More Olympic Spirit

Medal Contender and hunk Peter Reed represents team GB in Olympic rowing.
Rowing. Kayaking.  I know almost nothing about these sports… other than the fact that their athletes seem inevitably to develop absolutely gorgeous pecs and shoulders! I’m also pretty sure that there are paddles involved, which could totally heat things up! So, I know that big boys with powerful pecs race one another in their little boats. People hand out medals. Olympic dreams are made or crushed.  That all sounds fine, but it’s what happens in my homoerotic wrestling imagination after these waterboys are done with their races that fires me up. When the boys climb off of the podium, let’s clear the docks, assemble the ring, and restock the stands with homoerotic wrestling fans. Time to flex those pecs for all the right reasons!
Australian Sam “Spock” Loch – 6’2″, 193 lbs., 29 y/o
The first semi-final match (in my imagination) begins when Australia’s Sam “Spock” Loch jogs out of the boathouse and up to ringside as the roar of the crowd reacts to the Princeton educated hunk. The quirky, hardbodied hottie hops onto the ring apron, waving to the cheering crowd.  He slides his thumbs inside his solid yellow square cut trunks and pulls the front away from his lean lower abdomen, looking inside and then feigning mock surprise as he looks up at the crowd. “That’s a mighty big hammer, mates!” he shouts. The crowd roars it’s approval, screaming to see the Aussie’s hammer. He winks, tugging the trunks low, slowly revealing his closely cropped pubes and the thick base of his cock. The screams of the homoerotic wrestling fans in the stands reaches a fevered pitch. Sam halts his strip-tease, shaking his head and waving his finger.  “Naughty, naughty!” he mouths. The spectators sounds like they’re about to riot until the Aussie turns his back to the crowds, facing the river, slides his thumbs to his hips and slips his yellow trunks down. His meaty glutes flex and relax, flex and relax. When he pulls his trunks back up and steps into the ring, waving at the stands, Sam has the fans in the palm of his hand.
Czech Vavrinec Hradilek – 5’6″, 168 lbs., 25 y/o

