Gladiators On The Web...
Pec Fight by [email protected]

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

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

His friends having left hours earlier, the 19-year-old Latino stayed in the empty gym to further strengthen his awesome chest before the finals of the Perfect Pecs contest the next day. Sponsored by a national workout equipment company, Tomas would secure the championship for an unprecedented third time if he clinched it tomorrow.

The stakes were high with product endorsements and the pride of gyms across the country on the line. A couple of bodybuilders from out-of-town had gotten in Tomas� face in the parking lot after the first day of competition this year and the trash talk quickly led to a fist fight. Tomas was used to tough street fights, however, and finished the punks off quickly, opening a gash under one punk�s eye that required stitches and shattering the other�s nose. Tomas� suffered a slightly swollen and bruised right eye, but refused to even acknowledge it.

As he normally did, Tomas worked out with no shirt, allowing him to watch the effects of the weightlifting on his quivering pecs. White leather workout gloves covered his palms and knuckles. The stagnant heat of the hot summer night permeated the old gym, and with no one around, Tomas had stripped down to his black speedos. His body glistened with the sweat of the heat and the workout. A trickle of sweat was channeled between the teen�s massive pecs, emerging on his glistening torso, trickling around his ripped abs and down to the soaked thong. Most of his jet-black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail which brushed his glistening, muscular back. Two shoulder-length strands, soaked in sweat, snaked down either side of his face and clung to his massive chest.

His attention now was focused totally on the straining pecs and his hardened breathing.

A loud slam from behind caused the young bodybuilder to snap his head up as he twisted his torso backward to look. Five feet behind Tomas stood a teen about his own age with long, dirty-blond hair spilling down his chest and back. A cigarette dangled from the cocky punk�s lips which were surrounded by a close-cropped goatee of blond bristles. His left hand dangled by his side and in his right, pressed against his hip, was a black motorcycle helmet. His hands were covered in black leather riding gloves. The kid wore tattered blue jeans and an unbuttened black leather riding jacket opened to reveal a muscular chest and rippled stomach muscles, not as large as Tomas�s bodybuilder�s physique, but the lean muscles of a fighter.

Tattooed on the boy�s ripped abs was the image of a viper ready to strike.

Viper threw the gloves into the helmet and dropped it next to the barbell that had been dropped a moment earlier. Viper slowly peeled off the leather jacket and let it drop, his glistening, naked torso revealing powerful biceps and shoulders. He now took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it at Tomas� chest. Tomas dropped the barbells with a crash as the cigarette bounced of his chest with a hiss, instantly causing him to tense his ample muscles in readiness. Viper grinned as he exhaled smoke.

�You fucked up, asshole,� Viper sneered. �Now I�m going to fuck you up. Get in the ring.�

Tomas knew he had a fight on his hands. His eye�s locked with that of Viper who, still grinning, quickly kicked off his boots revealing bare feet.

Still facing each other and eyes locked, the two muscular teens slowly began moving sideways towards the gym�s boxing ring. Tomas figured their heights to be the same, but that his own extra musculature gave him at least a 15- to 25-pound advantage. The punk looked tough, though, and Tomas told himself not to underestimate the fighter.

The two teens ducked under the ropes and emerged on either side of the ring. Viper raised his gloved fists.

�I plan to destroy a lot more than just your pretty tits, freak,� Viper snarled as he began to slowly move forward. Tomas did the same.

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

�Don�t think so, asshole!� Viper spat out, drawing back his right fist, but before he could attack, Tomas swivled back on his left leg, his right foot shooting upwards solidly clipping Viper�s chin.

Viper�s head snapped upwards with the blow and he staggered back two steps, his eyes widened and blinking at Tomas.

�I do think so, motherfucker!� shouted Tomas as he threw his weight behind his right fist, brutally smashing it into Viper�s left eye.

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

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

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

Suddenly, Viper took his right hand from Tomas� neck and placed the tips of his leather glove to his mouth. Locking his teeth to the glove�s finger tips, he drew his hand out, revealing fingernails sharpened into razor-like claws. On the verge of losing conciousness, Viper placed his fingers in the center of Tomas� forehead and, digging in his nails, slashed them down the Latino�s face.

The boy grunted in pain and shook his head as four thin lines of blood beaded to the surface of four paralell scratches down the left side of his face. Viper now removed his left hand from Tomas� throat and began smashing his fist into Tomas� right pec, the muscle quivering with each blow as Viper now dug the nails of his right hand into the upper part of Tomas� hardened left pec.

Tensing the glistening muscles in his right arm, Viper slowly dug four deep, bloody gouges down Tomas� quivering pec as the boy roared in pain from the slashing. Tomas kept his crushing grip on Viper�s throat despite the agony as drops of blood from his torn pec began to drip onto Viper�s chest.

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

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

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

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

With a trickle of blood dripping from his right nostril, Viper raised his head to see Tomas� ripped abs only two feet in front of him, his right shoulder resting on Tomas� knee. Viper instantly pulled back his right fist and sent one punch to the Tomas� six pack and another to the Latino�s bleeding left pec muscle.

As Tomas began to scramble to his feet, Viper stiffened the fingers in his right hand and savagely jabbed upward, crushing sharpened nails deep into the crevice where Tomas� right pec overhung his torso. The Latino again cried out in pain as four small cuts under the pec began to bleed.

