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The Factory Presents: “Muscle Worship Gut Punching Grapple Fight for Alpha.”

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Starring

Patrick Girard

Thomas Wright

THE FACTORY

presents

“Muscle Worship Gut Punching Grapple Fight for Alpha.”

starring

Patrick Girard & Thomas Wright

Patrick Girard

For quite awhile Thomas and I were part of a larger group at the Factory called the muscle heads. We were all about getting big and we pushed each other to insane heights in the gym. Then Andre Jordan sent chosen brothers, Nate Rogers and Sean Williams to Europe on a scouting trip for new talent. Then Anders Nilson met his long lost twin Aleks Nilson. Alex had to get to know Anders life partner Remy Cooper and his long time sex fighting sparring buddy, Tyrese Jones, so they ended up a training squad of four just so they could all get to know each other and still train. This left me and Tom alone in the gym together after daily calisthenics or grappling classes and moved a long simmering rivalry back to the front burner.

Tom is kind of a muscle god. He has one of those bodies that has gotten just as big as it can get without sacrificing athleticism and flexibility. He looks like a marble statue and every muscle feels rock hard. Even though Tom’s arms are bigger than mine, I can still beat him in arm wrestling. So, he constantly wants rematches. I can still beat his jiu jitsu game most days, though with his bigger size his freestyle wrestling is stronger than mine. He can also beat me in a kneeling knuckle lock, but we have been training so long that I am leveling out with him. So, we wash out to be 50/50 sex fighter teammates with me nipping at his heel.

Thomas Wright

Everyone has a rivalry with everyone at Team Factory at some point. Some rivalries are life long, others grow over time or need the right moment to bloom. I can already tell my rivalry with Paddy will be a completely bro-ish jock boy love. We all admired his work ethic. He always gave one hundred in the gym and while sparring, so you could trust him to make you work hard too. Initially we got thrown together in the gym as we liked to flex it out after workouts. As the guys wander out of the gym Patrick and I would be down to our under armor sport cut briefs, fully boned and flexing side by side. We would bang out side arm flexes, tricep to tricep, or throw up our double bicep flex and just get muscle pumped and rock hard. We became so comfortable with each other we would inspect each other’s muscles and compliment each other for any growth. We started competing at everything from lifting, wrestling, jiu jitsu, and strength training to bodybuilding. Being slightly bigger than you gave me a size advantage, but you more than made up for it though strength and tenacity. True sportsmen fall in love with all their teammates, especially their most challenging rivals, and so Patrick and I had long since had a bromance simmering. Now, with the muscle heads in disarray, we find ourselves spending a lot of time together.

Patrick Girard

We are muscle heads, so our default is to just hit the gym hard. Our routines become one and we just work out like machines for weeks. We are both really seeing results in increased lean muscle mass and strength and it makes us especially horny. This morning in the showers we both had raging hard ons and we indulged each other, letting our thick sex fighter cocks hook together. We started throwing fairly tough punches into each other’s hard packed pec meat. It totally turns me on because I came up with my cousin Alexander Girard ending all workout outs or sparring sessions with muscle worship and punishment 1. Alex was smaller than I, but we were so on the same page he felt huge. Turns out Thomas (and everyone) knows about our fetish and it is one that Tom shares. I love it because it is role reversal for me, being with a slightly bigger kink partner. Tom has been secretly wanting to trade gut punches and to be more aggressively intimate in our post workout muscle worshiping sessions. I just smile at him. “Do you like to use oil when we worship and punish?”

Thomas Wright

We laugh at how hard it is to hold onto our mud while we soap up each other’s sculpted bodies and worship them, knowing what we are gonna get into after our daily workout routine. We scrub each other’s abdominals like washboards. We soap up those pits and crotches. We expertly grope every muscle group as we rinse and towel off, lusting after each other with rising aggression. Our alpha natures have us on competition overdrive to get the ultimate pump for worshiping as we head to the large, central mat on the third floor for daily calisthenics with the whole team. We both know we will be eye fucking each other all day and that feels sexy, aggressive and hot.

