TRAIL RIDE SHOWDOWN: How the West Was Won

     

  by Mule, edited by Stefan Kane             

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Mule takes a trail ride in Colorado and city boy Mule has a run in with a real cowboy.... pugilist protagonists pitting power against power in a precarious primal pairing of painful  proportions

Bodie was an authentic Cowboy,
 not a largely  city boy like Mule.

"You city folk think you’re hotshots when it comes to wooin’ the ladies, huh?” Bodie asked me as he tossed another log onto the campfire. “It don’t matter that you’re a highfalutin’ ex-college jock. A woman needs more than just your jacked up pretty bodybuilder muscles when it comes to real lovin’, ya know.”

I just looked across the roaring fire at Bodie as I buttoned my flannel jacket against the coolness of the desert evening air...in response to this taunting goad, I just grinned, saying nothing to our bearded trail guide. Bodie stood 6’5” weighed 280 pounds of solid muscle. His 22” arms, 56” chest and 32” waist stood on giant legs and calves, making him a most imposing cowboy to behold. He wore his trail attire like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even the outline of his great cock showed through his tight jeans. Among the ranch hands he was a bully to be feared and avoided if at all possible.

By now we had exhausted every topic from trucks to sports. In the waning twilight hours, we were down to the inevitable subject of bragging men everywhere: our many and varied conquests of pussy.

“The way I see it,” continued the rugged, 6-foot-5 former bronco-buster, “you gotta keep ‘em happy every night. And if you ain’t got the right equipment and the right touch, well, then you ain’t much of a man. And no lady alive is gonna give you the time of day, let alone any of that hot pussy.”

“So you’re telling me is that cowboys are better lovers than city guys?” I said to the denim-clad Bodie

“They sure as hell are!” Having said that the handsome man tossed aside his empty beer can, and rose to his feet with a slightly boozy swagger. He stood silently with his massive hairy chest on display through his wide-open, sweat-stained denim shirt. Beneath the dense, thick forest of hair that covered his magnificent jutting pecs lay two half inch rock hard nipples. “You wanna make somethin’ out of it?” he growled, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his scruffy jeans.

The large-framed man stared deep into my soul with penetrating eyes, tipping back his worn black Stetson. “This ain’t beer talk, sonny. I mean what I say, so you had better put up or shut up. What’s it gonna be?”

I seized the macho challenge. Within seconds I too was on my feet.

“Whaddaya think of this, cowboy?”

Off came my flannel jacket, followed by a trail-dusted T-shirt exposing a tanned, baby-smooth chest nearly as massive as the pectoral plateaus belonging to ol’ Bodie. I did a couple of arm curls to pump my already large biceps. This blond-haired Mule stood bare-chested and proud as I flexed my bodybuilder muscles in the orange glow of the fire. I am all solid fuckin’ muscle.. I’m talking enormous, over-sized, muscle. The kind that gives a guy shoulders a yard wide, a bull neck, traps that start behind the ears, and mountainous pecs you can set a beer mug on. I display a massive back with lats so flared it’s impossible for me to put my cannonball-sized arms down at my sides! Plus I have a thick hard-as-rock gut, and thighs that would shame an elephant --  6'3''  262 lbs --  i got thick speed bump abs, like a 53 inch chest and  20 inch arms.  To top it all of, I have that teardrop shit on my 28" quads that bitches be goin' crazy for when I wear shorts.  

BODIE

 Girding my loins, I also make sure lats are spread, pecs are stout, and shoulders are wide to awe Bodie with my muscular magnificence. With my chest out and my biceps pumped I looked truly spectacular, "Oh fuk yeahhhh...", I thought, "The Mule is even more handsome than, and just as massively built as Ole' Bodie!" --who I figured must of been somewhere near 40.

  

“Well, lookee here!” Bodie laughed and slapped his knee loudly. “A mama’s boy pretending to be a man! If that don’t take all!” 

Your hero, the admittedly vain Mule wasn’t amused. With an I-mean-business look on my face, I stepped within inches of the trail rider's imposing frame.

