Feeling a surge of bravado from his enhanced junk, as well as the usual male testosterone welling up, Rayne puffed up his chest and stood right in the Bull's space. "Well then...let's take it to the mats," he growled, his arms and chest giving a flex. "See who comes out on top."
"Hah! Gonna be an easy quick cocksnack," the Bull snorted, cracking his knuckles as the two stepped out of the locker room and into the large gym-like area called the Practice Area.
Talking positions on the sparring mats, Rayne and the Bull slid off their speedos, letting their junk hang free. A few other competitors looked over in mild interested, but their workout was one of many across the huge area. The pair circled one another in a ready stance before some imaginary bell went 'ding!', and they began to grapple.
The Bull was strong indeed; Rayne could feel the power rippling behind that bulky body as he slipped through a hold and went on the defensive. He dodged a broad swipe as he went in for a quick leg hold, trying to through the bigger guy off balance. The Bull grunted, working his thick body side to side as his heavy cock swung dangerously close to Rayne's head, and the Shep had to duck away to avoid an easy push.
This dangerous dance of muscles, brawn and growling preds continued for a few minutes, before it became clear one had the upper hand...
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