By the time the Czech kayaker Vavrinec Hradilek comes jogging out of the boathouse, all eyes are still on his Aussie opponent who continues to flex and wink at the crowds. It’s only when he reaches ringside and leaps onto the ring apron that the Czech hunk grabs some attention. Vavrinec wears a navy blue speedo that calls attention to his gorgeous bubble butt and lean, narrow waist. He’s an astonishing 8 inches shorter than his opponent, but he looks unimpressed as he leans on the ropes and examines Spock. The Aussie laughs at the petite pounder staring at him from the ring apron.  He waves the Czech in, and as Vavrinec joins him inside the ring, Sam flexes a double bicep pose, sticking his tongue out at the kayaker. Vavrinec immediately turns to the crowd and shows the fans a side-by-side comparison, flexing his huge guns. The Aussie laughs again, staring down his nose at his opponent as he turns to the side, grabs his right wrist, and twists his torso, flexing his powerful pecs and flashing his bulging right shoulder.  Vavrinec quickly strikes a matching side chest pose.  Their physiques are stunningly similar, but on Vavrinec’s smaller frame the muscle mass looks that much more massive.  The crowd seems to begin to divide their allegiance, a loud contingent clearly turned on by the fearless Czech fire plug flexing pose for pose.  Sam places his hands around the smallest part of his waist, flexes his pecs and shoulders, and spreada his astonishing wide lats.  Vavrinec immediately does the same, taking note of the fan support swinging his way.  The massive Aussie moves faster than anyone would’ve guessed. In a flash, he steps behind his opponent, slides his long, powerful arms underneath the Czech’s arms and locks on a steel cage full nelson. Vavrinec instantly grimaces in shock and pain as he’s lifted off his feet. His neck is pried forward by Spock’s massive hands laced around the back of his skull. The petite kayaker kicks his feet as he dangles a half a foot off the mat, inspiring laughter from the Aussie’s fans.  Sam strolls slowly around the ring, displaying his power and dominance as his opponent hangs helplessly.  After minutes of neck wrenching domination, Spock walks his captured opponent to a corner and slams the kayaker’s face into the turnbuckle, maintaining his full nelson.  Vavrinec is dazed as he’s hoisted back in the air and walked to the next corner, where his face is once again slammed into the turnbuckle. Spock makes the full circuit, introducing the Czech’s face to every corner. Blood gushes down Vavrinec’s lips from his smashed nose.  Spock walks him to the center of the ring and flings him to the mat in a heap.  The Aussie rewards his screaming fans by placing his right foot victoriously on the crouching Czech’s shoulder and flexing his biceps.  Vavrinec slaps his foot away furiously with one hand as he wipes the blood from his mouth with the other hand.  The big Aussie grabs him with two handfuls of hair, dragging the dazed hunk up off the mat. Slowly, Vavrinec rises, defensely clutching at his opponent’s wrists.  Spock pauses briefly from lifting the Czech to grind his crotch in the captured hunk’s face, but then drags him the rest of the way to his feet. At his full height, Vavrinec is staring at the patch of hair between his opponent’s sculpted pecs. Spock holds his palm out at the top of the Czech’s head, slowly lifting it to the top of his own head. His fans roar with laughter as the big Aussie shrugs and winks at them, humiliating the “little” kayaker.  The Aussie suddenly wraps his long, powerful arms around his opponent’s waist and lifts him up in a crushing bear hug.  Vavrinec’s legs hang limply, his feet a half a foot off the mat.  The Czech’s head rolls backward as a scream of pain explodes from his mouth. Spock shakes him, and Vavrinec groans as his knees rise and squeeze the  Aussie’s hips, relieving a fraction of the pressure from the bearhug.  The crowd hushes as Spock’s voice rises above the din. “Give it up, little man!” The Czech roars in agony, but no coherent words come from his mouth. “Come on, mate, just give up. Give it up, and I’ll let you suck on my big hammer.”  The Czech rakes him across the eyes, causing Spock to drop him and stumble backward. An upper cut to the Aussie’s package doubles Spock over. The Czech grabs him by his cheeks and shouts in his face, “Let’s knock you down to size!” He hooks his right arm around the back of the Aussie’s neck and abruptly drops to the mat, driving Sam downward in a face plant. The big Aussie bounces off the mat and rolls to his side, clutching his face, as the Czech climbs back to his feet, wiping away more blood still pouring from his nose. An elbow drop to the back, a handstand knee drop to the kidney, a barrage of stomps… the Aussie is flailing under the furious flurry of blows. Kicking him to his back, Vavrinec drops to his knees straddling the big man’s chest and facing Spock’s feet in order to drive a dozen loud, slapping jabs into the big man’s ripped abs. The crowds are hushed in awe of the sight of the big man getting pummeled by his relatively petite opponent.  