“Look, Tex, I’m as much a man as you are! At least I don’t smell like a horse’s ass!”

Bodie tore off his shirt, patting his rippling cobblestone gut a couple of times. “Go ahead and feel it, boy. This is what a man feels like.” The sudden sight of all that bare muscle made Mule go jelly-kneed. It was a Schwarzenegger body. Every muscle was bulging and sharply defined. He had pecs so pumped-out that his tits were almost out of sight at the outside corners. Yours truly, the Mule couldn’t take my eyes off it. I knew both awe, and a twang of admiration.

Two musclebound behemoths stood there facing one another, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. The two massive titans stood transfixed as they sized each other up.  Both of us knew we were up against another supreme physical specimen.  Larger than life men like this just had to take each other on, they couldn’t stop themselves even if they tried; there is an instinctive need for REAL MEN, to show other men that they are the boss. Manly self-assurance oozed from every pore of both men.  I felt my own strength being scrutinized and appraised by a man who was easily my equal.  I got the feeling Bodie didn’t much like being challenged by someone near his own size.  I sensed strong hostile vibes that for a moment were most disconcerting.  However my attention was consumed by Bodie’s magnificent body.  It was if it was made of pure twisted steel and flex appeal.

I extended my hand and touched the granite solid slab of abdominal flesh through the tufts of Bodie curls. Slowly I felt my way up the cowboy’s chest and then down to the low-hanging belt buckle an inch or two below Bodie’s navel.

“Not bad,” I conceded, with a shrug of my wide shoulders. “Not bad But this is even better.” As I spoke, I pointed to my own hairless, taut, eight-pack abdominals, tanned and rippling, thick abs with ridges so deep that they looked like river rocks.

The hirsute horse wrangler began poking this blond bodybuilder’s stomach, looking for a weak spot. He runs his fingers over each mound and into each deep crevice...my abs feel like living steel, hard and hot.   “It’s like that all the way down,” I bragged as I casually unzipped my fly, exposing bare flesh and the top of my blond trimmed bush and groin, showing off my set of lower abs that was just as defined as the upper six.

“Mine’s just as hard as yours, city boy!” he said with a dare in his gruff voice.  A sea of thick hair covered the cowboy’s lower torso. He dropped his trousers to the top of his groin, also exposing two mounds of iron hard and hairy muscle butt flesh to the brisk, high desert air.  “Take a good feel, muscleboy. It’s as solid as a brand-new barn door.”  Without hesitation Mule placed his hands into the man’s opened pants and rubbed the rawhide-tough skin and iron hard muscle beneath the curly pelt.  I rubbed his belly ... dragging my fingers across his furry eight pack abs   It was  as if  the cowboy  was chiseled out of pure granite

"Nice body armor...are they as strong as they feel?” I asked.  "Only one way to really test a pair of abs" said the Cowboy, as he brought a closed fist the size of an anvil to his lips and kissed it.

"Come at me bro, your two best shots, right here," I grinned as I slapped my own rippling cobblestone abs. In one quick blow, Bodie drew his mammoth right arm back and released it, as if it were a log ramming the door of a castle. His huge fist landed squarely in the middle of my steel-plated abs with a deep thud. My tight torso rippled as it absorbed the impact. Bodie drew his arm back and pounded me again in the cobblestones.  This time he gut punched me so hard my feet actually left the ground by an inch or two.  Bodie' fist made another thud sound, and I flinched just a bit as some air and spit flew out my mouth as I grunted like a silverback,  but I didn't budge.  It feels like he liquefied my insides, but I can't let it show.  My eyes pop from the pain that normally would have sent me to my knees, but instead I stood motionless showing little effect from the pain racking my body. I grinned at Bodie, as I rubbed the red spots on my gut, but he didn't act impressed...."We will see how long you can keep THAT up, boy" Bodie said with a smirk.

