Seaside Slammers

Fabio and Gabriel, also known as the Brazilian Bodyslammers, are at their coastal home in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.  One of the Muscle City Wrestling Federation's big events, Stud Slammer VI, is rapidly approaching, and Fabio has earned his right to battle Billy Bronx for the World Middleweight Championship title and belt!

Gabriel has been helping his identical twin train for the big title fight.  And on that sunny, warm day, the two step into the ring to get one more practice match in before their flight to Muscle City.

Zeus vs Hades (Alternate Outcome)

Here's Zeus vs Hades, an image set of Zeus, the father and king of gods and men, doing battle with Hades, god of the underworld.  Furious that Hades has taken and married Persephone, Zeus has challenged the dark god to a wrestling match for her return to Olympus.

Hades accepts... on one condition.  The winner will lay claim to the loser's hole.  And for Zeus, would be his first time on bottom...

This story is an alternate outcome of the original fight here.

Zeus vs Hades

Here's Zeus vs Hades, an image set of Zeus, the father and king of gods and men, doing battle with Hades, god of the underworld.  Furious that Hades has taken and married Persephone, Zeus has challenged the dark god to a wrestling match for her return to Olympus.

Hades accepts... on one condition.  The winner will lay claim to the loser's hole.  And for Zeus, would be his first time on bottom...

Hercules vs Ares

This is Hercules vs Ares, a continuation of the image set Ares in Olympus and a semi-remake of a very, very old story of mine with the same theme.

Theme warning in advance: Herc and Ares are half-brothers. But then again, this story doesn't come close to the kinds of wild adventures the Greek gods got up to. With that all said, it's only a story -- and has some good wrestling action that can be enjoyed on its own!

Bickering and constantly at one another's throats, Ares has had enough and challenges Hercules to a wrestling match. With Zeus presiding and as witness, they'll wrestle to settle their differences once and for all!

He who surrenders in the ring to his master will become slave for ten years and a day and must obey him in all things. The battle of these hot-blooded Olympians begins!

Ares in Olympus

Super Street Slam Masters

Super Street Fighter II meets Saturday Night Slam Masters in this little fight between brothers Guile and Gunloc on the military muscleman's home turf!  I finally got this one done, and although it was very different from what I'm used to, it was quite a lot of fun!

I spent the majority of modeling time recreating Guile's airbase stage into 3D.  I ended up implementing some sprites from the game to give it a more familiar feel.

Instead of giving them sprites, I translated Guile's Sonic Boom and Flash Kick effects into stylized flares to make them look like they belong.  It was a strange balancing act between 2D sprites, 3D modeling, and updated effects.  Hopefully it all meshes well together.

And yes, at the last minute, I was able to update the crates to break into boards!  Mwahahahah!

Anyway, I'll let you get right in to it.  I hope you guys enjoy this tale of two brothers rumbling on the street and getting it on fighter-versus-wrestler style!

Oh, and I added a fun treat at the very end for fans of Super Street Fighter II.  It was a nice way to wind down from the craziness of all the rendering and post-work!

Eternian Wrestling League Promo Poster

I was looking at some old professional wrestling promotional posters recently.  There's one of Hulk Hogan waving the American flag that reminds me a lot of the covers of old wrestling games I used to play (and still do!).  And the first WrestleMania promo with him and Mr. T is just awesome.  But as I went through a bunch of them, I couldn't help but notice how hokey and gaudy these used to be.  So, of course, I wanted to make my own!

This one stars He-Man and his beefy daddy, King Randor.  They're in the ring facing Skeletor and He-Man's strangely-colored doppelganger, Faker.  Our heroes here are the current tag team champions of the Eternian Wrestling League and have agreed to lay their titles on the line for this loser-gets-fucked match.  They named their group The Royal Pains (funny, huh?), while the two blue-hued bad guys have come together as The Dark Duo.

I'd like to think that King Randor would be cool enough to take his crown off, put a thong over his big prince-maker, and join He-Man in the squared circle to wrestle the villains that regularly threaten their kingdom.

Man, this poster is incredibly silly and flamboyant.  But even though I won't be making it into an actual story (at least not in the foreseeable future), I enjoyed putting it together for you guys.

...But wait!  The Eternian Wrestling League has just issued a statement on the aftermath of the match!  It appears that He-Man and King Randor have been defeated and stripped of their tag team championship titles!  The statement reads as follows:

The Royal Pains were defeated earlier this evening in what can only be described as an incredible upset!  Fans were shocked to witness He-Man, hero of Eternia, surrender in Skeletor's bone-crushing bearhug!  King Randor, caught in Faker's brutal camel clutch, was utterly powerless to prevent his partner's submission!