A break in the gut punches gives Vavrinec just enough time to wipe more blood from his chin before the Czech digs the fingers of both claws into the Aussie’s bright red abs.  Sam yells in pain. His hips rise off the mat as the big man’s long back arches high.  Vavrinec’s fingers dig past the first joints as he claws deep into the muscle.  Spock’s hips buck and swing, trying to jerk free off the talons ripping into his midsection.  Twisting his shoulders to the side forces the Czech off balance.  Vavrinec rolls off, climbing quickly to his feet. He grabs the dazed Aussie by a couple handfuls of hair and drags him up to his knees, crushing Spock’s face into his crotch in revenge. Dragging him the rest of the way to his feet, the Czech slides behind him, locks his right arm across the front of his throat and hooks his left leg over the Aussie’s powerful left leg. Twisting Spock’s body sideways, the Czech wrings out the big man in an agonizing ab stretch.  “What now, big man!?” Vavrinec shouts. “What now, mate!?” he mocks. His free left arm windmills around and pounds a sharp fist into Sam’s stretched abs, making the big man’s body spasm.  The muscleman kayaker drives two more fists into the Aussie’s quivering abs. Sam looks spent, until a sudden growl of rage roars from his clenched teeth.  His torso flexes, and suddenly Vavrinec rises off his feet. Spock tosses him over his hip and slams him to his back.  Before the Czech can rise to his hands and knees, Spock drives his right knee into his temple.  Vavrinec sprawls to the mat, flat on his stomach, barely moving.  The Aussie’s fans roar to life to see their man back in possession of the momentum.  Sweat pours off his body as he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he struggles to recuperate and catch his breath.  The roar of the crowd seems to energize the Aussie, who rises and flexes a fierce most muscular pose, growling like a wild animal.  He drags his opponent off the mat, hooks his right arm between Vavrinec’s legs from behind, and hoists the kayaker up across his broad shoulders. The Czech groans he’s paraded around the ring like a trophy, draped helplessly in Spock’s grip.  Coming to a halt in the middle of the ring, facing the stands, the Aussie lifts his arms, signaling he wants to hear more from the fans. They roar even louder, rising to their feet as one and stomping.  The cocky smile returns to Spock’s face as his tongue wags roguishly to the side.  Repositioning his hands, one on the Czech’s right thigh and the other across his neck, the Aussie slowly presses his opponent off his shoulders. His arms quiver a bit, but slowly he powers his opponent straight-armed overhead as the stands roar.  Vavrinec is helpless, hanging vulnerably nearly eight feet in the air.  Spock’s face flushes red. His arms quiver with effort.  Abruptly, he takes half a step backward as the Czech plummets, his lower back landing squarely across the Aussie’s bent right leg.  Vavrinec bounces entirely off the Aussie’s thigh, but Spock shoves him back down with his left hand across the Czech’s thigh and his right hand across his throat.  “Give it up, little man!” Sam roars. Vavrinec shakes his head furiously.  The Aussie slides his fingers down the Czech’s rippled abs and inside his navy blue speedo. Vavrinec gasps, clutching frantically at his opponent’s wrists.  When Spock’s fist balls up inside the fabric, squeezing the Czech’s testicles in his claw, Vavrinec screams. “I GIIIIIIVE!!!”  Spock dumps his opponent and rises to his feet, his arms raised in victory as he acknowledges the roaring crowd.  It takes him 5 minutes to quiet them down, but finally he’s able to make himself heard. “And now, mates, it’s time to drop the hammer!” The crowds grow hushed as the Aussie drags his beaten opponent to his knees in the middle of the ring. He slides his yellow trunks down, hooking them beneath his balls. His hammer swings side to side, dangling directly in front of the Czech’s dazed face.  Spock is impressively long, but it’s his girth that makes everyone gasp.  The Czech struggles to wrap his lips around it.  Lots of choking and gagging accompany the shouts of encouragement as the Aussie slams Vavrinec’s face into his lower abdomen.