Tomas stood upright as Viper swivled into a sitting position facing him. Before Viper could stand, Tomas drew his right foot far back and drop-kicked Viper in the chest, smashing him flat backwards onto the canvas and sending him sliding five feet back toward the edge of the ring, the friction pulling his jeans down below the two hardened mounds of his ass cheeks and his hardened 8-inch cock and low-hanging balls.

Viper drew his knees to his chest and a strangled gasp escaped his lips as he struggled for air. Tomas, fists raised, cautiously approached his downed foe. Tomas now leaned his upper body over Viper�s prone form and stared down, but Viper�s eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling as his bruised chest heaved in a struggle for air.

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

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

Viper now leapt to his feet and turned toward the ring�s turnstile, the two rounded muscles of his exposed ass tightening as he climbed to the top and turned to face Tomas� downed form. Tomas groggily lifted his head as a trickle of blood ran from each nostril and down the sides of his face.

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

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

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

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

Tomas� shrieked in pain as Viper gave a sharp tug on the twisting nipples. As Tomas continued to howl in agony, Viper grinned through bloodied lips and gave two more sharp yanks before letting go, sending Tomas� crashing limply onto the canvas with a whimper.

Viper now lowered himself to his knees and grabbed both of Tomas� ankles. Bicep�s straining, the blond fighter now pulled Tomas toward him until his own erect cock pushed into the Latino�s ball sack.

Viper, raising his arms up and forward, pushed Tomas� legs up and back, exposing the bodybuilder�s muscled ass. As Viper drew his hips back, Tomas� left leg broke free from his enemy�s grasp, his left foot flying forward and crashed into the side of Viper�s mouth.. The blond fighter twisted his face leftward with the blow, reducing the damage.

Before he could recover, Tomas� right leg broke free and he launched his right knee in an arch, colliding lightly with the left side of Viper�s mouth. Tomas instantly lowered his head to his chest and tensing muscles, launched his upper torso up, the top of his head crashing into Viper�s forehead and opening a gash over his left eye as the blond fighter�s head snapped back and forward.

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

Glaring at each other through sweat-soaked hair clinging to their face, both boys began growling through clinched teeth, then launched themselves forward, each fighter wrapping muscled arms around the slickened torso of his foe in a crushing lock hold.

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

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

The fighter�s crashed onto the concrete floor on their sides, each letting out a yelp of pain and rolling away from each other. Viper continued his roll and leapt up to his feet, swiviling to see Tomas rolling into the side of the ring, his back against it.

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

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

Viper walked to Tomas� side as he squirmed in pain. Looking down, the blonde fighter grabbed a fistful of the Latino�s soaked hair and lifted the muscle boy�s bloodied face to just below the level of his exposed crotch. In a flash, Viper drew his right knee back then forward, crashing first into Tomas� nose in a splattering of blood, then back and forward again into the teen�s brutalized right ab, the teen moaning from the pain.

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

Viper yelped out in pain, instantly releasing his grip and grabbing his injured balls, sending Tomas crashing down onto the concrete floor. As Tomas groggily began pushing himself up off the floor, a stumbling Viper, still cupping his manhood, weakly sent his knee bouncing off the side of Tomas� face. The Latino continued to rise, however and turned to face his opponent.

Viper was hunched over, eyes shut tight as he shook his head to clear the pain. In one quick motion, Tomas moved forward, grabbing the muscular blond teen in a crushing head lock. Viper snapped to attention, his hands flying up to Tomas� straining bicep that was crushing his wind-pipe. He began scratching with sharpened nails but the young Latino increased the force of the crush.

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

Viper moaned as Tomas prepared for a second blow that Viper knew would leave him unconcious or worse. Viper used what was left of his strength to twist his face deeper against Tomas� straining pec. Unable to see, Viper slid his tongue out and over Tomas� bulging pec until it slid over the Latino�s hardened nipple. Viper instantly lurched forward, clenching the nipple between his teeth and clamping down on it with one of his sharp canine teeth, his jaw muscles clenching at the effort.

Tomas� lifted his head in a scream and attempted to push Viper�s head away, but the muscled fighter�s teeth remained locked on the nipple. Biting down further, Viper violently wrenched his head away, savagely ripping the nipple off the bulging pec in a spurting stream of blood.

Tomas� screaming intensified as he clutched his destroyed pec. Viper swivled and glared at his enemy through a mask of blood and matted hair. The blond fighter then reared back and spit the bloody contents of his mouth into the screaming Latino�s face. Leaning back on his right foot, Viper twisted back and sent a roundhouse kick smashing brutally into the side of Tomas� face, sending the muscled fighter spinning before crashing unconcious onto the concrete floor.

With the gash sending blood streaming into his left eye and down his face, Viper turned and dropped his head for a better view of his enemy. Seeing the naked Latino lying still and face-down on the concrete, the young gladiator, bloodied chest heaving, cautiously walked to the side of his downed foe. Viper gave a light kick to Tomas� side. With no reaction, Viper planted his right foot between the Latino�s muscled shoulder blade and, tensing every bulging muscle in his body, raised his arms and face to the ceiling and let out a long, piercing victory howl.

 

This page is hosted by Geocities Get your own Free Home Page
Hosted by www.Geocities.ws

1