Rivalry Games: a history about size comparison

jpbeaubier

Legendary Member
Joined
Jun 30, 2009
Posts
172
Media
0
Likes
2,350
Points
498
Location
buenos aires
Sexuality
60% Gay, 40% Straight
Gender
Male
Joshua, a British multimillionaire heir, had allocated part of his family's money to create a video game company focused on stories of gay male characters. The company had been named by Joshua with a peculiar name, Massive Data. As many of his employees knew, Joshua had chosen the name “Massive” because that’s how he liked to refer to his own cock, 8 inches hard, which Joshua liked to flaunt.

Although he was attractive, Joshua was quite skinny, which made his cock appear even larger. The team Joshua trusted most with the work was divided between men who felt repulsed by his harassing and bullying manner and others who felt a strong devotion to his harshness and centralizing leadership. With very few exceptions, he recruited his employees much more for their looks than for their talent. His main fetish was for muscular men with bubble butts. For them, Joshua paid a salary far above the market rate. Most of them ended up in Joshua’s bed, driven by a mix of deference to the boss and a curious reaction of devotion to the thickness and length of his dick. Joshua had been accustomed to these reactions since he was very young.

His company had already developed two moderately successful games, Battle of Swords and Muscle Island, both a mix of action and RPG. But Joshua wanted a perfect game. “Alpha Showdown” had been in development for five years. Both the aesthetics and the storyline would be based on Final Fantasy, but with an engine that produced more realistic graphics, less inspired by anime. Joshua wanted a good story with muscular men, romance options, many cutscenes involving sex, and the possibility to play the story with minimal clothing (or even none).

At 34 years old, Joshua felt that Alpha Showdown would be the game to which he would dedicate all his energy. The protagonist would be based on himself, including his appearance. The graphics team was instructed to correct some "imperfections," making his face squarer and his body more muscular.

The story involved complex battles, travels to remote locations, and many side quests. The main character's mission was to recruit three companions in different places. Like the main character, two of these companions would be the ultimate representation of masculinity: leaders, strong, virile, capable. They would end up in bed with the protagonist, who would top all of them. The third would be a blonde twunk in his earlies 20’s. In addition to occasional sex with countless non-playable male characters, the protagonist could form stronger bonds with his three companions, turning them into his exclusive bottoms.
Joshua already had a solid idea for two of them: a muscular, furry red-haired pirate, the leader of a settlement in cities built between dunes and deserts; and a young paladin, a holy blonde young man with healing magic and passive abilities. His idea for the third character was still in development, and the team was complaining about the delay.

The inspiration for these two characters came from a couple he knew, Tom and Henry, and Joshua planned to persuade them to grant him the rights to picture them in the game. Tom was a muscular hairy man from Ireland, also his business partner, and Henry was his twunkboyfriend. They had a famous Instagram account called WolfAndBunny, where they posted couple pictures. Joshua saw them in those characters and was obsessed with the idea.

A rude and relentless boss, he had a reputation for overworking his employees and demanding more than they were accustomed to. He had been dissatisfied with the graphics of his first two games. But that was about to change as soon as Joshua laid eyes on the work of a Brazilian artist named Gustavo. At that point, the story of Joshua and his game would change forever.
 
At 35 years old, Gustavo had grown up in a richneighborhood in Rio de Janeiro. From a young age, he had shown a natural talent for the arts, particularly drawing and sculpting. This interest later led him to study classical painting techniques in Paris, where he developed a particular passion for how the ancient Greeks portrayed their gods and heroes.

He was fascinated by depictions of the male form, especially athletes and soldiers. While many other students chose to focus on landscapes and portraits, Gustavo sought out opportunities to observe and draw men engaged in strenuous activities, such as wrestling matches or shipbuilding. Through these observations, he developed a keen eye for detail regarding the musculature and movement patterns required for specific actions.

Gustavo was also a handsome man, an incredibly imposing figure, exuding a powerful and magnetic presence. His physique was the first thing that captured attention—massive, well-defined muscles rippled across his broad chest, shoulders, and arms. Every inch of his body seemed carved from stone, with a perfectly chiseled six-pack that suggests countless hours of dedication to fitness and diet. His light dark skin had a rich, warm tone reminiscent of deep bronze, highlighting the peaks and valleys of his muscular frame.

His sexual partners in Paris served as inspiration for many of his studies. He became a reference in the field, having painted an enviable collection of male butts that would make anyone struggle against an involuntary erection.