Canadian Adam van Koeverden – 6′, 187 lbs., 30 y/o
Once the post-match action concludes and Sam generously helps his exhausted opponent back to the boathouse, the second semi-final begins.  Canadian flag bearer, kayaker Adam van Koeverden, jogs to the ring to the welcome of an impressed crowd. Adam’s meaty, lightly hairy pecs bounce with each footfall as he approaches the ring. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, his body sculpted and tan.  He wears solid white pro trunks.  He entertains the fans silently, making his pecs bounce, alternating side to side, as his big white smile entrances many in the stands.
Britain’s Peter Reed – 6’6″, 220 lbs., 31 y/o
His opponent gets a more enthusiastic reception as the crowd rises to their feet. The British fans shower their local hero, Harvard rower Peter Reed, with swooning adoration.  He’s half a foot taller than the Canadian kayaker, incredibly long and lean, sporting brief blue trunks with the union jack stretching around his powerful ass. He steps over the top ring rope, his eyes fixed on Adam as he slowly circles the ring. It’s another contest of contrasts. The Brit not only has a half a foot of height on his opponent. He’s also about 30 pounds heavier, all of it nothing but muscle.  Adam grins at the big man cockily, but the Brit’s face is deadly serious. Adam quickly lunges to one knee and secures a seemingly effortless single leg take down on the big Brit.  Peter is flat on his back as the Canadian controls his right ankle. Abruptly, the Brit rolls up on his shoulders, extending his legs and swinging his left leg around, catching the ball of his foot on Adam’s chin.  Adam stumbles backward, releasing the ankle and gingerly moving his lower jaw to assess for damage.  Peter quickly hops to his hands and knees as his opponent circles to the right, respecting the Brit’s reach advantage.  Charging across the distance between them, Peter catches the Canadian off guard with a low shoulder block, lifting him off his feet and pressing his back into the ropes. Suddenly, the Brit whips Adam off the ropes and sends him sprinting across the ring, catapulting off the ropes on the other side. The long Brit lifts his right foot high, delivering a straight-legged stomp into the Canadian’s powerful pecs. Adam slams to his back, clutching his chest as the hometown crowd is on their feet and cheering.  The big Brit straddles his opponent, bends forward, and digs his fingers into the sides of the kayakers thick pectoral muscles. Lunging low, Peter savagely drags Adam off his back and to his feet as the Canadian yells like a wounded animal, gripping the Brit’s wrists.  Up, up, up the Brit drags him until Peter suddenly lifts Adam off his feet, stretching his arms straight overhead as the Canadian hangs suspended from vicious pec claw.  The Brits in the stands stomp their encouragement. When Peter’s arms start to quiver with the effort, he turns, takes three long strides to the nearest corner, and slams the Canadian’s back into the turnbuckle with his claws still sunk deeply into his pecs. “Submit!” the Brit demands.  “Fuck you!” the Canadian roars back.  “You’re going to respect me, boy!” the Brit barks back, dragging him by his pecs out of the corner, lifting him off his feet again, and then slamming the Canadian to his back, his claws never disengaging.  “Say, ‘I submit sir!'” the Brit demands, his face hovering directly overhead.  “Say it, boy!”  Adam suddenly spits in his opponent’s face.  Peter releases his pec claw and sits back on his heels. He looks stunned as he hips the saliva from his cheek, looking at it in the palm of his hand as if he’d never seen the stuff before. “You did not just do that!?” the Brit sputters, half a statement, half a question.  Adam rolls to his side and rises to one knee, kneading his numb pecs warily.  Peter climbs to his feet, towering over his opponent with fury rising.  “We definitely need to teach you some respect, boy!” He reaches for his opponent, but Adam is on his feet and jostling for position.  The resulting collar and elbow tie up is a complete mismatch, as the Brit quickly backs Adam into the ropes again.  Another whip off the ropes sends Adam sprinting across the ring and catapulted off the ropes on the opposite side. Peter rushes forward in a clothesline attempt, but the Canadian easily ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes again.  Peter has quickly spun and attempts a second clothesline, which the Canadian deftly ducks and bounces off the ropes yet once more.  A third failed clothesline attempt sets the Brit up for Adam’s brutal knee lift into his gut.  The Brit collapses, dropping to his knees, already in a fetal position before he hits the mat.  Adam climbs on his back in a flash, carefully sliding his right arm across Peter’s throat and locking on a rear choke.  Peter rises upward, shocked to realize his vulnerable position.  Adam’s choke is tight and secure, and the Brit instantly struggles for air.  One foot at time, Peter pulls his feet underneath him and powers himself upward with his opponent locked across his back. Adam’s knees are locked around the Brit’s narrow waist as Peter stands erect and pries at the arm around his throat.  The protests of the hometown crowd drown out whatever it is that the Canadian is whispering in his opponent’s ear as Peter stumbles in aimless circles around the center of the ring.  Slowly, the Brit stumbles backward into a corner, driving Adam’s lower back into the top turnbuckle, but the Canadian remains locked in place, whispering non-stop in his opponent’s ear.  Peter stumbles out of the corner and back to the center of the ring, his knees quivering.  Adam extends his legs straight, lacing his ankles together in front of his opponent as he continues to choke him and whisper in his ear.  The crowd grows hushed, and some of Adam’s words rise above the din. “Tie you down with them…” he whispers.  “… spank it until you come…  make you scream… make you beg for more…” the Canadian coos.  Peter’s knees buckle and the big man drops.  His knees hit the mat with his opponent hanging from his back and throat.  As he slowly falls to his face, Adam slides to the side, his choke still locked on tightly. Peter’s hands claw at the mat. His shoulders rise a few inches off the mat, but then he slams back down, his face turning blue. Peter’s feet kick at the mat pointlessly as his body shakes, sliding into forced unconsciousness with Adam continuing to whisper, “… slide it in slow at first… pound your ass… fucking tears come down your cheeks….”  The crowd is silent on their feet as Peter’s body stills.  Finally, Adam releases his choke and rolls the big Brit to his back.  Hooking one of the rowers incredibly long legs and leaning back, his hairy underarm stretched across the Brit’s face, Adam slaps down a leisurely, grinning 3 count.  When Adam climbs to his feet and pumps his hands in the air in victory, there are several boos mixed in with the cheers.  The Canadian winks at the crowd before bending over and slidding the union jack trunks off of his unconscious opponent’s long, lean legs.  The boos are silenced when Adam spins the trunks on his forefinger over head, his other hand cupping his ear, challenging the crowds to cheer louder.  He finally flings the trunks toward his loudest cheering section and then jogs back to the boathouse.

