In the Line of Fire

13:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I throw my weight down hard, driving my chest into Sarge's thickly muscled pecs, spreading my legs wide and driving hard, partially stacking the fireplug American with my heavier weight, using speed and power to blast my right arm under his head, my left arm under his right tricep, using sheer muscle to throw that thick, powerful right arm up, tucking the right elbow in the crook of my neck, then reaching through to grab the crook of my left arm with my right hand, just starting to drive my weight forward into a brutal arm triangle choke from the closed guard. I growl in in his ear, "You are one fucking hot piece of redneck beef, Sarge." It's interesting how some of the poshness of my voice seems to fade away the hornier and more primal I get.

13:06 Mat_Rock: Poshie is bold as fuck, driving in and stacking and trying to sink an arm triangle choke from inside my guard! He's strong as a bull, I bet this works on a lot of guys... but I ain't most guys.

13:06 Mat_Rock: My legs snap up to lock around his hard body... the feeling of his hot, slick skin against mine, and the hotter, powerful muscles flexing beneath, the smell of him, his skill and aggression... everything about this fight is driving me wild.

13:06 Mat_Rock: Using my legs to keep the pressure off the choke, I'm able to grip my right wrist with my left hand and just muscle my trapped right arm down, slowly grinding his choke open... we're in a mess of grips, now... if this fucker weren't so strong I might just be able to reverse this into an arm-in guillotine but that doesn't feel like it'll work here...

13:06 Mat_Rock: So instead, I grip his meaty right trap with my right hand, pinning my elbow against his broad back so he can't re-advance that choke, and then I start hammering short punches into his slab-muscled right side.

13:06 Mat_Rock: "It's 'Leatherneck,' Poshie," I growl as I pound away.

14:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My muscle is tight and flexed as fuck, and I'm dripping in sweat now. The sweat is creating a slick between me and this fireplug American soldier, I can feel the curve and ridges of his hard muscle. I'm utterly aroused, my dick and nuts are tingling. Clearly there is some serious chemistry brewing between the two of us.

14:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: But probably one of the things about this Marine that is driving me wild is his sheer power. Using pure muscle, the hot as fuck American, with a double grip, muscles his trapped right arm down, opening up the choke. Oh man... that is some serious muscle. I drop the triangle choke, and the Sarge grabs my right trap, keeping me from re-establishing the choke, but I had no plans to do that. He starts slamming short punches with his left into my side. They sink in with considerable power, and each one gets a small grunt out of me.

14:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, tensing my abs, I worm my left arm under my chest and inside his grip, then blast it outwards, muscling his grip off my trap. I explode upwards, resetting my posture, elbows driving into those thighs, in tight against my side, my palms posted deep into the thick muscles of his lower abs. Then, with a sudden explosion of muscle, I drive up onto my right leg, posting my foot, gritting my teeth, using sheer muscle power to snap that guard open. Quick as lighting, my right arm drops down, catching the powerful Marine's left ankle in a heel hook, wrapping my massive legs around his left leg, posting my heels deep into his upper thigh.

14:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "I prefer 'Jarhead', if it's all the same to you Sarge!" I grin as I begin to apply pressure to that ankle.

15:08 Mat_Rock: Jesus, but this stud is solid... taking my shots like a champ, and I start thinking of some other way to make him back off...

15:08 Mat_Rock: Then I get another taste of his power. I'm strong... like, STRONG. I can deadlift more than three times my bodyweight, usually it's no trouble for me to just muscle down guard break attempts... but this beast Brit just SURGES with power, and between his strength and his technical precision he blows my guard open, not a damned thing I can do to stop him.

15:08 Mat_Rock: And then he's on me like a snake, snapping my foot into his armpit and dropping into a heel hook... if I let that get fully locked up I'm fucked!

15:08 Mat_Rock: Both my hands go instinctively to his outside foot, gripping and blasting it outwards off my hip and to the mat. I can feel him resisting, but there's a reason this is heel hook escape number one; leverage to clear that foot is on my side. As soon as his ankle touches the mat, my abs and back flex and I PUSH DOWN hard on the mat, lifting my ass and hopping it over his right leg.

15:08 Mat_Rock: Clear of this heel hook, and not interested in trying to sit here and play leg pummeling footsie with this powerful stud, I yank my legs back into me, clearing myself from his body and rolling back over my shoulder, coming to my feet to square up.

15:08 Mat_Rock: Now that we're apart, I can see the huge meat throbbing in his shorts... in size and shape it's damned near the twin of my Marine meat. I grin hugely. "You authorized to carry that weapon, Corporal?"

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm on the verge of sinking that heel hook in, feeling the anticipation of out fighting this fucking shit hot Marine, when Sgt. Redneck explodes, muscling my right leg off to the side, then muscle humping over my leg, smoothly rolling back up to his feet.

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Yes, no doubt about it, this American's power and strength was turning me on no end. My cock was so stiff it was aching, and that was no mean feat, considering how much energy and muscle power I was exerting. I smoothly sprang to my feet, fists held in front of me, my face grinning, checking out your own bulging package, the Yank is about the same size downstairs as me. Fuck.

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Well, Sarge, perhaps I'd better find a place to holster it?" I smile wickedly, twisting my head as if to check out that hard, muscled ass. The longing to plug this American's hole with my meat was surging inside me suddenly.

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: What a stroke of luck... being assigned to Sgt. Rock, a man wired to fight and fuck just like myself. Damn.

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I slice in, my footwork sharp and precise, a burst of power and speed, fueled by my raging hormones and my building lust for this alpha Marine, firing off a savage combo.

15:38 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My biceps bulging, and my core solid as steel, I unload a double left jab, rapid fire, looking to smash right through this Marine's guard, then throwing my shoulder into a right hook, trying to tag that fucking square jaw, then with a blast of power straight from my steel-hard core, driving in first a left uppercut, then a right uppercut, each heavy fist aimed like an armour-piercing missile for those thick battleship strong muscle-covered ribs.