Immersed in his studies of ancient Greek art, the Brazilian artist ventured into the realm of sculpture with a profound commitment to preserving the aesthetic ideals of antiquity. His pieces, infused with a modern twist, ended up becoming an interesting blend of tradition and contemporary style. This was because his sculptures began to depict bodybuilders, modern superheroes, soccer players, and men in suits undressing. His art preserved the characteristics of Greek statues—highlighted muscles, defined abs, small penises, firm glutes—while portraying current activities and tastes.
Some years ago, driven by a desire to embody the very essence of his art, Gustavo made the transformative decision to sculpt his own body. His dedication to fitness became a disciplined pursuit. Therefore, the chisel he once used on stone found a new purpose, sculpting the sinewy lines and defined contours of his own physique.

There was something, however, that marked a very profound difference between the creator and his work. Greek art often depicted men with small manhood. This was considered a symbol of self-control, reason. In ancient Greek culture, large genitals were associated with barbarism, lack of discipline, excess. And Gustavo’s cock was not just large. It was extra-large. Immense. If someone thought they had already seen huge dicks, whether in person or in photos on the Internet, there would always be Gustavo to surprise them. For a man who defined himself sexually only as a top, Gustavo had the greatest of all attributes, even though some of his partners defined him as "too big to handle."
 
It was through a provocation from one of his bottoms, a 40-year-old Russian businessman, that Gustavo decided to sculpt a statue of a well-endowed man for the first time. The piece was called "Contemporary Man," and, except for the face, the statue was entirely based on the artist's own body.

It was a departure from his usual work, a bold deviation from the classical Greek forms he had studied so diligently. The statue was nearly complete, its marble surface smooth and gleaming, capturing every muscle, every curve of the male form with superb detail. But the most striking feature, the one that commanded attention above all else, was the size of the cock.

It was massive, almost absurdly so, far larger than anything Gustavo had ever seen in the classical sculptures that had inspired him. The sheer size of it seemed out of place in the context of the delicate, balanced proportions of Greek art. Yet, there it was, rendered with a precision and realism that left nothing to the imagination. The suggestion to mirror his own body had come from one of his usual partners, who had marveled at Gustavo’s natural endowment and urged him to capture it in stone. Gustavo had hesitated at first, unsure if such a depiction would be seen as vulgar or boastful. But as he worked, chisel in hand, he began to understand the power in this representation.

The result was strange to him. Aggressive, even intimidating. This wasn’t the refined, idealized masculinity of ancient Greece, where restraint and modesty were key. This was something else entirely, something raw and primal. The statue exuded a sense of dominance, its exaggerated manhood a symbol of maximum virility.

The Brazilian hunk stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow as he took in the full impact of his creation. The contrast between the statue’s elegant musculature and the overwhelming size of its cock was jarring, yet undeniably powerful. It was a statement, a break from tradition, a reflection of contemporary masculinity that embraced strength and sexuality in a way the ancients never had.

He ran his fingers over the marble, tracing the contours of the statue’s body, the powerful legs, the broad chest, and finally, the impossibly large cock. “It’s not delicate,” he murmured to himself, echoing his earlier thoughts. “But it’s… something else. Something powerful.” The statue, in its raw, unapologetic form, was a testament to the modern man. A man unafraid to own his strength, his desires, his physicality.
 
The muscular artist couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. It was deviant, yes, but it was also a declaration of the kind of masculinity he saw in himself and in the world around him. This wasn’t the delicate balance of classical art; it was a bold, aggressive assertion of male power, rendered in stone for all to see. He stood back from the statue, a mixture of awe and disbelief swirling in his mind. The manhood he had carved was almost grotesque in its size: thick, massive, and so out of proportion with the rest of the statue that it seemed almost unreal.

For a moment, he wondered if he had exaggerated, but the more he looked at it, the more he knew the truth: this was him, accurately represented in marble. Despite the compliments and remarks from other men over the years, it wasn’t until he saw his own cock reflected in the coldstone that he fully grasped the reality of his own size.

He took in every detail of the statue's anatomy, from the powerful thighs to the chiseled abs, but his gaze kept returning to the center, where the enormous cock hung like a declaration of dominance. It wasn’t just big. It was monstrous, the kind of thing that defied belief. The realization hit him with a force that left him almost breathless: he wasn’t just well-hung; he was the biggest. There was a sense of pride that began to swell within him, a deep, profound satisfaction in knowing that what he had sculpted was not some exaggerated fantasy but a true representation of his own body.