The victorious villain cackled madly as he slid his erection into He-Man's beaten backside!  One League cameraman described the hero's expression as, "first shock, then grim acceptance"!  Fans sat stunned as they watched the spectacle unfold!

King Randor was put through the humiliation of having to lick clean the sweat from between Faker's toned buttocks.  His highness appeared visibly shaken throughout the ordeal, but several fans noted that the king's mighty maleness hardened and leaked during the task!

An exhausted He-Man and King Randor were carried off by Beast Man and Tri-Klops; neither wrestler has been seen since tonight's remarkable upset!  General Duncan of the Royal Palace refused requests for an interview, but did state that he was "disappointed" with He-Man's performance and "devastated" by the outcome.

The Eternian Wrestling League will keep its fans up to date when and if Skeletor and Faker decide to release the former tag team champions!

That evil Skeletor!  Who knows what he and the other villains will do to He-Man and King Randor!

Reality Render Test 3

Based on an idea requested by Barbaric Brawn visitor, Hercfetish, I had Ares apply a full nelson on Hercules.  I thought this would be a nice opportunity for some good-old-fashioned dirty fighting, so I put Sergios in to work Hercules over.

And at the last minute, I decided to make this another Reality test, so I took a bit of time making sure it looked right before I rendered them.  Normally, my renders take about 30-90 seconds each.  Both of these separately took two hours before they were processed enough to be presentable.

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Thoroughly drained and with a belly full of fresh semen, Hercules sat in the middle of the wrestling ring and contemplated his loss.  Now that the high of orgasm had left him, reality began to set in.  His life would be forever changed.  Ares now controlled him.

Ares knelt behind his brother and embraced him.  He placed his firm hand upon Hercules' shoulder and slowly rubbed the sore muscles within.

"Come on, Hercules," he spoke in a way that instantly lifted the demigod's mood.  "Let's get cleaned up.  After I 'train' you a bit more, I want a rematch," he added with a sly voice.  Both males' cocks stirred at the thought of a rematch.  And although Hercules knew in his gut that he would only get pulverized again, he couldn't wait to hear the sound of the bell and struggle against Ares' might once again.

Hercules learned his place that day, and he would never again question his master's wishes.  As reward, the war god would allow Hercules to continue to fight to protect the humans of the world, but only when it didn't clash with his plans.

Zeus, upon finding out of his sons' newly-established relationship, was shocked at first, but eventually accepted it and recognized the outcome of the wrestling match as true and just.  Hercules seemed happy, and with the demigod's strength and stamina to keep him sated with sex, Ares, too, seemed more content and less prone to instigate reckless war on the earth.

The End

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Ares took his time in claiming his prize of the loser's body.  His thrusts were deliberate in building up both Olympians' sexual tension.  When they neared the edge of orgasm, he slowed his speed until he and Hercules were in no danger of cumming too early.

Hercules, as a result, was driven wild.  He eagerly pushed back to meet his big brother's groin.  His tunnels squeezed down around Ares' sword, urging the dominant male to continue.

Ares gripped Hercules' meaty hips and drilled his godhood deep inside the demigod's hot, accommodating butt.  He slapped those large, toned globes roughly and decided to ravage that hole with everything he was worth.  He wanted Hercules to forever remember that moment.  And Hercules would.

Finally, as all males must eventually do, Ares felt the need to cum.  He grunted loudly and commanded, "Cum with me, little bro!"

Hercules cried out in white hot lust and declared, "ARES...  I'M--!!"

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"YOU ARE FINALLY MINE!" Ares roared for all within Zeus' domain to hear.  "TAKE MY SEED, HERCULES!!"

His mighty cock bounced and gushed forth its heavy load of potent, masculine semen.  Hercules felt wave upon wave of his brother's seed pump into his body.  The godly cum absorbed into the demigod, forever marking him as Ares' slave.

Hercules' maleness throbbed and emptied its balls' worth of cum over the ring and down onto the world below!  He screamed in relief as he was finally granted permission to orgasm.  He'd feared that Ares would be a tyrannical master when he'd begun their fuck.  He felt gratitude toward Ares for allowing him a merciful climax.

The two Olympians remained as one as they enjoyed the end of their wrestling match.

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Ares forced Hercules onto his belly as he mounted him for their first time as master and slave.  The demigod collapsed under the weight of the musclebound god.  With a grunt and one well-aimed thrust, Ares' slick godhood slid inside Hercules' hole!

The demigod screamed in agony as his depths were skewered by the war god.  His hole clamped down around the girth of the hot invader, but could do little else except endure its assault.

Ares gave Hercules a small gesture of mercy: he allowed the demigod a little time to adjust to his massive cock.  Hercules groaned at the foreign feeling of being filled with his big brother's throbbing, leaking godhood.  He could feel Ares' hot breath on his sweaty back; the victor's almost musical grunts of arousal burned his ears and reminded him of who it was who had won the right to mount and penetrate.