16:16 Mat_Rock: Before I even get a shot at a comeback to this cheeky fucker he's on me, coming in hard with a well timed combo... I slip one jab and block the other, but my guard only takes a portion of the powerful right hook he throws... my bell gets rung pretty good, but I stay on my feet.

16:16 Mat_Rock: My body, already tight and ready just from habit and my own fight posture, fare better against those brutal hooks. I grunt like a gorilla with each one, backstepping, but I don't get the wind knocked outta me.

16:16 Mat_Rock: As soon as his tempo hits the end of his combo, in that heartbeat of a lull, I throw my own uppercut straight up under the middle of his still closing guard... I don't expect it to land on his chin, he's too fast and good. But I do expect it to open some space.

16:16 Mat_Rock: And into that space I drive with my own combo, left and right hooks to the body and another left to the head, but this last left is a short elbow looking to knock his block off. "In your dreams, Poshie."

18:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The thick, powerful Marine fireplug takes my combo like a champ, but I feel my right hook do some bell ringing. My cock surges just a bit from that impact. Feels good to unload my power and muscle against this hot soldier. My two uppercuts slam into the Marine's thick lats and ribs, but he eats them like a champion. Then the sneaky muscle-bound Jarhead blasts in an uppercut right back as I finish the combo and am reforming my guard.

18:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lean back, the uppercut just misses my chin, and I backpedal rapidly to make some space. Then, the tough as fuck Marine comes in with his own combo, a series of lefts and rights to the body. I twist right and left, taking the shots, each one impacting and spreading out ripples of pain. Battering me good, but not breaking me.

18:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, in comes that savage elbow masquerading as a left to the head. But, by that time I was already beginning to drop my level violently, having already decided before he launched that elbow that it was time to get more personal with the Sarge. Besides, my ribs were aching, and I wasn't about to sit around and let this strong fucking Marine batter my ribs in.

18:16 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The elbow soars over my head, and I drop down to my knee, and drive my left shoulder into those abs, feeling that thick dick brush up against me. Mmmm... My left hand shoots under his left knee, and my right arm blasts up to get a firm grip on that thick left tricep, I explode up, balancing all that American muscle over my shoulder, then heave, dumping the fireplug Marine like a sack of cement to the mats in a Fireman's carry throw. But instead of following through and taking the action back to the ground, I spring back up to my feet, back in a combat stance. That was just payback for throwing me around earlier in the fight. "Dreams can come true, Jarhead." I grin.

18:43 Mat_Rock: I move smoothly through a technical stand-up, coming back to my feet and squaring off... "That what your nanny told you?"

18:43 Mat_Rock: I almost said "Jeeves"... a tough, hot, manly, posh British dickhead... my brain just got confused. All of sudden I'm in this weird headspace where I'm still having fun and into this guy and somehow also angry that he's not my friend, not the guy I spent weeks falling for, who I may never see again. Angry at myself because I can already feel myself falling for him.

18:43 Mat_Rock: Fuck it, either way I'm gonna flatten him and end up with with our balls in each other's mouth.

18:43 Mat_Rock: I circle left as I close, and then launch into another combo, this one pure Muay Thai, two right jabs to close the distance and then right inside leg kick, left elbow over the top, left knee to the gut, muscle firing hard, sweat dripping off me as I pour the power on!

04:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The tough as nails Marine gets up and right back in my face, I keep my guard in tight as he circles, then he charges in, and I can tell he's swinging for the fences with this one.

04:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The two jabs I can handle, eating each one easily with my guard, but the inside leg kick catches me off guard, and my leg buckles as my stance falters, I wince in pain. But I don't let my guard falter, and take the incoming left elbow right in the crook of my right elbow, feeling the power rock me to the side.

04:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, I eat a huge left knee to my flexed abs, and I grunt and gasp, feeling the power behind that blow nearly buckle my ab armour. Instead of backing off though, it fires me up and I drive forward, my balls tingling, my dick remaining hard as a steel spike. The scent of this Marine, the glint in his eye, the feel of his sweat, the heat of his thick muscle, the cut of his muscle, the sheer fighting prowess is a powerful aphrodisiac to every one of my senses.

04:18 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I drive my hands up inside and close right inside that Marine's guard, grabbing the back of his neck in a tight Muay Thai clinch, using speed and balls to power through his defenses. Gritting my teeth, with a savage brutal surge of power from my battered abs, ignoring the soreness, I growl like an animal and twist right and left, shaking the muscled Marine back and forth, keeping him off balance, disrupting his defense, punctuating each twist and jerk of all that American fireplug muscle with a brutal knee straight up to his cement-hard core, alternating right and left. I fire off four knees in total, targeting that core as I jerk him back and forth, then suddenly release the clinch on the back of one final jerk, and as a parting present, as I pull back my right hand, I snap in a sneaky elbow, looking to finish off my attack by tagging his hot square jaw with a parting elbow slice.

13:32 Mat_Rock: The stud weathers my flurry like a boss, warrior instinct and skill keeping him in the fight through some heavy hits. What a fucking specimen! He does exactly what I'd have done after taking that leg kick; drive in, clinch, hang your weight off the guy and make him eat some knees.

13:32 Mat_Rock: My abs are fucking steel, and strong... I never wear a weight belt when I'm lifting heavy. But this dude hits hard, and even though I'm flexed and ready I can feel my bricks starting to give way by the third knee, each one forcing an animal grunt outta me... he's manhandling my balance, keeping me from breaking the clinch... the fourth knee about takes my breath away, and I'm too rattled to stop the elbow he throws as he breaks away... I turn to take it, taking some of the fire off it but it still lands sharply... I can feel the bruise already rising.

