A wicked grin stretched across Shane Lyall’s face as he eyed his opponent, Dexter Fennix; his longtime ex-military friend with whom he shared an intense rivalry owing to their love of bodybuilding and wrestling. It was that very same passion that had landed them in their current situation, staring each other down in an empty gym room in just their wrestling briefs, both of them steeling themselves for the confrontation to commence. Taking deep, deliberate breaths that flexed their powerful bodies, they began to advance upon each other, never once breaking eye contact. With neither yielding to the other, they slowly closed the gap between them until they were barely an inch from each others’ faces and their chests were pressed firmly together, standing chest-to-chest as they glared deep into each others’ eyes.
“You really think you can take me in a fight?” asked Dexter, casting a cocky eye across Shane’s body.
“You’re asking an ex-convict if he can take someone his own size and strength in a fight?” replied Shane with a furrowed brow. “Guess you’re gonna find out.”
Dexter chuckled. “Ooh, tough talker, aren’t ya? I’m terrified.”
Shane leered at Dexter with a menacing grin. “You should be.”
In a sudden, swift motion, both men threw their arms up, locking their hands together as they began to push against each other with astonishing force. For a moment, they appeared evenly-matched, until Shane slowly began to gain the upper hand, forcing Dexter down onto one knee as he struggled to hold his position. They continued this test of strength for several moments until Dexter threw himself to the side, causing Shane to lurch forward momentarily before regaining his footing. Turning to face his opponent, he and Dexter circled each other like the wild wolves they were before Shane pounced on top of him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
“Uhh!”
Dexter let out a groan as he fell onto his back. Shane landed on top of him and wasted no time in securing the dominant position, using his body to pin Dexter down. With their legs locked together, Dexter began to struggle underneath his arctic adversary, desperately bridging his body to try and escape from Shane’s hold on him. Despite his best efforts however, Shane refused to grant Dexter his freedom, and instead smirked as he watched Dexter struggle and writhe beneath him, growling ferociously with every move he made. Eventually, he stopped squirming and laid still, closing his eyes and rearing his head back, emitting sounds that almost sounded like deep, fearful whimpers. Shane’s tail whipped back and forth as he laid atop his defeated opponent, their bodies aligned in a way that allowed them both to feel every inch of the other’s powerful physiques; belly-to-belly and chest-to-chest.
Keeping Dexter’s arms restrained by his sides, Shane leaned towards him, once again taking the time to further press his muscular frame against Dexter’s. “Why don’t you struggle some more?” he asked smugly. “Show me your fear!”
Whether willingly or not, Dexter obliged and began to grunt loudly, enticing Shane to continue his domination of him. Every now and then, his grunts would be punctuated by short whimpers of ‘No, no . . . !’ which only served to further amuse Shane. After taking some time to enjoy Dexter’s submissive display of fear, he finally released him, getting to his feet and flexing his biceps triumphantly. Now free, Dexter also stood up, a smirk creeping across his face as he watched Shane boast.
“Keep gloating while you can, bro.” he growled. “One of these days you’re gonna be the one getting dominated.”
Shane let out a hearty laugh “I look forward to seeing you try.”

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