More Olympic Spirit

There nearly wasn’t a divers’ edition of the fictional homoerotic wrestling competition in my imagination and on the pages of this blog.  But the boys of the boards have some hardcore wrestling fan lobbyists.  In case you’re new to the Olympic Spirit series, keep in mind that this is fiction. I don’t imagine that many/any of the athletes are, in fact, accomplished professional wrestlers.  These characters’ proclivities toward sadism, masochism, underhandedness, petulance, or homoerotic wrestling kink are entirely inventions of my imagination.  With one notable exception in this particular round robin, the actual sexual orientations of the boys featured are unknown or at least largely uninteresting to me.  It’s fiction, and in my imagination, all hot, hard-bodied hunks love homoerotic wrestling as much as you and I do!  So set the pro wrestling ring up poolside, pack the stands with the likes of you and me, and bring out the diving speedo boys. They’re done with diving and ready to throw down for the gold that matters most to us.
American Troy Dumais – 5’6″, 150 lbs., 32 y/o
American Troy Dumais has been a fixture in world class diving for over a decade, but he reached the top tier of homoerotic wrestling divers in just the past three years.  He competed in the final gold medal match following the diving World Cup six months ago, suffering a brutal loss to the Australian megastar, Matt “M ‘n’ M” Mitcham.  Despite the humiliating defeat, it was Troy’s best showing in his homoerotic wrestling career.  The rip and strip match also earned him the nickname “D-Train,” and all eyes are on his biggest bulge in the competition when Troy strolls out of the locker room and climbs into the ring wearing navy blue speedos with a red pouch accentuating his two handfuls of fun stuffed in his trunks.