13:32 Mat_Rock: I hear myself snarling joyfully as I push right back into the clinch, taking a solid grip, elbows tight, and hammer my own clinch knees in. This beast wants to test abs, let's test abs! Four knees, rapid fire, and I muscle his balance around, left and right... see how you like it, you magnificent bastard!

14:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I pull my combo off clean as clockwork, smashing my knees right up into this fucking fireplug's armoured bricks like a sledgehammer, I grunt with satisfaction. By the fourth one, I can feel some serious cracks in that armour, there was some definite give. And feeling my elbow tag the handsome Marine's jaw is like foreplay. FUCK this dude is awesome. He's made out of granite, and I can pound the hell out of him without having to hold back.

14:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then Sgt. Redneck comes right back at me, I fight to keep him from getting his clinch locked in, but he's a bull, and despite my best efforts, sinks in his own clinch and begins firing his own knees into my abs. ARGHHHHH... My abs are tough. Strong. Steel plated. I work out hanging upside down from a bar, crunching up holding heavy weights to make it more challenging.

14:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The other SAS troopers in my squad have learned not to challenge me to a gut punching contest. But... clearly, when I was training my abs, I wasn't taking this Marine's blasting power into account. The first one feels like a grenade going off against my core. I grunt, trying to bring my knees up to block the blow, but the American warrior knows the game as well as I do, with the inside clinch he keeps throwing me side to side to keep me from blocking.

14:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then two more knees smash up into my core in rapid succession, each one making an impact crater in my flexed core, shockwaves of pain and muscle-ripping destruction spreading out. I grit my teeth, and keep my flex, then the fourth one smashes in, and my goddamn abs partially cave in, the shock spreading to my guts, blasting the wind out of my lungs and giving me a sick feeling to my stomach. But oddly, my cock only gets harder. Fuck... I really like this dude.

14:07 Corporal_Sam_Mason: With a grin, I embrace the pain, and focus, planting my foot solidly to halt the latest attempt to throw me off balance, dig down deep, drawing on my speed and power, and lighting fast pull my arms down and up inside the Marine's elbows, pouring on enough speed and raw power to get the clinch back in my control. With a roar of joy, power, and pure aggression I simply twist and hurl this fucking beautiful piece of American fireplug muscle backfirst up against the wall, releasing the clinch, and using the brief window created from the shock of impact against the wall to lean back on my rear foot, and drive my left foot like a piledriver directly in the pit of those abs in a brutally powerful side kick, seeking to crush this fireplug's magnificent core between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

17:49 Mat_Rock: My cock THROBS in my shorts as each strike lands, the feel of this guy's rock solid body standing up to me and holding strong making my hairy balls pump precum like a firehose... I can feel how soaked my shorts are. This tough Brit kid is a walking, talking dare, his whole fucking body screams "come at me, bro!" and it makes me about as hyped and horny as a man can get.

17:49 Mat_Rock: I feel that last knee SINK and in grin savagely, thinking I've finally got him on the ropes, but like the fucking animal he is he fights through and slings me off balance, my thick back striking the wall... I'm just trying to get my guard together when I'm hit by a fucking truck.

17:49 Mat_Rock: His strong foot just blasts past my flex wrecking into my abs... wind knocked outta me, I fold, collapsing forward, clutching at the leg buried in my gut... I keep my shit together just enough to step forward with my left foot, behind his right ankle and bring him down with me, landing in top half guard...

17:49 Mat_Rock: But I'm in no shape to do anything, diaphragm doesn't wanna fire you gotta breathe you pussy excuse for a Marine, breathe breathe FUCKING BREATHE! I finally force a ragged, sobbing breath as I struggle to find some grips... my hand closes over the waistband of his shorts and, grinning wickedly through the pain I pull them with me as I scramble back, ending up sitting slumped against the wall, twirling them on one finger.

19:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I growl like a primal beast, the front of my underwear soaked not only with sweat but pre, as my foot wrecks this Marine's concrete hard abs, driving in deep and doing some savage damage. FUCK that felt good. I keep my leg driven deep into the American fireplug's wrecked abs as Sgt. Redneck's amazing muscle folds up like a collapsing house, over the intrusion of my foot, clutching me as I drink the beautiful sight of this wounded warrior nearly impaled on my foot. FUCK.

19:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I didn't think he was done though, I'd gained a measure of his grit, his character, his sheer stubborn warrior spirit, and he didn't disappoint. Even gutted, knocked breathless, the fireplug sweeps his left behind my planted right ankle, and knocks me off my feet, landing in half guard. But I don't attack, not right away, mesmerized for a moment by the beauty of this magnificent soldier gasping and fighting to breathe, then suddenly, my under shorts are ripped clean off me.

19:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: HELL YEAH!! As the rugged, hot as fuck Marine leans back against the wall, twirling my shorts like a trophy, I smoothly sweep up to my knees, surging forward, straddling his lap as he slumps back against the wall. Somehow there is a shift, and we can both feel it. My dick is pointed straight out like a sword and I'm staring right into his eyes, it's a deep piercing gaze. My smile only gets broader as my cock leaves a smearing of precum against his abs. My hand reaches down, grabs the waistband of his shorts and with a grunt of muscle, I pull up, the fabric stretching then suddenly ripping in half. Now we each have the other's shorts.

19:43 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lower myself down, and press myself forward against the rock hard muscled chest of the American, sliding down, my knees planted on either side of his hips, our skin touching, our sweat mingling. I lower myself to the point where our cocks are practically intertwined. Then, my chest heaving, my nerves singing, I grab the back of his head, examine the contours of his stunningly handsome hard featured face, then lean forward and kiss the beautiful American bastard, tilting my head, locking onto his mouth, and driving into him, our cocks grinding.

20:22 Mat_Rock: I watch as this powerful warrior approaches me... my gut is still twitching, I'm in a shit position... I've been in worse spots but I brace myself for a world of hurt and start thinking about how to defend and counter...

