained asleep, subconsciously smacking his lips from dry-mouth and rolling toward Ram to nestle against him for warmth as the evaporating sweat and powerful air conditioning of Ram’s home began to chill both men’s blood.
Ram sat up and removed the spent condom from his loins. He tossed it in a nearby wastebasket, then reached for some Purell on the nightstand and cleaned off his hands. Afterwards, he leaned over, pulled an extra blanket out of one of the drawers of the nightstand, and used it to cover himself and Brody since they were both laying on top the bedsheets. Once finished, he turned on his side to face Brody, propping himself on his elbow and resting his temple on his fist as he gazed lovingly at the innocent visage of the slumbering muscleman next to him.
“I can’t believe someone who works so much and has so many worries can still be so light-hearted,” Ram spoke softly to himself. “Well, you’ve worked hard enough, my friend. It’s time for you to enjoy life. I’ll be the Prince Charming to your Cinderella, and our story WILL have a ‘Happily Ever After’. I’m gonna help you become so successful that you’ll never worry about money again.”
The Next Morning
Brody woke to the aroma of bacon, eggs, and coffee emanating from Ram’s kitchen. He opened his eyes to see Ram standing in his underwear – already showered – looking out the smaller but still very large windows on either side of the bedroom’s glass wall, seemingly deep in thought. In truth, Ram actually was deep in thought devising ways to help his friend expand his wrestling business.
“Mmmm... what time is it?” Brody asked groggily with a big stretch, then yawned while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“A little after 7,” Ram replied, folding his arms across his massive chest.
“Figured we could have some breakfast and get you on the road by 8 so you’ll have plenty of time to make it to your mechanic job by 9,” Ram stated. “Why don’t you shower and get dressed while I finish getting things ready in the kitchen?”
“You better hurry up, then,” Brody said, “because you’re about to see how fast a country boy gets ready for a morning meal!”
With that, Brody leaped from the broken bed, grabbed his gym bag from the floor, and ran into Ram’s ensuite bathroom in what could only be described as a cross between a sprint and a waddle – his morning wood flopping playfully from side to side as he moved.
Ram chuckled. It was these moments of youthful, exuberant behavior that added to the already lengthy list of things he liked about Brody. Being around Brody made Ram feel like a kid again, taking him back to a time when life was simpler and a lot more enjoyable.
As promised, Brody had showered and was in the kitchen within 10 minutes, ready to eat. In his hunger, he only put on a pristine pair of white underwear and an equally-clean white T-shirt rather than taking the time to get fully dressed so he could eat sooner. Since the cleavage between his massive pecs hadn’t yet dried from his shower, he pulled the bottom of his T-shirt over the back of his head to let his chest air dry. Brody then sat himself in a tall chair at Ram’s breakfast counter.
Brody smiled devilishly and began bouncing his exposed pecs, knowing his chest never failed to turn Ram on.
“You better stop that or you won’t be making it to work today,” Ram teasingly threatened as he stood in front of the kitchen doorway, blocking Brody’s exit.
“Yup,” Ram replied as he served Brody his meal, which Brody began devouring ravenously. “You know how superstitious we athletes are,” he added as he sat across the narrow side of the counter from Brody. “I call these my ‘lucky underwear’ because of how that night turned out. I had no idea how things would go when I was on my way to meet you that afternoon. I was so nervous. I didn’t know what you were into or if you were some kid of homophobe or sociopath, but it ended up being the best day of my life and better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Youhr making me bwush!” Brody stated bashfully as he looked over at his friend – his mouth full of food. He tried very hard to prevent the smile forming on his face so the contents of his palate wouldn’t spill out but couldn’t quite stifle his grin, so he focused on keeping his lips shut tightly, which gave him the appearance of a playful overgrown man-child.
“I know what you mean, though,” Brody said after swallowing, “I’ve actually stopped wearing that pair of red and white CK boxer- briefs I had on then because I don’t want anything to happen to them. They’re safely tucked away in the bottom of my dresser. That was such an awesome first round that night. Me in red CK boxer-briefs; you in blue CK boxer-briefs – and totally by coincidence. Our very first match with each other started out as red versus blue – the two main primary colors, always at odds with each other – but with both of us wearing the same style of underwear and by the same designer. So alike, but so different – that’s so like us!”
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| (Brody and Ram the very first time they wrestled each other under the premise of a "private pro wrestling lesson") |
“To dreams coming true,” Ram toasted with his cup of coffee.
Brody picked up his mug of coffee also, swallowed his current mouthful, and clanged cups with Ram.
“To dreams coming true,” Brody repeated.
Plans in Motion
After the quick meal, Brody offered to help Ram clean up the kitchen, but Ram declined.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ram stated. “Imelda’s coming over to clean at 9.”