For a few moments, the black man simply stood there, admiring his work, his heart pounding with a strange mixture of pride and disbelief. Yet, as he continued to stare at the marble figure, another thought crept into his mind: a doubt, a concern about how others might perceive it. Would they think it was too much? Would they see it as an unrealistic, almost cartoonish portrayal of the male form? The last thing he wanted was for people to dismiss his work as a mere exaggeration.

With a sigh, Gustavo made a decision. He would scale it back, reduce the size of the manhood just enough to make it more believable, more in line with the expectations of those who would view it. He didn’t need to flaunt the full extent of his endowment; the power of the statue would still be there, even if it was slightly less imposing. It was a compromise, a subtle adjustment to make his art more accessible, but as he set to work refining the figure, Gustavo couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. Deep down, he knew he was tempering his own reality, making himself smaller for the sake of others.

Even so, Gustavo found the art perfect and submitted it to an exhibition that was to take place in Paris, celebrating male erotic art. It was immediately accepted and given a prominent place in one of the rooms. It became by far the most talked-about piece at the exhibition. This ended up catching the attention of Joshua, who was looking for an artist to redesign the characters for his video game, Alpha Showdown.
 
As Joshua strolled through the exhibits, his eyes were suddenly caught by an arresting sculpture: a hyper-realistic statue of a muscular black man naked. The statue's lifelike detail was mesmerizing, from the details of its eyes to the chiseled musculature of the man’s body. But what struck Joshua most was the statue’s unabashed display of masculinity: the cock was big, both in size and prominence, commanding attention in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Joshua found himself inching closer, examining the veins that ran along the statue's muscular arms, as if the figure might come to life at any moment. The sculptor had managed to capture not just the form but the essence of contemporary masculinity, a raw, almost primal confidence that seemed to radiate from the statue. The boldness of the piece, particularly its celebration of male virility, spoke directly to Joshua’s own ideas. He could tell that the artist behind this work was someone who understood the powerful blend of art and eroticism, someone whose vision aligned with his own.

Compelled to know more, Joshua knew he had to meet the mind responsible for this striking work, to understand the process, the inspiration, and perhaps even discuss future collaborations. When he asked the gallery curator who the artist was, he was introduced to Gustavo, a man whose appearance was as imposing and impressive as his art. Joshua, usually unshakable, found himself genuinely impressed, eager to engage with that Brazilian hunk in front of him.

“You’ve captured something primal here,” Joshua told the light dark-skinned man. Gustavo accepted the handshake with a confident nod.

Joshua’s mind was already racing with possibilities. “I’m working on a video game, something that’s going to redefine the genre. It’s centered around the concept of Alpha masculinity, and I need someone who can bring that vision to life in 3D. Your work has the exact aesthetic I’m looking for. How would you feel about joining my team to design the models and create the inspiration behind the characters?”

Gustavo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the offer. “A video game? That’s not something I’ve ever done before.”

“That’s precisely why I’m interested in you,” Joshua continued, his enthusiasm evident. “Your perspective is fresh, untainted by industry norms. I want these characters to stand out, to embody the same essence your sculpture does.”

Gustavo considered the proposition, sensing the opportunity to expand his artistic expression into a new medium. “It sounds like a challenge. But it’s one I’m willing to take on. I’ll need to see more of what you have in mind.”
“This piece,” Joshua continued, his tone casual yet probing, “it’s so realistic. Who was your model? Someone you found on the streets of Paris, or a professional?”

Gustavo smirked, a hint of pride in his expression as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “I didn’t have to look far for inspiration,” he replied, a glint in his eye. “This is me. Almost every detail.”

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Well, I look forward to seeing how this honesty translates into our project. I’ll set up a meeting with me in London. We’re going to create something extraordinary.”

Joshua had found Gustavo an irresistible man, exactly the kind of man he liked to dominate: strong, muscular, masculine. Upon confirming with the gallery owner that Gustavo also liked other men sexually, Joshua spent his days fantasizing about the moment Gustavo saw him naked, and how he would be mesmerized, as had happened so many times before.
Joshua's confidence surged as he thought about the many muscular men who had been awestruck by him once they saw his cock size.

