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In this episode, Lars is naked, Lars is cocky and Lars is in over his head!

I think i'll go with a bi-weekly update schedule for Father and Son. Just to keep from catching up to myself too fast.

As always, comments are good and I hope you enjoy this...lord knows you guys have been patient in waiting for it.", "writing": "Father And Son Episode Thirty-Six: Blazing Hot Cocky Action\n\n\"Hey, it's James here! Today's the day my boy's been training for! It's only the Semi-Finals, but the semi-finals are still a big fucking deal. I know Lars is excited, too...which is why I'm a bit on edge. Lars can be unbearably cocky some times, and with that hair trigger temper of his, I'm sure he'll start knocking heads if he's not careful...Gotta keep my eye on him...\"\n* * *\n\nLars slowly woke up \"Yaaaawn...Hmm?\" Lars felt around and realized that he was in bed alone. \"Dad?\" Lars sat up and looked around. \"Huh....he's not here...\" Lars jumped out of bed. \"Hey dad, you here!?\"\n\n\"I'm in the kitchen kid!\" James called from down the hall.\n\n\"Oh, okay!\" Not bothering to put on any clothes, Lars jogged down the hall to the kitchen. \"Hey da-...oh.\" Lars looked inside the kitchen and saw Omar and Darius sitting at the table.\n\n\"...So you just walk around the house like that?\" Omar rolled his eyes. \"You're a bad influence on this kid James, you know that?\"\n\n\"Err, hi...guys...\" Lars blushed brightly and slinked out of the kitchen. \"I'll be back in a second....\"\n\n\"Sorry about that guys...\" James facepalmed.\n\n\"Meh, it's okay...\" Darius shrugged. \"We get faces full of wang on a daily basis at the gym.\"\n\n\"Yeah, at least this time it was an accident and not some hamfisted blowjob request.\" Omar chuckled a bit.\n\nLars slunk back in wearing sweatpants, blushing. \"Hey guys...\"\n\n\"Are you ready for today Lars?\" Darius smacked Lars on the back.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm feeling great today!\" Lars quickly got over his embarassment, pumped up by the excitement of the wrestling competition.\n\n\"Great!\" Omar nodded. \"The semi-finals are where a lot of players choke because they get cocky. Just stick to your guns, and you'll do fine!\"\n\n\"I'll be sure not to mess up.\" Lars nodded.\n\n\"Good.\" James smacked Lars on the stomach. \"Let's get some food into you, and then Darius is going to take you to school.\" James set a plate in front of Lars.\n\n\"Wow, this looks great!\" Lars looked at all the food set before him. \"How did you do this dad?\"\n\n\"I sorta looked at your cooking class notes.\" James smirked, blushng a bit. \"I didn't know fried eggs weren't supposed to be burned on the edges...\"\n\n\nIt was noon and Lars was in the gymnasium dressed in baggy black jogging pants and a baggy powder pink teeshirt, reading a cooking book from the sidelines while students filed in to watch the wresling match. Some of them were there to root on their school, some of them were there for the wrestling and still some were just there because it was an excuse to take the next two or three periods off.\n\n\"Look at this queer.\" Some hecklers from a rival school sat behind Lars. \"Whacha doin' here pinky? This is the section for the MEN, not the SISSIES.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you must be one of the loosers from this school. You're not from OUR school for sure.\" The second kid laughed at Lars.\n\n\"What year are you two?\" Lars asked without looking up from his cookbook.\n\n\"What's it to you? We're probably older than you, punk!\" The two flashed their ID's, which Lars could see out the corner of his eye were Junior class.\n\n\"Well then...\" Lars barely looked away from his book, dismissively acnowledgeing the two hecklers. \"I'm in a good mood, You just back up and mind your manners and I'll forget you were just talking to me like that.\"\n\n\"Heh, did you hear him?\" The first heckler chuckled. \"He's acting all tough!\"\n\n\"Give me a break! What ya gonna do Ice Queen? French tickle us to death!?\" The second bully let out an obnoxious chortle.\n\nLars let out a deep sigh, slammed his book closed and got to his feet.\n\n\"Whasamatter Fairy Queen!?\" The first bully laughed cockily. \"Gonna run away and tell your boyfriend?\"\n\n\"No...\" Lars tossed off his shirt, revealing his thick muscles. \"I'm going to show you two UNDERCLASSMEN not to fuck around with a superior!\" Lars cracked his knuckles.\n\n\"HOLY SHTI!\" The second bully jumped back in fright. \"He's ripped to hell and back!\"\n\n\"Who the hell are you!?\" The first bully cowered under Lars' frightfull apperance.\n\n\"I'm Larson Alexander. Senior student and wrestling team captain!\" Lars pumped up his muscles. \"And you two just made a BIG mistake in annoying me!\"\n\n\"Shit, I told you we shouldn't do shit like this at a different school man!\" The second bully scrunched down.\n\n\"Look, I'm sorry! Don't beat us up okay!?\" The first bully begged.\n\n\"Hey Lars!\" Darius called from across the gym. \"Stop showing off, you have to get changed!\"\n\n\"I'm coming Darius!\" Lars picked up his book and his shirt. \"You two got lucky today.\" Lars started to walk away, giving them an intimidating look. \"But I'll be WATCHING you while you're on my turf!\"\n\n\"Who were they?\" Darius pointed to the two students as Lars walked past.\n\n\"A couple fools trying to make trouble.\" Lars laughed. \"Heh, can you belive they called me \"Fairy Queen?\"\n\n\"The poor fools.\" Darius started to laugh with Lars. \"They would have been wearing dentures if I hadn't called you.\"\n\n\"You got that right!