Gym Fights

 THE FACTORY PRESENTS 

"The Rivalry Bond."

 starring 

Isaiah King & Danijel Svec

Andre Jordan and I are cousins, literally brothers from another mother, who grew up wrestling and training jiu jitsu under the watchful eye of our Uncle Josiah Jordan. We were lovers and brothers and born to wrestle each other. We went through puberty on the wrestling team together, boning up in our singlets. We had all our frotteurism and sexual firsts with each other in a kind of way that bonded us for life. We were attached at the hip every step in the journey from childhood to becoming successful sex fighters on Team Factory 1 2. As professional sex fighters, however, we would often dyad up with other members of Team Factory for sparring and fucking, and of course we all have our explorations outside the team. Everyone was meeting their favorite rivals from other sex fighting teams “secretly.” One stretch of time when Andre was very busy running our recruitment program and was often away traveling to scout talent, I met my other favorite rival in my life. Danijel Svec.

Isaiah and I are from different sex fighting teams, so we had never trained together. We had been circling each other for months in the underground sex fighting circuit, beating the same guys in our weight class. We were the last two standing, as far as we saw it, and felt intensely competitive toward each other, and yet we got the hardest erections watching each other sex fight live or on PPV. Then out of nowhere we met one morning at a special black belt seminar at Gracie jiu jitsu. The other guys knew who we were and gave us a wide berth, socially forcing us to drill with each other in class. Despite seriously triggering each other’s highly aggressive alpha natures, we had too much respect for Professor Gracie to get overly agro, so we allowed ourselves to be paired up for randoori sparring. We engaged each other cautiously at first, but soon we were tearing into each other with high speed grappling, going from transition to transition, unable to catch each other in any submissions. This only escalated our competitiveness and our equally matched minds and bodies slowly exhausted each other until we were drenched in sweat, high on each other’s masculine musk, and rolling more slowly, more strategically, lost in time. Our minds slowly caught up to our bodies and we felt a bond beginning to connect us deeply. “Fuck, I was so wrong about this guy,” I think to myself.

Now having to conserve energy, we end up in and out of each other's leg guard, grappling in tight, successfully defending against each other's attacks. We clinch up, grinding our hard, sweaty muscle against muscle, smelling each other's stink and being genuinely surprised how much fun it was to roll together. We weren’t sex fighting. We weren’t striking. It was private. No one would know who won except us. We were just rolling jiu jitsu and it was really fun and sexy. We boned up hard as we began to experience each other as near perfect BJJ sparring partners. We kept round two at a reasonable pace. Our body chemistry led us to relationship. Leveling up at jiu jitsu and neutralizing each other's game, forcing us both to work harder and be more innovative, made us totally crush on each other. As we finally spend the last of our energy reserves, we just curl up and lay there, listening to each other’s heart beat slowing down, enjoying the feel of each other’s sweaty naked chest, and replenishing our air with deep breaths. We are doing what we would do with our jiu jitsu buddies. We look at each other and spontaneously laugh. Damn, if we don’t really like each other. Our dicks, finally getting some blood back in them from our overused limbs, are getting hard, so I invite you back to Eddie’s gym in the Bronx so we can shower privately. “Fuck. I want this guy now!.”

I know all about Eddie’s. It’s an old school lifters gym where sex fighters used to settle rivalries because it has a mat room with padded walls down the back hallway. Everyone knows the Factory bought it and team members get to use it for the same reason we are about to use it. We strip naked in the locker room, step under the group shower nozzles and let the warm water massage our pumped up and exhausted muscles. I watch as you soap up your shredded abdominals, then your perfectly round, deep packed, pec mounds. You get your armpits, then your crotch, soaping up your sex fighter cock, thick and long. We are suddenly so open to each other and I say, “I loved how you took down Kevin Sauders from Studio X in that kneeling knuckle lock cock fight. You were so dominant it made my dick hard and made me want to kick your ass at the same time.” We laugh together and I just take in your beautiful dark brown skin and tattoos. My dick is so outrageously hard it’s difficult to think about anything but being with you.

I turn around and I feel you wash my thick back and lats, then you can’t help yourself and grab my rock hard back side. “I remember that fight. I think I am getting good at the kneeling knuckle lock sex fights.” My eyes meet yours and I see your innocent, square jawed, Eastern European good looks and beautiful eyes. My eyes travel your body as you wash your wide shoulders, broad back, and bulkhead like chest. Your cock is just as big and hard as mine as you lube it up with soap and we slowly jerk our dicks towards each other a few times, smiling lustfully at each other. “Some of your jiu jitsu sex fights were hot as hell, watching you pick apart their game, then sexually submitting them, but you won a KKL against that big Italian dude, pinning him down and grinding his load from him. I jerked off to that shit frequently. Makes me think we outta lock down Eddie’s tomorrow so me and you can go chest to chest in a KKL privately. What do you think, Rival?” My dick is as hard as it has ever been.

