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Myself and a co-worker, Jeff, are the only two left in the office as everyone one else finished their reports. It's 8PM and the building air conditioning system has shut down and it's beginning to get very warm and we still have 2 hours of work to complete our project. Jeff removes his jacket revealing his massive torso and hard nipples that were pushing against the tightly fitted button down shirt and he unbuttons the top two buttons of the shirt. I see chest hairs peek out, he then rolls up his shirt sleeves revealing muscular forearms....
My heart begins to pound, I cannot concentrate on any thing else except Jeff's hot body, I wanted to remove his shirt and feel his muscles, but I'm afraid of the reaction...
I decide to compliment him on his body, "Jeff you must work out hard in the gym you look really fit"
"Actually, I do" he replies and he flexes his right arm. His bicep expands almost to the point of ripping through the shirtsleeve.
"Holy fuck" comes out of my mouth. I feel my dick harden.
"Wanna see more"....
"Take a closer look for yourself" he stands up and goes into a full double bicep flex,
"Feel how hard they are" he says. I feel his massive biceps and my two hands cannot completely hold them, he then tells me to unbutton his shirt.
My heats is racing with the excitement.....
I obey, of course, and begin to slowly unbutton his shirt exposing his massive chest. He peels the shirt off of his massive arms and begins flexing his chest and biceps, even giving me a show by making his pecs dance.
"Damn, how big are your arms and chest" I ask?
He replies "I have never measured them will you measure for me?
Fuck yeah I thought, so I grabbed the tape measure from the desk drawer and wrapped it around his chest which measures 48", I then measured his biceps which came in at 17.5". His muscle were not only huge but also rock hard.
I was in awe and couldn't believe this was happening to me.
He told to punch his chest hard over and over, again I obeyed, and he didn't even flinch.
I began to rub his chest after pounding it for a good 5 minutes, passing my hands over his hard eraser head nipples and notice a bulge in his pants.
I asked, "do you like this?" he replied, "I do, I do indeed"
I responded "I can see that" as I looked down at his crotch bulging.
He reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out a 7" thick mushroom head dick, with veins popping.
He commanded "Suck it" and once again I obeyed.
I wrapped my warm lips around his massive throbbing cock and he moaned with pleasure. He was flexing his biceps as I sucked his cock and I massaged his mighty pecs and biceps simultaneously.
My dick was rock hard and leaking as I continued to suck until he finally shot his load.
"That was nice" he exclaimed as he put his dick back into his pants, zipped his fly, put his shirt back on and then said, "Ok let's finish the project"
We never spoke about that night again.

THE APPROACH:
I am a fight promoter and I'm constantly looking for potential fighters. Last week while visiting a GNC store in the mall I noticed young muscle stud. He was approximately 6' 185 lbs. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and I could see he had hard pecs tapering down to a slim waist and nice size biceps. He was purchasing protein mixes. I commented that it is obvious that he hits the gym hard, and asked him if he ever wrestled and he mentioned he did in HS. I told him I was a promoter and he expressed interest, however he was in town on business and leaving the next day.I gave him my card and told him to come see me tonite for an interview. He said he did not have a car and he couldn't come to my office but asked if I would conduct the interview in his hotel room. I agreed and told him I'd be there at 7.
THE INTERVIEW:
At 7pm he was waiting for me in the hotel lobby and we proceeded up to his room. I asked him his stats.
32 yrs old, 6' 1" 190lbs, 43" chest, 16"biceps, 32"waist, 26"legs. He explained to me his experience in HS. He had a very determined Alpha male attitude which I look for in all my fighters.I told him I would have to verify his stats and told him to strip down to his boxer briefs, and do some pushups and sit-ups to get a pump. Now show me what you've got and he went into a flexing routine. Nice thick neck muscles, hard pecs with muscle striations, beautiful baseball size biceps with a large vein running down his arm and
THE PHYSICAL:
I measured his muscles and the numbers he gave were spot on and I noticed his dick was now a full blown hard-on. I told him to remove his briefs and lie back on the bed. I told him to flex hard and as I felt his rock solid biceps and pecs, I squeezed and punched his hard muscles and he began moaning, saying fuck yeah feel my power. He was one solid fucker. I told him it's obvious that he is getting aroused but this is the endurance part, you must resist and control the need to shoot your load, while constantly flexing your muscles. I made his dick rock hard and he flexed every muscle in his body. He was squirming and writhing in erotic pleasure. I continued to edge him and he was in complete control of his load. He was dripping in sweat but still resisted shooting. After about 20 minutes of me doing everything to make him shoot he continued to endure and told me he was waiting for my ok. Finally I gave him permission and he shot a massive load.He was physically spent but still mentally in control, a trait I much admire in my fighters.He told me the most intense experience he has ever had and he really enjoyed being pushed to such limits.