“AWWW!” Brody pouted. “I’m gonna miss Imelda?! I love her!”
“She loves you, too, man,” Ram replied. “She asks about you all the time, and she’s very happy I met you. She’s been the family’s head housekeeper in California since my grandfather moved here when I was very young, and she took care of me during all the time I spent out here growing up when school wasn’t in session back in New England. My grandmother died before I was born, so Imelda has been like a grandmother to me my whole life and my main confidant. She was actually the first person I came out to, and she held me in her arms all night long as I cried in fear about what was going to happen to me and my family once my secret got out and then cried in relief for finally getting that weight off my chest. She sang to me gently in Spanish that night, and even though I didn’t understand most of the words, it was so soothing, you know?”
Brody reached his muscular arms around Ram’s broad shoulders and hugged him gently. “I love her even more now,” he said.
“You’d better finished getting dressed, buddy,” Ram advised. “It’s a long drive back to the city.”
Brody disappeared down the hallway and into Ram’s bedroom and emerged 10 minutes later fully dressed, teeth brushed, and his belongings gathered up in his gym bag. Still in his underwear, Ram walked Brody to the large double front door, where the two friends hugged each other tightly as Brody thanked Ram for a wonderful evening and an even better breakfast.
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine,” Ram said as they finally broke their embrace, then added, “Is that what you get to wear to your mechanic job?” as he admired Brody’s outfit. “I guess you’re putting the ‘body’ in ‘body shop’!”
“Speaking of which, don’t forget to return the stripper suit,” Ram reminded.
Brody craned his head around to take another look at the interior of Ram’s immaculate mansion. “I can’t believe you live in this big house all by yourself,” the humble country hunk commented. “Don’t you ever get lonely out here? Or scared?”
“I actually kinda like the solitude,” Ram stated. “I deal with people all day long, so it’s nice to get some peace and quiet out here. I also entertain clients and guests here a lot, and people often end up spending the night. And even when I’m here by myself, I’m never really ‘alone’ because when you’re a member of one of the world’s richest families and heir to one the world’s largest companies, true privacy is the one luxury you can’t afford. Kidnappings and ransoms are a very real threat, so there’s all kinds of security monitoring this place. Someone’s always watching over me. In fact, I got about five alerts when you pulled up to the gate last night!” Both men chuckled at the thought of Brody’s perceived “threat”.
Brody placed his hand on the doorknob to leave but paused for a moment as if in thought. He then removed his hand from the doorknob and turned to face Ram, looking as his friend earnestly.
“Why do you do it, man?” Brody asked. “Why do you do all these nice things for me? What are you getting out of it in return?”
“You mean besides the best wrestling of my life and all the hot sex?!” Ram laughed but quickly changed his tone when he saw Brody was serious.
“I mean it,” Brody stated. “I have, like, nothing to offer you except wrestling and sex, but that’s as much a gift for me as it is for you.”
“Brody,” Ram said as he placed his right hand on his friend’s solid left shoulder. “You are, without question, one of the nicest, FUNNIEST, most creative and intelligent people I’ve ever met. You make my life better in so many ways just by being who you are. You’re a genuine good person – do you know how rare that is here in L.A.? Do you know how rare that is in the sneaky, underhanded promotions industry where I work and the stuffy, upper-crust society I come from? I was so lonely before I met you and–”
“Lonely?!” Brody scoffed. “You know half of Hollywood! How can a guy like you be lonely?”
“There’s a difference between knowing people and being close with them,” Ram explained. “I’m not like 99.9% of the people I know, so I’ve always felt ‘different’ – until I met you. You told me when we first met that I was everything you’ve always wanted to be. Well, you’re everything I’VE always wanted to be! You’re wholesome and good-natured and down-to-earth, but you’re also spirited and hard-working and have these wonderfully creative dreams and dreams – not to mention the best sense of humor of anyone I know! And like you said, I know A LOT of people!”
“Plus,” Ram continued, “do you remember during our very first match together – on one of the rare occasions when you were dominating me and feeling cocky – you flexed your arms while standing over me and said, ‘Just look at me!’? Well, just look at you! You’re a total stud! Not only do you have a body chiseled out of stone, you have these ruggedly handsome yet playfully charming features that literally make me weak in the knees. And as you said last night, all that muscle isn’t just for show – it can go! You’re tough as nails! Between your big beautiful brain, your big powerful body, and your big loving heart, you challenge me mentally, creatively, physically, and emotionally in ways I’ve never been tested before – but all in good ways, and I absolutely love it. I honestly don’t know how I got through life before you came along.”
Brody looked down at the floor with a meek smile.
“Does that clear things up for you?” Ram asked. “Are we good now? Are we square?”