As we rinse and dry off our equally large framed bodies, a little aggression arises from my alpha nature and I cannot resist going man vs man in a KKL against you. “Hell yeah, Rival. I love it. No one has to know but us and we can contest every type of sex fight together in private. Why not start with a strength test cock fight to see who is stronger and whose cock is more aggressive!” You grab my hand firmly, but intimately, and lead me upstairs to the bedroom in the apartment. When we get in the room we look at each other lustfully, then nuzzle each other's head like we are horses. We play with each other’s nipples and feel our thick, hard cocks sliding together gently.

Danijel: “I was so wrong about you,” I smile and pinch your nips a little harder.

Isaiah: “I feel you, brother. I had a great time rolling with you today. Sometimes jiu jitsu with the right rival is better than sex.”

Danijel: “Right? I loved your man stink, the taste of your sweat and the way our equal sized bodies lock up perfectly as we roll. That was the best jiu jitsu training I have had in a long time.”

 Isaiah: We hover ever closer to each other's bodies, close enough our fighter cocks smash firmly and pleasure swells from our dicks like a round wave flowing in all directions from our crotches. “Fuck bro, I am so fucking hard for you, we gotta sort this shit out.”

Danijel: Our big chests press together as we are drawn together like powerful magnets. “Yeah man, I am so into you. Still gonna kick your ass tomorrow in the kneeling knuckle lock.”

Isaiah: “I’m gonna kick your ass, Danny boy, but that’s why you turn me the fuck on. We got great game and we level each other up, so we will have a battle,” I say, and shove you backwards onto the king size bed.

As my back hits the bed I invite your body onto mine, feeling your chest spread out on mine so I can feel the heft of your body weight. Our arms wrap immediately around each other as we roll to our sides and start humping our manhoods together while looking into each other’s astonished eyes.

We press our foreheads together, looking straight into the eyes of each other’s alpha nature, and we hump away in high octane athletic unison. We moan hot air into each other's faces. Our lips brush and we melt in each other’s arms making out. Swirling our tongues. Tasting each other.

 We make out like ruffians. Sniff and lick each other’s armpits. Take luxurious time sucking each other’s “up and coming” sex fighter cock. We celebrate each other's big cock in an extended 69 and feel horny as hell to pleasure our rival’s cock while losing all sense of time.

All sex fighters have been sexually dominated in their careers, submitting to their alpha and loving it. Consequently, we are mostly versatile guys who fuck like it’s an athletic event. We fuck each other hard with sublime passion. We fuck all night until we both submit to each others’ cock.

We know we are each other’s new addiction as we cum like fountains, then wrap up tight with our stink and sweat. Our cum comas send us off into dreamland where we grapple jiu jitsu all night in our sleep, snuggling with each other like two lost boys.

We wake up slowly still wrapped tight in each other’s arms. Our bodies craved constant contact and so we held each other in a wrestling clinch all night. We wake up smelling our combined musk mixed with the smell of sex, enjoying laying in each other's warm, funky embrace. Our cocks are already hard and grinding.

Danijel Svec

We take the morning and continue to make out and grind our dicks. We can feel our competitive juices start to flow about the KKL later that afternoon, but we keep it playful cuz we are each other’s boy now. We love being each other’s boy cus a love rivalry is a very intimate way of being together. We are gently sweet to each other while remaining able to be full on alpha fighters when the time has come to battle.

Isaiah King

Having randoried and then spent the night fucking the shit out of each other, we just know neither of us can best the other for long in any event. We know that if one of us emerges as alpha it will take a long time, so we relax into being young sex fighters together, feeling our alpha natures radiate heat into each other in anticipation of the KKL as we ponder the nature of our kindred spirit.

Our dicks are rock hard all through showering and breakfast because we are so aroused and feeling geared up to go at it hard in a kneeling knuckle lock. Pushing our muscles together, win or lose, sounds like a good idea to me. We stretch, then do some pushups to raise our heart beats, our cocks still raging hard as we finally rise on our knees and shove our big chests together, same nipple height. We stance out on stable knees, pressing our hips together, smashing our cocks between undulating abdominal walls. Our big quads line up as our arms stretch out sideways and our hands clasp. We tuck our chins over each other's thick shoulders and fully lock into each other. Our biceps ball up hugh as our arms fight at upright angles in the air. Our chests crush together and we begin to surge force into each other through the middle of our backs and the center part of our chests.