Sam “Spock” Loch pumped for the gold medal match
Gold medal contender Sam “Spock” Loch is the first out of the boathouse 30 minutes later.  The crowds are on their feet, chanting, “Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock!”  The smile stretching across the Aussie’s face demonstrates his delight at being the crowd favorite.  Hopping into the ring, the big Aussie flexes his biceps, lingeringly kissing each one in turn.  He’s wearing his yellow square cuts again. 

Pecs oiled and primed, Adam van Koeverden is ready for action
The chanting breaks apart when Sam’s opponent comes sprinting out of the boathouse.  There’s desperate commotion from the stands as the Canadian reaches ringside. He’s naked. His lightly hairy bulging pecs are oiled, as are his powerful thighs.  His long, gorgeous cock dangles, slapping from one thigh to the other as the kayaker climbs onto the ring apron, laces his fingers behind his head, and flexes his stunning torso for the raging fans.  Spock seems thrown off his game as all eyes are fixed on his flexing opponent.  The big, cocky grin fades into a grimace of fury as he suddenly sprints across the ring and slams a pounding forearm across the back of the neck of his opponent, still standing on the ring apron.  Adam is sent flying off the ring apron, landing in a heap on the dock as the Aussie ducks through the ropes and leaps down next to him.  A moment later, Spock scoops his naked opponent up across his chest, swings the Canadian’s feet high and bodyslams the canuck to the dock.  Adam’s back arches high in agony, his perfect cock flopping from side to side at the apex of his impressive bridge. Sam grabs him by the base of his balls, his long fingers stretching around the base of the Canadian’s cock.  When he squeezes, the Canadian gasps, frozen in his high bridge.  Dropping to one knee, Spock slams his free fist into his opponent’s stretched abs, driving the kayaker’s back slamming to the dock, still holding firmly onto his cock and balls with his other hand.  Rising back to his feet, the Aussie pulls on Adam’s captured crotch and pries the Canadian’s back off the dock again, bridging high under his opponent’s control.  Again, the Aussie drops to one knee and drives his fist into the Canadian’s gut, sending Adam slamming to the dock once more.  When Spock climbs to his feet again and begins prying Adam back up by his cock and balls, the Canadian pleads, “No, no, no…. NO!”  Helplessly, he bridges high once again. Sam pulls hard, stretching the Canadian’s shaved junk dangerously. “I’ll rip it off, mate!”  Adam rolls up to his toes and fingertips, wailing, “No, no, no, no, no!!!” Again, Spock drops to one knee and drives a pounding fist deep into the kayaker’s gut. The hush of the crowd is barely contained at the sight of the naked brutality. “Rip it off!” a desperate voice screeches in a distinctly Aussie accent.  “Break him!” a Brit voice shouts.  With the crowd as completely under his control as his opponent, the Aussie climbs back to his feet and drags Adam up to his knees by his hair.  Lunging low, he wraps his huge arms around the Canadian’s waist and hoists the naked wrestler up in his arms in a crushing bearhug.  Adam’s head rolls backward, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he hangs in the Aussie’s clutches.  Charging toward the ring corner, Spock drives Adam’s upper back into the metal ring post.  Releasing him, the Aussie steps back as Adam sinks to his knees, his eyes shut tight in agony.  Spock hops up to the ring apron and pumps his fist in the air as the crowd roars their approval.  Teasingly, he tugs the top of his trunks down. The lower he pulls, the louder the crowd roars.  As Adam is crawling away from the ring post on his hands and knees, Spock suddenly leaps from the apron and drives a double fisted hammer into the center of the kayaker’s back.  Adam slams to his stomach on the dock, his right hand stretching to his lower back trying to reach the point of agony.  Seconds later, the Aussie is straddling his hips, bending low and shoving his arms around his waist.  Dragging him off the dock, Spock lifts his opponent upright in a naked rear bear hug.  He pumps his hips into the sculpted glutes of his naked opponent, making the crowd swoon.  Despite the punishment (or perhaps, because of), Adam’s cock is swelling with excitement, slapping his thighs from side to side as his opponent strides toward the crowd to give the fans an up close look at his complete, humiliating domination.  Beads of sweat drip from the kayaker’s nipples.  After parading his prey before the crowd, Spock walks him back to ringside in the rear bearhug.  Flinging him against the ring apron, the Aussie shoves Adam’s head down to the mat, bending him across the ring apron and sliding the palm of his other hand down the Canadian’s sweaty lower back and lightly hairy muscle glutes. “I hear you like a good spanking!” the Aussie shouts, enlisting laughter and encouragement from the crowd. Pulling the palm of his hand back, he drives it cracking down on the kayaker’s wet cheeks.  Adam’s body jerks in surprise. Kneading the bright red glutes in his hand, Spock groans, “Oooo, this sweet thing is going to be all mine!” Dragging his head off the mat by his sweat soaked hair, the Aussie pulls him away from the ring briefly and then shoves him forward, sending him rolling underneath the ropes and, finally, inside the ring. The match is, for all intents and purposes, over, but the Aussie drags the Canadian across every inch of the ring, battering him with bodyslams over and over.  Adam has no fight in him when the Aussie leaves him groaning in the middle of the ring in order to turn to the stands again. He points at his trunks and then lifts his hands, inquiring what the fans want from him.  “Take it off!” The chant is quickly picked up. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”  He teases them, pretending not to understand, but finally he smiles brightly and bends forward peeling the sweat soaked yellow trunks over his long, massive thighs.  Stepping out of the trunks, he twirls them over head and then tosses them into the stands.  A fight breaks out where they land.  He turns to his opponent, still barely moving flat on his back in a pool of sweat. The Aussie drops to his knees at Adam’s head and walks his hands forward, stretching out overtop of the Canadian’s body.  His hips sag as Spock drops his hammer across Adam’s lips. The roars are deafening as Spock’s hips grind back and forth, his glutes flexing as he drags his hard-on across his opponent’s face.  Finally he slides forward, pinning Adam’s massive shoulders underneath his knees and leaning back, sitting his rock hard ass squarely across the Canadian’s face.  Hooking Adam’s right leg and folding him up, Spock leans backward and pumps his fist in the air as the crowd roars.  “One!” he shouts, slapping the mat. The crowd picks up the count, “two!  three!” Spock keeps slapping the mat as the crowd continues to count to a humiliating, decisive 10 count pin.  Rising to his feet, the muscled Aussie glistens in sweat, his erect cock bobs up and down as the gold medalist bounces on the balls of his feet, soaking in the adoration of the crowd.
Gold medal winner Sam “Spock” Loch shows that rowers have legs, too!
Aussie rower Tate Smith – 6’1″, 203 lbs., 30 y/o
A half an hour later, the teams beginning jogging from the boathouse. First out, gold medalist Sam “Spock” Loch leads his Aussie teammate, Muscleman Tate Smith.  They sport Aussie Bum trunks, Spock in yellow and Tate in green.
Adam van Koeverden has his sights set on team gold now
Bearded bruiser Mark Oldershaw – 6’1″, 207 lbs., 29 y/o