China’s Kai Qin – 5’7″, 143 lbs., 26 y/o
Troy’s opponent is the Chinese terminator, “unstoppable” Kai Qin.  On the 3 meter springboard, at least, Kai’s been dominating the world like a fucking machine!  However, the master of the boards stayed out of the extramural homoerotic wrestling competitions until the World Cup this past February.  Although China’s national athletic program has been determined to dominate the world in everything they set their mind to, Kai went down in a brutally one-sided mauling in the early qualifying rounds in February, choking out a wailing submission with Mexico’s Yahel Castillo Huerta’s cock halfway down his throat.  However here in London, Kai cleared the qualifying rounds easily, and the rumor mill is buzzing that  China has hired top-tier wrestling porn stars to make sure that the gold is their’s this time around.  Kai is cool as ice as he strolls along poolside, slowly but confidently, approaching the ring in minuscule black and red speedos.
The moment he climbs through the ropes, the Chinese superstar sneers across the ring at Troy and flexes his biceps.  He studies his muscles adoringly for several seconds, pumping his arms and making the veins on his baseball bi’s rise to the surface.  Finally, his gaze returns to his opponent, tilting his head inquiringly as if to ask silently, “What do you think of that?”  Troy strolls across the ring and flexes his right bicep directly in front of Kai’s, giving a head-to-head comparison for the applauding crowd.  The American is strong, but there’s no denying that Kai’s bi’s are bigger.  Kai shoves Troy’s arm away dismissively and laces his fingers behind his head, slowly contracting his muscles in a wave extending down his torso and legs.  His peaked abdominals flash rock-hard, his muscles narrowed around his wasp-thin waist.  Rising to the challenge, Troy does likewise in a side-by-side comparison.  Again, the American’s abs are carved beautifully, but his muscle development is less symmetrical, his hips wider, his physique less aesthetically perfect. Kai points his right toe, squeezing his massive quads and slowly rotating his leg back and forth, displaying his gorgeous lower body.  Troy follows suit, again unmistakably falling short in a side-by-side.  The Chinese hunk contemptuously steps in front of him, places his fists on his hips and strikes a beautiful lat spread.  His width isn’t stunning, but his shoulders are molded, his lean pecs become a roadmap of stunning vascularity.  Troy steps in front of him and strikes an identical pose, demonstrating his wider wingspan and slightly broader shoulders.  Like lightening, Kai jabs his heel into the back of Troy’s knees, dropping the American to his knees.  A split second later, the Chinese hunk flings him backward by two handfuls of the American’s hair.  Troy’s head bounces of the mat and he quickly rolls into a ball on his side, cradling the back of his head.  Kai moves as if to pounce on top of his stunned opponent, but the roar of the crowd catches his attention.  One hand behind his head, he flexes his abs and a single bicep and plants the sole of his right foot on Troy’s head. The typically stoic diver cracks a one-sided grin as he soaks in the rising cheers from the stands.  The fans from behind him begin to stomp, and Kai turns around and flexes a double bicep for them, his speedo revealing that he’s turned on by their adoration.  He steps into the nearest corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, making his baseball biceps bounce in another double bi.  The gorgeous Chinese hunk is already intoxicated with the taste of victory when he feels the right fist of his opponent pounding his balls. Troy has easily snuck up from behind the over-confident diver and like the calm, cool veteran he is, he makes the most of Kai’s mistakes.  He hoists the Chinese stud across his shoulders for only a second before bouncing him back off and sending Kai soaring through the air and crash landing on his side in the middle of the ring.
Troy is far too savvy to give his opponent even a second to recover.  He drags Kai up by a fistful of hair and then drops him back to his knees with a vicious knee to the balls.  Immediately, Troy drags him back up by his hair, only to drop him again with still another nasty knee lift to his testicles.  A third time up by the hair and down again with a knee to the crotch leaves Kai weeping, leaning limply into the American.  Holding him up by a fistful of hair, Troy digs deep into his own trunks and pulls out his legendary D-Train, hooking his trunks underneath his massive balls.  The crowd is on their feet as the chant begins, “D-Train, D-Train, D-Train!”  Kai winces as he’s humiliatingly dick whipped across the face, each slap making Troy’s cock swell.  A shove to the forehead and the Chinese hopeful topples weakly to his back.  Immediately, Troy straddles his chest, folding Kai’s legs over, pinning his shoulders to the mat.  Troy pivots his hips backward and plunges his hard rod into his opponent’s mouth.  Kai chokes and sputters, but he’s securely pinned as the American slaps down a slow 3-count, playfully sliding his cock in and out with each count.  Victoriously, he climbs to his feet and pumps his fists in the air as the crowd rages, celebrating the American’s win and fiercely appreciative of his fully erect cock pointing toward the nose-bleed seats.
Australian Matthew “M ‘n’ M” Mitcham – 5’9″, 148 lbs., 24 y/o
Aussie rower Sam “Spock” Loch – 6’2″, 193 lbs., 29 y/o
Once the combatants from the first match make it back to the locker room, there’s considerable confusion amid the cacophony that greets the next athletes to emerge.  The Australian contender for the individual gold, “Marvelous” Matt “M ‘n’ M” Mitcham, wearing solid yellow square cuts, is led to the ring by gold medalist homoerotic wrestling rower, and fellow Aussie, Sam Loch.  Sam is in the Aussie national team green warm-ups as he leads the way across the pool deck.  When they reach ringside, Sam firmly rubs down his lean countryman, massaging Matt’s muscles from head to toe while offering last minute coaching.  Matt shakes his limbs loose as Sam climbs up to the ring apron and sits on the middle rope, pressing the top rope up to assist Matt as he climbs into the ring.  Sam reaches through the ropes and lands a sharp slap across Matt’s hot, hard glutes, and then hops off the ring apron to take a seat the in the front row of the stands.  Oddsmakers have put Matt as the prohibitive favorite in this match up, after having largely dominated homoerotic wrestling diving competitions for the past three years.  He’s famously known to have promised that he’d retire from diving if it weren’t for the fact that he’d no longer qualify for the wrestling competitions that follow the world class diving meets.
Britain’s Tom Daley – 5’10”, 163 lbs., 18 years (and 2 months) old
Matt’s opponent is making the most hotly anticipated homoerotic wrestling debut in history.  British it-boy, Tom “The Bomb” Daley has been competing in world class competitive diving since he was 9 years old, and he made his biggest/smallest splash competing in the 2008 Olympics at the age of 14.  The other divers have been circling “The Bomb” like sharks for the past two years, waiting for the minute the babyface Brit turns 18 and is eligible to compete in the homoerotic wrestling circuit.  The magic day occured just two months ago, and the teen dream’s debut in the ring comes in front of the biggest audience in the world in his own hometown. His qualifying  matches packed in standing-room-only crowds as the hometown hero babyface shocked highly ranked Mexican Yahel Castillo Huerta, and then followed up with an equally shocking hogtied humiliation all over Aussie Ethan Warren.  Tanned, toned, and sexy as hell in his bulging white trunks with red and blue trim, for the gold medal match Tom walks the distance between the locker room and the ring like he owns the place. Between the hometown crowd and fans of hot young meat, the roar from the stands is deafening as he climbs up to the ring apron and steps through the ropes.  Matt smiles and nods appreciatively, head tilted as he looks his beautiful young opponent up and down. A quick adjustment to the pouch of his trunks suggests that Tom seems to like what he sees, as well.  The hungry hunks circle the ring briefly before jostling for position in a collar and elbow tie up.  The young Brit takes advantage of his extra muscle to press his opponent, step by step, backward into the ropes.  Matt lifts his hands, calling for a clean break off the ropes.  Tom gently pats the Aussie’s chest good-naturedly and then releases him, taking a step backward.  When Matt pushes himself off the ropes, the Brit prodigy suddenly swings his right fist, driving it deep into the Aussie’s lower abs.  Matt stumbles backward and sags in the ropes, his right arm clutched defensively across his abdomen.  Tom drags him by his right wrist off the ropes and sends the Aussie sprinting across the ring, catapulted off the ropes, and sprinting back.  The Brit dives forward and lands a pounding shoulder block high into his opponent’s chest, knocking the Aussie to his back with a loud bang.  Tom “The Bomb” demonstrates remarkable ring savvy and maturity as he presses his advantage.  He stays focused on the Aussie’s core, dragging him into a corner to use him as a punching bag, then delivering a barrage of knee lifts in the ropes, and finally lifting the Aussie off his feet only to drop him, abs-first, across his outstretched thigh.  His pacing is impeccable. He’s methodical and unhurried, but the teen dream sets up each move well before his opponent has time to recover from the last.  The fans are on their feet and driven wild with excitement for their hometown hero.  No one predicted the rookie could so dominate the most successful homoerotic wrestling diver on the circuit.  Matt is clearly wearing thin from the sustained assault when he finds himself on his knees in front of the teenage phenom, unable to defend himself from having his head locked between the Brit’s lightly hairy legs.  It’s the first element in what has quickly become Tom “The Bomb’s” signature finisher: the powerbomb.