20:22 Mat_Rock: Instead, he puts on a shit eating grin and shreds my shorts off me, my cock, throbbing so hard you can see my pulse in it, slams to attention and slops precum. I grin right back.

20:22 Mat_Rock: Sure, we could keep going toe to toe, but what's left to prove? Neither of us has any quit in him, and he knows as well as I do that if we really, genuinely fight as hard as we can, like our lives depend on it, all the winner will likely get is his own trip to the infirmary, right alongside the loser.

20:22 Mat_Rock: This seems like way more fun.

20:22 Mat_Rock: He gets in close, leans in... suddenly there's a whole new wrestling match going, between our tongues, our hard man meats scorching hot, pressed together..

20:22 Mat_Rock: My abs finally are recovering some, and I grip his muscled ass, work to my knees and, with a grunt, stand up with him wrapped around me, showing off my strength, still locked in that kiss. I could squat this guy all day, do pull-ups with him hanging off me, fuck I could probably literally put him through a wall... and he could do all that with me, too. I've felt his strength. And there's just something unbearably hot about a man who's as powerful as you are. At least, there is when you're me.

20:22 Mat_Rock: So I hold him there and work that kiss and grind him on me... my arms wrap his hard body, I break the kiss long enough to whisper, "Bet you can't take my squeeze," then I settle my bearhug into position, give him time to flex up his defense and FUCKING SQUEEZE.

20:22 Mat_Rock: The fight is over, and we're both deadly fuckers. I'm sure he's got as much chance of putting me down as I do him. Now, it's time for funtime games of strength and sex. I flex harder...

04:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Man, Sgt. Rock tastes good. Looks good. Smells good. Feels good. My body is quivering with energy, arousal, power, desire. Can't remember the last time I was so turned on. This Jarhead is the total package, ticks all my boxes and then a few more I didn't know I had. Stupidly strong, not an ounce of quit, skilled and deadly dangerous. If we kept fighting, likely all that would happen is we'd put each other out of action. Besides... I didn't feel any need to prove anything to him anymore. He knew my mettle, and I knew his. I could trust him.

04:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I knew I could go into battle, and he would have my back. And he knows that I would have his. Still locked in our kiss, Sarge's quadzilla thighs bunch and tighten as we grind together, then he stands up. The feat of strength sends a surge of lust through my cock, and I wrap my legs around his waist, enjoying the feel of all that power. He breaks off the kiss and issues me a challenge that makes me break out in a wide grin of acceptance. I breathe in, focus, and tense my abs just as he settles his arms around my waist and starts to SQUEEZE.

04:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I grunt as I'm suddenly on the receiving end of enough muscle to shatter a concrete pillar. It's a fucking good thing my core is several times stronger than concrete. My eyes are dancing with pleasure, and I keep my gaze locked on Sarge's eyes the entire time. I can feel the thick cut forearms of that American fireplug driving right into the side of my core, my own steel banded abs refusing to give an inch to the American's power. Those hands, locked tight around the small of my spine, knuckling in deep to the small of my back. My core abs, hard bricks being driven deep into Sgt. Rock's incredible muscled torso, my cock trapped up against his abs, the pressure causing my balls to boil. Locked in a contest of power... of will... of pleasure... of muscle. I'm digging deeper and deeper, drawing on deeper reserves of muscle and fortitude to keep my flex unyielding.

04:58 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Never before have I felt a bearhug with the sheer power to match the Sarge's. And I loved every second of it. I grunted out between carefully calibrated snatches of breath, "When... are you... going ... to ... start.. squeezing... Sarge?"

13:36 Mat_Rock: Goddamn, I think I might die from horniness... this fucking yoked Brit is hot, SOLID, unyielding, fierce, and if his raging hard, scorching hot meat pressed against my abs as his heavy balls ride the tip of my own throbbing manhood are any indication, he's definitely as into this as I am.

13:36 Mat_Rock: It feels like trying to crush a statue in my arms... the fucker is wearing a shit eating grin the whole time, eyes locked with mine. Well, more of a shit eating grimace, for both of us, we're straining so goddamned hard. Then he grinds out a taunt. OH NO YOU DIDN'T, BRO! I think, as much fondness and respect in the thought as aggression and desire to win. But I don't waste breath saying it... to put this bastard away, I don't have to to spare.

13:36 Mat_Rock: I've already worked slowly up to real near the max tension I can sustain. I'm fucking CRUSHING this beast, and he's taking it. So now, it's strategy time.

13:36 Mat_Rock: Wait for his breath, pulse the flex, scoot the grip. Over, and over, and over. Briefly, I worry we're being reckless and stupid; last thing we need is broken ribs on day one. He's a soldier, Mat, a professional warrior just like you... he'll tap when he needs to... I can feel his body compressed, ribs compressed, STRAINING against my pressure... and he still hasn't broken eye contact.

13:36 Mat_Rock: What a fucking beast... a manful, confident, capable brute after my own heart. Fuck yeah!

13:36 Mat_Rock: Wait for breath, pulse flex, scoot grip. Over and over. Lesser men would've tapped, or their ribs given way... not this fucker, though!

13:36 Mat_Rock: And finally... there it is. I can feel it, between our huge opposing pressures, enough muscle flex and tension it feels like something should explode. He tries to breathe... and gets no air.

13:36 Mat_Rock: My effort-twisted grin gets savage as a gleefully wicked light enters my eyes... clock is ticking now, fucker.

14:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm in the zone now, determined and focused on denying this ultra muscled Marine the pleasure of crushing me out. It's not going to happen. No. Fucking. Way. I keep my eyes focused on Sarges, digging deeper and deeper, pouring on the reserves, keeping my core flexed. He can't crush me any tighter.. I know it... I've got the fucker now. I grin, taking everything he can give, and letting him know I'm stronger, and can take more.

14:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The contact with the Marine's fireplug power, that dense, thickly layered muscle, my cock jammed hard against his abs drives me wild. My dick leaking pre-cum against his abs now. When was I ever this turned on? When was I ever crushed by so much power? So much alpha male? My grin stays in place, even as my breathing gets strained.

14:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And then... just when I think I can take this... he can't deliver anymore power, that's when suddenly the American shows off his brains... he starts to time the flex with my outbreath. Oh fuck. Pulsing in and tightening the grip just a fraction with each outgoing breath. I feel myself start to get lightheaded, and there is a terrible pressure growing on my ribs. Fuck... he's doing it, my core is beginning to radiate pain, and my vision is getting blurry, I'm feeling lightheaded. I don't panic though, nor do I even consider tapping. I don't quit. Not in my character. I keep my gaze locked on his, going to ride this bus over the cliff.

14:31 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I can see where this is headed, I'm not stupid. So much power... so much skill.. so much man... so hard.. like steel. Fuck.. I want this American so bad. I'm aching for it. My head starts to droop then as I go for a breath, but nothing comes in. Not long now. I lift my head weakly and give him one final grin, then my flex collapses completely, and the sudden surging change in blood pressure as there is nothing left to resist his crush knocks me out cold. My head falls limp against Sgt. Rock's cannon-ball hard shoulder, and every muscle relaxes as my eyes roll back in my head.

14:56 Mat_Rock: That last grin of his says everything... "you got me, but I didn't quit." No siree, Corporal Beast, you sure fucking didn't. But thank Christ he gives me that last moment of communication. My reflexes are, at the risk of sounding immodest, fucking awesome but even so we're pouring on so much pressure we'd snap his ribs for sure when his flex let go if I didn't know it was coming.

14:56 Mat_Rock: I let off the pressure as his tension lets go, and a heartbeat later I'm holding his unconscious body... sweat and heat and manliness still pouring off him. I can't help myself, I nuzzle into his muscled neck and give a sucking kiss, tasting him... I got you, bro. I got you.

14:56 Mat_Rock: A moment later I feel him stir... there's the moment of threat-response, tension that comes when a guy comes to from blacking out, instincts on high alert. I cradle him through it, stroking that broad, muscled back. "You're fucking magnificent, Sam," I whisper, half laugh and half pure admiration. "Apparently they've been putting roids in your tea and crumpets." I reach up with one hand, still holding you, and muss your hair. "You lasted four whole minutes. I think that's a record."

15:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I wake up, slightly confused, tense, then everything comes crashing back, and I realize that Sarge is cradling me, holding me up against him tight. Oh fuck. It feels incredible. My cock never even had time to go soft. My head is pounding, and my ribs and core are throbbing, aching from the intense pressure, I realize with the kind of muscle the American was throwing my way, I could have broken some ribs, but no, everything seems in one piece. I let myself relax against the fireplug for a moment or two, suddenly feeling an intense intimacy building up between us, his admiring whisper, that corny sense of humour, his touch all soothing and arousing. Being surrounded and held by a massive muscled warrior who knows when to be hard.. and when to be tender. Fuck. Somehow, realizing that this loudmouthed, tough as nails Marine had a soft side as well turned me upside down.

15:13 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lean my head up finally, feeling the fire stirring inside me. The ache was slowly easing. I put my forehead then up against Sarge's. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. I whispered. "Let's break another record, Sarge. Can you take what you dish out?" I flex my right arm, the bicep exploding into hard, steel power. I grab his left wrist, placing the palm on the peak of my bicep, letting him feel the strength and power, the heat radiating from my arms.

16:11 Mat_Rock: I can't help it; when I feel that thick, steel hard bicep under my hand I growl... a low, animal sound of lust, my cock throbbing up and pumping out a gout of precum. I set Poshie down, step back, and hold my arms wide, grinning at him. "You already know the answer to that, bro."

19:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And of course I do know the answer. Recovered enough now to give the Sarge my best, I stand in front of him, my eyes flashing bright, my grin nearly splitting my face in two. I take a deep breath, spit on my hands, rub them together, then with a surge of power rippling up and down my hard, battle-trained muscle, I wrap my thick arms directly around the tough American Marine's core.

19:45 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I settle in, finding my grip, then with a grunt and a ripple of muscle, the veins popping out on my neck, I grab my wrists behind Sgt. Rock's back, and grunt, tightening my thick muscle like steel cords, drawing the awesome, solid, power-packed Marine muscle directly up and into me, the Sarge's legs naturally wrapping around me as I grunt with effort, lats flaring like the hood of a cobra, taking in deep breaths as my massive arms inexorably flex and bulge with pure power.

20:57 Mat_Rock: As the hot, sweat-drenched Brit wraps me in his hard muscle and pulls me up into him I'm already flexing my body into armor, defending against his brutal strength.... my legs lift and wrap him, arms draped over his broad shoulders, held aloft like I weigh nothing. Christ, but my cock is so hard, pressed against his granite abs... it feels like the skin might spilt.

20:57 Mat_Rock: I know what I'm in for, of course. This dude is the same kind of monster I am, and there are only so many ways to work a bearhug. So, much as my body and cock are all for his brutally hot body right now my eyes are wed to that clock on the wall.

20:57 Mat_Rock: Four minutes, Marine. You WILL NOT let this hot slab of man down by caving early, you WILL prove you're every inch the stud he is. OOH-RAH!

20:57 Mat_Rock: I can feel us, both ramping up our flex, huge granite biceps crushing into flaring iron lats, pecs trying to flex into the same space, just crushing together... my breathing becomes savage grunts, my left hand grips the back of his head, thick fingers tangling into his short, light hair as I nuzzle back into his neck, flexing for all I'm worth...

20:57 Mat_Rock: Two minutes... I can feel it, we're both nearly topped out, and my abs and lats are holding strong, meeting him muscle for muscle... I pull back and give him an animal grin, twisted by effort... "... gonna have... to do better... than that... Corporal." Jesus fucking Christ, but this guy can squeeze!

08:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm entering the zone, tuning in on my body, my pulse, the tight hard centre of my core radiating power and strength, the ache, the bruises, the exhaustion, all left by the wayside. The resistance I'm meeting is beyond incredible, and I expected nothing less. The sarge is savagely strong, his core, his will, his strength, every muscle of his feels like battle-forged steel. There is a pulsing in my nuts, my cock aches as the tip pops up to smear pre cum on his stone hard ass.

08:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm not going for a pulsing action, not yet. I feel his breath, but I'm keeping my pressure smooth and continuous, supported by my breathing, my biceps flexed and peaking to their limit, my pecs and lats flaring out, the wide muscle smashing against the American fireplug. Then, I feel his hand on the back of my head, as this amazing warrior nuzzles my neck. The moment of tender intimacy in the midst of the maelstrom of muscle and aggression inspires me somehow. This Marine is my kind of man.

08:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: He gets what this is all about. He gets me. Fuck. Then he tells me that I have to do better. Oh yes... And now it's time. Inspired to beyond my best by the American's incredible power, NOW I fall into the rhythm of his breathing, letting it become the same as mine, gathering my strength, my power, and then I pick my spot.

08:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As the Marine breathes out, I unleash all that gathered power in a brutal explosion of sheer, unstoppable muscle, my hands each gripping my opposite wrists, slide down my forearms, my lats suddenly pull my arms in, and I keep my core hard as steel, the enormous release of muscle following the Marine's outbreath. Not going for a long slow inching, but gambling all my power on one savage constriction, not gonna let him take in any more air. The level of strength I'm unleashing, throwing all my remaining power into that final crush is immense. Even so, for a few fractions of a second, this incredible bastard resisted... held me off... what power... for a moment I thought that I might not be able to pull this off... then... like a dam bursting, sheer brutal power rippling up and down the length of my muscles, his resistance started to collapse, his abs began to cave in, and his lats faltered as I crushed inwards. Although my technique, gripping wrists, required more raw power to pull off, it also redirected and redistributed the pressure along the back and abs, and much less so on the ribcage. I wanted to crush him out, out muscle this beast, but keep him safe, no broken ribs for the Sarge.

08:57 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I can't hold this level of pressure for long, but I'm on fire, determined that I will hold it long enough. Let's see how long this magnificent bastard lasts without the ability to fill his lungs with air. I catch his eyes with mine as I hold the crush at its maximum level, the burn in my core, in my very muscles, feeling like liquid fire, the pain, the need to release is enormous, and I welcome every bit of it.

11:35 Mat_Rock: I'm so flexed, so FUCKING FLEXED up fighting this brutal crush, this savage, relentless pressure... oh Christ, he's SO FUCKING STRONG!

11:35 Mat_Rock: The powerful Corporal digs deep at my taunt and goes balls to the wall in advancing his grip, rather than creeping it in.. one huge willpower- and testosterone-fueled FLEX that compresses in, CRUSHES IN, powering past my impossibly hard lats, pecs, and abs to squuuuuuueze the last of the space away. My lungs try to pull but there's nothing. This is it. Two minutes thirty.

11:35 Mat_Rock: My whole body is on fire, my eyes glued to that clock, FLEXED TO THE MAX, my left hand gripping his skull, my right wrapped around him clutching his huge right trap... holding myself to him, him to me like a benediction, like a promise. Three minutes.

11:35 Mat_Rock: Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, this man is so BRUTALLY POWERFUL, my muscles are caving, my armor is caving, my lungs on fire, seeing spots, can't breathe but you won't quit Marine you WILL NOT fucking quit you will STAY FLEXED and you will STAND YOUR GROUND against this glorious powerhouse and you WILL NOT let him down YOU WON'T QUIT!! Three thirty.

11:35 Mat_Rock: Dying for air, flex failing crushed and cradled in powerful alpha manhood, STAY FLEXED MARINE, impossible muscle, impossible strength, his and mine both, YOU STAY FUCKING FLEXED YOU WILL NOT CAVE, three forty five, tunnel vision closing in, lats giving out, pecs giving out, crushed down and out flexed as they're starved for air and fuel, DON'T YOU FUCKING QUIT YOU GODDAMNED PUSSY EXCUSE FOR A WARRIOR YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU WILL PROVE YOURSELF TO THIS BEAST!! Can't... can't.... seeing so many stars... tunnel closing... flex falling...

11:35 Mat_Rock: Four minutes.

11:35 Mat_Rock: Nuzzled into you, you can't see my grin, but my hand clutches harder against your head, I groooaaann as my body lets go and I suck a quick wet kiss onto your thick flexed left trap... then my hands and legs fall away as the tunnel finishes closing up and the world dissolves into warm pressure.

12:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My muscles are burning... on fire, aching, and still this magnificent American bastard doesn't quit... What a man, what a warrior, he's holding out every bit as long and hard as I did. I can't keep this up.. but I won't let myself loosen. Not one tiny millimetre. I'm not letting go. WON'T. NOT GOING TO. I breathe into the building muscle burn, my legs, arms, lats, core, pecs all starting to vibrate with the building fatigue. I've never held a crush on so hard and so long before.

12:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: And the entire time, this amazing male specimen holds onto me, intimately, clutching my skull, his right arm wrapped all the way around the broad, hulked out expanse of my back, clutching my thick muscled trap. Ahhh Fuck. It feels so good.

12:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Nuzzled tight against me, with extreme tenderness and extreme muscle aggression, both at the same time. Finally... just as I can't hold the power another moment... This handsome bastard kisses my left trap, then his hands and legs fall away and he suddenly goes limp. I finally let my muscles relax, holding Sarge in my arms, carefully, tenderly, his head slumped down across my shoulder. I shudder from the extreme effort, every muscle in my body aching with fatigue, but my grip on Mat doesn't falter for a moment. I nuzzle him then, awed and astounded by the incredible power and will of this man. I lower us both to the mats, rivers of sweat pouring off my muscle, my chest heaving from the extreme exertion.

