The spellbreaking gym in Sydney's seedy and vibrant King's Cross district was eerily quiet for a Wednesday night. It had been a few days since Rex had gone up against Slayer St. George in a creepy battle held in Deadboy Daemian's private arena (torture chamber). Rex was just trying to maximize the last of his days spent in Sydney.
He was also, much to his bemusement, horny as hell. The men in this country are too hot. There must be something in the water. Or it's all the leg sports. Plus, a lot of them have that spooky goth thing going on.
As a light magi, many of the dark mages around Sydney, the 'capital of dark magic' were diamterically opposed to Rex's element. That made him want them all the more. I just love a bad boy who likes to bully me...
After bench spotting the only other attendee, a rather hunky and friendly red demon with a stringer tank and mouth-watering pectorals, Rex found himself on the pec deck, pushing hard. The demon had been soul bounded to the gym manager (possibly lover), and had trusted Rex to his own devices.
"Phew!" Rex said as he let the barbell slide back into the rack. He sat up, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, admiring the pump's effect on his pectorals. Rex made a habit of working out shirtless when he could get away it, and tonight he was very pleased at his progress. The tits looked good. The glistening sweat from light Australian humidity (it was spring) looked good on him.
As Rex smiled somewhat absent minded at his musculature, even flexing his biceps a little for show, his eyes caught the motion of the door swing open. A handsome, tall man walked in. With his confident gait, tight lycra workout gear (Rex thought it almost resembled chain mail) the long haired gentleman struck Rex as both attractive and...familiar.
"Hm?" The handsome, dreamy eyed Welshman glanced over at Rex. He grimaced. "Ye gods..."
"Oh," Rex frowned, crossing his arms as he locked eyes with Slayer St. George, his most recent challenge. "Hey...Slayer." He bit his lip. This was awkward. Rex was affable and friendly as they came, but that Slayer was a bit on the intense side.
The 'knight' grunted, dropping his green and white gear bag to the gym floor. "You could at least do me the dignity of addressing me by my name, knave."
"Geez, okay!" Rex winced. "Slayer." He looked him up and down. Even clothed, his muscles and athletic were noteworthy. Especially in that tight lycra. Rex could only imagine what a chivalrous stud like that looked like in a singlet.
In any case, there was nothing stopping the 'Welsh Wyvern' from working out, and Rex didn't hold anything against him. He turned to re rack his weight, catching notice that Slayer was giving him a 'look. "Didn't think I was the only one who liked working out so late at night, Slayer."
"This is a Firebird affiliated gym," Slayer huffed, "I possess the keys. Had I the mind of a miscreant, I may very well trap you in with me and take sweet vengeance." He flipped his hair, still lush and voluminous despite the unfortunate and unintended trim. "And...the name is Arthur. Artie if you want me to be unkindly to you."
"Unkindly?" Rex said, flirtatious, raising and eyebrow. Working out always put him in a mood. Should he...covort with the enemy though? Even though he wasn't signed to the GSA, those boys were still closely affiliated. He liked those hunks Sailorboy and Icewolf.
Then again, it had been awhile since Rex had some fun with a muscle stud, and this Slayer was really easy on the eyes. He parted his legs, intentionally showing off his bulge in his tight work out shorts.
Rex stretched, yawning, subtly flexing his triceps. "Too bad. I was hoping for a hot Aussie hunk to come work out with me."
"Hm. Well, is this province not called Neo South Wales? I am from the genuine article. The original Wales."
"...Was that you trying to be funny? Whatever. Hmmm. But how sweet is this vengeance of yours, my knight in shining armor?" He lowered his arms and gave Slayer the 'look', the one that any man whose been with men knows to signal.
Slayer's mouth twitched. "Hng!?" Either he got the message, or he was going to be a coy jerk about it. "It can be...quite sugared indeed," he said. He leaned his hands against Rex's bench. "I must admit, my thoughts have turned to your countenance these past three days. You proved your strength to me."
"I think you enjoyed being humbled," Rex laughed. "The hair looks nice, by the way."
"It is...a bit modern for my liking." Slayer brushed it away. Rex found his expressions, when he wasn't trying to be a jerk, that is, were adorable. "Humility is part of chivalry, I suppose, but so is the admiration of beauty. And I quite admire your muscles. Your comely visage."
Rex stood up. "You...use a lot of big words," he said, before leaning in and kissing Slayer on the mouth.
