Apollo had been practicing most of the morning, when he stopped to rest and eat some of the lunch that had been prepared for the athletes. At 19, he was one of the younger wrestlers but his well defined, 5’9, 170 lb, smooth, muscular build made him one of the team favorites. He had also won a number of recent contests which was making him a favorite of many of his fellow Thebans. His dark, silken, black hair hung to his shoulders and his smile displayed a perfect set of shining white teeth. In his toga, he cut a handsome figure and naked for the matches offered the chance to view a perfectly sculptured body, including a package that caught everyone’s eye. But Apollo was an excellent wrestler, willing to take on almost anyone. After taking time to eat and rest, he returned to the practice preparing for the contest that would take place tomorrow with the team visiting from Sparta. Thebes’ team had not won in the last seven meets and Apollo and his teammates were determined to change that.

The next morning, the team from Sparta arrived and soon, the gossip spoke of a large warrior that was part of the team. His name was Achilles and at 6’5, 250lbs, his muscular body stood out among his teammates. Sparta’s team was filled with large muscular wrestlers, but that was expected from the city of warriors. The matches began and Thebes’ warriors tried to hold their own. The wrestling was intense and naked, muscular bodies had gone up against each other trying to see who would make the other submit first. Apollo had been chosen to face Achilles and as he watched the matches, he took time to try to work out his strategy for taking on the larger man. He had no fear of Achilles and felt that his speed and agility would serve him well. As the time drew near for their match, Apollo stretched and loosened up, warming up his body so that it would be ready for his match. Soon, the signal was given, and Apollo stripped down and moved to the arena. The crowd from Thebes wildly proclaimed the young warrior but grew silent as the visiting Spartan’s cheered the massive Achilles as he made his way to the arena. His naked body showed off his bulging thighs and guns as well as his large balls and cock.

The signal was given and Achilles came out fast at Apollo, who barely managed to dart out of his way, causing him to stagger forward grabbing at the air. As he turned around, Achilles again rushed him, but this time, Apollo dove through his legs and coming up behind him delivered several kicks to his butt. The crowd laughed but Achilles was not amused. He lurched at Apollo who sidestepped him and in the process of doing so, put out his foot tripping the larger man. Achilles went to his knees and Apollo was quickly on him, kicking him until he went face first to the ground. Apollo applied a dbl cross over leg lock, and as he leaned forwarded on the big man’s legs, managed to grab his chin cupping it in his hands and pulling it back, so that he had a combo camel clutch and dbl leg lock applied. Achilles screamed in pain and tried to pry the smaller man’s hands off his chin. But Apollo was strong and he jerked the big man’s head back hard, bending his legs forward harder causing Achilles to scream out in pain. Achilles struggled to break free and finally using his power, he was able to force Apollo to release the hold.

As he tried to get to his feet, Apollo was on him with continuous arm smashes to his back until he was forced back to the ground. As he lay there, Apollo came down on his prone back with hard leg smashes and elbow drops. Then he grabbed Achilles and twisting him around and back over, he clamped on a high, tight boston crab, bending the big man in half. Again, Achilles screams could be heard all over the arena as he pounded the sandy area with his fists. He tried powering up but Apollo bounced up and down on his naked butt forcing him back to the ground. He bent him back further almost bringing the big man’s legs back to his head. Achilles screamed but refused to submit. He again tried to power up and this time was able to force a break in the hold. As he tried to get up, Apollo was on him again, pounding him back to the ground with arm and leg smashes to his lower back. Once down, this time Apollo clamped his legs around his head in a fig 4 headlock and grabbing hold oh his right foot, flexed and put all his strength into putting Achilles out. Achilles struggled to break free but the Theban’s legs were solid and strong. Achilles arms flailed as he gasped for breath. His face reddened as he struggled to pry Apollo’s legs off his neck. He knew he had to act quickly or he would pass out. Reaching around, he grabbed sand in his hand and managed to throw it back getting it directly into an unsuspecting Apollo’s eyes.

Almost immediately, Apollo released the hold and getting to his feet, he struggled to clear his eyes. Achilles slowly got up and stretching out his back, he moved toward Apollo. As he got to him, he grabbed his right wrist and lifting his arm, he began laying into his ribs, with vicious uppercut after vicious uppercut, sometimes lifting Apollo off of his feet by the force of his blows. No longer able to stand, Apollo went to one knee, his chiseled abs heaving hard as they tried to take in air. Grabbing his hair, Achilles jerked Apollo back to his feet and grasping his neck, he lifted him high into the air. He kept him dangling there for several minutes as Apollo choked and struggled to pry his hands from his neck. Then Achilles smashed the sculpted body into the ground in a vicious choke slam. The young Theban rolled over his back arching, one hand to his back as he pounded the ground with the other. Achilles came at him and measuring him, came down with a series of hard knee drops to his lower back. He then reached down and pulling him up, clamped his hands around the back of his neck as he applied a full nelson. For a few minutes, he leaned into the hold forcing Apollo’s head forward as he bent him over. But then he straightened his body and lifted the shorter man up and off his feet, continuing the hold as he held the young Theban dangling in front of him. Soon, he began to swing him back and forth, and then all around, as Apollo screamed in pain. Stopping, Achilles dropped the young Theban to the ground and almost immediately began delivering massive arm smashes to the naked body in front of him.

After a flurry of pounding arm smashes, he stopped to watch the twitching body in front of him. Reaching down, he pulled him up by his hair and jerking him around, he pulled him up on to his back, draping him over it in a hangman. Apollo dangled there, his naked body on display for all. His arms flailed as he tried to pry Achilles hands from his chin. The pain in his back surged through his body as Achilles leaned forward adding more pressure to the young stud’s back. Achilles walked around the arena, stomping the ground periodically, to add more pressure to the hold. Apollo was helpless and unable to break free, screaming as the pain surged through his body.

Suddenly Achilles dropped the young stud and walking around his prone body managed to deliver several well place stomps as Apollo tried to get up. He grabbed Apollo and pulling him to his feet bent him over, sticking his head between his huge thighs. Flexing, he began to crush the young stud’s head in his legs. Apollo screamed as he moved his body and arms in an effort to pry the large man’s legs apart. Achilles laughed at his struggle and soon bent over, slapping the young wrestler’s well formed, bare butt. Apollo screamed but was helplessly locked in his legs. Achilles continued to squeeze while at the same time, slapping his bare, bubble butt until it became crissom red. Tears formed in Apollo’s eyes, as much from the pain of his head being crushed as from the humiliation of having his butt spanked.

Before he knew what was happening, Achilles had released him and grabbing him, jerked Apollo up and into his arms in a vicious bearhug. As Apollo tried to scream, he felt Achilles guns clamping even tighter around his waist. Soon he was being shaken back and forth and up and down in Achilles 24” guns. Apollo screamed in pain and tried to pound the Spartan’s back but those blows seem to bounce of an iron body. Achilles increased the pressure of his hug each time he felt Apollo scream, and soon it seemed as if his body had been swallowed up by the huge guns. Achilles held the young stud head high over his right shoulder, squeezing him with both his ceps and pecs. He stomped around the arena as Apollo flailed in his grasp. He slowly tightened his grip, his muscles rippling like a python each time his prey exhaled. His biceps cinched around Apollo’s mid section, he continued to crush his victim until Apollo could take it no longer. He screamed out his submission begging to be let go. But Achilles continued to crush him until the cries of submission grew weaker and the young Apollo went completely limp in his arms. Then with one final crush, he dropped the young Theban in front of him and lifted his arms in victory. Again, the city of Sparta and her warriors had proved too much for the men of Thebes.