Following them to the ring is team Canada. Hands together and raised over their heads, a winded Adam van Koeverden is joined by his Canadian teammate, kayaker Mark Oldershaw. They wear matching white briefs with red maple leaves across their crotches.

Naked teammates Peter Reed and Steve Williams – 6’3″, 220 lbs., 36 y/o
Team Great Britain sprints from the boathouse next.  Peter Reed is followed by his teammate, muscle hunk Steve Williams.  Both tall rowers wear matching blue speedos with union jacks across their sculpted asses.
Vavrinec Hradliek pumps his upper body with a quick run
Czech badboy kayaker Jan Sterba – 6′,  181 lbs., 31 y/o
The fourth team competing for the gold is Czech semi-finalist Vavrinec Hradilek joined by his countryman, Jan Sterba.  They both jog warily to the ring, wearing tiny, navy blue trunks and taking up position in the last remaining corner.
First into the ring is Aussie Tate Smith oiled up and rarin’ to go!
Canadian Mark Oldershaw wants a piece of the action!
First into the fray are the Aussie Tate and Adam’s teammate, Mark.  The Aussie rower and Canadian kayaker are remarkably evenly matched, but Mark seems particularly determined to work out some vengeance on the Aussie team.  The initial collar and elbow pushes Tate into the Canadian corner. With Mark pressing the Aussie’s chest into the corner, Adam lands three rapid rabbit punches to the big man’s kidneys from behind. Across the ring, Sam demands a halt to the double team, but the Canadians ignore him. Mark lands three sharp knee lifts squarely between the Aussie’s legs. Adam drags the sagging Aussie back up by his hair and clamps on a rear choke from behind the corner.

