Chapter 7: Viking Victory
The oak arm-wrestling table still vibrated with the impact of defeat. Bjorn slumped over it, sweat dripping from his nose onto the scarred wood, his massive forearm trembling uncontrollably. The echo of Arjun slamming his fist down reverberated in his bones, louder than any dropped weight. He felt hollowed out, the bluster and Viking bravado crushed under the sheer, dense power of the man beside him. Arjun’s breath, still heavy from the exertion, warmed the back of Bjorn’s neck.
Arjun flexed his victorious hand slowly, the thick veins receding like dark rivers at low tide. His gaze, cold and assessing, swept over Bjorn’s defeated form, then flicked to Javier, who stood watching, forgotten and still smarting from his own loss.
"Chins," Arjun stated, the single word cracking the silence. He pushed away from the table, his thick 6-inch flaccid cock swinging heavily as he walked towards the steel rig. "With a passenger. You carry me, Viking."
Bjorn finally lifted his head. His blue eyes, stripped of defiance but burning with something raw and unfamiliar – a mix of shamed arousal and primal challenge – met Arjun’s. "Carry you?" His voice was gravel scraped raw. "Your freak dick gonna tip the scales?" He pushed himself upright, the movement stiff. His own semi-hard cock, thick and heavy at 5 inches soft, bobbed against his thigh.
Arjun stopped beneath the bar, reaching up to grip it. His latissimus dorsi flared wide and dense, the striations deep canyons in the dim light. "Your turn to feel the weight. Twenty reps. Clean." He glanced back, a ghost of that glacial smirk on his lips. "Unless you’re still trembling too much."
Bjorn spat on the concrete floor. The insult stung, but the challenge was a lifeline back to something he understood: physical exertion, pushing limits. The confusing heat low in his belly, ignited by Arjun’s dominance and the sheer visual of that monstrous cock, could be buried under sweat and strain. Maybe. He stalked towards the rig, his massive legs eating the distance. "Tremble? Fuck you. Mount up, Gandhi. Break your skinny back for all I care."
Arjun hoisted himself easily, hanging straight-armed, his vascular forearms like twisted cables. His back muscles shifted like tectonic plates beneath oiled skin. Bjorn moved behind him, his large hands landing roughly on Arjun’s hips. The skin was hot silk over granite. He could feel the latent power coiled there, the density that had just outmuscled him. He slid his hands lower, gripping the swell of Arjun’s glutes, feeling the hard muscle flex under his palms. The proximity was overwhelming – the heat radiating off Arjun, the scent of salt, exertion, and pure male musk flooding his senses. His own cock stirred noticeably.
With a grunt, Bjorn leaped, wrapping his thick, powerful legs around Arjun’s waist, locking his ankles tight. His huge chest pressed flush against Arjun’s oiled back. The sheer weight was immense, anchoring them both. Arjun’s breath hissed out sharply. Bjorn felt the lean frame beneath him tense, every striation in the lat muscles standing out in stark relief. He could feel Arjun’s thick flaccid cock trapped between their bodies, pressed hard against Bjorn’s lower abdomen.
"Fucking heavy, Viking," Arjun gritted out, his voice strained but controlled.
"Told you," Bjorn growled back, shifting his grip, his own cock now grinding against the cleft of Arjun’s ass. He felt a jolt of heat. "Gonna quit already?"
Arjun’s response was physical. He exploded upwards. Bjorn gasped as they surged towards the bar, Arjun’s chin clearing it easily, the muscles in his back and arms bulging obscenely under the load. Bjorn’s cock jammed hard against Arjun’s spine. He felt the lean body beneath him working with terrifying efficiency, the power concentrated and dense. On the descent, Arjun’s thick cock slid against Bjorn’s abs, the friction sending sparks through Bjorn’s nerves.
Rep Two. Another piston-like drive upwards. Bjorn clung tighter, the oil on Arjun’s skin making his grip slippery. He buried his face for a second in the crook of Arjun’s neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent deeply, feeling the pulse hammering beneath the skin. His own hands slid higher on Arjun’s torso, tracing the ridges of his serratus muscles.