\" Lars pumped a fist. \"Maybe dad's right about me being too much of a brawler.\"\n\n\"Haha, nothing wrong with busting a few heads Lars.\" Darius smacked Lars on the back. \"Right now, you've got to focus on the matches.\"\n\n\"Are you kidding Daruis?\" Lars scoffed. \"Did you see the the \"Support\" that school has? We'll beat them like nothing.\"\n\n\"Don't get cocky Lars...\" Daruis gave Lars a stern look.\n\n\"Look Darius.\" Lars gave Darius a cocky look. \"If we loose this, then I'm giving you full authority to beat the cockiness out of me.\"\n\n\"...You're kidding, right?\" Darius shrugged.\n\n\"No, I'm not.\" Lars slapped Darius on the chest. \"You're a wonderful coach Darius, one of the best. I belive wholeheartedly that you've trained us to win. And if we loose...I want you to punish me for failing you...\"\n\n\"Lars....\" Darius was shocked by Lars' talk.\n\n\"Of course, you know I know I would never let somone as pumped as you beat on me, that'd be suicide.\" Lars chuckled, walking away confidently to get changed. \"So just sit back and watch us win this!\"\n\n\"...That kid...He's just too energetic...\" Darius smiled warmly. \"Hehe, that's my little bro!\"\n\n* * *\n\nLater on at the AlphaMuscle gym, Darius, Lars, Boucharde and some of the regulars were setting up the gym for a victory party.\n\n\"...I can't belive it...We curbstomped them!\" Darius was still awestruck by the match as he pushed the exercise machines out the way. \"Not a single loss...\"\n\n\"I told you Darius!\" Lars chuckled, hugging Darius. \"You taught us well!\"\n\n\"I saw on the Youtube about your victories!\" Boucharde was helping to set up tables. \"You are powerful and firece for being so small Lars!\"\n\n\"It wasn't just me, it was the whole team!\" Lars nodded excitedly. \"Those Tai-Chi manuvers Omar taught us really played into our win!\" Lars pumped his muscles. \"At this rate, we'll be UNSTOPABLE!\"\n\nDarius ruffed Lars' hair, laughing. \"What did I tell you about being cocky Lars? It's going to come back to bite you one day.\"\n\n\"When it does, I'll bite back!\" Lars flashed his teeth in a cocky smile. \"And then I'll promptly give it a death roll!\"\n\n\"Lars is just being cocky, yes?\" Boucharde shrugged at Darius. \"He is not intoxicated, yes?\"\n\n\"Oh he's drunk alright...\" Darius held Lars under his arm and gave him a noogie. \"Drunk on his own power!\"\n\n\"Haha, cut it out Darius!\" Lars laughed hard at Darius' horseplay.\n\n\"Our next match isn't until next month, so calm down all the bravado, okay?\" Darius continued digging into Lars' head.\n\n\"Fine, fine, I'll cool it!\" Lars finally broke free from Darus' grasp, fixing his hair.\n\n\"Hey, we have the food here!\" James and Omar stepped into the gym carrying boxes of pizza.\n\n\"Haha, we cleaned them out!\" Omar set the pizzas down on one of the tables. \"They thought we could make due with five, but I told them that that would only last about two minutes here, haha!\" Omar dusted off his hands. \"Okay guys, before we get started with this party, I want you all to gather around for a quick announcement!\"\n\n\"Hmm?\" Lars, Darius and Bouchard stepped over along with everyone else.\n\n\"Alright, I want to mention this before things get busy.\" Omar made sure everyone was listening. \"Starting this weekend, me and Darius will both be heading back to our hometown on personal buisness. I'm not sure how long we'll take, it may take all week.\" Omar continued. \"As you may have noticed, that will mean neither of us will be here to run the gym.\"\n\n\"So the gym is closed, right?\" One of the regulars asked. \"What about my training schedule?\"\n\n\"Shut up Phil, I didn't finish!\" Omar smirked at Phil. \"The gym will stay open in our absence thanks to our friend James here.\" Omar smacked James on the chest. \"He and his son Lars, as you may know, have been helping me and Darius out a lot behind the scenes, and he humbly accepted my request for him to take control of the gym while me and Darius are gone.\"\n\n\"Woooow! You're in charge of the gym dad?\" Lars' eyes sparked with awe.\n\n\"Well, once they leave, yes...\" James shrugged.\n\n\"If you have any questions or problems, bring them to James and he'll help you out.\" Omar patted James on the shoulder. \"Belive you me, this man is a miricle worker!\" Omar smild widely. \"This man and his son are close family to me, and I trust him onehundred percent!\"\n\n\"Sheesh, Omar...\" James chuckled a bit, embarassed. \"You don't have to lay it on so thick...\"\n\n\nA bit later once the party was in full swing, James and Lars were standing in a corner.\n\n\"You know Lars, I'm very impressed with the job you did out there today...\" James put an arm around his son.\n\n\"Hehe, thanks dad!\" Lars smiled widely.\n\n\"On top of that, your grades have improved dramatically since that drop off last quarter.\" James held Lars tighter. \"You're really showing me how responsible and mature you've become....\" James dragged Lars onto his chest for a tight hug. \"What I'm trying to say is that I'm VERY proud of you son...\"\n\n\"Aww dad...\" Lars hugged his father back. \"Thanks...I'm glad that you think I'm doing so well...\"\n\n\"How about once we get home...\" James gave his son an evil smirk.\n\n\"Come on dad, do you remember who your talking to?\" Lars gave his father the same smirk. \"I was already planning to ambush you at the door!\"\n\n\"How about we kick this off early?\" James leaned in close to his son.\n\n\"Dad...all my teamates are here...\" Lars blushed brightly.\n\n\"I don't care...\" James smirked. \"If you aren't going to accept it, I'll just force it...\"\n\n\"Dad....\" Lars blushed even brighter.\n\n\"Please Lars....Just one kiss...