Tenn muscle worship

18 year-old Alpha GLADIATOR
This young punk could not resist the lure of the ultimate masculine experience, the underground fighting arena where bodybuilders fight to-the-death for the entertainment of billionaires who gamble fortunes on exciting deathmatches. Yes, there is money for the victors, but the real glory comes when the bested fighter's thick chest is slammed with his opponent's blade. With one muscleman flexing as he is k!lled, the other bodybuilder flexes in proud victory, to the vulgar roar of the assembled elite audience. What a show! No wonder Gladiatorial Mortal Combat is the world's most enduring sport!

As for the punk muscleteen in the gold trunks... I believe he was thrilled to sn#ff a couple of magnificent-looking older and even bigger hunks than himself. He revelled in his victories, and was drunk on a notion of invincibility. Then, soon after, another spectacularly-built teen slammed a Buck knife into his flexed chest, and it was all over for the cocky young man. He was stunned to suddenly realize that he was as good as dead already. But his body was registering every sensation, and despite its finality, this experience was somehow wildly erotic. He stared down at his g0red chest, and felt only the erection pressing against the gold fabric of his trunks. He looked up into the beaming face of the man who'd driven the steel into his muscled torso, and he imagined that the new victor was probably even younger than himself. He was beautiful. They stood face-to-face, still, each flexing for the other in this powerfully-charged moment. "I am a man" he heard himself hoarsely say. Then he felt himself ejaculate in his shorts as he fell to his knees. Conscious that he still wanted his twitching corpse to be lusted-after, he let himself drop backwards onto his back, where, in fact his twitching body did hold the attention of many of the assembled gamblers. For a fee, they'd have their way with the fresh meat... while the new young champion would charge outrageous amounts of money for oligarchs to worship him.

Fantasy? Likely, yes... or is it accurately what became of this cocksure macho punk?