|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|
|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.
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|
|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.
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.
|Muscle stud Sam "Spock" Loch, poised for a pounding|
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.
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|
|Peter Reed has the muscle, but does he have the fire?|
|Adam is one powerfully build muscle man!|
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|