\" James squeezed Lars.\n\n\"Dad....\" Lars was blushing the brigtest he ever had. \"O...okay....Just one...\"\n\n\"Alright!\" James leaned in close. \"Just one...\" James kissed Lars on the lips quickly.\n\n\"...One more...\" Lars smirked.\n\n\"Of course!\" James kissed Lars again, this time a bit more deeply. \"How was that?\"\n\n\"...\" Lars stared up into his father's eyes. \"Fuck it.\" Lars leaned up, ambushing his father with a deep passionate kiss. \"Mmh...\"\n\n\"Mmh!\" James leaned back onto the wall, holding Lars tightly as they kissed in the shadows.\n\n\nA bit later, Lamar was rushing through the party looking for Lars.\n\n\"Hey Coach, have you seen Lars?\" Lamar asked Darius.\n\n\"I saw him with his dad a couple minutes ago.\" Darius looked around. \"I think they went to get something out of the wrestling ring...\"\n\n\"Okay, thanks!\" Lamar ran for the wrestling room.\n\n\n\"Dad, what are we doing?\" Lars was pinned on the wrestling mats by his father, his shirt thrown aside.\n\n\"You always wanted it in here, didn't you?\" James loomed over Lars, lust in his eyes. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his rock hard muscles.\n\n\"Yeah, but we're in the middle of a party!\" Lars blushed brightly. \"What if somone finds us?\"\n\n\"Don't worry about them son...\" James unzipped his pants, his underwear exploding out consealing a large throbbing errection. \"It's just you and me....\"\n\n\"Dad....\" Lars looked up at his father. His beautiful muscles, his wonderfuly lustfull expression, his huge cock! Lars was trapped within his father's seductive grasp, and he didn't want to resist. \"....Please....fuck me....\"\n\n\"Hehe, I'll fuck you right on these mats Lars!\" James leaned down and kissed Lars passionately.\n\n\"LARS!\" Lamar burst into the wrestling room loudly.\n\n\"ERK!\" Lars froze as he heard his name called.\n\n\"Huh?\" James rolled his eyes, knowing he was caught.\n\n\"Oh....\" Lamar froze as he realized just what he had walked into. \"Oh god, I walked in on you-\"\n\n\"Doing nothing.\" James got up off of Lars, zipping back up his pants.\n\n\"W-what's up?\" Lars got back to his feet.\n\n\"We got trouble!\" Lamar looked serious.\n\n\"What kind of trouble!?\" Lars sobered up immediately.\n\n\nIn the parking lot of the gym, hecklers from the rival school were jerring at the wrestling team.\n\n\"You guys cheated! You can't be that good!\" Cried some of the hecklers. \"Where's that freak captain of yours!?\"\n\n\"What the hell is going on here!?\" Lars stepped out and his teamates let him through immediately.\n\n\"Well if it isn't the captain himself?\" The rival wrestling team captain stepped to the front of his group. \"I got a bone to pick with you!\"\n\n\"You lost fair and square, what's your problem?\" Lars stood his ground.\n\n\"I'm not accepting defeat from YOU! You were a wiry little wimp when you joined the team, how'd you get so big!?\"\n\n\"A WHAT!?\" Lars' temper immediately shot into the red.\n\n\"I know you're a steroid fuled PUSSY!\" The captain sneered.\n\n\"I got this big through hard work and determination. We all did. Don't try and diss our hard work just becaus your a sore looser!\" Lars snapped at the captain.\n\n\"We're only sore because YOU CHEATED!\" The captain snapped back.\n\n\"We didn't cheat, we were just BETTER!\" Lars dismissively shrugged at his opponent, his entire team standing behind him.\n\n\"How about we settle this outside the ring?\" The captain tossed off his shirt, stepping forward.\n\n\"I'd be glad to!\" Lars threw his shirt off and stepped forward.\n\n\"I'll proove that you're a fake!\" The captain rushed forward with a punch.\n\n\"You're in over your head!\" Lars braced himself.\n\nThe captain's punch landed with a solid \"THWACK\" sound...and nothing else... \"What the...\" The captain saw he had hit the chest of a large man. \"Erk...\" He looked up and saw that James had stepped between the two and he had punched James in the stomach.\n\n\"Is that all? Lars was right, you ARE in over your head...\" James looked back. \"Everything under control Butcher?\"\n\n\"Everything fine!\" Butcher was holding Lars back.\n\n\"Break this shit up NOW!\" James roared at the entire group, causing Lars' team to step back and the opposing team to scatter.\n\nThe team captain ran off. \"You're lucky your daddy came to save you Lars! I would have really hurt you!\"\n\n\"Say that to my face MOTHERFUCKER!\" Lars struggled to break free from Bouchard. \"I'm not the one who's running away like a little BITCH!\"\n\n\"LARSON, SILENCE!\" James turned to face Lars and the team, his eyes on fire.\n\n\"erk...\" Lars instantly shrivled up into a defenseless child under his father's eyes. \n\n\"Just what the HELL was going on here!?\"\n\n\"They started it.\" Lars regained compsure. \"They were calling my team cheaters!\"\n\n\"So you were going to fight to defend your honor?\" James gave Lars a happy look.\n\n\"y-yeah...I had to defend the honor of my teamates.\" Lars nodded excitedly.\n\n\"Well that's very noble of you Lars...\" James snapped from happy to furious. \"AND INCREDIBLY STUPID!\" James marched over to Lars. \"I got Lars from here Butcher...\"\n\n\"Eep...\" Butcher quickly released Lars and James grabbed Lars' tail as he passed, slinging the young alligator over his shoulder.\n\n\"Show's over kids, go back inside.\" James continued inside.\n\n\n\"That was STUPID! That was IRRESPONSIBLE and worst of all, that was CHILDISH!\" James chewed Lars out.\n\n\"I couldn't let him call me and my team shit without retaliation!\" Lars hastily explained. \"He picked the fight with me!\"\n\n\"And what would happen if you DID get to fighting?