The crowd begins chanting, “Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!” as Tom laces his fingers behind his head and swivels his hips, showing off his hot abs while cranking painfully on his opponent’s neck trapped between his thighs.  His trunks are tented and liberally stained with precum.  He leans forward and yanks on the back of Matt’s trunks, giving him a wedgie as he pulls the Aussie off his knees.  Quickly, he hooks his arms around the Aussie’s waist, lifting him off his feet and rolling him over his shoulder, suspending him across his back by his shoulders.  Matt hangs in a crucifix, fear in his eyes as the ripped teenager parades him around the ring. Tom hoists him high overhead, positioning him for the powerbomb.  He starts to lean forward to drive Matt’s upper back to the mat when he freezes.  The savvy Aussie has hooked his ankles around the top ring rope, just within reach.  Tom’s arms quiver, and suddenly buckle from the strain of holding his opponent up.  Matt drops to his knees behind him, nearly toppling the Brit backward.  By the time Tom rights himself and turns around to face his the Aussie, Matt has gathered his wits and swiftly yanks down the teenage phenom’s trunks.  Tom’s lovely, long cock and hairy balls tumble out, his hot rod hard and pointed directly at Matt’s face.  The Aussie grabs the shaft of the British beef in both hands, and almost instantly Tom winces, nearly doubles over, and then shoots a jet of cum that splashes off the Aussie’s chest and ricochets to the mat.  Matt yanks the teen dream’s feet out from underneath him, and Tom slams to his back just as a second jet of cum erupts, shooting up and over his shoulder and staining the mat next to his face.  His trunks are violently yanked off his ankles and even as an astonishing third pump of cum dribbles out, Matt spreads the Britboy’s legs wide, capturing Tom’s left leg between the Aussie’s legs and prying wide Tom’s right leg with one hand.  With his free hand, the Aussie claws the beautiful Brit’s hairy balls, making The Bomb’s lower back bridge off the mat and a scream rip from his throat.  The teen dream slaps the mat frantically and begs to be let go. “P-p-p-uh-lease!  Oh fuck! I give up!”  The submission instantly subdues the crowd.  Boos and grumblings pepper the stands.  But they grow nearly silent when Matt lets go of the ball claw, but maintains the crotch ripping spread-eagle, stroking his free hand down the length of the Britboy’s lightly hairy, sweaty legs lustfully. The Aussie veteran is taking full advantage of delivering the teen dream’s first humiliating defeat, owning his body and playing him like a musical instrument.  The Aussie’s hand slowly finds its way back to the teen’s still erect cock, and another two minutes of working it strokes Tom to yet another, slightly less productive eruption.  Tom lies in a pool of his own sweat and cum when he feels Matt’s lips brush his own.  He opens his eyes just in time to see the Aussie’s foot stomp down on his chest as Matt flexes his biceps for the reluctantly impressed crowd.

20 minutes later, Troy jogs confidently out of the locker room and arrives for the gold medal match in a navy blue thong.  His pouch swings wildly with each step, and each pendulum swing makes the stands roar that much louder.  Leaping into the ring and pumping his fists in the air, he acknowledges the chants already beginning to pulse through the crowd: “D-Train! D-Train! D-Train!”  He bounces his bulge in the palm of his right hand, shooting the stands a sly wink that makes them chant louder. With the fans solidly at his back, Troy perches atop the top turnbuckle in one corner to await his opponent’s arrival.

Matt’s choice of gear is inspired!
The wait grows awkward as minutes pass by.  The chant of “D-Train” starts to die out when finally M ‘n’ M walks out of the locker room and across the pool deck, once again accompanied by his gold medalist countryman and muscle beast companion, Sam Loch.  Matt has a towel wrapped around his tiny waist as he strolls up to ringside.  Both he and Sam climb up to the ring apron as the crowd grows hushed.  Both Aussie studs slip inside the ring, and the stands erupt into cheers when Sam suddenly grabs Matt’s wrist and pumps his fist overhead. The noise nearly busts eardrums when abruptly Sam yanks the towel away from Matt’s waist to reveal that the Aussie has arrived to wrestle for the gold completely naked.