“Now it’s my turn”, I said, as Bodie took a wide stance, hands on hips, his mountainous chest puffed up.  Mule couldn’t help but be impressed  as I targeted the Cowboys rock wall of abs. "Go ahead, hit me in the gut...hit 'em" the big cowboy says matter-of-factly.  My arm snapped with barely a warning, my whole weight, arm and shoulder twisted behind that punch. I let out a low growl and my bicep flexes hard as I drive my toaster sized fist into the Cowboy's muscled gut.  My first blow caused the mountain of muscle to grunt and bend forward a bit at the waist by about six inches, but I had only caught him off guard. Fuck, it was like hitting a sack full of cement.   I was shocked that the Cowboy wasn't doubling over clutching his gut, as had every man in my gym back home that had dared trade gut punches with me. No matter how big or tough they thought they were, every one of them had ended up doubled-over at my feet.

I put my best game face on despite my surprise, and then I threw my second punch into The Cowboy’s gut.  I put all my power into this shot, my thighs ripping with strength , my back muscles and lats flexing hard as I power my fist into the Cowboy.   But this time he was ready and waiting.   With amazing reactions, he powerfully tensed against my blow in time.  Inches before my fist made it to his belly he flexed his abs into an impenetrable cobblestone wall of muscle and my second shot to his mid-section bounced off harmlessly.  The Cowboy’s gut didn’t give at all. The recoil shuddered back up my arm.  It was as if I had hammered my punch into a tree trunk.  The Cowboy’s rock hard stomach declared it was more than ready for anything the Mule could throw.  The force of my own punch pushed me back a foot but The Cowboy did not even give a grunt.  Pain ricocheted back up my arm, forcing a grimace.  The Cowboy had been ready, and my fist into that muscled torso had felt like punching into rock.  ‘Jeez, but hitting this guy is hard on the fist.”  I thought. I hadn't expected this buff stud's abs to be so solid. "Those punches would have dropped most guys and they didn't even make him move." I thought.  The cowboy smiled at my look of shocked pain on my face as I winced from the jarring pain and shook out my fist in disbelief. 

“Is that as hard as u can hit!”, the Cowboy mocked, as the cowboy took his own fist and slammed the heel of it into his own ripped rock hard belly twice. The deep thudding sound gave no indication, that either the abs or the fist were anything but still as hard as steel.  "Hit like a mule?  Shit, you hit more like a sissy in a dress" he quipped, putting as much distain in his voice for Mule's punching ability as possible. 

“Who are you calling a fuckin’ sissy?” I demanded, my lip now curled in anger.

Before anyone could say a word, I yanked down my jeans for a moment, flashing my nine inches of blond bodybuilder hunk muscledick as I upped the anty on this “pissing contest” of male bravado.  I stood before him, in all my donkey-dicked glory.

“Take a good look at a real city man” I snarled, knowing that my rivals tended to slink away shamed faced and feeling inadequate at this point.

“Still think I’m a sissy, huh?”

He grinned nonchalantly, seemingly unimpressed.  "Not bad, for a college boy," Bodie said. "now allow me to show you what a REAL COWBOY cock looks like," Bodie smiled... "you must love to compare. But, I don’t think you’re going to like this comparison”

The Trail Guide’s insanely large genitals sprang forth as he unbuttoned his jeans.  I gasped as my jaw dropped and my  eyes bugged out.  I had seen it through the tight fabric of the cowboys skin tight  jeans, but that had not prepared me for its size.   It was even longer and heavier than my own donkey-sized dick!!!   I am pretty conceited about my Mule meat. I thought I had a lot of cock, but Bodie had me beat- by a lot!  Uncut, wide, and heavily veined, his limp dick fell out of a nest of black hair— Bodie's huge penis was at least 2'’ longer than mine.  To say Bodie's cock was huge was an understatement. “What’s the matter pretty boy “Never seen a cowboy cock before?”  Bodie said,  moving a hand to scratch his huge balls. 