\" James bared down on Lars. \"You could have gotten hurt, you could have gotten expelled...Hell, you're old enough, you could have gotten ARRESTED!\" James snarled at Lars.\n\n\"I'm sorry dad...\" Lars head dropped in shame.\n\n\"This isn't like fighting Jumeres, you don't know that kid. You could have gotten into serious trouble and I wouldn't be able to get you out Larson!\" James continued. \"I told you before, I don't want you to turn into some sort of hotheaded brawler. I didn't raise you that way, and I'll be DAMNED if I see you go down that path!\" \n\n\"Yes dad...\" Lars sank to his lowest. \"I guess...I got overconfident...Darius just talked to me about that....\" Lars shrugged. \"...I was just being cocky...I'm sorry dad....\"\n\n\"Hmph...Lucky for you I stepped in before things got serious back there...\" James lightened up a small bit. \"But I want you to promise me! No more fighting unless it's self defense!\" James cracked his knuckles. \"You know I know how to hurt you way worse than any kid on the street can!\"\n\n\"Yes dad...\" Lars couldn't look his father in the eyes, he felt so guilty.\n\n\"Hey, come on...\" James nudged Lars' shoulder. \"I know it was a moment of bad judgement. We all have them...\" James smirked. \"You just got to keep that Alexander blood in you under control.\"\n\n\"I know...I just....\" Lars was very ashamed. \"I...I let myself get so wrapped up in that....I usually only get that riled up dealing with your brother....I really regret doing that...\" Lars was still looking away when he felt his father drag him in for a tight hug.\n\n\"Lars...You're a sweet young man...I've told you this...\" James ran his hands through Lars' hair. \"Even though I'm still mad at you for fighting, I'm proud of the passion you have for defending your team and especially of the fact that you felt so bad about getting so upset afterwards...\" James patted Lars softly on the back. \"That means you know that resorting to fighting was the wrong way to settle things...And that's the best I can ask of you...Aside from not fighting anyway.\"\n\n\"Hey, is everything okay you two?\" Darius looked around. \"I just heard what happened.\"\n\n\"Yeah, we're cool.\" James patted Lars on the back. \"Right Lars?\"\n\n\"...Yeah...\" Lars still looked incredibly guilty.\n\n\"Hey, why are you so down after this?\" Darius nudged Lars. \"If it were ME that guy was fucking with, he'd be fishing his teeth out of his ass right about now.\n\n\"I was entirely too headstrong with this...\" Lars shook his head. \"You were right, I WAS getting too cocky. I let it go to my head...\"\n\n\"Hey, lighten up. It's not like you actualy hit the guy.\" Darius shrugged. \"You're reading too much into this...\"\n\n\"Still...It's not like I wouldn't have hit the guy if I had the chance...I had all my moves planned out, even. I was trying to rip myself away from Butcher so I could tear that guy to shreads...And that's scary...\" Lars shuddered. \"To be THAT angry over something so small...\"\n\n\"You've always been a little hothead Lars.\" James continued to console his son. \"You just have to keep it in check.\"\n\n\"Right dad...I'll work on that....\" Lars nodded.\n\n\"How about we go back to the party son?\" James smiled warmly at his son.\n\n\"What about punishment?\" Lars still looked upset.\n\n\"Meh, no punishment.\" James ruffeled Lars' hair. \"You've punished yourself well enough without my help.\"\n\n\"Dad...\" Lars started to feel a bit better.\n\n\"Come on...\" James held Lars close. \"Give daddy a smile.\"\n\n\"Hehe...\" Lars let a smile creep onto his face.\n\n\"There we go! There's that beautiful smile of yours.\" James kissed Lars on the cheek. \"Tonight's a happy night, and you shouldn't let that incident sour it for you.\"\n\n\"Right dad...\" Lars nodded. \"Would you...Escort me?\" Lars held his father's hand.\n\n\"I thought you were afraid of everyone seeing us.\" James smirked. \"It IS your entire team afterall.\"\n\n\"I...I don't care....\" Lars finally returned to his bright, sunny self. \"I want to celebrate with you dad!\"\n\n\"Hehe, okay kid...\" James leaned in and kissed Lars deeply before leading him back to the party. \"I hope you know I can't dance.\"\n\n\"You don't dace at parties like this dad, you stand around being aloof and making out with your girlfriends.\" Lars chuckled, holding onto his father's hand.\n\n\"Seriously? I guess that's why kids are always sneaking booze to these things, that sounds boring as fuck!James belted out a hearty laugh, smiling down at Lars and holding Lars close.\n\nOmar ran up to Darius. \"Hey, I just got word from Butcher! Is everything cool?\"\n\nDarius could only smile as he watched the two alligators join Lars' friends. \"Yeah...it's all cool...\"\n\n\"Look at those two...\" Omar smirked. \"It's hella sappy how well those two go together...\"\n\n\"Yeah...They have one of the strongest bonds I've ever seen...\" Darius nodded. \"The kind of love that gets forged through hardships...\" Darius held onto Omar's hand. \"That's why they were able to help us out so much...\"\n\n\"You're right, puppy...\" Omar gripped Darius' hand tightly. \"Well then...\" Omar ran into the party, dragging Darius with him. \"Let's get some pizza, I'm STARVED!\"\n\n\"Haha, don't worry Omar, you'll get fed.\" Darius and Omar laughed together, joining everyone else.\n\n* * *\nI knew he'd get in over his head eventually. Good thing I was there to keep him from making a mistake he'd regret. I really hope our talk got through to him...I don't want him to end up in a situation he can't get out of because of his temper.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Father And Son Episode Thirty-Six: Blazing Hot Cocky Action