He recalled the time with Eric, his brother Landon’s athletic friend. Then there was onebodybuilder, a mountain of muscle, who had been reduced to a stunned silence. And Pablo, the Spanish stuntman, who had been visibly shaken after their encounter. Each time, Joshua had relished in the power he held over these men, their egos crushed by his undeniable size. Based on the statue, Joshua knew he was bigger than Gustavo.
 
A week later, Joshua would welcome Gustavo to his officein London. First class, accommodation in the best hotel, Joshua was doing everything to impress and demonstrate power.

Gustavo made his way to Joshua's office with a sense of quiet confidence. He wore a fitted navy suit that accentuated every inch of his broad shoulders and muscled chest, the fabric hugging his biceps and tapering down to his narrow waist. His presence commanded attention, his natural charisma amplified by the aura of power he exuded.

As Gustavo entered the sleek, modern office, Joshua looked up from his desk. For a moment, he was caught off guard, unable to hide the flicker of surprise in his eyes. Gustavo’s physique was even more imposing in person, and Joshua felt a subtle thrill run through him. He had always had a weakness for muscular men, and here was Gustavo, standing before him like a living sculpture.

"So," Joshua began, leaning forward slightly, his tone professional yet with an undercurrent of admiration he couldn’t quite hide, "I’ve seen your work, and I’m incredibly impressed. But I want to hear from you.”

As their conversation progressed, Joshua leaned back in his chair, a sly smile forming on his lips as he steered the discussion in a more specific direction. "Gustavo, your statue was… impressive, to say the least. The attention to detail, especially when it comes to the male anatomy, is extraordinary. I’m curious—do you have experience in depicting, shall we say, more generously endowed figures beyond that particular piece?"

Gustavo caught the slight hint in Joshua’s tone.

"You certainly have a talent for this," Joshua remarked, his voice low and almost teasing as he glanced up at Gustavo. "It’s rare to find an artist who can balance such realism with idealized forms so well. And, well, let’s just say that the subject matter is… personally relevant to me."

“What do you mean exactly?” Gustavo asked him.

The air between them was thick with a mix of tension and curiosity as Joshua began to explain the concept behind his latest video game project, Alpha Showdown.

“This game is something special,” Joshua started, his voice dripping with self-assurance. “It’s a story-driven RPG, but it’s also a celebration of masculine power and dominance. The protagonist… well, he’s based on me,” he said with a slight chuckle, clearly enjoying the opportunity to brag. “He’s the ultimate alpha: mentally sharp, and of course, incredibly well-hung.”

Joshua paused, letting the words hang in the air, his eyes narrowing as he tried to gauge Gustavo’s reaction. “You see, the men in this game, my character included, aren’t just big in a figurative sense. I’m talking about really big, in every possible way. I want the game to capture that… presence, that undeniable sense of power that comes with being both well-endowed and dominant. Something that only someone with experience can truly appreciate.”

Gustavo listened intently, his expression remaining neutral, though his sharp eyes betrayed a flicker of interest. Joshua continued, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve had my share of admirers, men who couldn’t handle what I bring to the table. But I need to know, Gustavo… can you capture something truly big in your art? Can you do justice to someone like me?”

Gustavo tilted his head slightly, considering Joshua’s words before responding. “I’ve sculpted many forms, each unique in its own way,” he began, his voice smooth and composed. “Size is one thing, but if you want me to capture something truly big, it’s not just about the physical size. It’s about conveying the weight of that presence, the way it commands a room. That’s where the real challenge lies.”
Joshua’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased with Gustavo’s understanding. “Exactly,” he said, his tone almost conspiratorial. “And let me tell you, what I’ve got isn’t just big. It’s unforgettable. If you can bring that to life, this game will be a masterpiece.”
 
Gustavo nodded slowly, his eyes meeting Joshua’s with a hint of amusement. “I’m sure I can capture what you’re looking for. The question is, are you ready for the truth that the art might reveal?”

Joshua continued, holding Gustavo's gaze, searching for a reaction, a sign that he was in control of the room. Then, like a known choreography, he started doing what he always did to intimidate. Opening his shirt, he exposed his toned abdomen. He imagined the moment when Gustavo, like all others, would realize that no amount of muscle could compensate for what Joshua had between his legs. It was a game Joshua was used to winning, and he was eager to see Gustavo's reaction.

He stood up slowly, peeling the fabric from his shoulders before turning his attention to his belt. He was skinny, but attractive, elegant. Without a word, Joshua unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the silence between them. He could feel the anticipation building, his confidence surging as he undid his pants and slid them down his legs, stepping out of them with practiced ease.