The war god began a steady rhythm.  He started slow, only pulling out a couple of inches before thrusting back in again.  Every few moments, he would add a little more.  Soon, Hercules was moaning in total ecstasy as Ares deep-dicked his hole and pounded his prostate, fucking away the last remnants of his pride as a hero of the world below.

"Fuck, this hole is tight!" Ares grunted, his hips wildly thrusting and his cock plowing roughly at his prize.  "Ngh!  Take it, Hercules!  Feel me deep inside!!"

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Ares shoved Hercules onto the mat.  The demigod rolled with a groan and rested on his back.  Ares strutted over and dangled his erection over his little brother's mouth.  Hercules stared at its length and shuddered.  Ares placed the tip of his throbbing cock to Hercules' lips and pushed inside!

The god of war then performed a series of pushups, forcing his mammoth meat into the depths of Hercules' mouth with each descent.  The half-god's tongue and lips caressed and pleasured his master's bulbous cockhead.

Ares' grunts and growls of exertion were laced with moans of ecstasy as he exercised and received fellatio at the same time.

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Hercules struggled to control his trembling as he presented his butt to Ares.  His hole puckered and quivered as the god of war stared hungrily at it.

Suddenly, he felt his big brother's saliva-coated fingers gently stroke his entrance.  He let out a low moan of arousal, prompting Ares to chuckle.

"So fucking hot...  Yeah..." Ares hissed lewdly.  "You know how long I've been dreaming about this, Hercules?"

As Ares' first two fingers slithered their way into his soft, warm insides, Hercules suddenly realized why it was Ares had always antagonized him.  It was to bring him to his knees and destroy his pride with sexual surrender.  And now he'd finally done it.  Ares had won.

"This tight hole is all mine," Ares continued.  "You are all mine..."

Hercules clenched his teeth and moaned in frustration as Ares took his time in preparing him to fuck.  Ares opened and rotated his fingers, causing Hercules' entrance to stretch and loosen.  As he pulled them back out, the defeated Olympian's hole sucked on them, not wanting to let them go.

He was ready, Ares thought with a smirk.  Hercules was ready to be bred.

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Ares placed his meaty thighs around Hercules' head and rested his heavy balls upon the demigod's mouth.  He felt Hercules' hot breath blow over the taut skin, turning him on even more.

Hercules breathed the unique scent of his brother.  It was sweet and rich with a hint of his earthy sweat.  It reminded him vaguely of ambrosia and nectar.

"Lick those big balls clean, loser!" Ares suddenly commanded.  Hercules instantly complied, placing his hot, wet tongue upon the skin between the two male orbs.  "That's right.  Get 'em nice and clean for me...  Auuuughh yeah..."

Hercules went to work bathing the balls of the god of war with his tongue.  He paid careful attention to treat this producer of life with the utmost care and respect.

Ares chuckled and patted Hercules' pecs roughly, giving the nipples squeezes and tugs.  He was a bit surprised at how easily his little brother took to being his bitch.  He regretted not taking him down sooner.

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Ares dragged Hercules over to a corner and slung him back-first into one of the solid stone turnbuckles.  Hercules moaned at the harsh treatment, but didn't dare complain.  Ares slung the demigod's arms over the middle 'ropes' to stabilize his position.

Before Hercules realized what was about to happen, Ares' beefy muscle butt was pushed into his face!  The god of war laughed heartily as he ground his godly butt back against a shocked Hercules.

As if relayed through their brotherly bond, Hercules knew what Ares wanted, and he began to lick the god's tight hole.  His hot breath huffed against the pink, manly hole -- the very hole that he'd badly wanted to fuck had he won the fight.  But the fates had decided otherwise.

Ares ground his hips slowly, backside pressed firmly to Hercules' face, forcing the demigod's head to roll in every direction as he received tribute from the loser's tongue.

Despite the terrible humiliation he was forced to endure, Hercules' cock remained as hard as steel.  It jutted outward, aching for release.

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Ares bounced his pecs and grunted arrogantly as he strutted around the heavenly wrestling ring.  Hercules remained where he lay, wanting only to rest and forget this horrible day.  Why did he challenge Ares to wrestling?  He groaned at his stupidity.  Of course he was no match for his elder brother -- a fully-fledged god.  His pride and arrogance at his feats of heroism on the world below had not only clouded his judgment, it had cost him everything.

The hot, sweat-slicked weight of the god of war's toned torso soon pressed firmly against his own, snapping him from his painful daydream.  Ares had him pinned to the mat!

Both wrestlers heard and felt a loud, booming POUND from somewhere below the ring.  Hercules realized what that drum was for.  On the third count, he would lose the match!