"Hey, it's James here! Today's the day my boy's been training for! It's only the Semi-Finals, but the semi-finals are still a big fucking deal. I know Lars is excited, too...which is why I'm a bit on edge. Lars can be unbearably cocky some times, and with that hair trigger temper of his, I'm sure he'll start knocking heads if he's not careful...Gotta keep my eye on him..."
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Lars slowly woke up "Yaaaawn...Hmm?" Lars felt around and realized that he was in bed alone. "Dad?" Lars sat up and looked around. "Huh....he's not here..." Lars jumped out of bed. "Hey dad, you here!?"

"I'm in the kitchen kid!" James called from down the hall.

"Oh, okay!" Not bothering to put on any clothes, Lars jogged down the hall to the kitchen. "Hey da-...oh." Lars looked inside the kitchen and saw Omar and Darius sitting at the table.

"...So you just walk around the house like that?" Omar rolled his eyes. "You're a bad influence on this kid James, you know that?"

"Err, hi...guys..." Lars blushed brightly and slinked out of the kitchen. "I'll be back in a second...."

"Sorry about that guys..." James facepalmed.

"Meh, it's okay..." Darius shrugged. "We get faces full of wang on a daily basis at the gym."

"Yeah, at least this time it was an accident and not some hamfisted blowjob request." Omar chuckled a bit.

Lars slunk back in wearing sweatpants, blushing. "Hey guys..."

"Are you ready for today Lars?" Darius smacked Lars on the back.

"Yeah, I'm feeling great today!" Lars quickly got over his embarassment, pumped up by the excitement of the wrestling competition.

"Great!" Omar nodded. "The semi-finals are where a lot of players choke because they get cocky. Just stick to your guns, and you'll do fine!"

"I'll be sure not to mess up." Lars nodded.

"Good." James smacked Lars on the stomach. "Let's get some food into you, and then Darius is going to take you to school." James set a plate in front of Lars.

"Wow, this looks great!" Lars looked at all the food set before him. "How did you do this dad?"

"I sorta looked at your cooking class notes." James smirked, blushng a bit. "I didn't know fried eggs weren't supposed to be burned on the edges..."


It was noon and Lars was in the gymnasium dressed in baggy black jogging pants and a baggy powder pink teeshirt, reading a cooking book from the sidelines while students filed in to watch the wresling match. Some of them were there to root on their school, some of them were there for the wrestling and still some were just there because it was an excuse to take the next two or three periods off.

"Look at this queer." Some hecklers from a rival school sat behind Lars. "Whacha doin' here pinky? This is the section for the MEN, not the SISSIES."

"Yeah, you must be one of the loosers from this school. You're not from OUR school for sure." The second kid laughed at Lars.

"What year are you two?" Lars asked without looking up from his cookbook.

"What's it to you? We're probably older than you, punk!" The two flashed their ID's, which Lars could see out the corner of his eye were Junior class.

"Well then..." Lars barely looked away from his book, dismissively acnowledgeing the two hecklers. "I'm in a good mood, You just back up and mind your manners and I'll forget you were just talking to me like that."

"Heh, did you hear him?" The first heckler chuckled. "He's acting all tough!"

"Give me a break! What ya gonna do Ice Queen? French tickle us to death!?" The second bully let out an obnoxious chortle.

Lars let out a deep sigh, slammed his book closed and got to his feet.

"Whasamatter Fairy Queen!?" The first bully laughed cockily. "Gonna run away and tell your boyfriend?"

"No..." Lars tossed off his shirt, revealing his thick muscles. "I'm going to show you two UNDERCLASSMEN not to fuck around with a superior!" Lars cracked his knuckles.