Muscle stud Sam “Spock” Loch, poised for a pounding

Spock is through the ropes and across the ring in an instant to rescue his teammate.  He spins Mark around and drives a right hook into the Canadian’s lower abdomen.  Mark folds up, clutching his gut, even as Spock drops to his back dragging the back of the Canadian’s head down with him.  Planting his feet on the Canadian’s thighs, the Aussie lifts him off his feet and flips him, sending him soaring halfway across the ring. The free for all is too much for the Czech adrenaline junkies to resist.  Vavrinec and Jan dive into the ring and join the melee.  As Spock turns to free his teammate from Adam’s choke, the Czechs drag Mark, stunned and disoriented, to his feet.  Vavrinec whips him into a sprint by his right wrist, sending him flying into the ropes. As the Canadian bounces off the ropes, Jan soars, the balls of his feet landing squarely across Mark’s chin.  Mark’s head snaps backward and drops to the mat, the back of his skull striking the canvas before any other part of his body.  His eyes roll up in his head even before the Czech’s kayakers begin dropping machine gun leg drops, one instantly falling across his throat and chest after the other. 

In the Canadian corner, Adam gives up the rear choke on Tate to fend off a jab to the chin by the gold medalist.  Tate sags to the middle turnbuckle as Adam climbs through the ropes to go toe-to-toe with Spock in a rematch from their gold medal match.  Both powerhouses eye one another ferociously, fists clenched, muscles flaring, until the Czech pair land simultaneous, side-by-side flying drop kicks to the back of the gold medal winner. Spock flies forward as Adam swiftly ducks to the side, leaving the Aussies to collide in a heap in the corner behind him.  For the moment, the Czechs seem ready to ally with Adam, as Adam scoops up Sam and throws him to the docks over the top rope.  The Czech pair rolls Tate out of the ring as well.  Adam leaps from the ring apron to pursue Sam as the Czechs crouch, poised on the ring apron, waiting for Tate to climb to his feet.

Finally the Brits can’t resist staking their claim in the melee. Peter and Steve climb through the ropes and drag Mark back up to his feet.  Peter whips the dazed kayaker sprinting into the ropes. Catapulted back, Steve soars, landing yet another drop kick into the canuck’s powerful pecs and flinging him to his back with a bang.  Peter hoists the battered canuck to his feet and locks on a steel trap full nelson, leaving Mark’s ripped core wide open for Steve to use him like a punching bag.  The big, dominant Brits pound the living shit out of the bearded Canadian. When Steve takes a step back from the pummeling for a breather, Peter releases his right hand and shoves it between Mark’s thighs, grabbing hold of the canuck’s balls and lifting him off his feet. Dropping to one knee, the towering Brit drives Mark’s bashed midsection down across his outstretched thigh.

Adam on the docks, landing a barrage of stomps to Sam’s back when he hears his partner scream.  The Canadian flies underneath the bottom rope, back into the ring to rescue his teammate.  Before he Canadian reaches his feet, however, Steve’s right hand is wrapped around his neck, lifting him off his feet, and slamming him to his back.

Outside the ring, the Czechs have waited for Tate to climb, dazed, to his feet. Vavrinec leaps for a cross body tackle, but the big Aussie rower catches him in mid-air.  Unfortunately for the Aussie, Jan is a half a step behind his partner, landing a drop kick into Vavrinec’s back that lifts Tate off his feet and sends him sprawling to the dock with Vavrinec landing hard on top of him.  The viscious Czech semi-finalist grabs Tate by the ears, pulls his head off the dock, and then slams the back of his head into the wood decking.  The big Aussie is out like a light, as Jan sprawls on his stomach next to Tate’s head to slap down the 3-count that knocks half of team Australia out of the competition.  The Czech’s seem to have momentarily forgotten about the other half of team Australia, however. Spock is back on his feet and charging like a bull.  He picks Vavrinec up by the back of his neck with one hand and flings him off of Tate.  Jan tries to roll out of reach, but the long arms of the Aussie rower snag the second Czech by a handful of hair.  Spock locks his long right arm around Jan’s neck and bulldogs the Czech, face first to the dock.  Jan’s eyes spin as Spock wraps his arm around his throat and begins to choke him into unconsciousness.  At the same time, the long, lean rower wraps his legs in a figure-4 around Vavrinec’s throat lying nearby.  In a minute, both Czech’s are choked out, counted out, and stacked like cordwood by the ferocious gold medalist.

