Apollo vs Gabriel (Patreon)

"Without room to maneuver, Apollo cannot take advantage of his superior boxing skill. An entire round of pelvic ramming shows the entire stadium that the two combatants are equal in strength.  

Despite his second begging him to shift back to boxing, despite the advantage he would reclaim, Apollo refuses. That would be admitting to cowardice on the national stage against an "inferor" opponent, in front of countless hungry ladies.  

Apollo charges in at the bell and Gabriel refuses to back down. No swinging hips and slapping flesh this time. The fighters power into each other head-on, struggling to muscle each other back into the ropes. They hope to pin their opponent against the edge of the ring, deprived of leverage or footing, where they will finally be vulnerable to a barrage of groin-to-groin hammerblows.  

In raw shoving power, Gabriel still proves himself a match for Apollo. Chest-to-chest, navel-to-navel, meat-to-meat, the lion holds his own.  

Feet firmly planted, locked together in front of thousands, they haul each other in and push with their hips, squashing each other's manhood in a brutal cock-clinch.  

Trapped together with no escape and no retreat, the grapplers pump away at each other, strength and weight thrown behind their thighs and glutes as their world shrinks to throbbing firmness and grunting, sweaty embrace.  

The crowd stirs to frenzy as Gabriel and Apollo begin blasting each other's crotch and abs with ropes and streams of fertility, mixing and churning between them as they continue to wrestle.  

The aim is clear. Force each other to climax to drain each other's stamina. Maybe then one of them can force the other into the ropes for a decisive manhood-to-manhood finish.  

So in front of thousands, beneath scores of cameras, upon millions of televisions and computer screens, they fuck. They fuck, and they fuck, and they fuck."