"HOLY SHTI!" The second bully jumped back in fright. "He's ripped to hell and back!"

"Who the hell are you!?" The first bully cowered under Lars' frightfull apperance.

"I'm Larson Alexander. Senior student and wrestling team captain!" Lars pumped up his muscles. "And you two just made a BIG mistake in annoying me!"

"Shit, I told you we shouldn't do shit like this at a different school man!" The second bully scrunched down.

"Look, I'm sorry! Don't beat us up okay!?" The first bully begged.

"Hey Lars!" Darius called from across the gym. "Stop showing off, you have to get changed!"

"I'm coming Darius!" Lars picked up his book and his shirt. "You two got lucky today." Lars started to walk away, giving them an intimidating look. "But I'll be WATCHING you while you're on my turf!"

"Who were they?" Darius pointed to the two students as Lars walked past.

"A couple fools trying to make trouble." Lars laughed. "Heh, can you belive they called me "Fairy Queen?"

"The poor fools." Darius started to laugh with Lars. "They would have been wearing dentures if I hadn't called you."

"You got that right!" Lars pumped a fist. "Maybe dad's right about me being too much of a brawler."

"Haha, nothing wrong with busting a few heads Lars." Darius smacked Lars on the back. "Right now, you've got to focus on the matches."

"Are you kidding Daruis?" Lars scoffed. "Did you see the the "Support" that school has? We'll beat them like nothing."

"Don't get cocky Lars..." Daruis gave Lars a stern look.

"Look Darius." Lars gave Darius a cocky look. "If we loose this, then I'm giving you full authority to beat the cockiness out of me."

"...You're kidding, right?" Darius shrugged.

"No, I'm not." Lars slapped Darius on the chest. "You're a wonderful coach Darius, one of the best. I belive wholeheartedly that you've trained us to win. And if we loose...I want you to punish me for failing you..."

"Lars...." Darius was shocked by Lars' talk.

"Of course, you know I know I would never let somone as pumped as you beat on me, that'd be suicide." Lars chuckled, walking away confidently to get changed. "So just sit back and watch us win this!"

"...That kid...He's just too energetic..." Darius smiled warmly. "Hehe, that's my little bro!"

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Later on at the AlphaMuscle gym, Darius, Lars, Boucharde and some of the regulars were setting up the gym for a victory party.

"...I can't belive it...We curbstomped them!" Darius was still awestruck by the match as he pushed the exercise machines out the way. "Not a single loss..."

"I told you Darius!" Lars chuckled, hugging Darius. "You taught us well!"

"I saw on the Youtube about your victories!" Boucharde was helping to set up tables. "You are powerful and firece for being so small Lars!"

"It wasn't just me, it was the whole team!" Lars nodded excitedly. "Those Tai-Chi manuvers Omar taught us really played into our win!" Lars pumped his muscles. "At this rate, we'll be UNSTOPABLE!"

Darius ruffed Lars' hair, laughing. "What did I tell you about being cocky Lars? It's going to come back to bite you one day."

"When it does, I'll bite back!" Lars flashed his teeth in a cocky smile. "And then I'll promptly give it a death roll!"

"Lars is just being cocky, yes?" Boucharde shrugged at Darius. "He is not intoxicated, yes?"

"Oh he's drunk alright..." Darius held Lars under his arm and gave him a noogie. "Drunk on his own power!"

"Haha, cut it out Darius!" Lars laughed hard at Darius' horseplay.

"Our next match isn't until next month, so calm down all the bravado, okay?" Darius continued digging into Lars' head.

"Fine, fine, I'll cool it!" Lars finally broke free from Darus' grasp, fixing his hair.

"Hey, we have the food here!" James and Omar stepped into the gym carrying boxes of pizza.

"Haha, we cleaned them out!" Omar set the pizzas down on one of the tables. "They thought we could make due with five, but I told them that that would only last about two minutes here, haha!" Omar dusted off his hands. "Okay guys, before we get started with this party, I want you all to gather around for a quick announcement!"

"Hmm?" Lars, Darius and Bouchard stepped over along with everyone else.

"Alright, I want to mention this before things get busy." Omar made sure everyone was listening. "Starting this weekend, me and Darius will both be heading back to our hometown on personal buisness. I'm not sure how long we'll take, it may take all week." Omar continued. "As you may have noticed, that will mean neither of us will be here to run the gym."

"So the gym is closed, right?" One of the regulars asked. "What about my training schedule?"

"Shut up Phil, I didn't finish!" Omar smirked at Phil. "The gym will stay open in our absence thanks to our friend James here." Omar smacked James on the chest. "He and his son Lars, as you may know, have been helping me and Darius out a lot behind the scenes, and he humbly accepted my request for him to take control of the gym while me and Darius are gone."

"Woooow! You're in charge of the gym dad?" Lars' eyes sparked with awe.

"Well, once they leave, yes..." James shrugged.

"If you have any questions or problems, bring them to James and he'll help you out." Omar patted James on the shoulder. "Belive you me, this man is a miricle worker!" Omar smild widely. "This man and his son are close family to me, and I trust him onehundred percent!"

"Sheesh, Omar..." James chuckled a bit, embarassed. "You don't have to lay it on so thick..."


A bit later once the party was in full swing, James and Lars were standing in a corner.

"You know Lars, I'm very impressed with the job you did out there today..." James put an arm around his son.