The knight made a small noise. He closed his eyes, soaking in the power of Rex's kiss, before returning the gesture. Unlike the fight and test of strength from back during their bout, they held each other gently, here. Hands slid up musclular backs, and down thighs, a quiet exploration of each other's bodies.
"My words are not the only thing you might find formidable, Sir Rex," Slayer said. He took Rex's hands and moved them down his hard core, towards the front of his pants. "If you would care to explore."
Rex tried to disguise his eager, contented sigh, but he figured they were well past that point. "Oh, I think I would," he said, getting to his knees. "And I don't hate being called Sir." He began to mouth the front of Slayer's bulge.
The knight leaned his head back and sighed. "Nor I. Shall I lock this door? Or are you, perhaps, afraid to be alone with me, Sir Rex?"
"I've been thinking about you since our match," Rex said, continuing his labor. He'd gotten Slayer hard, and judging from the tent in his pants (almost comical in how large it was), he was well on his way to tangling with a new dragon.
The Welsh knight laughed, pushing Rex's head and mouth away, albeit playfully. "Finish your set, knave," he said, pointing to the bench. "Let me watch. I'll spot you."
Something about working out harder for Slayer titilated the light magi, who gladly laid back down on the bench. Slayer made no subtly about draping his ample bulge across Rex's face as he lifted harder, grunting, straining all his muscles against the weight.
"5...6...very good. One more. Good boy."
The praise, as well as the surge of testosterone, got Rex rock hard. With all his might, he completed his set, grunting on the decline. Slayer helped him guide the bar bell back to its rack.
"Such might," Slayer proudly said. He leaned over, tickling Rex with his hair, and planted another kiss on his mouth. His hands travelled to Rex's pecs, fondling them, massaging them, before Slayer's fingers teased Rex's hard nips.
"Fuck," Rex moaned.
Slayer was slow and certain in all of his movements. His hands travelled from Rex's chest, down to his hard legs. "The thighs of Hercules," Slayer observed. At this point, he was practically crawling on top of Rex's body. "Woe for you, it was not a jest when I declared revenge. Turnabout is fair play, and all."
Slayer began to mouth and lick the sweat off Rex's chest, tongue spiralling around his nipples.
"Oh..." Rex moaned, going mad with the sensation. "Oh fffffuck. This is good revenge." He felt himself precum in his pants.
Slayer saw the result of his actions, smirking cockily at the puddle forming at the tip of Rex's tent. "Even your sweat is sweet," Slayer said. He moved his mouth towards Rex's musky bulge and licked the bead of precum off. "And this nectar is even sweeter. I knew you were delicious."
"Starting to talk like Daemian," Rex laughed.
"Oh, do not dare speak that devil's name aloud."
"Why not? Not done for a threesome, Arthur?" Rex winked.
"You scamp," Slayer laughed, necking Rex, using his tongue as expertly as he wrestled. "I shall punish you thusly for that."
Rex's eyes rolled back into his head. "Damn good punishment too." Rex couldn't resist any more, however. He was hungry. He sat up, tugging Slayer's lycra pants down. He was hard enough.
"I would like to see what kind of sword you have in that scabbard," Rex said, as he revealed his opponent's weapon of choice. He blushed. "Oh...oh, damn."
Rex had seen some big ones in his time. Slayer wasn't so much girthy, but long, just to the point where it was almost obscene. It was a beautiful cock. Ten inches or more. Rex gulped, slightly intimidated.
Slayer wasn't arrogant about his equipment. He smiled, almost innocent (which, to Rex, was somehow hotter). "I see you have unleased Excalibur," Slayer said, gently guiding Rex's face to his intended target. "Now you must prove your worth, or be cut down like a dog."
"Damn," Rex said, maintaining eye contact as he began to slowly lick up the head and the shaft. "Excalibur, huh? A legendary and mighty sword."
"Only those who can fit their mouth around it entire are deemed truly worthy. Now, polish my blade."
Rex found the mass of Slayer's priceless sword enter him. Indeed, a formidable weapon, it cut to the back of his throat. Rex was good, but even he was a bit out of his depth. His reflexes took over, and Slayer's blade was unsheathed again.
"Fuck," Rex gasped. He didn't get much of a breath, however, before Slayer stabbed again.
"Now, now. One more brave attempt. Ah...there. Slowly. Good, squire. You will make a great knight, once you learn to polish your master's blade."