Patrick Girard

We have been doing calisthenics side by side for weeks now, so competing for each repetition is nothing new, but today I especially love to watch your supple, athletic body rep out the burpees, the lunges and jump squats like a machine. My awareness of how much I am attracted to you shoots sky high, while we are doing push ups I cannot stop thinking about fucking your rock hard, well muscled ass. Then I think about later and imagine oiling up your whole backside and rubbing my rock hard cock against it to honor its massive power and beauty.

Thomas Wright

We can tell when are are both imagining fucking the other as our hips start to undulate a little while in push up plank position. We feel it in our bodies so sensitively as they betray us. Coach Dimitri Petrov has been leading the calisthenics today and has paused the push up race to waste us isometrically in plank position going on minutes now. Sweat is dripping off everyone's bodies as our arms tremble. The whole team is groaning with their boners, their individual pools of sweat and their competitive pride, while our eyes wander each other’s bodies, watching every ripple of strength, every bulging muscle group and popping vein. We have been teammates for years and now suddenly we are like dogs in heat.

Patrick Girard

We arm wrestle 3 days a week, due to your perpetual desire for a rematch, and I love every one of our arm battles. We hook up while laying across from each other on a wrestling mat, so we end up humping the mat like we are fucking each other in our mind’s eye. I am damn strong, but I get you on technique. Most often you come at me like a true powerhouse, but I lock out my wrist and shoulder until each power surge crests, letting you waste a lot of energy, then I slam you with a counter surge that radically takes your arm back. You fight your way back up a few times with huge power outlays, impressive displays of power to be honest, but soon enough my counters pin your tired arm down. We have sometimes lost all mud control and both came like teenagers, wild and loud.

Thomas Wright

We get down on the mat wearing only our Factory gym shorts, still sweaty as hell from team calisthenics, and when we put up our arms, I power up slowly. You make no quick moves and so we slowly feel the exchange of power go from tense, to taut, to intense pressure, until our biceps are peaking huge and veins are popping on our forearms and wrists. We put our heads down, trying to focus on the arm fight, when underneath us we are both digging holes in the mat with our muscle cocks. We grunt and slowly exhaust each other’s arm, and not having won, I haven’t lost, so I have neutralized your technique. A win for Balboa’s everywhere.

Patrick Girard

his beautiful power exchange with our two biceps bulging enormous together, draws out even more of our lustful anticipation for the muscle kink end game and puts us both in danger of losing our mud. It requires us to pinch down hard on our balls while we both submit to each other which is cause for even steeper arousal. We roll to our backs, cursing each other ridiculously, pinching back the natural flow of our desire to live and fight another hour.

Thomas Wright

We hit the showers to calm our systems and then to negotiate the day's lifting. It is decided, we will lift weighted squats for back and ass, upright flies for chest, bicep curls and inverted crunches for abs. We pull on sport cut under armor underwear and asics and hit the gym, starting with inversion boots. We hang upside down, side by side, curling upwards, keeping our arms crossed our chests so we isolate and work the core. We do sets twisting to the right and left, then more sets straight up, and our abdominals start to look like big knuckles moving in a wave. Our dicks point downward at our chins and want to drool from the arousal of the burn in our guts. We alternate inversion work with standing dumbbell bicep curls and enjoy flexing dueling side biceps to show off the rope like veins popping on the peaks of our biceps. Our cocks are enormous as they bulge in our black under armor.

Patrick Girard

We try to keep the pace of our lifting to a good speed, but we both push it, wanting that extra rep, that bigger pump. We throw around big dumbbells as we sit on upright benches doing chest flies, watching each other's pec valleys deepen. We think about doing more chest work, but our dicks move us along to squats for that all important glute and back pump. This is our first opportunity to really show off our back and leg strength as well as have our bulges push in on muscular glutes while spotting each other. We do this all the time, but today our humps are a bit more aggressive. We did a full body vanity muscle workout, hitting our biceps, chests, abs, legs and asses, and all we can think about is worshiping each other’s muscles and punishing them.