"Hehe, thanks dad!" Lars smiled widely.

"On top of that, your grades have improved dramatically since that drop off last quarter." James held Lars tighter. "You're really showing me how responsible and mature you've become...." James dragged Lars onto his chest for a tight hug. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm VERY proud of you son..."

"Aww dad..." Lars hugged his father back. "Thanks...I'm glad that you think I'm doing so well..."

"How about once we get home..." James gave his son an evil smirk.

"Come on dad, do you remember who your talking to?" Lars gave his father the same smirk. "I was already planning to ambush you at the door!"

"How about we kick this off early?" James leaned in close to his son.

"Dad...all my teamates are here..." Lars blushed brightly.

"I don't care..." James smirked. "If you aren't going to accept it, I'll just force it..."

"Dad...." Lars blushed even brighter.

"Please Lars....Just one kiss..." James squeezed Lars.

"Dad...." Lars was blushing the brigtest he ever had. "O...okay....Just one..."

"Alright!" James leaned in close. "Just one..." James kissed Lars on the lips quickly.

"...One more..." Lars smirked.

"Of course!" James kissed Lars again, this time a bit more deeply. "How was that?"

"..." Lars stared up into his father's eyes. "Fuck it." Lars leaned up, ambushing his father with a deep passionate kiss. "Mmh..."

"Mmh!" James leaned back onto the wall, holding Lars tightly as they kissed in the shadows.


A bit later, Lamar was rushing through the party looking for Lars.

"Hey Coach, have you seen Lars?" Lamar asked Darius.

"I saw him with his dad a couple minutes ago." Darius looked around. "I think they went to get something out of the wrestling ring..."

"Okay, thanks!" Lamar ran for the wrestling room.


"Dad, what are we doing?" Lars was pinned on the wrestling mats by his father, his shirt thrown aside.

"You always wanted it in here, didn't you?" James loomed over Lars, lust in his eyes. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his rock hard muscles.

"Yeah, but we're in the middle of a party!" Lars blushed brightly. "What if somone finds us?"

"Don't worry about them son..." James unzipped his pants, his underwear exploding out consealing a large throbbing errection. "It's just you and me...."

"Dad...." Lars looked up at his father. His beautiful muscles, his wonderfuly lustfull expression, his huge cock! Lars was trapped within his father's seductive grasp, and he didn't want to resist. "....Please....fuck me...."

"Hehe, I'll fuck you right on these mats Lars!" James leaned down and kissed Lars passionately.

"LARS!" Lamar burst into the wrestling room loudly.

"ERK!" Lars froze as he heard his name called.

"Huh?" James rolled his eyes, knowing he was caught.

"Oh...." Lamar froze as he realized just what he had walked into. "Oh god, I walked in on you-"

"Doing nothing." James got up off of Lars, zipping back up his pants.

"W-what's up?" Lars got back to his feet.

"We got trouble!" Lamar looked serious.

"What kind of trouble!?" Lars sobered up immediately.


In the parking lot of the gym, hecklers from the rival school were jerring at the wrestling team.

"You guys cheated! You can't be that good!" Cried some of the hecklers. "Where's that freak captain of yours!?"

"What the hell is going on here!?" Lars stepped out and his teamates let him through immediately.

"Well if it isn't the captain himself?" The rival wrestling team captain stepped to the front of his group. "I got a bone to pick with you!"

"You lost fair and square, what's your problem?" Lars stood his ground.

"I'm not accepting defeat from YOU! You were a wiry little wimp when you joined the team, how'd you get so big!?"

"A WHAT!?" Lars' temper immediately shot into the red.

"I know you're a steroid fuled PUSSY!" The captain sneered.

"I got this big through hard work and determination. We all did. Don't try and diss our hard work just becaus your a sore looser!" Lars snapped at the captain.

"We're only sore because YOU CHEATED!" The captain snapped back.

"We didn't cheat, we were just BETTER!" Lars dismissively shrugged at his opponent, his entire team standing behind him.

"How about we settle this outside the ring?" The captain tossed off his shirt, stepping forward.

"I'd be glad to!" Lars threw his shirt off and stepped forward.

"I'll proove that you're a fake!" The captain rushed forward with a punch.

"You're in over your head!" Lars braced himself.

The captain's punch landed with a solid "THWACK" sound...and nothing else... "What the..." The captain saw he had hit the chest of a large man. "Erk..." He looked up and saw that James had stepped between the two and he had punched James in the stomach.

"Is that all? Lars was right, you ARE in over your head..." James looked back. "Everything under control Butcher?"

"Everything fine!" Butcher was holding Lars back.

"Break this shit up NOW!" James roared at the entire group, causing Lars' team to step back and the opposing team to scatter.

The team captain ran off. "You're lucky your daddy came to save you Lars! I would have really hurt you!"

"Say that to my face MOTHERFUCKER!" Lars struggled to break free from Bouchard. "I'm not the one who's running away like a little BITCH!"

"LARSON, SILENCE!" James turned to face Lars and the team, his eyes on fire.

"erk..." Lars instantly shrivled up into a defenseless child under his father's eyes.

"Just what the HELL was going on here!?"

"They started it." Lars regained compsure. "They were calling my team cheaters!"

"So you were going to fight to defend your honor?" James gave Lars a happy look.

"y-yeah...I had to defend the honor of my teamates." Lars nodded excitedly.