Rep Five. Arjun’s breathing was rhythmic now, harsh gasps punctuating each powerful lift. Sweat poured down both their bodies, mingling on slick skin. Bjorn felt Arjun’s trapped cock stirring, thickening rapidly against his stomach. The girth was undeniable, growing impossibly hard and massive even crushed between them. A low groan escaped Bjorn’s lips, involuntary this time. He ground his hips forward, seeking more friction against that burgeoning heat.
"Feel that, Viking?" Arjun rasped on the next lift, his voice thick. "Feel what you’re grinding on?" He pushed his hips back deliberately, grinding the now fully rigid, monstrous length of his 12-inch cock hard against Bjorn’s groin. Bjorn hissed, his own thick 9-inch cock surging to full, painful erection instantly, trapped and throbbing against Arjun’s spine. Pre-cum slicked both their skin.
Rep Ten. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, oil, and raw arousal. Javier watched from the shadows near the arm-wrestling table, forgotten. His hand idly stroked his own thick 8-inch erection, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, transfixed by the raw display of power and burgeoning lust. He saw Bjorn’s head thrown back, a mix of strain and ecstasy on his face as Arjun powered through another rep, his own massive cock a thick, veined column pressed obscenely against the Viking’s abs.
Rep Fifteen. Bjorn was moaning openly now, low, guttural sounds lost in the rhythm of Arjun’s grunts and the wet slap of sweat-slicked skin. He ground down relentlessly onto Arjun’s thick cock, feeling the huge head, the soda-can girth, the pulsing veins. His own cock ached, leaking copiously onto Arjun’s back. "Fuck... Gandhi... that fucking thing..." he gasped into Arjun’s ear, his voice wrecked.
"Hold on," Arjun commanded, his voice strained but predatory. Rep Seventeen. Eighteen. Each upward surge drove Arjun’s cock harder against Bjorn, each descent dragged the thick shaft down. Bjorn’s hands clawed at Arjun’s pecs, gripping hard muscle through the sweat.
Nineteen. Arjun roared, a sound of pure exertion tearing from his throat. His entire vascular frame shook with the effort, veins threatening to burst under the skin. Bjorn felt the power vibrate through him, the brutal strength holding him aloft.
Twenty. The final rep was slower, a controlled descent. Arjun lowered them, his muscles trembling with fatigue, but never yielding. His breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps. Bjorn dismounted, landing heavily on rubbery legs. He staggered back a step, his own chest heaving, his huge cock jutting obscenely thick and wet. Arjun dropped lightly to the mats, turning to face him. His 12-inch cock stood impossibly upright, glistening with sweat and Bjorn’s pre-cum, the massive head flushed dark purple, veins thick as fingers.
Bjorn stared at it, transfixed. His defiance was gone, burned away by exertion, humiliation, and the undeniable, visceral magnetism of that monstrous piece of flesh. He took a step forward, then another, his eyes locked on the throbbing shaft. He dropped to his knees on the sweat-slicked concrete, the impact jarring up his thighs. He didn’t break eye contact with Arjun. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward.
His large hands wrapped around the base of Arjun’s cock. The thickness filled his fists completely, hot steel beneath velvet skin. The sheer girth was staggering. Bjorn lowered his head, his blond hair damp with sweat. He opened his mouth wide, wider than he thought possible, and took the swollen, leaking head between his lips.
It was too much. Intolerably thick. His jaw strained instantly. He could barely get the flared corona past his teeth. Saliva flooded his mouth. He gagged, eyes watering, but pushed forward, desperate to take more, needing to conquer this final, impossible challenge. He managed an inch, the thick shaft stretching his lips obscenely wide. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, tasting salt and musk and the tang of pre-cum. A deep, guttural moan vibrated from his chest.
Arjun threw his head back with a harsh gasp. "Fuck... yes... take it, Viking." He placed a large hand on the back of Bjorn’s head, not forcing, but guiding, encouraging.
Javier, forgotten, stepped forward, his own cock hard and neglected. He watched Bjorn struggle to accommodate
Javier, forgotten, stepped forward, his own cock hard and neglected. He watched Bjorn struggle to accommodate the obscene girth of Arjun's cockhead. Saliva dripped from Bjorn’s stretched lips, glistening on the thick purple crown as he gagged, his jaw audibly creaking under the strain.
"Fuckin' hell, Bjorn," Javier breathed, his hand instinctively tightening around his own thick shaft. "Can you even breathe?"