He watched as my eyes wandered to his larger, more masculine endowment. He easily outstripped me in the cock department, and he was loving that fact.   I still didn’t say anything. I’ve always been one of the biggest fucking cocks in the locker room…always. And this guy was dwarfing me.  I normally jumped at cock comparison contest. It felt good to see other guys envy my meat. I realized I had cornered myself, assuming I was bigger than him, and right now, this guy was having fun with me.  The Trail guide touched himself and his already imposing python grew more massive. Soon it was fully erect,  11'’ of steel hard dick. I felt like the Cowboy's larger dick was bullying mine as I burned with penis envy at being out-cocked. I was transfixed by the monster cock. “See sissy.  I’m not afraid to show how much of a man I am.”  Bodie stroked his mammoth cock with his right hand and flexed his left arm.  I was aghast at the monstrous size of the cowboy’s manmeat.  “I’ve got a better body than you - sissy.” The giant continued his ranting.  “I’m stronger than you and my cock is bigger  than yours!" -  Bodie grinned as he watched my ego deflating like a cooling balloon as he packed his superhuman horse sized package back into his jeans.  Bodie's gargantuan11" had trumped the Mule's formidable 9".  As the cowboy adjusted his package with a deft gesture of his hand and a shake of his hips, he looked me squarely in my eyes, and said...

“Yes, you're a fuckin’ sissy!”

That was all this Mule needed to hear. It was showdown time in the Old West. No one was going to call Mule a sissy and get away with it. As you know, when a Mule gets mad, it gets dangerous.

I quickly drew back to punch Bodie only to be pre-empted with a fist to the jaw and a series of punches to my ripped gut, and then a knee to my mighty chin, sending me to the ground, and a devastating kick to my hurting middle, sending the air from my big lungs. As my foe drew back his leg again, this college jock managed to catch it and upend the hairy, bearded muscle man, sending HIM to the ground, before flinging myself upon the half-nude assailant, and raining thunderous blows upon my enemy, before rising and hurling Bodie to the ground.

 "Feel that power, brah" I gloated.

Suddenly, with an almost bestial roar, Bodie shot off the ground with both fists extended and slammed them into my stomach, Superman-style. I choked as I gasped for air, and my eyes widened as my rock hard abs collapsed. The Mule had been caught by surprise with no chance to tighten up.

"OK, so now I've felt it, stud, and it didn't mean dick." the cowboy chuckled, "so let's feel a little of my power, shall we?"

Bodie squared off and landed an uppercut which nearly wrenched my handsome head from my thick shoulders, and as I staggered stunned, Bodie caught me in an over the hip torture rack.  With one arm holding me in a bent position over his massive thigh, Bodie used his free hand  and punched this nearly unconscious Mule in the balls repeatedly. My loud  bellows of male agony echoed through the desert night air as he did. . Bodie then raised me in a power bomb position, and gave his overmatched adversary,  a flying power bomb, almost making a  crater in the ground. Bodie landed savage stomps with his cowboy boots to my chest, face, and stomach until I was fully unconscious.

When I opened my eyes I thought I must be dreaming a nightmare. My jeans had been stripped off me, leaving me nude. Standing over my now naked body was Bodie, with one of his hands down the front of his now unbuckled jeans, stroking his cock. He glared down at me. "Now pretty city boy, you are going to learn what a little sissy you truly are!”  I could almost hear the dueling banjos from Deliverance as I realized that this cowboy meant to humiliate me in a manner I had never imagined, he was going to make me his "cowgirl" for the evening. 