12:20 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lower myself on top of this fireplug, knowing he won't be out for much longer, my hand cradling the back of his head, as I plant myself just over him, posting on one trembling arm, holding my weight off him, giving his chest plenty of space to rise and fall, the intense heat we are both radiating mixing in the brief gap between our muscled bodies. I lift his head up and gently kiss his cheek, nuzzling his head against mine, suddenly overwhelmed with tenderness for this fierce soldier, touched as much by his vulnerability as his power.

12:36 Mat_Rock: The world is a warm, fuzzy place for a while... then all kinds of threat signals pop and I feel my aching body TENSE up and... then I relax again, feeling myself covered by this sweat soaked hard slab of manly British battle machine, nuzzling and kissing me. I reach my arms up to wrap his battered body, legs lifting to lace around his and draw his hard Soldier meat down against my equally throbbing hard Marine meat... I don't think I went soft even when blacked out. That's how turned on I am.

12:36 Mat_Rock: "Pretty sure there's something in the regs about crushing out a superior," I growl, my tone equal parts lust and laugh. I grind up against his thickly muscled body, just enough bigger and heavier than me to be in the zone where a guy is impossibly hot to me. I turn my head, lock eyes. "But, ain't no superiors here, bro. You're every inch, full man, full warrior. Sorry I doubted you." Then my shit eating grin is back. "Of course, I still have no idea if you can fucking shoot straight."

13:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, the muscled Marine snaps back to full consciousness. I feel the brief moment of tension as his battle-training kicks in, then he relaxes into me, reaching up and pulling my hard battle-forged muscle down on top of him. Slick with sweat, our legs intertwined, our muscled torsos grinding together.

13:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My nerves are singing with lust and desire, respect and admiration. This fireplug gets fucking equal parts cheeky and serious with me. I chuckle, low in my throat, running my hands across his body, up those magnificent, thick lats, up to those bowling ball massive shoulders, running down and over biceps hard, battle-forged, across a pair of forearms to put popeye to shame, to reach those strong, calloused warrior hands, twining my fingers through his, exploring the intimacy we've forged with each other through our fierce struggle. Slowly, I rotate our arms over head, those Marine biceps flexing and peaking as the Sarge's arms naturally bend, ending with his hands over his head.

13:08 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I lower myself, resting my forehead against his, nose to nose, mouth to mouth. I growl back, my voice deep and resonant, "No Sarge... I'm used to proving myself. Every day. You had to know what kind of man I am and I had to know what kind of man you are for when the shit gets real. I trust you Mat, and you can count on me to have your back. As to whether or not I can shoot straight.." I shift my hips, twisting and adjusting, till the tip of my cock is wedged in between those incredible Marine ass cheeks. My eyes sparkle and dance, my face breaking out into a huge grin, "..want to see how straight I can shoot?"

13:57 Mat_Rock: My grin is feral as this savage stud sensuously drives in on me, showing off his strength in new ways... I grip into his big, callused hands with my own, gripping his body and moving with him, lifting my hips... his hot meat finds its way to my ass... Goddamn, we're gonna fuck each other into the mat right here in the-

13:57 Mat_Rock: The highly trained warrior part of my brain cannot miss, even through the haze of hormones and lust and soreness and exhaustion, the sound of the east door of the gym banging open. Didn't sound violent, just a Marine walking briskly to wherever they're going. And in another few seconds, ten at most, they're going to clear the weight room section and we'll enter their sightline.

17:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm grinning down into Sarge's face, my cock leaving a trail of pre between his ass cheeks when suddenly I hear a door bang, followed by measured, brisk no-nonsense footsteps. Fuck! I explode up and off the Marine, and dash towards the pile of discarded clothing at the edge of the mats, my steel spike stiff cock swinging back and forth.

17:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I yank on the first pair of trousers I see, and with a savage burst of speed and concentration pull them up, and then just as I'm shoving my cock inside and closing the fly, I hear a cough. Oh fuck. I look up, and Commander Ronald Craig is standing there, ramrod straight, his expression neutral, his eyes piercing. He looks down at my trousers, in particular a wet, glistening patch just starting to bleed through what is a very obvious erection. I keep my expression completely neutral, and stand at attention, eyes locked on his. He turns then, and his gaze falls on the Sarge. He breaks the silence after a very, very long and uncomfortable period of time. "Sgt. Rock. What an interesting choice of location to ... " He turns and gazes at me with a hard, long stare, then snaps back to look at the Sarge. " ... debrief ..." his tone is masterful, managing to pack the simple word with all kinds of double entendre and sarcasm. I'm certain that he caught enough of a glimpse of us to be fully aware that we are going commando.

17:14 Corporal_Sam_Mason: " oh... sorry, wrong choice of word. I meant brief of course..." His face stays completely neutral, expressionless. Oh man. We are fucked. "what an interesting choice of location and method to brief Corporal Samuel Mason." He walks around us both, examining us as if we were raw recruits. He takes one finger and rubs it across my shoulder, examining the wet stream of sweat pouring off my head and down my body. He does a full circle, then comes to stand in front of the Sarge again. "Based on your record, I fully expected you to make the Corporal sweat, but I admit, I hadn't quite counted on you getting such an early start." He leaned in then, and asked, his expression STILL completely neutral, "Tell me Sgt Rock, what is your assessment of Corporal Mason's .... " He paused and looked me up and down, then turned back to the sarge, "... capabilities?"

17:29 Mat_Rock: Mason is off me like a shot and I'm up and moving as fast as my battered body can move, which is FAST. I'm ripping my trousers up my body and, just as I'm doing up the fly a corner of my brain is registering that they're the wrong color... oh, FUCK... then I hear a cough.