Bjorn didn’t answer, couldn’t. His blue eyes, wide with a mix of pain and desperate hunger, flicked up to Arjun’s face. He pushed forward another agonizing half-inch, the incredible thickness forcing his lips into a tight O-ring around the shaft. Pre-cum, salty and slick, flooded his tongue. He moaned around the intrusion, the vibration making Arjun grunt and tighten his fist in Bjorn’s sweaty blond hair, not pulling, just holding him steady, commanding the pace.
"Good," Arjun rasped, his voice thick. "Take it deeper, Viking. Prove you can handle more than just weight." His hips gave a minute, instinctive thrust, the massive cockhead nudging Bjorn’s resisting throat. Bjorn choked, tears welling, but didn’t pull back. He sucked harder, tongue frantically working the sensitive ridge beneath the crown, the veins pulsing against his palate like thick cables.
Arjun hissed, his free hand clamping onto Bjorn’s broad shoulder. "Yeah... like that... work that fuckin' tool..." His vascular abs clenched tight, sweat running down the deep grooves, tracing the path towards his monstrous erection. Bjorn’s large hands, still gripping Arjun’s thick thighs just above the knee, trembled with the effort of holding himself still, of submitting to the sheer size filling his mouth. He felt dominated, overwhelmed, yet a raw, unquenchable lust burned through the humiliation, hotter than the ache in his jaw. He wanted to conquer this, to make Arjun lose control.
Javier licked his lips, mesmerized. He saw Bjorn’s own thick 9-inch cock, still rock hard and dripping untouched onto the concrete. The sight of the powerful Viking on his knees, straining to deepthroat the Indian American’s superior tool, sent a jolt of pure heat through Javier’s core. He took another step closer, the smell of male sweat, sex, and desperation thick in his nostrils.
"God damn," Javier muttered, his own breathing ragged. "Look at him go." He reached down, his thick fingers wrapping around his erection, stroking slowly in time with Bjorn’s labored bobbing. "Suck that fuckin' monster, Bjorn. Show him what you're made of."
Bjorn heard Javier but it was distant, muffled. His entire world had narrowed to the impossible thickness stretching his mouth, the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum, the iron grip in his hair, and the overwhelming heat radiating from Arjun’s body. He pushed harder, forcing himself to relax his throat, wanting, needing, to take more. A low, desperate groan vibrated deep in his chest, swallowed by Arjun’s flesh.
Arjun’s head fell back further, a guttural curse tearing from his lips. "Shit! Keep going!" His hips jerked again, a harder, involuntary thrust. The huge cockhead breached Bjorn’s throat sphincter. Bjorn’s body convulsed, eyes bulging, a strangled gag ripping from him as his throat muscles clamped down in a spasm around the invading girth. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with sweat and spit.
"Easy," Arjun commanded breathlessly, though his grip on Bjorn’s hair tightened, holding him impaled. "Swallow, Viking. Swallow it down." He held Bjorn there, buried deep, feeling the frantic fluttering of Bjorn’s throat against his sensitive crown. The sensation was electric, maddening. Bjorn fought for air through his nose, his diaphragm heaving, his whole body shuddering with the effort and the intense, suffocating pleasure-pain. His hands scrabbled weakly on Arjun’s thighs. He was being fucked in the mouth, utterly owned, and a dark wave of surrender mixed with intense, perverse satisfaction washed over him. He was losing, and it felt fucking incredible.
Javier watched, transfixed, his own stroking becoming frantic. "Yeah... take it all... fuck his throat, Arjun!" He saw the powerful muscles in Bjorn’s neck straining, the sheer impossibility of his task. The Viking looked broken, used, and impossibly sexy in his submission. Javier’s balls tightened.
Arjun held the deep throat for agonizing seconds, savoring the tight, wet heat choking his cock, then slowly pulled Bjorn off. A thick strand of saliva and pre-cum connected Bjorn’s bruised lips to the gleaming purple head. Bjorn gasped, sucking in huge lungfuls of air, coughing violently, his chest heaving. He sagged forward, resting his forehead against Arjun’s sweat-slicked lower abs, his own neglected cock throbbing painfully against his thigh.