Thomas Wright

Patrick lives with his cousin, Alexander. They share one bedroom because they made Alexander’s adjoining suite into their BDSM Playroom. Patrick leads me there and locks the door behind us. We peel off our sweaty under armors, kick off our Asics, and stand close to each other over by the mirror and the shelves with the oil. We start naturalistically by wrapping one arm around each other’s backs, and exploring each other’s pecs and abs with the other. We have dieted to get shredded for today, so our abs are eggs in skin. We rub them over and over as if to make them pop even more, then pay more attention to each other’s deep packed pecs, bulging on each other’s wide chests. Our cocks are long and hard and bounce between us, sometimes crawling up each other’s quads and waists. We push our fists slowly into each other’s center abdominals just to make them work and to see how fucking hard they are.

Patrick Girard

As we edge our cocks we can see them pulsating with arousal as we worship each other. I reach for the oil and pour some in each of our palms and we rub it all over each other. I have you raise your double biceps so I can rub the oil across your broad chest and all over your rocky abs, then stand behind you and reach around your body, rubbing the oil deeply into your lats, armpits, pec meat and your rippling wall of abdominals. While I am back there I rub oil across your broad back, all over your big muscular ass and your thick thighs, then let my thick cock play against your rock hard backside. I absolutely want to fuck you, but my cock is throbbing hard now because of your magnificent back, backside, ass and legs. I reach around you again from behind and push my chest into your back, my hips into your ass, just to worship your backside with my own body. Finally, I reach under your flexing arms and cup your huge biceps, rubbing them with oil, playing with your big bicep vein. I take my time and really luxuriate in worshiping every inch of your musculature until I hear you breathing heavily and lightly moaning.

Thomas Wright

I feel your hard chest slide around the muscles of my back and worship hug me from behind. It makes my cock pulsate as we continue just to let our cocks edge. I shake you loose and turn around to oil you up. I have you throw up your beautiful double bicep flex and start by oiling up your big peaks, your tricep bellies and armpits. I squirt a line of dripping oil across your wide chest and rub it in as it drips down your shredded abs. I get behind you and squirt another line across your big back and rub it down your big shoulders, sloping lats, shoulder blades and lower back. I rub it on your marbled ass and down your big quads, then stand, grabbing you by the hips, shoving my thick cock shafts against the crevice of your muscular ass and pressing my chest into your back. My arms reach around you to play your abs like a Cajun washboard and I worship your huge ass with my manhood.

Patrick Girard

I flex my shoulders, broad back and ass, back into you so our bodies can worship each other even tighter, creating that friction that makes our dicks edge like crazy, then finally pull away and face you. I flex up my double biceps and you quickly follow suit and we just check each other's oiled up muscles out. Seeing each other’s balled up and veined biceps has both our cocks throbbing. We see our huge shoulder caps stretch out wide, the wings of our lats as they spread out, then taper down. We see each other's rippling wall of abdominals and our edging cock and we nod at each other. It’s time to start some punishment. This is a silence required and no touching dicks situation, but we can see each other's huge lust and aggression fiery behind our eyes. I drop my arms and instead lace my hands behind my neck so my biceps flex inward and my abs are open and offered to you with a growl and an edging cock.

Thomas Wright

Your abs are absolutely shredded, between them and your biceps my cock is throbbing hard. I slip my left arm around the small of your back and grab your far hip, then slam three hard punches in a row into the center of your abs with my right fist. With each blow a fleshy thud and a flash moment where the skin goes taut and you can see the outline of the abdominal wall. It looks like ribbed sheet rock.

Patrick Girard

I can feel the burn from your big right fist as I slide my left arm behind you to grab your hip, then make eye contact and see we both want it. I send three tough fists up into the center of your mountainous abs and we both growl moan from our dicks pulsating. Very gentlemanly, we start trading back and forth, hugging each other tight with our left hands and sending punches up into each other’s dense ab walls with our rights, digging our fists deeper each time. We both feel forced to bend more with each fist, but we are still somewhere in between muscle worship and punishment and we both instinctually feel our alpha natures wanting to run the show.

Thomas Wright

We step apart and as you prepare to flex your dense outer core, I take up my boxing stance. No organ shots, just dead center abdominals, when you nod at me, I twist at the hips and send in right and left swooping hooks into your dead center mass. I can see a patch of red heat spreading throughout your abs as I step back and lace my big arms behind my neck and stance out, waiting for you to make my dick throb with all you got.