Sam gives Troy a wink as he steps through the ropes and drops to the pool deck, carrying Matt’s towel across his shoulder as he takes his seat in the stands.  It’s lost on no one that this is a rematch from the gold medal match at the World Cup just a few months ago.  Troy remains perched in the corner, staring impassively down at his naked opponent as Matt stands with his hands on his hips, staring back.  When the American finally hops off the turnbuckle, the action starts fast and furious.  Troy puts Matt to his back with a sweep of his right leg, but he can’t press his advantage before the naked Aussie is back on his feet.  Matt snaps on a side headlock, grinding his knuckles into Troy’s temple for a few seconds before hip tossing him to his back.  The Aussie tries to maintain the headlock on the mat, but the American kicks free and both hunks get to their feet at the same time.  An approach for a collar and elbow is just a feint, as Troy drives the ball of his right foot into his opponent’s lower abdomen.  When Matt doubles forward clutching his gut, the American hanks the Aussie’s elbows backward, pulls him off his feet by his trapped arms, and drives Matt face-first into the mat.  Troy clamps on his own side-headlock, returning the favor for the knuckles to his temple earlier.  The Aussie fights his way to his knees after a couple of minutes and busts free from the hold with two sharp elbows to Troy’s ribs.  Both wrestlers simultaneously sprint toward the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and are catapulted off the ropes toward one another.  Both savvy veterans clearly have the same idea, right arms outstretched and catching one another at exactly the same moment with identical clotheslines across the throat.  They’re both driven hard to their backs, their heads bouncing off of the mat, and neither wrestler moves for a moment.  The crowd is on their feet, now evenly divided in pulling for either stud.  Troy is the first to pull his head off the mat groggily, but Matt is first to climb to his knees.  He dives on top of his opponent, straddling Troy’s chest and slamming the back of his head to the mat by his ears.  Matt’s cock dangles directly over head as Troy’s eyes roll into the back of his head, seriously dazed.  Reaching behind him, Matt rips the navy blue thong off of him with one violent jerk.  Pressing it to his nose, the Aussie breathes in his opponent’s scent, making his eyes flutter.  Then he stuffs the string and pouch into Troy’s mouth.  Before the American is fully aware of what’s happening, the Aussie climbs over Troy’s head, sitting down directly overhead.  He positions Troy’s head between his legs, resting on the Aussie’s swelling cock.  Matt squeezes his opponent’s captured head between his silky smooth thighs and then reaches forward and snags Troy’s left leg by the knee.  He folds Troy up by his captured leg, stretching the American’s hamstring until his ankle is hooked under the Aussie’s arm and Troy’s hamstring quivers in agony.  The American champ is locked up tight, his naked ass rolled up humiliatingly as he desperately attempts to kick his free leg to yank himself free.  He’s going nowhere.  Matt lands a couple of taunting punches to the American’s vulnerable chest.  Troy’s energy is fading and, more importantly, his confidence that he can escape and continue to battle on wanes.  Matt signals for silence, and the crowd obediently grows hushed after about 2 minutes of the stump puller.  “Time to give it up, old man!” the Aussie barks down at him.  “Your ass is, once again, all mine, mate!”  Troy whimpers like a wounded animal, his body convulsing in a fresh wave of desperation.  But when Matt pulls back on his captured leg another fraction of an inch, the American wails, “I submit!!!!”  The Aussie gold medalist releases the leg and scissors and climbs up, pinning Troy’s shoulders to the mat underneath his knees.  The gorgeous gold medalist lowers his naked ass across the American’s face, slides left and right to really shove Troy’s nose up between his cheeks, and then flexes a double bicep pose that brings the crowd to their feet, unquestioningly delighted by the gold medal victory.

Kai is back for another try at China’s first gold medal.
Mexico’s Yahel Castillo Huerta – 5’6″, 146 lbs., 25 y/o

A half an hour later four teams make their way to the ring to determine the tag team gold.  Curious applause greets Kai Qin when he climbs up to the ring apron with his chosen partner, Mexican hottie Yahel Castillo Huerta. Kai passed over his highly accomplished Chinese diving teammates to select the hot Mexican stud who handed him his first homoerotic wrestling defeat.  Standing on the ring apron by their corner, Yahel holds the back of Kai’s head and speaks feverishly in his ear as the Chinese superstar nods.  The two wear matching black and red speedos.

Troy Dumais anchors team America.
American David Boudia – 5’8″, 154 lbs., 23 y/o.

Troy Dumais earns an enthusiastic roar of appreciation from the crowd for his outstanding showing in individual competition when he comes jogging across the pool deck with his young partner, fellow American David Boudia. Troy wears a navy blue and white speedo, and his partner sports a complimentary red and white speedo.

Tom “The Bomb” Daley is feeling the heat for gold.
Britain’s other teen dream, Chris Mears – 5’8″, 154 lbs., 19 y/o

Once again, the loudest welcome is for team Great Britain, as semi-finalist sex bomb Tom Daley trots across the pool deck side by side with Britain’s other teen dream, smoking hot 19 year old pretty boy Christopher Mears.  Both handsome hotties wear matching white speedos with blue and red trim.  They’re the youngest team in Olympic homoerotic wrestling history, and what they lack in ring experience they more than make up for in hometown advantage. The stands are shaking with the stomps and shouts of excitement when Tom and Chris climb onto the ring apron. They pump their fists in the air, acknowledging the roaring crowd.