THE JOB:
I congratulated him and hired him on the spot.
Today he is my most valuable fighter and my prize CHAMPION!

So I quickly come up with a solution to determine the Champ once and for all buy I must have their buy in.
I explain "Both of you have proven your physical strength and endurance and I can safely say neither one of you are superior over the other, so the championship will be awarded to the stud that can hold his load the longest. In other words the guy who shoots first will concede the championship to the other. Are both of you in? and OK with this?" They look at each, other still breathing heavily from the previous competition, and both agree they are in. "Perfect" I respond, "I will administer the challenge!" They looked puzzled and said ok. "Let's begin."
I tie both their hands to the chin-up bar, with approximately 4 feet between them, leaving enough slack so they can flex their guns. Apparently John is turned on by bondage as I see his dick harden when I fastened his hands and I think this will be fun.
Both men are still puzzled. I explain that I will be touching, tickling and edging both of you simultaneously until one of you cannot take it anymore and shoot a load.The visual of me arousing your opponent will add to the excitement along with the moans you both will emit. Both men are close enough where I can service both of them at once. I notice that both men are already getting aroused and I haven't even touched them.
I thought I died and went to heaven, before me were these two massive muscled hunks and they were under my control. I felt my hardened dick leaking and my heart pounding.
I command they both flex their biceps and I pull their wrestling trans down to their ankles as they flex. not They are now fully exposed. Both men are semi hard now, maybe 7.5" with nicely shaped mushroom heads. I tell them to relax their biceps. I run my finger under each mans armpit and both are ticklish. I tell them to flex biceps again and begin to rub them and watch their dicks stiffen. I order them to flex their abs and I rub them as well moving my hand up and down as they flex. I use my index and middle finger and encircle each and nipple and then flick the eraser heads. John moans and Paul yells "oh fuck!" Now both mens dicks are standing at attention. I say," you both like that?" they moan again. "Remember the guy that shoots first is the loser". Both are breathing heavily. I now know both men have wired nipples. "FLEX, FLEX" I command and they obey. I bring my hands down and cup their hardened scrotums and gently squeeze their balls, "Fuck!!" they scream in unison. I wrap each mans dick in my forefinger and thumb and move up and down their shafts. Both men are extremely hard and may be close to loosing control. so I back off and let them cool down a bit. I am having too much pleasure to end this so soon...lol. I tickle them thinking that will soften their cocks but they are both so aroused and excited and standing at attention. I begin to rub their inner thighs. John exclaims "you are killing me!" Paul says "I will not cum first". I again attack their nipples and both me are moaning with pleasure. I immediately move back down to their beautifully hardened scrotum and cocks and gently rub and squeeze and play. John exclaims "I can't take any more" but I notice that Paul's dick is beginning to leak and he is looking zoned out.
Suddenly Paul lets out a scream and shoots a load 4 feet across the room "FUCK YEAH!!!!"
It's done....John is the CHAMP!
I tell John to let go, He screams "NOOOO!" I bend down and lick the head of his throbbing cock and
he shoots his load.
Both men are totally spent!
The end?
Each one approached me alone and said they would like to repeat this again in private.
Of course I agreed....LOL :)'

So I come up with an endurance/strength challenge which I believe will be difficult for the two muscled dudes as they are visible exhausted from the back and forth action of the last 30+ minutes. The stud that completes the challenge will be declared the champ.
The challenge will consist of 3 basic exercises:
100 situps, 100 pushups and 50 pull-ups, performed simultaneously to my count, the title will be awarded to the one that completes at least 2 of the exercises, in other words best of 3.