Patrick Girard

The pain and pleasure pulses through me for a moment, then I take up my boxing stance across from you and look at your amazing, rock wall of abs. Even the thought of fucking your abs with my fist makes my dick swell. I take one step towards you and swivel at the hips to send my own right and left jabs into your dead center mass. Now you have your own growing patch of burning red skin on your abs as well.

Thomas Wright

As we get into a flow of exchanging gut punches, even though we can see we are doing damage, it feels like our knuckles bounce off each other’s dense wall of muscle, but our bodies soon tell the tale. It becomes harder to keep our arms laced behind our heads and our arms start to slump. Our dicks begin to throb and drool slightly as we wail away at each other until we are definitely buckling inwards and our arms lower more. We start throwing tough knuckles at wicked angles and it’s quickly obvious we are not recovering as fast. Suddenly, that same combination hits me in just the right way and I slumps to one knee.

Patrick Girard

Sweat is mixing with the oil on our skin and our abs are popping out like jagged rocks. I back away as you rise back to standing looking okay, but I can feel the hole you have been drilling into my abs so I know how you feel. Our dicks are almost turning purple as our eyes meet and we can see that pure muscle lust raging inside of us. We can see muscles ripple in our chests and shoulders as we return to trading punches. We are pushing the pace, throwing hooks and jabs at faster speeds, but then we start hitting each other harder, watching bruises form on each other’s core and suddenly I slump a bit wobbly down on one knee and you back off to watch.

Thomas Wright

“Damn. That could have been me. I was just about to go down. You hit really fucking hard!” I think to myself as I back off and watch you scramble to your feet, shaking it off. You have that inscrutable fighter’s glare that can hide being hurt, but it makes my edging cock pulsate, sending shivers up my spine. You start coming after me more aggressively and next thing we are wailing away on each other’s abs at the same time. We ain’t defending. We are only attacking and causing damage like only professionally trained fighters can do and we soon both fall to our knees. I am breathing hard but the pain and pleasure make my cock edge exquisitely.

Patrick Girard

The wrestler in me sees us both hurt, but reaches up to grab the back of your neck with my left hand so I can keep sticking right fists into your core abs. You immediately mirror with your left hand on my neck while slamming your right fist into me. We start violently jerking each other around by the neck, looking for openings to stick our fists into each other and our dicks have never throbbed harder. We are a snarling pack of two, grunting and growling and tearing into each other.

Thomas Wright

“Dammit I’m getting tagged,” I growl under my breath, reflecting on how much more impact training you do, and deciding the remedy is to push you back by the scruff of your neck, then flip my wrist so it’s now positioned directly at your throat as I square off with you. I push your torso up so I can control your punching more, and get the first undercuts in as I hold your ab wall vulnerable before me. I know I got you good but you push through and put your left hand at my neck so that you can send fists into my core with your right. We move groggy from being punch drunk as we swap fists right into the middle of our abs as our cocks arch upwards and throb. Next thing I know I am bending over and getting rocked to my back on the mat.

Patrick Girard

I can feel the fist that bends you over as it digs into your gut deep. I am feeling fight woozy, but my instincts belong to my limbic system now. As you bend over, I quickly shove you backwards onto the mat, then kneel on either side of your hips so I can jackhammer right and left punches straight down into your center mass. Your cock is so rigid it looks frozen hard as it lays on your red lower abs. Mine throbs every time a fist of mine knuckle slams into your dense ab wall.

Thomas Wright

feel you lumber over on top of me, as I lay cloudy, and start pounding fists into my abs. Gratitude for the non-stop ab work in the gym, it feels my abs wall is tough as hell, but the impact of your fists is accruing and the pain is spreading center out through my body. Suddenly, I feel you lean over using your left hand to choke me and your right hand to smash still more fists into my core. I see your face approaching mine as you hover over me. When our eyes meet I say “my abs submit” and suddenly we are kissing wildly. You climb down off me and settle in on your hips by my side, then wrap your legs around my calves from the side, all the while kissing me voraciously. My cock is pulsating like it’s a bomb, but I edge until you decide how I give up my mud.