Hurriedly I sat up only to be hit hard in the jaw by Bodie’s knee. I fell back, dazed by the powerful blow. While my head was reeling and my body limp, my tormentor mocked my impotence. Grinning triumphantly, Bodie pulled down his jeans, his only garment,. His great fully erect cock, 11” long and thick, pulsated up and down as the cowboy flexed his magnificent chest with its perfectly rounded pecs. Playfully he bounced his mounds making them dance. He then flexed his guns, sensually licking them one at a time. He followed it up with a jaw dropping lat spread and a most muscular pose. I stared in wonderment at the man.   What a sight! The muscle packed Cowboy  is the fucking definition of manly.  His thick and expansive body hair, his confidence, and the weight and texture of the huge meat between his legs were working in concert to make me feel like a young boy in the presence of a grown ass-man. His chiseled physique was incredible. And he was as hot as fuck! Bodie couldn’t help but notice Mule’s own great cock rising to the occasion. “Do I turn you on … boy,” Bodie said as he pursed and licked his lips, looking at my now hard, throbbing cock. “Want to feel a real cowboy on top of you pressing his muscled body up against you? Want to be fucked by a man … a real man? Huh, do ya? sissyboy?" He reached over palming my woozy head like a basketball and forced an affirmative nod. I was mortified even in my haze, but helpless to respond to the impending danger.

Straddling my naked frame, Bodie sat down on my mammoth chest, his knees pressing hard into my massive shoulders. Bodie’s great cock lay directly over my face his ball sack draped over my chin. As he flexed his 22” arms he bounced his cock up and down, constantly smacking your bested hero in the face. I stared at his massive cock as the cowboy’s thick folds of foreskin stretched. As it did so, gobs of cock cheese were released from their fleshy envelope surrounding Bodie’s bulbous dick head. The smell of his cock cheese was intoxicating. It filled my nostrils along with the wafts of mesquite campfire smoke circling about our naked bodies. In the distance, coyotes howled their wild, haunting cries.

I winced as I tossed my head from side to side trying to avoid that heavy truncheon of flesh beating my face. And all the while Bodie was laughing, having a great time humiliating this young bodybuilder. “Okay sissy boy, open your mouth. You’re going to service a real man,” ordered the cowboy.

“NO!” I cried defiantly, trying to move my still sagging muscles.

“Oh yes you will,” stormed Bodie as he moved his body down to rest his rock-hard muscle-butt on my impressive eight pack abs.  He could feel my own monster of a cock riding up his butt crack.

Bodie moved up and dropped his hard muscular ass on my chest, as he pinned my arms to the ground with his knees. He forced my head into his crotch, suffocating his fallen muscleman opponent. Bodie's giant cock waved into the air in all its thick, throbbing glory. He directed my mouth to it and I resisted, mumbling in a pathetic protest as my lips were forced around Bodie’s horse-sized cock.  Bodie tightened his grip on my hair as I continued to resist. "Take it!" he ordered. 

 

 "OK, I will make you take it , then....!" Bodie chuckled.  He pounded on my chest like a tympani player in an orchestra, driving the air out of my lungs, forcing me to open my mouth to gasp desperately for breath. 

I hollered out in pain, unaware my mouth was wide open. Bodie instantly rose up on his haunches. He leaned forward placing his hands on both sides of my head. He shoved his great sex beast into the open mouth.I dropped my head and mouth over his glistening 11 inches, taking as much as I could. But it was too fuckin’ long and big around for me. Pushing my mouth farther, I struggled to suck in another inch of cowboy cock. My eyes bugged out of my head as Bodie rammed his fuck-pole all the way in, cramming the cockhead against the back of my throat. 

The Cowboy stud had forced you Mule to become a cocksucker!

Sadistically the cowboy began to ravenously face fuck his beefy prey. “Ooh, yeah, blondie, that feels real good, Ahh, that’s it pretty boy, suck that cock. Oh yeah, suck it boy, suck it real good …” moaned Bodie as I went to work on the 11 inches of rawhide-smelling cock. Almost immediately, precum and drool began spilling from this Mule’s full lips. I ate Bodie’s boner while my other hand squeezed and pulled on the hairy sac of big cowboy nuts. The thick black pubic hair was warm and damp, and smelt of sweat and musk - yeah, of sex.

With a shock I realized I was getting turned on....''Fuck...You gotta taste this, buddy,” panted your Mule, as  I pulled my lips from the the horse cock...we hadn't showered in three days on this hot trail ride, the taste of his dick was pure man.  Bodie leaned over, stuck his long tongue in my mouth, and tasted his own dick second hand.