They both agree to the terms and shake hands.
Situps:
I begin to count slowly 1......2.....3.....setting the pace 75.....76......78.....both men grimacing in pain as they feel their abs burning and I can see beads of sweat on their tightened six packs 98.....99.....100.
Both men complete the first challenge with relative ease.
I begin to think this challenge may not be difficult enough.
Pushups:
Again I begin the count slowly to pace them and make it more difficult. The two musclemen are completely silent and concentrating on completing the challenge. At 80 I begin to hear grunting as they both are beginning to show signs of struggling. At 95 it appears they will both achieve this segment successfully. 100 done!
Both men's chests are heaving and they are breathing heavily as they stretch out their arms for the third and final challenge. Both know they must complete this segment or lose the competition.
I am confident that their arms must feel like wet noodles and this will be the deciding exercise.
Pull-ups:
We begin....at pull up #30 I begin to see John struggling, could this be it? Will John fail the last challenge?
I am thinking that Paul may have an advantage as his arms are shorter and has to pull himself up a shorter distance to reach the bar. At #39 Paul begins struggling as well. Both men wishing the other would give up and drop from the bar. 48.....49.....50!
Both men collapse on the mat, but both men completed the 3 challenges and are totally spent, soaked in sweat and breathing extremely heavy.
John says "No fucking way, still no champ." "Now what ref????" exclaims Paul.
These 2 muscled hunks are truly evenly matches physically as they have arm wrestled, rolled on the mats for more than 30 minutes and completed 3 grueling exercises, so I really need to come up with another way to determine a winner once and for all.
Stay tuned to see what I come up with....

They enter the ring and circle, like two tigers waiting to attack. John the taller lean muscled stud with slabs of muscled pecs and washboard abs raises his hands signaling Paul to lock hands. Paul's massive stocky muscles packed onto the shorter frame looking like an oak tree moves around the ring cautiously. Suddenly Paul charges in and wraps his mighty pythons around John in a bearhug squeezing with all his power. John grunts as he is squeezed in the vice grip. With his long arms he land punches into Paul's sides with each punch Paul grunts, eventually letting go. John immediately gets Paul in a headlock and drives him down to the mat and mounts Paul, pinning Paul's massive guns under his mighty thighs in a classic schoolboy pin. Paul struggles with all his might but to no avail as the two men are equally as strong. John yells "give up you are going nowhere" Paul says "never". John reaches back and lands a coupe of blows to Paul's abs which are now bright red from the assault. Paul yells out "I give".
"That's what I'm talking about" John says.
Round 1 John
They both retreat to their corners, breathing hard after this encounter which lasted about 10 mins. "You got lucky" Paul exclaims. "And I suppose I got lucky in the arm wrestle too" says John, "let's face it you are out of your league". Paul responds "We shall see, let's go".
Paul immediately goes in on the attack again this time lifting John in a fireman's carry and slamming him to the mat. He doesn't give John a second to recover and repeats the move this time slamming him across his knee in a classic backbreaker. John is in pain on the mat and rolls over on his stomach unknowingly setting the stage for Paul's next move. Paul quickly folds John's legs, pulls his well muscled arms back and perfectly applies a surfboard exposing his incredible abs and chest while stretching his arms to their limits which has John screaming "I submit, I submit".
Round 2 Paul
That was a lightning round win for Paul as the submission came in less than 5 mins. John knew there was no escape and gave quickly to limit the damage on his arm and shoulder muscles.
The two Alpha studs are ready to engage again. They apply arm bars, headlocks, full nelsons and scissors each other as they grunt and power out of each hold. Their bodies are glistening with sweat. This went on for approximately 15 minutes and I can see they were both completely exhausted. Paul deadlifts John over his head and slams his abs onto his knee and then pushes him face down on the mat. He sits on John's back, pulls his arms onto his knees and applies a camel clutch. John submits!
Paul releases the hold a claims victory.
Round 3 Paul
John says" Hold on Paul you lost the arm wrestle so we are still tied at 2 wins each"
They turn to the ref for a decision.
So I suggested that I come up with a strength test to determine the all time champ.
They both agree as I am the referee.
To be continued...