Patrick Girard

My thick legs are around your calves, holding your body close. My left arm is around your shoulders while I kiss you. I want you so bad, but I have to get one more submission out of you. I grab your far arm and bend it backwards while I lean on your near arm, trapping it while controlling your hips with my legs clutching your calves close. I start slowly pushing my right fist into your center mass and you cannot stop me. I push it deep into your flexed up abs and whisper in your ear, “I know you want my dick, Tommy.”

Thomas: “Shut the fuck up, Paddy. You know I always want that big dagger like cock to fuck my magical muscular ass.”

Patrick: “Yeah, but this time you have to submit because I beat you.”

Thomas: “Yeah, you busted my gut that’s for sure, but now I am ready for you. I want a rematch.”

“Now you get fucked.”

Thomas: “And if I don’t submit,” I say looking up at you with my dick pulsating.

Patrick: I pinch your nipple hard with my free right hand, then blow on it and as you moan out in sensual pleasure I slam my right fist hard jab in your abs. I can tell it sent shockwaves through your spine. I whisper in your ear, “Aww yeah, I can tell you submit to me, Tommy. It’s in how sweet you get when you are about to be drilled with my hammer.”

Thomas: “I submit to you, Paddy. Fuck my brains out with that big white whale of a cock.”

Patrick: From my position at your side I roll you to your belly and climb up onto your big, beautiful backside. I press my chest into your back as I curl my hips and slowly slide inside your big, grappler's ass. I move upwards so I can nuzzle your neck and tease you to kiss me while my ass flexes like a machine, plunging my manhood deep into your ass, dancing on your prostate. “Fuck, yeah, Tommy, I forgot how hot is it to fuck your muscular backside.”

Thomas: “Damn, Paddy, we edged the whole way, I think my dick is gonna break off. Fuck me hard so I can cum! I need relief, alpha boy.”

Patrick: “hell yeah, I need some relief too!” I growl and start pounding your prostate. My hips fly off your ass and come down with a major jackhammer drilling of your ass. My head nuzzles yours and we can feel each other’s arousal peaking, our balls starting to boil as we moan together. I squeeze my ass to punch my cock into you even deeper as we moan and feel the wave coming over us.

Thomas: I don’t think either of us has any idea, or cares, who came first, but boy did we explode together. The muscle worshiping and the gut punching made me crazy, along with the BDSM parts of Patrick’s that came out to play. Now we play all the time, along with keeping up with our training schedules. Patrick and I spent that year training together, hitting the same wrestling and jiu jitsu classes, then having our private daily grapple and gym lift. (Bromantic rivalries can be very productive.) And, then making time each week to play…

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Published: 2024-06-07, viewed 151 times.

Comments

Ryder Evans

17 days ago

Amazing studs, gotta lock up with y’all soon.

Patrick Girard

17 days ago

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Hey Ryder, thx for the props. check us al, out at: The Factory Role Play Federation

Price

17 days ago

Damn. The Factory does it again putting two hot ripped studs in a gut punching festival. Intense and hot with great writing and details thst make you feel like you are in the on action. And damn— let’s talk about the list these two have for each other.

Well down!

Patrick Girard

17 days ago

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Thanks Sexy Price! We really appreciate you!

Guysmiley

17 days ago

Felt every gut punch as it brought back memories of GP against a 5’9”, 220lb Asian with jacked abs during his layover at LAX. Surprised us both when I managed to put him to his knees first…and the fun we had after. This story, as with all factory stories was spell binding. Thanks for sharing.

Patrick Girard

17 days ago

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Thanks Guy! That memory sounds very hot and fun! When we write we often take real life experiences and recreate them in story form. :-)

Apollo Dante

17 days ago

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Patrick your comment here as made me realize just why you Factory boys make all your stories seem so “ real” all you boys seem to have the skill to turn personal experiences into such creative action here…its amazing. Patrick and Thomas so sexy and so turned on by each other …Patrick seemed the more dominant and I guess “won” the bout. But the fact you shared it with us makes us the winners! And once again appreciate that you agreed to add it to the HOTSHOTS fed!

Patrick Girard

17 days ago

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We really appreciate how you are open to understanding what we do! We will always support HOTSHOTS! Thanks for your kind comments.

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