Rex's eyes rolled back into his head anew, and he felt another drop leak from his shorts. Something about his mouth and throat being 'conquered' by this studly warrior made him go crazy. Still, anatomy took hold. He gagged again. Slayer, the gentleman, removed himself without protest.
"I tried," Rex said, somewhat guilty. He smiled up.
"Heh. A valiant effort." Slayer tapped the side of Rex's cheek, playfully, with the weapon that had conquered his opponent. "You may not be the knight I'm looking for, but you are the man I would like right now." He held Rex's head and tugged up, putting him back on his feet. Another assuring kiss.
Lost in passion, Rex found himself turned around--man-handled by his former opponent. "Look at yourself and flex for me," Slayer commanded. "I love to watch a man admire their own beauty."
Rex did as he was told, slowly raising arm and making his biceps peak. Glistening in the gym light, like polished stones, they were enough to illicit a small moan from the observer.
"I do like admiring it," Rex said, turned on by the sight of his own perfection.
"Kiss it."
Rex did as told. He closed his eyed and kissed his muscles, just as passionately as he had kissed Slayer.
The knight did Rex the honors of pulling down on his own pants. As Rex flexed for his admirer, Slayer put his hands around his waist, breathed heavily, and began to pressed and push his manhood against Rex's muscular backside. As Rex flexed, he was rewarded with another pleasure-inducing kiss, or a gentle bite to the back of the neck. Slayer drove him wild. A thread of milky pre-cum forced its way out of Rex and onto the weights in front of them.
"Oops. We'll have to clean those later."
"We will mark this gym, boy. You and I."
"Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah we will. Unnnghhh..."
Again, Slayer took charge. He maneuverd Rex onto the bench, but on his back.
"You gonna fuck me?" Rex said, raising his legs up. "You wanna?"
"Not so crude, lover. Like the Greek masters for their young warriors, I would like to put those muscular thighs of yours to use."
"Oh fuck. Oh yeah, right on the bench."
"Let us anoint it with a warrior's blessing."
Slayer leaned over and placed his iron-hard sword between Rex's muscular thighs. He pushed inward, sliding his cock under Rex's own, modest length. He pushed and thrusted slowly, letting Rex feel his power.
Rex had never had sex like this before, but it felt amazing. Slayer, in any case, seemed to be going wild. Combined with his sweat, and Slayer precumming loads, it was the perfect lubricant. It was both primal and elegant, this rutting.
Plus, Rex didn't have to do any work.
"Oh, that Excalibur does feel good," he moand.
"No man nor woman can resist it," Slayer said, mid ecstasy, increasing the speed of his thrusting. "I think I shall cut you down here and revenge be mine. Death for you, knave...but only the little one."
How was this possible? Rex had indeed learned a new technique from his opponent...and it was about to pay off. Slayer was adept in his sword play, alternating between his own pleasure, embedding himself in Rex's thighs, and then 'stabbing' at his own shaft, tip meeting tip. His cock was dominant. Rex's was happy to lose.
"Your cock is vanquished," Slayer grunted.
Unable to control his voice against his rising orgasm, Rex cried out. "Oh fuck...it's gonna be big." The build up. Then, the dams burst. "Oh, Slayer. OH FUCCCK."
A jet-blast of cum shot out all over Slayer's chest, marking him perfectly. Then more. Slayer didn't stop, though.
"Yes, oil my blade with your manhood. Good boy." He leaned back, looking like a hero ascending skyway. "Sorry to the gym owners. This bench is mine. Gah!!!"
A blast of white liquid sprouted and blossomed from out Rex's thighs, running across his muscles, and soaking over the bench. Shocked, he bit his tongue from speaking aloud as he watched Slayer's cum spill over the side of the cusion, onto the floor.
Rex covered his mouth. Post-orgam clarity returned. "Damn!"
"Heh." Slayer looked away, sheepishly. "A kiss." He kissed him. "That was good."
Rex sighed, still unable to believe what had happened. "You...are intense and kind of romantic."
"And what knight would I be if I wasn't?" Slayer said. He looked down, at their mutual mess, and winced. "I shall clean this disaster of ours. Well done."
"Mmm. Will I see you again?"
"When we cross paths on the battlefield, I will enjoy striking you down, beautiful one."
"So mean!" Rex pouted.
"Not so." Slayer laughed. "I would like to hold you close, in the showers. And then, come back with me to the hotel. We can continue our swordplay there..."
Rex sighed, pleased with everything. "Remind me to send Deadboy a gift basket."
The End
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