"Well that's very noble of you Lars..." James snapped from happy to furious. "AND INCREDIBLY STUPID!" James marched over to Lars. "I got Lars from here Butcher..."

"Eep..." Butcher quickly released Lars and James grabbed Lars' tail as he passed, slinging the young alligator over his shoulder.

"Show's over kids, go back inside." James  continued inside.


"That was STUPID! That was IRRESPONSIBLE and worst of all, that was CHILDISH!" James chewed Lars out.

"I couldn't let him call me and my team shit without retaliation!" Lars hastily explained. "He picked the fight with me!"

"And what would happen if you DID get to fighting?" James bared down on Lars. "You could have gotten hurt, you could have gotten expelled...Hell, you're old enough, you could have gotten ARRESTED!" James snarled at Lars.

"I'm sorry dad..." Lars head dropped in shame.

"This isn't like fighting Jumeres, you don't know that kid. You could have gotten into serious trouble and I wouldn't be able to get you out Larson!" James continued. "I told you before, I don't want you to turn into some sort of hotheaded brawler. I didn't raise you that way, and I'll be DAMNED if I see you go down that path!"

"Yes dad..." Lars sank to his lowest. "I guess...I got overconfident...Darius just talked to me about that...." Lars shrugged. "...I was just being cocky...I'm sorry dad...."

"Hmph...Lucky for you I stepped in before things got serious back there..." James lightened up a small bit. "But I want you to promise me! No more fighting unless it's self defense!" James cracked his knuckles. "You know I know how to hurt you way worse than any kid on the street can!"

"Yes dad..." Lars couldn't look his father in the eyes, he felt so guilty.

"Hey, come on..." James nudged Lars' shoulder. "I know it was a moment of bad judgement. We all have them..." James smirked. "You just got to keep that Alexander blood in you under control."

"I know...I just...." Lars was very ashamed. "I...I let myself get so wrapped up in that....I usually only get that riled up dealing with your brother....I really regret doing that..." Lars was still looking away when he felt his father drag him in for a tight hug.

"Lars...You're a sweet young man...I've told you this..." James ran his hands through Lars' hair. "Even though I'm still mad at you for fighting, I'm proud of the passion you have for defending your team and especially of the fact that you felt so bad about getting so upset afterwards..." James patted Lars softly on the back. "That means you know that resorting to fighting was the wrong way to settle things...And that's the best I can ask of you...Aside from not fighting anyway."

"Hey, is everything okay you two?" Darius looked around. "I just heard what happened."

"Yeah, we're cool." James patted Lars on the back. "Right Lars?"

"...Yeah..." Lars still looked incredibly guilty.

"Hey, why are you so down after this?" Darius nudged Lars. "If it were ME that guy was fucking with, he'd be fishing his teeth out of his ass right about now.

"I was entirely too headstrong with this..." Lars shook his head. "You were right, I WAS getting too cocky. I let it go to my head..."

"Hey, lighten up. It's not like you actualy hit the guy." Darius shrugged. "You're reading too much into this..."

"Still...It's not like I wouldn't have hit the guy if I had the chance...I had all my moves planned out, even. I was trying to rip myself away from Butcher so I could tear that guy to shreads...And that's scary..." Lars shuddered. "To be THAT angry over something so small..."

"You've always been a little hothead Lars." James continued to console his son. "You just have to keep it in check."

"Right dad...I'll work on that...." Lars nodded.

"How about we go back to the party son?" James smiled warmly at his son.

"What about punishment?" Lars still looked upset.

"Meh, no punishment." James ruffeled Lars' hair. "You've punished yourself well enough without my help."

"Dad..." Lars started to feel a bit better.

"Come on..." James held Lars close. "Give daddy a smile."

"Hehe..." Lars let a smile creep onto his face.

"There we go! There's that beautiful smile of yours." James kissed Lars on the cheek. "Tonight's a happy night, and you shouldn't let that incident sour it for you."

"Right dad..." Lars nodded. "Would you...Escort me?" Lars held his father's hand.

"I thought you were afraid of everyone seeing us." James smirked. "It IS your entire team afterall."

"I...I don't care...." Lars finally returned to his bright, sunny self. "I want to celebrate with you dad!"

"Hehe, okay kid..." James leaned in and kissed Lars deeply before leading him back to the party. "I hope you know I can't dance."

"You don't dace at parties like this dad, you stand around being aloof and making out with your girlfriends." Lars chuckled, holding onto his father's hand.

"Seriously? I guess that's why kids are always sneaking booze to these things, that sounds boring as fuck!James belted out a hearty laugh, smiling down at Lars and holding Lars close.

Omar ran up to Darius. "Hey, I just got word from Butcher! Is everything cool?"

Darius could only smile as he watched the two alligators join Lars' friends. "Yeah...it's all cool..."

"Look at those two..." Omar smirked. "It's hella sappy how well those two go together..."

"Yeah...They have one of the strongest bonds I've ever seen..." Darius nodded. "The kind of love that gets forged through hardships..." Darius held onto Omar's hand. "That's why they were able to help us out so much..."

"You're right, puppy..." Omar gripped Darius' hand tightly. "Well then..." Omar ran into the party, dragging Darius with him. "Let's get some pizza,  I'm STARVED!"

"Haha, don't worry Omar, you'll get fed." Darius and Omar laughed together, joining everyone else.

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