17:29 Mat_Rock: Of course... OF COURSE it's my new CO because OF COURSE IT FUCKING IS, the only more backhanded luck the universe could've handed me was if my fucking mom was with him...

17:29 Mat_Rock: My body has already snapped itself to attention and part of me is wondering about regs and chains of command in mixed international forces on a US Marine post and just how much shit I could be in here... but mostly I'm agonizingly aware of my, and I've never thought this about it before, inconveniently huge cock still throbbing full and proud in Mason's trousers and rapidly spreading precum. Just enough of my mind is leftover to process the Commander's words.

17:29 Mat_Rock: There is no part of me which has the slightest trouble treating his question, and this whole situation, with deadly seriousness. I am probably royally fucked, and I know it. Way to go, Mat. Way to go.

17:29 Mat_Rock: "Sir, he is without question one of the most physically fit and determined soldiers I've ever met. His hand to hand skills are elite, and his tactics and methods during our spar demonstrated excellent strategic and adaptive thinking. He is a definite asset to the mission. Sir."

18:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Commander Ronald Craig nods at the Sarge's assessment, quite matter of fact. "Yes, I have my own sources, and despite his ... pampered upbringing ... he does seem to have achieved a certain level of competence." Then, suddenly he walks behind us towards the mats. I start to turn, wanting to see what he's doing, when he snaps out, "AS you were Corporal." My head snaps back, but I swallow nervously. Then... I look down briefly, and realize I'm wearing Mat's trousers!!! Oh fuck... I swallow.

18:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, the Commander walks around in front of us, and he's carrying our underpants in his hands, soaked in sweat, and ... other fluids. He looks curious, then he reaches out a finger and touches the damp spot on my crotch. I'm wishing the floor would open up and swallow me just about now. He sniffs, and grunts. Then, he repeats the process with the Sarge. I glance out of the side of my eyes... FUCK. The Sarge is huge. What a piece of manhood. He sniffs and grunts.

18:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then he turns to address the Sarge, "Sparring, was it Sgt? Perhaps that's what you call it in Hicksville, USA? Well, in this day and age, I suppose we must all be sensitive to little cultural differences. I must also admit to being curious when exactly the SAS and USMC swapped colors?" He glances at our trousers. I cringe inside.

18:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then he seems to consider something else. "As to your assessment of the Corporal, to judge by these.." He shows the Sarge his own Marine issue underpants, shredded and torn, "I would have to concur that his tactics and methods are definitely noteworthy." He turns then to leave, tossing my underpants to me, and tossing the Sarge's torn underpants at him. I reflexively catch my pants. I'm utterly confused. What just happened?

18:01 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, mid stride, as if he forgot something, the Commander stops, and turns, this time his neutral expression cracks for just a split second, and I swear that the corner of his mouth twitches into something resembling a smile. "Oh, and Sgt., the next time you and Corporal Mason decide to .... hmmmm.... spar ... with each other, you might be wise to select a more private location. That will be all." He turns and leaves the gym. I stare at the Sarge, slightly shocked. My brother James never mentioned THIS about the Commander.

19:07 Mat_Rock: I feel like puking... the whole time the CO is low key raking us over the coals I just wanna curl up and die, this is the least professional thing I've done in... I don't know how long, and when he gets to pointing out that I'm wearing the wrong uniform, oh fuck... like, cut me some slack and strike me dead, God. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

19:07 Mat_Rock: But then... that moment, just as he's leaving... a glimmer of hope? Maybe? But I have no doubts; we have FUCKED UP here and our CO has our balls in his pocket. But, looks like maybe he's cool, and... well, I think he might be as queer as me and Poshie.

19:07 Mat_Rock: When the door clangs shut behind him, the tension drains out of me in a shuddering quake, my knees literally buckle a little and I throw my right arm over the Corporal's broad shoulders and lean into him.

19:07 Mat_Rock: "Hooooooolyyyyyyyyy shit, bro," I say, my voice equal parts wonder, laughter, and nervous incredulity. "I thought we were fucked." I pull him into a tight one armed hug and give him a gentle noogie. "You are ok in my book, Poshie."

19:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I feel weak as the door slams. I stagger slightly as the Sarge throws his arm around me, quickly recovering my composure. We made it... at least, I think we did. Well. I'll be processing that scene for a while. There are clearly hidden depths to Commander Craig. I grin suddenly, starting to laugh just as the Sarge does. Relief, and wonder, and somehow, my conclusion is that we have the Commander's blessing. And strangely, that feels enormously good. I had my suspicions about Commander Craig. I began to suspect that he knew more about how to lead men in his little finger than I had learned in my entire life.

19:21 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I return the Sarge's tight hug, relieved and almost hysterical, hearing the relief in his voice as well. I turn, and spontaneously kiss Matt on the cheek. My cock, though it was starting to soften, was holding a solid semi. "Did the Commander just give us his .... blessing ... to fuck each other? Because that's what it sounded like to me!" I turn a little serious for a moment after I get noogied, reaching out and grabbing Matt's chin, turning so I can look into his eyes. I nod. "Definitely top shelf. All the fucking day long." Respect, admiration, attraction, friendship shining on my face like an open book. Then suddenly, I can't help it... and start to break down again, letting go of your chin, doubling up, trying ... and failing... not to laugh... "so... tell me... Mat.. what was it like, growing up in Hicksville, USA?" For some reason, that one line of Commander Craig's popped into my head, and I found it hysterically hilarious.

19:33 Mat_Rock: "Felt great, CORPORAL." I put on my best stern face but it lasts like three seconds. "Naw, I'm kidding Poshie. No rank here. When we're on the clock, 'Gunney' is pretty traditional, 'Rock' will do. I sure as shit hope you can come up with something better than 'Jarhead,' though, Mason. Now gimme my fucking pants back."

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