Without warning, Brody rushed Ram and wrapped his big arms around his friend, squeezing him tightly as he began sobbing on the surprised stud’s shoulder.
“What’s all this for?” Ram asked as Brody’s tears rained down on his bare shoulder.
Brody finally composed himself and released Ram to wipe the tears from his own eyes and from Ram’s body.
“It’s just that I’ve never meant anything to anyone before – except maybe Buck,” Brody stated as he sniffed and pulled a tissue out of his gym bag to blow his nose. “And with this whole mess between me and Cody and Ryan, I feel like I’m losing what few friends I have.”
“Hey, don’t worry about Cody and Ryan,” Ram said as he once again placed his hand on Brody’s shoulder. “They just need to let off some steam. Besides, it’s always darkest before the dawn, right? And even the worst storms pass eventually.”
Brody sniffed as he put his hand on Ram’s shoulder and said, “Everything you said about how you feel about me, I feel the same about you, but a hundred times more,” he said.
“In that case, I feel the same, except a thousand time more,” Ram added as he playfully up the ante.
“The same, but a million times more,” Brody countered with a slight smile.
“The same, but a million times more, plus one!” Ram grinned.
“The same, but a million times more, PLUS INFINITY!” Brody emphatically stated, causing both men to laugh from their playground antics despite being in their mid-30s.
“Feeling better?” Ram asked.
“Yes. You always make me feel better,” Brody replied.
“We’ll keep working on that self-esteem,” Ram promised, then asked, “Out of curiosity, do you happen to remember any of the stuff I said after sex last night?”
“Sorry, man – I don’t,” Brody admitted. “I’m normally all about pillow-talk, but I was so worn-out that I passed out right after I came that second time. Why, was it something important?”
“Nothing we can’t discuss later,” Ram said. “It’s just that you said something to me late last night, and I think it may have been important, but you were so tired that you kinda mumbled it, and I couldn’t understand what you were saying. Then you fell asleep.”
“That sounds like something I’d do!” Brody laughed. “I remember laying on top of you and hearing you talk, and I remember feeling the vibrations in your chest against mine as you spoke. It was like being on one of those vibrating beds, you know? It was so relaxing. Your voice was so mellow, and you felt so warm and comfortable that I was out like a light. I’m really sorry I don’t remember our conversation, but I’ve been practicing yoga and meditation for about 16 years now to help me deal with my anxiety, so I’ll meditate on it tonight and see if I recorded anything in the ol’ subconscious,” he added, tapping at his temple.
“Sounds good,” Ram smiled.
“And I’m serious, man – if there’s ever anything I can do for you, please let me know,” Brody reaffirmed.
“Well, since you brought it up, I actually could use your help with something...” Ram stated.
“Name it,” said Brody.
“I’m planning an important business trip in the next few weeks, and I’d like you to join me,” Ram explained.
“Sure thing,” Brody replied. “I’ll set up the protection services through the security firm I work for, and–”
“Not as my bodyguard,” Ram interrupted. “As my business associate.”
Brody started at Ram, puzzled. “As your business associate?” he questioned.
“Do you think you could take a week off from your jobs?” Ram asked. “I’d pay for all your travel expenses, and I’d compensate you for any lost wages that week since you’ll be helping me out.”
“I have to give two weeks’ notice to request any time off, so as long as your trip is more than two weeks from now, I’d love to go,” Brody replied. “I don’t know a lot about business, though, so I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.”
“I mainly need you there to help me read people during our negotiations,” Ram said. “You seem to be a pretty good judge of character, and you might learn a few business strategies you can apply to your own company,” he added.
“Sounds great, man,” Brody said. “I guess it was dumb of me to think you needed a bodyguard for your trip because we both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself!” he added, causing both men to laugh.
“I’ll request the time off today,” Brody continued, “but I’d better get going now before I’m late. How about a quick hug for the road? I’ll definitely be late if we kiss,” he grinned.
After another quick embrace and a few mutual pats on each other’s broad backs, Brody opened the door, letting in the Southern California heat and sunshine. He walked past Ram’s exotic car collection in the driveway and got in his truck, which chugged and sputtered to life as he turned the key in the ignition. Ram waved from the doorway as the old pickup rumbled down the driveway, through the security gate, and onto the winding mountain road. Ram could still hear the vehicle a mile down the street, which caused him to shake his head and chuckle.
Ram got dressed and enjoyed another cup of coffee as he caught up on the latest business, entertainment, and sports news in his study. He eventually heard the noise of a car door slamming shut outside, followed shortly thereafter by the sound of the front door being unlocked. After listening to the front door open and close, Ram heard the familiar sing-songy yet slightly screechy voice of the grandmotherly woman he’d known for most of his life.
“Hola, Señor Raaaaam. ¿Está aquí?” Imelda called, using the formal greeting that an employee uses when addressing an employer in Spanish.