Arjun looked down at the blond head, breathing heavily himself. He saw the tears, the raw redness around Bjorn’s mouth, the absolute physical submission. He felt the wet heat radiating from Bjorn’s face pressed against his skin. The sight, the feel, the memory of that powerful body straining under him during the chins, winning despite the distraction of Arjun’s hardening cock... it ignited something deep and primal in Arjun. A fierce, possessive lust, hotter and more consuming than mere dominance. This Viking giant, humbled yet unbroken, had earned something.
Arjun’s hand moved from Bjorn’s hair to cup his jaw, forcing his head up. Bjorn’s eyes, still watery but blazing with a defiant, hungry fire, met his. Arjun traced Bjorn’s swollen bottom lip with his thumb. "You won those chins," Arjun stated, his voice a low growl rough with desire. "With my goddamn dick grinding into you the whole fucking time." His thumb pressed harder. "That was impressive, Bjorn. Fucking impressive." He leaned down, his other hand sliding down Bjorn’s back to grip a massive glute, pulling him closer. "Now get back on your knees and finish what you started. Show me what you do with winners."
Arjun’s command hung thick in the sweat-laden air, his thumb still pressed possessively against Bjorn’s swollen lip. Bjorn stared up, breath ragged, the sting of defeat warring with the molten heat pooling low in his gut. Arjun’s cock, that monstrous purple-headed pillar slick with Bjorn’s spit and pre-cum, pulsed inches from his face. The scent – salt, musk, pure male arousal – filled Bjorn’s nostrils, overwhelming.
"Winners?" Bjorn rasped, his voice wrecked from throat-fucking. He traced a thick finger along the obscene vein bulging down Arjun’s shaft, feeling the primal throb beneath hot skin. A shiver ran through him, not of fear, but of deep, unsettling anticipation. "What do winners get, Gandhi?"
Arjun’s dark eyes, usually glacial, held a predatory heat that made Bjorn’s own neglected cock ache. "Whatever the fuck they want," Arjun murmured, his hand sliding from Bjorn’s jaw down the corded muscle of his neck. "Right now? I want you inside me, Viking. Show me that beast isn’t just for show after you choked on mine."
The raw demand, laced with a challenge Bjorn couldn’t refuse, ignited him. He surged upwards, his huge body dwarfing Arjun's lean frame for a moment before he crowded him back towards a nearby flat bench press station. His large hands gripped Arjun’s oiled waist, lifting him with deceptive ease onto the padded surface. Arjun landed with a soft grunt, his back arching instinctively, presenting the powerful curve of his ass, muscles glistening under the dim lights. Bjorn stepped between Arjun’s spread thighs, his own thick 9-inch cock, flushed dark and leaking steadily, nudging the cleft.
"Lube?" Bjorn growled, his gaze locked on the tight pucker nestled between hard glutes. The sheer vulnerability of Arjun offering himself, this alpha who’d just broken him on the chin-up bar, sent another jolt of possessive lust through him.
"Don't need it," Arjun breathed, reaching back to spread himself with thick fingers, exposing the dark, tight ring of muscle. His eyes burned into Bjorn’s. "I saw how fucking wet you were grinding on my back. Use that. Fuck me raw. Show me you can do more than suck."
The filthy dare, coupled with the explicit invitation, shattered Bjorn’s last restraint. He spat thickly into his palm, the sound obscenely loud in the tense silence, then slicked his throbbing length, coating the thick shaft and swollen head. Javier watched from the shadows, forgotten again, his own hand a blur on his cock, captivated by the raw power exchange.
Bjorn lined up, the broad, slick head of his cock pressing insistently against Arjun’s tight entrance. He felt the clench, the resistance. "Easy…" he rumbled, a surprising gentleness warring with the feral need in his voice. He pushed, just a fraction. The tight ring yielded slightly, stretching obscenely around the immense girth. Arjun hissed, his abdominal muscles contracting sharply, veins standing out like ropes.
"Fuck... Bjorn..." Arjun gasped, his head thrown back against the bench pad, eyes squeezed shut. "Just... do it. Stop fucking teasing."
Bjorn leaned forward, bracing one massive hand beside Arjun’s head, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. He pushed again, harder this time, a relentless, steady pressure. The thick crown breached, forcing the tight muscle wide. Arjun cried out, a raw sound ripped from his throat, his body arching off the bench. Bjorn felt the incredible, searing heat engulf the head of his cock, the tight clasp almost painful. He groaned, long and low, the sensation of conquering this impossibly strong man more intoxicating than any arm-wrestle win.