Australian Ethan Warren (5’8″, 159 lbs., 20 y/o) joins Matt Mitcham in pursuit of team gold.
When team Australia strolls across the pool deck, the crowds are divided in their reaction.  There’s plenty of enthusiastic cheering for the bare naked beatdown that gold medalist Matt “M ‘n’ M” Mitcham dished out all over Troy Dumais, but a furious contingent of Brit loyalists boo the gold medalist, still resenting his crushing defeat of the hopes and dreams of their barely legal Brit champion, Tom.  Going for team gold, Matt has selected his highly competitive countryman, Ethan Warren, to accompany him into battle wearing matching, minuscule green speedos.  As the Aussies take their corner, Ethan glares furiously across the ring at Tom. The proud Aussie is clearly still smarting from his humiliating loss to the teen dream in qualifying rounds, in which Tom “The Bomb” knocked him senseless with a powerbomb, pinned him for the 3-count, and then stripped Ethan on the way to using his trunks to hogtie his arms and legs and leave him in the ring, relying on the medics to extricate him. Glaring across the ring, Ethan points threateningly at Tom and shouts profanities that are drowned out by the roaring crowd.  Matt grabs his teammate’s face in his hands until Ethan calms down.  The gold medalist plants a kiss on Ethan’s mouth, which makes the furious Aussie finally crack a smile. The two embrace, Matt patting the back of Ethan’s head consolingly.
Aussie hunk Ethan has his sights set on revenge.
Handsome young American hunk David is eager to bring home the gold.
Ethan and David square off to begin the 4-way gold medal match.  The two are nearly perfectly matched pound for pound and inch for inch. As they begin circling the ring, Ethan veers toward the Brits’ corner and takes a wild swing at Tom’s face, but the teen dream easily backs away out of reach and smiles coyly as the Aussie continues to circle, keeping his eyes primarily on the American in the ring.  When the game of cat and mouse finally concludes, the two lean hunks crash together in the center of the ring, jockeying for position and leverage.  The Aussie catches David off balance and pulls him forward, dropping the American with a thud to his knees.  A spinning kick to the back of the handsome hunk’s head sends David toppling like timber, clutching the back of his head and writhing on the mat.  Ethan points at Tom and then at the American at his feet, signaling that he’s got the same plan in store for the “The Bomb.”  For the next five minutes, the aggressive Aussie unleashes one devastating, high impact move after another all over his opponent’s beautiful body.  Repeated scoop slams tenderize the American’s lower back.  Leaping knee drops into David’s spine makes his limbs jerk and spasm uncontrollably.  Flung across the ring and bouncing off the ropes, a foot to the gut followed by a rapid fire bulldog leaves the American in the fetal position, far from the reprieve of any corner.  Ethan is like a machine, each devastating maneuver followed by an icy cold stare and wordless promise toward Tom.  His over the knee backbreaker makes David wail, but when he scoops the American back up and drives him down again, and again, and again across his thigh, Ethan nearly knocks the junior partner of the American team out cold from the pain.  Troy climbs the middle turnbuckle and stretches himself over the rope as far as possible, pleading for his partner to tag him in, but even if he could reach, David is bashed nearly to oblivion.  When Ethan yanks the Yank’s trunks down in yet another over the knee backbreaker and grabs hold of his shaved balls, David screams.  After a half a minute of squeezing the claw with the American draped limply over Ethan’s thigh, David passes out from the pain.  Rolling him off his knee and planting his foot on the lovely American’s chest, Ethan counts out a humiliating 3-count while flashing a most muscular pose aimed squarely at the British corner.
Quickly, Troy finds himself without a partner.
Troy dives through the ropes, but comes up short when Ethan crouches low, arms raised, ready to take on the senior American partner.  Matt shouts for his partner to tag him in, and Ethan obediently backs to his corner cautiously, eyes on the American, and tags in the gold medalist for yet another show down between Matt and Troy.
M ‘n’ M is hungry for more

As they begin circling, the American is unmistakably unsettled.  Matt grabs his own crotch and gives Troy a wink.  When the Aussie takes the initiative and charges, the American backs away, clearly intimidated by the gold medalist eyeing him like a steak dinner.  Matt bounces Troy off the ropes and sends him sprinting to the other side of the ring.  As Troy turns and leans into the top rope, preparing to be catapulted back, from the ring apron Ethan lands a brutal kick into the American’s lower back.  Troy drops face first to the mat, his right hand stretched behind his back.  A half a second later, Matt drops a knee into the back of his head.  Troy’s head bounces off the mat and the American rolls to his side, revealing his crushed nose spewing blood like a faucet.  He’s defenseless, but the gold medalist takes the time to drag him across the ring on his back and stack David, still out cold, on top of him.  Straddling David’s ass, the Aussie pumps his finger in the air as the crowd joins in the count.  “ONE! TWO! THREE!”  The American’s are summarily dismissed from gold medal contention.  While the remaining two teams eye one another to decide who faces the imposing Aussie team next, Matt and Ethan drag the Americans from the ring and leave them in a heap on the pool deck.

Kai takes coaching from his corner.