Finally, clad only in a pair of black briefs, Joshua paused, letting the moment stretch. Then, with a single swift motion, he pulled them down, revealing himself completely. His large manhood, already half-hard from the anticipation, slapped onto the table with a heavy thud, a physical manifestation of his overconfidence. The sound was almost too loud in the stillness of the room, and Joshua stood there, hands on his hips, looking down at Gustavo with a look of sheer pride.

"Well," Joshua drawled, his voice thick with arrogance. "What do you think? Impressive, isn’t it? I thought you might appreciate the real thing. Maybe draw inspiration from it.”
Gustavo’s expression remained carefully neutral, though a faint, almost amused smile played at the corners of his lips. He took in the sight before him, his artist's eye briefly analyzing the scene. The overconfidence radiating off Joshua was almost palpable, his entire posture one of a man who believed he had already won whatever unspoken competition he thought he was in.

But then, with a calm, almost casual motion, Gustavo stood up, his own imposing frame towering over Joshua’s. Gustavo walked around the table, positioning himself next to Joshua. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "You’ve got confidence, I’ll give you that," Gustavo said, his tone even, though there was an undercurrent of something more, something Joshua couldn’t quite place. "But tell me, Joshua… are you sure you want to play this game with me?"

Joshua’s smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as Gustavo reached for the waistband of his own pants. With a smooth, unhurried motion, Gustavo undid his belt, sliding it free and letting it drop to the floor. He followed it with his pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them. When he finally pulled down his briefs, what Joshua saw left him momentarily speechless.

Gustavo's manhood, soft and hanging heavily between his legs, was undeniably larger than Joshua’s, even at rest. The sheer size of it was something that Joshua had never encountered before, and the thud it made as it dropped onto the table was even louder than his own. Joshua’s eyes widened, his earlier arrogance evaporating in an instant as he stared at the undeniable evidence in front of him.

Joshua, for the first time in years, found himself at a loss for words. The situation had flipped completely, leaving him disoriented and unsure of how to proceed. Joshua stood there, naked and exposed in more ways than one. The confident, almost predatory gleam in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability that he hadn’t felt in his lifetime. It was Gustavo who broke the silence. “I know how to capture… size and strength. But I think you’ve already noticed that.”
 
What Joshua discovered that day was that next to Gustavo’s XXXL cock, even the impressive seemed ordinary. The stark contrast was undeniable. Joshua, always confident in his own size, felt something crack inside him as he took in the sheer enormity of Gustavo’s black anaconda. It was beyond anything Joshua had ever seen. Thicker, longer, and more intimidating than anything he could have imagined. For the first time, Joshua felt a pang of genuine inferiority.

Something shifted in Joshua’s mind. He suddenly saw Gustavo not as a rival, but as a source of inspiration, a living embodiment of the third character he had been struggling to create for his game. The defeat was undeniable, but instead of anger or jealousy, Joshua felt a strange sense of reverence. This man, this monumental presence, was the missing piece he needed.

Joshua’s arrogance melted away, replaced by a desperate need to secure Gustavo’s talent. His usual confidence faltered as he looked up at Gustavo, his voice trembling with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “Gustavo,” Joshua began, his tone softer, almost pleading, “I need you. You’re the key to something I’ve been trying to create for so long. Please, accept the job offer. I’m begging you. The company needs you. I need you.”

Gustavo remained composed, a quiet confidence radiating from him as he slowly reached down. With deliberate, almost languid movements, he began putting his monsterback into his pants. Every motion was measured, intentional, as if he were giving Joshua ample time to take in what he had just witnessed. Gustavo’s eyes never left Joshua’s as he zipped up his trousers, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“I’ll think about it,” Gustavo said, his tone firm yet relaxed. It wasn’t a dismissal, but neither was it an immediate acceptance. It was a statement that left Joshua hanging, uncertain, and perhaps even more desperate.

In the world of Alpha Showdown, where only the strongest could rise to the top, Joshua had always seen himself as the main character—the one others aspired to defeat but never could. But now, it was as if a new character had entered the game, one who could potentially upset the established order, one who might be the true alpha. Little did he know that the second phase would make things even more complicated. From soft to hard, the challenges could be even more thrilling. The rules of the game were changing, and Joshua wasn’t sure he liked the direction it was heading.


(To be continued)