"Look at me," Bjorn demanded, his voice guttural. Arjun’s eyes snapped open, dark and blazing with pain and fierce pleasure. Bjorn held his gaze as he pushed forward another agonizing inch, feeling Arjun’s internal muscles flutter and clench wildly around the invading thickness. Sweat dripped from Bjorn’s brow onto Arjun’s heaving chest. "See who’s fucking you, Gandhi. See who owns this tight fucking hole right now."
Arjun’s lips parted on a silent gasp as Bjorn sank deeper, the incredible girth stretching him beyond anything he’d known. The burn was intense, a white-hot line of fire, but beneath it bloomed a profound, shocking fullness that made his monstrous cock jerk and weep onto his abs. He felt filled, dominated in a way that resonated deeper than physical defeat. He met Bjorn’s intense blue stare, saw not just lust, but a raw, possessive focus that made his own breath hitch. "Bjorn..." he breathed, the name a surrender, an acknowledgement.
Javier moaned openly, his stroking frantic. "Christ... look at that split... Bjorn’s fuckin’ burying it..."
Bjorn bottomed out with a final, grinding thrust, his heavy balls slapping against Arjun’s ass. He was buried to the hilt, Arjun’s tight channel gripping his entire length like a molten fist. He stayed there for a shuddering moment, both men panting, adjusting to the overwhelming intrusion, the sheer physical reality of their connection. Bjorn lowered his head, his lips brushing the sweat-slick skin of Arjun’s neck, a gesture shockingly tender amidst the brutality. "You take it... so fucking good..." he murmured against the thundering pulse. The feeling of Arjun wrapped around him, hot and tight, the controlled strength beneath him yielding... it sparked something unfamiliar, a fierce protectiveness mingling with the blinding lust. This wasn't just a fuck anymore. It felt... claimed.
He pulled back slowly, the drag exquisite torture on his sensitive cock, then slammed forward again, setting a deep, powerful rhythm. Each thrust drove a punched-out gasp from Arjun, each withdrawal drew a low groan. Bjorn fucked him with relentless, muscular drives of his hips, his huge frame pistoning, the bench creaking under the force. Arjun wrapped his powerful legs around Bjorn’s waist, heels digging into the swell of his glutes, pulling him impossibly deeper, meeting each thrust with a roll of his hips. Their sweat mingled, bodies slapping together with wet, rhythmic impacts that echoed in the cavernous gym.
"Yeah... fuck... like that, Viking..." Arjun moaned, his voice thick, one hand clawing at the bench pad, the other wrapping around the base of his own neglected, monstrous cock, slicking it with pre-cum. "Harder... fuck me harder..." His demand was undercut by a gasp as Bjorn angled his next thrust, grinding deep, the thick head of his cock finding a spot that made Arjun see stars. "FUCK! THERE! Right fucking THERE!"
Bjorn growled, a primal sound of satisfaction, and focused his brutal rhythm on that spot, pounding into Arjun with deep, grinding strokes that shook the bench. He watched Arjun unravel beneath him – the clenched jaw, the fluttering eyelids, the desperate grip on his own cock – and felt a surge of possessiveness so intense it stole his breath. This powerful, arrogant man was coming apart under him, because of him. He leaned down, capturing Arjun’s mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss, swallowing his moans. It was wet, messy, teeth clashing, tongues battling, a raw exchange of breath and need that obliterated everything else.
Javier stumbled closer, unable to resist. His own cock ached. He reached out a trembling hand towards Arjun’s thickly veined shaft, desperate to touch. "Shit... let me... just..."
Bjorn broke the kiss with a possessive snarl, his arm shooting out to block Javier’s approach, his eyes never leaving Arjun’s glazed ones. "Mine," he growled, the single word thick with meaning. "This... He's mine right now. Touch him and I’ll break your fucking hand." He emphasized his claim with a particularly deep, grinding thrust that forced a ragged cry from Arjun’s throat. Arjun met Bjorn’s gaze, a flicker of surprise, then something like fierce satisfaction flashing in his dark eyes before they rolled back in pure sensation. He didn’t protest Bjorn’s claim; his tightening channel and the ragged gasp were answer enough. The possessiveness, the unexpected ferocity of Bjorn’s defense... it resonated deeper than the physical stretch, feeding a hunger Arjun hadn't known he possessed.