“Sí, Imelda,” Ram replied as he rose from his desk and exited the study to greet his guest. “¿Como estás?” Ram asked in the more informal conjugation.
“Ah, bien. ¿Y tú?” Imelda asked.
“Muy bien,” Ram replied as he entered the foyer and gave the diminutive woman a gentle hug. “Muy, MUY bien,” he added with a smile.
“Ah, was Señor Brody here last night?” Imelda asked in heavily accented English, a smile forming across her cherubic face.
“Sí”, Ram replied.
“¡Ah, me gusta Señor Brody! ¡Es un buen niño!” Imelda said, her smile broadening.
“¿Niño?” Ram questioned. “He’s the same age I am!”
“Sí,” Imelda replied, “but I am old. Everyone is a niño to me – including you. You’ll always be my ‘Guapito’ – my handsome little niño,” she added as she gently pinched Ram’s cheek and patted his lantern-like jaw, making the good-looking businessman blush.
“Old but still beautiful,” Ram said as he bent over and gave Imelda a kiss on top of her head. He then noticed Imelda’s classic black- and-white maid’s ensemble. “You know you don’t have to wear that outfit here,” he griped.
“It makes me feel importante,” Imelda smiled.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way,” Ram stated, “because I have some important tasks for you today. Since Brody spent the night, the sheets in the master bedroom will need to be washed thoroughly, and the carpeting, windows, and walls in there should probably be cleaned, too. But the special job I have for you is to order me a new bed. It, uh... ‘broke’ last night.”
Putting two and two together, Imelda gave a sly smile, placed her right hand over her mouth, and blushed. She then removed her hand from her lips and admiringly said, “Señor Brody es MUY fuerte...” sounding like a love-struck schoolgirl.
“Yes, very strong indeed,” Ram agreed, smiling sheepishly in return. “But he still doesn’t realize it yet – at least not how mentally strong he is. We’re gonna work on fixing that, starting right now...”
With that, Ram pulled out his cell phone, searched his contacts until he found the name he was looking for, and pressed “Call”. After two rings, a deep yet friendly voice answered, “Hello?”
“Ryan?” Ram replied. “It’s Ram. Are you free to meet for lunch today? I have a business proposition I’d like to discuss with you involving The Cave. You’re gonna love it ...”
The End
It's a real honor to be granted one of your usual story slots, Alex! Thank you very much!
ReplyDeleteA word of warning to the readers: The setup in these first few chapters will be a bit lengthy to establish the overall narrative, but I tried to make up for it with extra long, extra hot action in each story for those who make it through! :)
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Aw, they're so hot, but so sweet! :) The whole Zodiac thing sounds cool, and I love what Ram said, "if handled correctly." How many times watching wrestling have you been like, "That could've been cool, if only they hadn't..." or "That was really neat, until they went and..."
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sean! What I love the most about Brody and Ram is they’re physically identical in almost every way – not only in Alex’s universe, but in real life as well. The models upon which they’re based are the same height and weight and are only months apart in age.
DeleteWhere it gets really interesting, though, is the unique personalities Alex has given them. In that aspect, they couldn’t be more different. Ram is wealthy, while Brody struggles for success. Ram is all business, while Brody is a pretty emotional guy. Ram could learn to lighten up a little and have some fun, while Brody could use some help getting his act together. They’re literally perfect for each other. :)
And I definitely hear you on doing wrestling gimmicks right! I was SO into Bray Wyatt and the Wyatt Family when they went to RAW in the WWE. I was like, "FINALLY! Something new and different!" Bray Wyatt was so charismatic. He could've been the new Undertaker-type character for the next generation, and the Wyatt Family itself left the door open to so many "relatives" and followers joining the roster like Braun Strowman did. It could've been like the good old days when Jimmy Hart and Bobby Heenan managed “stables” of wrestlers, or when the nWo grew so large that it rivaled the main roster of WCW. Strength in numbers makes for a greater threat and a better storyline (SPOILER ALERT: There are 12 Zodiac signs!), and with the big push towards the women's roster, the WWE could've been super-progressive and included female members in the Family as well. Alas, as the WWE so often does, they burned a great idea and buried great talent in favor of stars who are well past their prime.
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Magnificent! So hot! So well written! I can't wait to see where this goes!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sharlin! It's comments like these that make all the hard work worth it! :)
DeleteI hope you're in for a long journey because I have an entire series planned involving characters from several of Alex's universes -- including a few guys we've only seen once or twice who I found really interesting and would like to see more of. I have all the chapters storyboarded out, but my job doesn't allow me a lot of time for writing, so this saga will most likely play out over several years. I'm committed to completing the project, though, and I promise to make it an epic tale for anyone who's willing to follow it!
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