Kai finally ducks through the ropes to take up the challenge, as Yahel rubs his shoulders firmly and shouts last minute coaching advice.  Matt eyes the Chinese hunk with a sideways grin as the two begin to circle the ring, but rather than lock up, Matt suddenly tags in his partner instead.  Ethan quickly climbs back in and charges.  He backs Kai into the ropes and drives a stunning knee to the Chinese hunk’s lower abdomen.  A whip off the ropes sends Kai sprinting across the ring and back again.  He smoothly ducks under the Aussie’s clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes once more.  A second clothesline attempt from Ethan earns the Aussie two soaring feet to the face as the leaping Chinese stud lands a flying drop kick.  The crowds are on their feet cheering the stunning display of athleticism, but as his partner coaches him from the corner, Kai remains focused on capitalizing on his advantage.  He attacks the Aussie’s powerful legs, lifting his ankles and driving heel strikes into Ethan’s hamstrings.  Ethan flops like a fish, trying to kick free, but Kai translates every command from his corner into instant, vicious destruction.  “Side of the knee!” Yahel barks and in a flash the Chinese hunk kicks savagely into the side of Ethan’s right knee.  “Twist the ankle!” the Mexican stud shouts, and instantly Kai drops the Aussie’s left leg and pins that ankle to the mat with his foot, then sharply twists Ethan’s right ankle outward, prying on the Aussie’s toes to add that much more agony.  Ethan reaches for his right knee, whimpering, but another command barked from Yahel results in a smooth, fast transition to a figure-4 leglock, with Kai arching his back to make the trapped Aussie scream.  Bridging off the mat, the Chinese hunk’s trunks are stretched to capacity. He may be a rookie, but he’s clearly got a taste for dominating the competition!

The Teen Dream Team isn’t about to lift a finger to help Ethan.

Ethan strains to reach his partner’s outstretched hand, but they’re miles apart.  The Aussie suffers, his face contorted in silent agony punctuated by wails uncontrollably escaping from his throat.  Yahel applauds his partner from the corner.  It’s all going Kai’s way until the tenacious young Aussie slowly begins to stretch his shoulder off the mat, twisting his torso and slowly prying both wrestlers to the side.  Kai’s hips drop to the mat and he flexes his rock hard thighs, trying to rip Ethan’s knee apart before he can mount any further attempt at a counter.  But the Aussie’s legs are freakishly strong, and he endures the tendon-stretching agony to slowly, finally muscle himself over to his stomach.  Abruptly the pressure on the knees reverses, with Kai’s knee suddenly stretched to the limit.  Ethan lifts his shoulders off the mat, adding leverage to the reversed figure-4 and making the Chinese hunk cry out in anguish.  Slowly, Kai rolls to his side, twisting Ethan to his side with him.  The balance teeters back and forth as they struggle for top.  Suddenly, Kai’s fist drives into the side of Ethan’s quad.  Their legs spring apart and both men struggle to drag themselves across the ring.  Ethan is close to the British corner, and he easily makes it there well before Kai can reach Yahel.  Ethan stretches his hand out, pleading for a tag-in, but the Teen Dream Team fold their arms across their chests and turn their backs on him, both lovely young hunks refusing to take the tag.  Ethan is still pleading when Yahel’s heel drives into the middle of his back.

Dominating an opponent makes Yahel excited!

The Mexican stud stomps the living shit out the Aussie!  From head to toe, Yahel pounds inch by inch down the length of the Aussie’s body, lingering for several nasty stomps to Ethan’s already damaged right knee. The crowd grows hushed at the depth of brutality. Ethan’s limbs bounce and quiver even after his opponent takes a step back for a quick breather.  He’s still well within reach of the British corner, but the Teen Dream Team continues to adamantly refuse to make any attempt to take the tag he continues to plead for.  Yahel places each foot on the back of the Aussie’s knees and laces their ankles together, snags Ethan’s wrists, and pries the Aussie hunk’s upper body rolling off the mat.  Slowly lowering himself to his back, Yahel suspends Ethan overhead, effectively using the Aussie’s own weight to pry apart his shoulders and knees.  The Aussie wails in agony as his teammate pleads with him from across the ring to endure, but it only takes about 10 seconds before he’s screaming, “I GIVE! I GIVE!!!”

Matt’s back to redeem team Australia

Matt dives through the ropes in an instant, but the savvy Mexican diver dumps Ethan and swiftly rises to his feet to defend himself.  Tom and Chris delight in dragging Ethan under the ropes and stomping on him a few more times before dumping him to the pool deck. Inside the ring, Matt and Yahel eye one another warily.  They’re old adversaries, and 9 times out of 10, the Aussie has bested Yahel.  But a quick snag of Matt’s head, and he’s bent forward in a skull crushing side-headlock, being dragged to Yahel’s corner.  A quick tag-in and Kai climbs to the top turnbuckle and drops an elbow down between the gold medalist’s shoulder blades.  Matt drops to his knees, his upper back arched in pain.  Now on the ring apron, Yahel reaches through the ropes and grabs the Aussie by the hair, banging his face into the middle turnbuckle.  Matt is dazed as Kai drags him by his ankles farther into the ring, leaving him flat on his back as the Chinese high flyer leaps over him and climbs to the top turnbuckle again.