We are fresh and our alpha natures want to immediately go to war, but we bro’d out and bonded last night, so we have a funky, post great sex hangover. We slowly increase the pressure, but take the time to feel each part of our bodies engaging. Our warm, moist skin touches, sticking our hard muscles together. We feel our big pec mounds smashing together, their meat hard and grinding. Our cocks are hard as hell and already grinding as our assess flex the humping rhythm slowly, yet firmly. Our kneecaps knock together as we stance out against each other. Our bodies fit together perfectly as our chins slide farther over each other’s shoulders to really press us together and lock us in, just as we increase our surge rate into each other. We can feel the crush of each other’s hard body as our backs and asses provide the engine that powers our strength exchange. We can feel the energy flow through our big chests and suddenly being bros means we want to beat each other even more.

We both lock out our shoulders, stretch our arms out to our sides and press, as we surge chest to chest into the other at the same time. It's like we are an absorption machine for the other, just swallowing all the kinetic energy of the surge and dissipating it. Our energy levels take an immediate hit as we wasted all that energy, crashing muscle into muscle, with no forward motion for either of us. This has the paradoxical effect of enraging each other’s alpha natures and we compete even harder. Sweat builds quickly between us and as we start to slide our hands drop their grips and instead wrap around each other’s wide back to stabilize us. We suddenly find we are squeezing each other even tighter as we maintain a constant surging exchange of energy. We exchange grunts and growls with insult and injury as our asses start to rhythmically flex bold humps into each other.

We quickly settle into the transition from KKL to mutual bear hug and feel each other trying to out crush each other. We raise our pec shelves trying to cover each other as we jockey for every ounce of torque and leverage on each other’s thick torso. Our knees stance out and our asses start to flex, thrusting our cocks together in unison. We start humping each other like machines and whispering “I am going to cock fuck you into submission” into each other’s ears. Our body temperatures spike and we boil sweat out our pores as our battle is generating heat like a furnace. We are lost in the necessary focus of non-stop surging forward and awareness of each other’s body positions. We are lost in a muscle battle like two horny high school boys who love and hate each other.

We even bear hug fight like wrestlers as we make subtle movements of our stretched and squeezing arms, looking for leverage, trying to manhandle each other even as our strength exchange remains relentless. We start twisting each other in our bearhug grips like we are trying to uproot a tree. Our cheeks press as we flex our heads sideways, nuzzling each other, but with intense pressure as we try to both crush each other and pin each other. This intense muscle friction is fueling heated sexual aggressiveness as we hump our steely cocks into each other. Neither one of us has moved the other an inch. This only infuriates us and we ramp up the power exchange, pulling on our energy reserves now and attack humping each other.

At some point our competitive alpha natures decide to just go full burn against each other. We wrap our arms around each other with increased torque, tasking the muscles in our backs and arms. Our heads power nuzzle as we cling to each other’s muscles, pressing into each other to topple the other, but never moving at all. We are drawing on fumes of our energy reserves now. As our strength to crush or pin ebbs, our attacks become increasingly sexual. Our backsides and asses are huge from squats and grappling, and so tirelessly hump our dueling sex fighter cocks together in unison. We slowly move our heads and press our foreheads together, staring lustfully into each other’s eyes as our bearhug has devolved into a cock fight. We stance out strong on our knees, our torso buttressed by our thick quads and big back side and just go to cock war.

We hold onto each other now to leverage our cock humping. We stare into each other’s eyes for signs of submission and see only lustful, aggressive defiance. Our asses start to gyrate our blood filled cocks together and we can see the intense arousal in each other’s eyes. Our cocks chew on each other, as our arms begin to ache from the battle. We are drenched in each other’s sweat, drinking it as it lubes our dicks while they smash together deliciously. Suddenly, we both see the alert in each other's eyes and know we are about to cum. Having both sexually submitted, we curl to the sweaty mat and roll over and over, making out and humping our dicks until we land on our sides, arch back, and with one final dick smash cum explodes from our roiling balls and shoots from our cocks in thick, creamy bursts.

Having both sexually submitted, our rapturous oragams turn us both into boy lovers, making out and humping until we fully milk each other. We lay there kissing like we could do it forever, so turned on to each other. A battle cock fuck connection deepening our rivalrous bond. We make out, curling up in each other’s sweat and cum drenched muscle and limbs until the cum comas combine with battle fatigue to take us out. We pass out, wrapped up in each other's arms, snoozing like tiger cubs.

The dawn of our rivalry bromance is now the worst kept secret on our rival sex fighting teams. We are lovers. After that first muscle battle we never stopped craving to compete with each other. It was an obsession and a bond. We would roll jiu jitsu, arm wrestle, strength test and cock fight, mostly to sexually explosive draws. Occasionally one would catch a jiu jitsu submission and we would play out alpha sex, but really, we didn’t care. If all we could get was the occasional submission, then we remain essentially equal, and ever more horny for each other. And we have great sex. We pound each other’s asses in a sexual display of dominance, or sweetly make out while grinding our dicks. We worship each other’s cocks. We were born to fight and fuck each other. We have a rivalry bond. It’s more primal than love. It is our two wild alpha natures mating.

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