"Now be good and lay still for me!" Ares chuckled.  "Big bro's got this!"

Hercules accepted the fact that he was finished.  Like a jobber from many, many centuries in the future, he merely lay there and moaned.  A second POUND, louder than the first, sounded from below.  It shook the ring with its fury.

Finally, with the third POUND, Ares was victorious!  A series of loud dings from the magical bell rang, signalling the end of the match!

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ARES WINS!

The god of war stood over his defeated brother, Hercules, and struck a victorious pose.  His cock quickly grew hard and bounced in excitement for what was to come.

Ares' already gargantuan ego swelled even higher with his defeat of the arrogant, half-blooded Hercules.  Finally, the quarrel that both brothers held for so many years was put to rest, and Ares would assume his rightful place as master of the demigod.

Hercules lay in bitter defeat below the one who had fairly and justly conquered him.  He dared to look up only once; he watched as Ares soaked up every moment of his victory with a show of his most muscular poses.

Hercules then caught sight of Ares' throbbing cock.  His hole suddenly quivered in anticipation, as though it knew what that monstrous male sword would soon do to it.  He couldn't explain why at the time, but the thought of serving his superior brother turned him on immensely.  The godling's cock grew and hardened as evidence of his arousal.

It was time to pay for the price of his failure and take his place as slave to this dominant being of masculinity and strength.  He belonged to Ares now.

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Ares scooped Hercules' bulky weight into his arms and lifted him high overhead.  Hercules' sore and tired limbs dangled under him as he lay in the grasp of the god of war's mighty hands.

"Ares... No...  No more..." the demigod moaned in surrender.  It destroyed his pride as a man to beg his opponent for mercy, but he couldn't struggle any longer against such power.

But Ares had no mercy for Hercules that day.  "No way, baby bro!" he grunted.  "You had your chance to bow down!  Now I'm gonna finish you off!"

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Ares squatted low and used his godly legs to leap high into the air!  He turned Hercules upside down and quickly positioned him for a reverse piledriver!

To Hercules, time seemed to go in slow motion as Ares wrapped his arms around his torso in an unbreakable hold.  He began to feel strangely intoxicated by the heat that emanated from his opponent's body.  Ares' heavy, sweaty balls and the base of his thick, masculine cock rubbed against his face, causing his own to swell and stir as it pressed against Ares'.

The half-god clung to Ares' body as they descended together to the mat below...

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CRUNCH!!

Hercules' head, nestled snugly between his big brother's thighs, was rocked by the impact!  His limbs and body went limp.  Ares held onto Hercules' lower back, keeping steady for a little longer.

Finally, Ares let him go.  The weary demigod collapsed to the mat with a deep longing for rest.  He lay still and prayed to Zeus that this ordeal was finally over...

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Ares dropped to the ground and quickly knocked Hercules off balance with a leg sweep.  The demigod toppled to the ground with a grunt!

"Yeah..." Ares moaned lowly.  He felt a stir in his loins as he stood and jumped into the air.

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"Taking you down!" Ares roared!

He came down hard upon his little brother's beefy chest, slamming his elbow into the mountainous pectorals the demigod had spent years building and perfecting.  The god of war's arm felt like a blunt mace of steel pulverizing his muscles.

Hercules grunted and cried out in pain.  Ares, knowing that Hercules wouldn't be able to put up a fight, took a moment to breathe.  He ran his hands over Hercules' hard chest and abs and admired what the Olympian half of him was able to accomplish on the world below.

Ares stood and scooped up the sweat that poured from his torso.  With a crude flick of his wrist, he sent his hot, godly sweat flying onto Hercules' downed body.  It was time to end this pitiful excuse for a wrestler, he considered.  It was time to show Hercules who ruled this ring.

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Ares placed his hands behind his head and exposed his hard, muscular chest and abdomen.  He sneered at Hercules and urged, "Come on, little bro!  Lemme feel that rage you have for me!"

Hercules wasted no time in taking advantage of the offer.  He slammed his fist as hard as he could into Ares' gut -- but the god didn't seem to feel a thing!

"Is that all?!" he laughed.  "An Athenian weakling strikes with more vigor!"

Again and again, a furious Hercules sent his fists into Ares' firm abs, but nothing he did would wipe the war god's cocky and confident smirk from his face.

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"YEAH!!" Ares gloated as Hercules stumbled around the ring, holding his throbbing head and moaning through the splitting pains.  "That's how it goes!  Come on, Hercules!  Don't quit on me now!"

Ares repeatedly swatted his opponent's sweat-laced bottom.  He grabbed the hero's dangling cock and gave it several rough squeezes and tugs.

Ares kept up these humiliations while he let his little bro recover.  He wanted Hercules to be alert for his defeat!  He wanted him to know without a doubt who the real stud was!