“No, no, look at this,” SMG dismisses the French hunk. Pounding his right fist in the palm of his left hand, SMG crunches out his most muscular pose. His abdominal muscles flex hard, the distance between them disappearing between the mounds of muscles notably bigger and better defined than the Frenchman’s. His delts and arms freeze in solid slabs of muscle, and his pecs slowly crunch hard, the contraction rolling from the center of his chest outward. SMG’s jaw drops open in concentration, even as the corners of his mouth rise as he watches Yann’s eyes roaming up and down the length of SMG’s stunningly displayed frame. “Just tell me now that I’m your god,” SMG says, his voice strained as he continues his powerful flex. “Just say it now, and I’ll spare you more torment.”
Suddenly, Adam releases his hold on Yann’s head, causing the Frenchman to drop to his knees in a semi-conscious stupor. Adam grabs the back of Yann’s head in both his hands and shoves the Frenchman’s face into Adam’s speedo-clad crotch. He grinds Yann’s face into his package in slow circles for several seconds, until Yann sl0wly comes to his senses with Adam’s balls pressed against his lips. With a panicked start, Yann pulls his head away, only to find Adam powerfully shoving it downward again. Lifting his massive right leg to the side, Adam shoves Yann’s head between his thighs. The Frenchman’s entire head disappears between the girth of the Englishman’s monstrous quads.
Yann remains in a fetal position on the floor, cradling his throbbing head in his hands for several minutes. He pointedly keeps his eyes shut, praying for no further humiliation at the hands of his opponent. When he suddenly feels a hand grab a hold of the hair on top of his head, Yann gasps, startled. “Please…” he murmurs.
Opening his eyes, Yann looks up into the face of SteelMuscleGod hovering overhead, twisting Yann’s face toward him by his handful of hair. “Looks like you choked on your hors d’oeuvre,” SteelMuscleGod chuckled. “Now, I think I’ll have you for dessert.”
Reaching down and grabbing Yann’s injured right leg, Adam pulls it off the floor and swiftly delivers a savage kick to the back of the damaged knee. Yann screams in pain, rolling to his side and yanking his ankle out of his opponent’s grasp. As Adam approaches again, Yann tries to crawl away, limping awkardly on his left knee to protect his damaged right leg.
“Where you squirming to, pencil boy?” Adam taunts. As Adam leans over again, Yann rolls to his right side and swings a precisely placed left foot into his opponent’s groin. Adam gasps, clutching his speedo, and dropping clumsily to his knees.
Adam smiles, contemplating the proposal. After a few seconds, he lifts his right arm over his head and crunches his ridiculously shredded obliques, his tongue sticking out absentmindedly. He checks himself out for several seconds, and then looks up at his challenger. “Funny thing is,” he says, “I don’t think I’m all that winded.”
Yann mutters over and over, “No… no… no…” as Adam approaches. Yann attempts a right hook, but Adam easily bobs out of the path of the swinging fist. He yanks Yann off the wall and wraps his arms around the Frenchman’s head, shoving his face into Adam’s powerful chest. Yann’s legs buckle underneath him, and he hangs suspended in his opponent’s crushing embrace. Yann’s face disappears between Adam’s huge pecs, as the Englishman smothers him in the rock hard crevices of his stunning body.
The battle of the internet muscle gods is firing up again. A couple days ago, SteelMuscleGod posted a new clip, showing us that he’s continued to build his beautiful muscles while he’s been absent from posting recently.
I see that Joe11NJ has taken the challenge directly to SteelMuscleGod himself, suggesting that French YouTube bodybuilder, Yann S., might have what it takes to turn the god into a jobberboy. Hopefully, SMG won’t smite Joe11NJ for his impertinence. Or, perhaps, Joe11NJ might like a good smiting. Hell, I wouldn’t mind a smiting from SMG, particularly if it involved my face smashed against his pec as he punishes me severely in a brutal side headlock.
SMG gets to watch, his thick arms folded across his bulging pecs, leaning against a wall as Adam and Yann slowly circle one another in the center of the room. Adam outweighs the Frenchman, and he’s motivated by his humiliating defeat at the hands (legs, pecs, arms) of his god to regain face. Yann is such a cocky little bastard, though, sneering with contempt at Adam’s bodybuilder muscles as the two of them circle one another cautiously.