Mark enters the fray to crush the gold medalist

The Brits are in the middle of dragging the Canadians to their feet when all four men in the ring see the raging Aussie hop up to the ring apron and leap over the top rope, roaring with fury.  The gold medalist is stunning, sweaty muscles bulging, veins popping out, rage curling his lips.  He strikes such an imposing figure, he’s instantly targeted by all four of the remaining competitors.  Peter dumps Mark to the mat and locks up the Aussie in a collar and elbow.  It’s just a distraction, though, as Steve and Adam momentarily cooperate to stalk the dominant Aussie, approaching from opposite sides.  Peter controls Sam’s upper body long enough for the other two to grab his ankles.  In a flash, Sam is twisted  over, flat on his back, with Peter stretching his arms overhead and Adam and Steve each holding an ankle, spreading his legs wide.  A few seconds later, Mark is on his feet, catching his breath, and assessing the situation.  With the champ splayed out so vulnerably, the Canadian leaps directly over top of him and drives his knee down into the muscled Aussie’s rock hard abs.  Sam’s body jerks violently, but his limbs remain held down as Mark straddles his hips and drives a barrage of fists into this gut.  “Stuff the fucker!” Adam shouts to his teammate. Mark winks back, slides forward, tugs his big-headed cock out of his trunks, and shoves it in the Aussie’s gasping mouth.  “I’ll show you how to drop the hammer, fucker!” the Canadian snarls.  Mark leans forward on his hands, raising and lowering his hips as he shoves his cock in and out.  Sputtering and gasping with the slab of Canadian bacon choking him, Sam coughs out, “I give! I give!”

Peter Reed has the muscle, but does he have the fire?

Instantly, team Canada and team Great Britain glare at one another.  The Brits are by far the fresher team.  But Adam’s victory over Peter in the semi-finals has left the big Brit wary.  The crowd is hushed as all four men crouch, poised to pounce over top of the fallen Aussie.  As if a gunshot went off, everyone charges.  The initial scramble pits Mark and Steve rolling for advantage on the mat while Peter and Adam are locked in a test of strength on their feet, their fingers laced together and their chests pounding into each other.  Peter has the clear advantage in height and weight, but Adam seems to have his number.  The Brit stumbles backward and then drops to one knee as Adam twists his wrists.  Sweat pours off of them in streams as Peter slowly rolls to his back, Adam pinning the backs of his hands to the mat and straddling the Brit’s chest.

Adam is one powerfully build muscle man!

Peter’s teammate fares better in the scramble. Steve ends up straddled on Mark’s back, wrenching the Canadian’s left arm up his lower back.  The bearded kayaker grimaces but refuses to give.  When Steve climbs to his feet, yanking upward on the captured arm in one hand and prying Mark’s right ankle up at the same time, the Canadian’s groans rise an octave. Three quick heel stomps to the Canadian’s arched lower back make him wail, and when Steve drops to his ass, bending his opponent backward around his feet jammed into his lower back and pulling on the captured arm and ankle, the canuck finally gasps, “I submit!”

Steve is on his feet in time to see his partner flat on his back, hands pinned over his hips, clearly under the spell of the Canadian grinding their crotches together.  Adam screeches with fury when Steve drags him off of Peter by his hair.  The powerful rower drags the canuck to his feet and stretches him out in a shoulder wrenching full nelson.  The crowd is roaring as the Brits are in control of the double team, with Steve screaming at his partner to pummel the last remaining competitor.  Peter climbs to his knees, stroking his fingertips across the bulges of the Canadian’s muscled torso.  The Brit’s speedo is filled beyond capacity, the head of his cut cock sliding out the top of his trunks near his left hip. He tugs Adam’s briefs off and clutches the white fabric, inhaling the canuck’s scent deeply. Steve is screaming at him to put the canuck away, but he’s fixated on the swollen cock dangling in front of him.  Hungrily, he slides his tongue from the tip of Adam’s cock up to the base, making the Canadian shiver. Lifting the cock, he rests Adam’s balls on his tongue, lapping at them gently and making precum dribble from the kayaker.  Steve is screaming, shaking Adam back and forth, but Peter grabs him by the hips, opens wide, and slides the Canadian’s cock inside his mouth. Adam’s body tenses as he’s worked on.  A minute and a half later, he jerks, his hips lunging forward, still hanging suspended Steve’s full nelson.  Peter sucks him dry, as the Canadian hunk groans. When Peter slowly rises to his feet and plants his lips across Adam’s gaping mouth in a passionate kiss, Adam goes limp.  The crowd hushes in anticipation as Steve shakes the Canadian from side to side. Weakly, wasted, the Canadian concedes, “I submit.”  Peter and Steve flex for the hometown crowd gone wild.

Peter flexes in victory

Team Gold: Great Britain

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