Kai’s acrobatics off the top turnbuckle

Facing outside the ring, Kai jumps straight up, spinning in a blur of a double sommersault before splashing down belly to belly on the Aussie.  He quickly hops off, and Matt’s body pikes, his head and feet levitating off the mat as he clutches his arms across his abs breathlessly.  Again, Kai positions himself on the top turnbuckle, pauses, and then leaps.  The double sommersault is stunningly fast and perfectly executed.  His muscled body is a blur as he spins in mid-air and then stretches himself for the splash down.  Unfortunately for Kai, the veteran Aussie lifts his knees to his chest at the last possible second.  Kai’s chest crashes into his opponent’s shins, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending the Chinese hunk sprawling, half inside and half outside the ring, draped across the middle ring rope.

Yahel squats on the ring apron trying to rouse his partner when the Aussie, coated in sweat and breathing like a freight train, is on his feet and dragging Kai back inside the ring by his ankles.  He rolls the Chinese hunk to his back and drops his ass down hard across Kai’s world famous abs.  Kai still struggles for air when he feels Matt’s fingers dig deep at the edges of his pecs, grinding his thumbs into the meaty center of the muscle and pulling hard, threatening to rip him apart.  If he had any air in his lungs, Kai would be screaming.  But he doesn’t, so his mouth gapes open dumbly as the Aussie punishes him, sweat pouring down off of Matt’s brow into Kai’s eyes.

The brutal pec claw lingers long enough for Kai to finally inhale again, the precursor to his scream of pain.  Matt lets gravity do most of his work for him, leaning on his claws clamped tightly to his opponent’s lean pecs as the Aussie recuperates from his own hard knocks.  After a couple of minutes, Matt abruptly releases his claws and swings a vicious right hook cracking into Kai’s left check.  The Chinese hunk’s head lolls to the side.  He blinks rapidly, struggling to hold onto consciousness.  Matt is running close to empty still, though, and the savvy Aussie quickly climbs to his feet and marches across the ring to the British corner.  The Teen Dream Team have managed to stay completely out of the fray, unharmed and at full strength, to the determinant of Matt’s partner.  The Aussie will have no more of that shit, and even as Tom and Chris cross their arms to refuse the tag, Matt swings his fist into handsome Tom’s jaw.  The sex-bomb phenom is stunned, dropping to one knee and clutching his jaw in his right hand.  Reaching over the rope, Matt grabs Tom’s left hand, holds it up, and slaps it disgustedly.  Like it or not, team Great Britain is now officially in the match.

Time for the Teen Dream Team to get into the ring

As Matt climbs through the ropes and walks the ring apron to his own corner, a reluctant Tom climbs into the ring, still cradling his jaw in his hand.  Kai pulls himself up to a seated position, clutching his bright red pecs.  In a flash, the Brit closes the distance and drives his foot into the back of the Chinese hunk’s head.  At first Kai’s upper body is thrust forward, and then he falls to his back, his arms limp and outstretched.  Yahel pleads with is partner, barking commands that the Chinese hunk is too disoriented to understand.  Tom is fresh as a daisy and firmly established as a seriously vicious son of a bitch, so the crowd is on the edge of their seats anticipating his destruction of his opponent.

Tom eggs on the fans to show the love

They aren’t disappointed.  The teenage phenom stomps Kai into senselessness for a couple of minutes before picking the limp diver up by his hair and flinging him into the ropes.  Bouncing off the ropes and nearly collapsing, Kai is quickly snatched up in the young Brit’s arms, lifted off his feet in a bearhug, but then immediately driven to his back in a brutal powerslam.  Kai’s got nothing left.  He can’t even lift his head off the mat, until it’s yanked off the mat in the hands of his tormentor.  Tom shoves it between his lightly hairy thighs and locks it in tightly with Kai kneeling helplessly at his feet.  The crowd is on their feet again as Tom laces his fingers behind his head and swivels his hips, showing off his lovely abs.  He signals to the stands that he wants to hear their encouragement louder, and they obediently comply. The Chinese hunk is just so much dead weight when the Brit hoists him up, rolling him over his shoulder, and suspending him in a crucifix from his back.  Careful to stay clear of the ropes this time, Tom delivers “The Bomb” perfectly, driving the back of Kai’s head and shoulders into the mat.  The Chinese hunk sags, his knees on the mat by his head.  The Brit rolls him to his back, plants his crotch across his face, and slaps down a 3-count.

Yahel is pleased to control the Teen Dream

Yahel dives into the ring and manages to slap on a side headlock before the teenager can reach his feet. A rake across the eyes, makes the Brit drop to one knee and cry out in protest.  A thumb to his throat makes his protests dissolve into choking and sputtering.  Yahel’s foot planted in the middle of his back shoves Tom to his stomach, and the position quickly develops into a standing surfboard as the Mexican diver stretches the Brit’s arms behind his back.  It’s Chris’ turn to plead with his partner to hold out. With a stomp, Yahel releases Tom’s wrists and immediately drops his elbow between the teen dream’s shoulder blades.  The Mexican is on his feet quickly, but he waits for his opponent to climb weakly up to his hand and knees. Chris tries to warn him, but Tom doesn’t see it coming when Yahel lands a nasty kick between the Brit’s legs, actually lifting Tom off his knees a couple of inches and sending the teenager sprawling on his side, his hands tucked protectively over his balls and his knees pulled up to his chin.

The gold medalist wants another crack at possessing Tom’s body

Matt catches Yahel’s attention with a commanding shout. “I”ll take out that trash, mate!” Yahel shrugs and tags in the Aussie, apparently signaling an alliance against the Brits.  For the second time tonight, Matt grabs Tom’s trunks at the hips and forces them down his legs.  “The Bomb” tries to keep hold of his gear, but soon enough he’s once again naked and on his back in the middle of the ring.  “Damn, boy!” Matt laughs, “you can’t keep a good man down, can you!?” True enough, Tom’s cock is swelling even as the crowd strains their necks to get the best view they can of the veal cutlet.  Matt drags the naked hunk to his feet by his hair and yanks on his wrist to send the Brit sprinting into the ropes.  On his way back, Tom gets a knee to his lower abdomen that sends him skidding to a halt on his knees.  Dragging his opponent up by his hair again, Matt whips him into the rope and at the same time sprints backward, using the ropes behind him to launch him back into the ring and clothesline the young hunk viciously across the throat.  Tom’s body is wracked with spasms as he lies in the layers of sweat from so many shattered dreams.  Not satisfied quite yet, Matt drags the boy wonder up by his hair again.  He sends Tom sprinting into the ropes as the Aussie charges backward into the top rope on the opposite side.  But Yahel is hanging from that rope.  Matt just keeps leaning backward until he’s tumbling out of the ring, his right shoulder crashing into the ring apron before the rest of him tumbles in a heap on the pool deck.  Chris and the entire crowd of Brit fanatics scream for Tom to rally as Yahel lands a barrage of kicks to the dazed gold medalist’s head.  Tom has managed to make it up to one knee when the Mexican tosses the Aussie back into the ring by his trunks.

Tom rallies after an assist from Yahel
“The other teen dream” thinks he’s
packing more than the competition can handle.

Both men legally in the ring are brutalized, and it’s another race to make it to a corner to tag someone else in.  But having been stabbed in the back by Yahel, Matt realizes he’s got no where to turn even as Tom’s long arm reaches out and tags in the only man yet to have even lifted a finger so far, Chris.  Chris delivers a rolling series of snap suplexes that pound Matt’s back to the mat as he flops helplessly around the perimeter of the ring.  Taking a taste of retribution on behalf of his partner, Chris strips the gold medalist of his trunks and shoves them in the Aussie’s mouth before sitting on Matt’s face and pounding his fists into the his lobster red core.  The one sided squash goes on for a few minutes before Tom is on his feet on the ring apron.  When he sees his partner drag the Aussie to his feet and lock on a full nelson, leaving Matt hanging limply and totally exposed, Tom dives back into the ring for a 2-on-1 mugging.

The Teen Dream Team brutalizes the Aussie completely unfairly, but in front of this crowd, with Yahel not lifting a finger from his corner to protest, no one but Matt is complaining.  Tom drives fists into the gold medalists abs. He claws his lean pecs.  He uses Matt’s naked scrotum as a speed bag for a minute.  Chris whips the Aussie into the ropes and catches him in a bearhug when he bounces off, twisting and then powerslamming him to the mat.  As he climbs off, Tom drops a leg across the Aussie’s throat.  Chris rolls the gold medalist up, cradling him in his lap as he winds his right arm across the Aussie’s throat.  With his teammate choking the Aussie out, Tom kneels between Matt’s legs and strokes the Aussie’s cock vigorously until, nearly unconscious, his body jerks and quivers as cum shoots up onto his smooth, pale pecs.  Matt’s eyes close. His face goes slack.  Tom lifts the Aussie’s right hand and lets it fall lifelessly back to the mat.  Tom insists on counting the gold medalist out while straddling his neck, his cock shoved in the unconscious Aussie’s slack mouth.

The crowd is roaring and on their feet as the Teen Dream Team climbs to their feet and hug, congratulating one another.  It’s a touching scene for the hometown pretty boys until they both turn just in time to take a double clothesline from Yahel, soaring off the top turnbuckle.  Before the world stops spinning for Chris, he finds himself locked up tight in a figure-4 choke, Yahel’s shin pressing squarely across his throat.  The British fans are screaming in protest, but the Mexican stud simultaneously wraps his right arm around Tom’s neck, clamping on a perfectly positioned sleeper.  Tom is out cold in less than a minute, but it takes another minute to squeeze consciousness out of handsome Chris.  The chorus of boos rises threateningly as Yahel positions the Teen Dream Team side by side in the middle of the sweat-soaked ring.  With one hand planted on each Brit hunk’s chest, he does push-ups, counting out the dream-crushing pinfall. “One!  Two!  Three!”  He hops to his feet and pumps his fists in the air.  Catching sight of Kai on the pool deck, leaning on the ring apron, he helps his partner climb back inside the ring and together they stand hand in hand, fists raised in victory.

Kai climbs back in the ring to celebrate team gold
Yahel makes homoerotic wrestling gold look easy!

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