Then Bodie sat straight up as he resumed his face fucking, powering his hips like pile drivers to push and pull his great hunk of man-meat up and down your Mule’s throat. As I got into sucking the cowboy’s cock, licking it, sucking the constant load of pre-cum that covered the head, swirling his tongue all over it, Bodie posed his fantastic body, flexing his arms, doing a lat spread, most muscular poses, pinching his own nipples, clasping his hands behind his head as he continuously groaned in total erotic ecstasy.  The groin-stirring display of masculine muscle was seriously undermining my commitment to pussy! I was turning queer for the rugged cowboy muscleman! 

This range rider was one hell of a man. Even though his furry body stank of sweat, hay, and leather, I was eager to rub my naked, shaved-down body against his over and over. I wanna feel every inch of his hairy, muscle packed body against mine!  “Come on, blondie, suck it harder!” the dominant Cowboy shouted.

“Ahh, you suck cock good, real good boy. Keep it up. You’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever had. I think I’ll make you my full time bitch … boy. Would you like that, to be my full time bitch?”

Unable to respond with a mouth full of manmeat, I let the question drift off in the air. “I bet you’ll make a great fuck bitch too,” crowed Bodie.

Bodie flexed his pro-bodybuilder sized bicep and hooted: “Who’s the man?!”

“I am!” I gasped, spitting Bodie's cock from my mouth.

“I bet you‘d make a pretty fair fuck bitch yourself, Bodie,” countered your Mule with a lecherous gleam in my eyes. “Why don’t we find out.”

Before Bodie could respond, I kicked up a knee, hitting Bodie square in his wide back. The move barely budged the powerful beast, but it was enough for me to gain leverage, powering my massive arms upwards  throwing my assailant off of me. Bodie flew up into the air like a sky rocket. When he came down I was standing up and ready for him. I caught him in my arms, hauled him over my head in a gorilla press.  Still spitting Bodie's precum from my mouth, I vowed: “You will pay for that!” Bodie squirmed, vainly trying to escape his inevitable fate. But my revived Mule-strength was so overpowering that there was no way the doomed cowboy could free himself. “You don’t like that, Bodie? No? Then how about this…” 

Bodie yowled for all he was worth as this Mule pressed him into a back splitting bow.  All Bodie could do was whimper like a beaten dog. “Please don’t, man,” he begged.

I rose up taking a wide stance and pulling the hurting Bodie into me as I stood. As Bodie’s fabulously muscular body careened into my equally stunning body, your muscle god wrapped my massive arms around my intended victim’s waist. Bodie uncomfortably found himself captured in the deadly bone crushing vice grip of this blond muscleman’s feared bearhug.  Your Mule instantly burrowed my head under my opponent’s right arm as I applied more deadly pressure to my devastating hold. I am vainly proud of this powerful body and its rippling muscles and NOW I had the supreme opportunity to show off my phenomenal strength by crushing the boastful cowboy Muscleman to pieces in my mighty arms. Knowing that a bearhug was the greatest demonstration of one man’s domination of another, your Mule longed to give Bodie a taste of this ultimate power, to crush his mammoth muscle-bound body to smithereens against my own mammoth muscular body.

I wrapped my 20-inch guns around the small of Bodie’s back. I began squeezing with all my strength.  My face grimaced from this mighty herculean effort. I immediately began to shake hard, pulverizing, my opponent’s huge, muscular body up and down. Bodie felt the awesome power of this blond muscle god. He cried out in pain as he desperately struggled to free himself. “Give up,”  I demanded through clenched teeth.

                

“NEVER!” roared the now defiant cowboy Muscleman as he began to desperately club the broad back of his tormentor with his left hand. “I can’t breathe … I can’t breathe,” gasped the cowboy  Hercules as he continued furiously beating my expansive lats that jetted out like open barn doors. After a series of brutal blows, my grip came apart.  Brodie immediately fisted me in my gut four times in as many seconds,  and I was driven down to my knees by my rival’s ferocious counterattack. Bodie, seeing an opportunity, instantly clobbered my chin with his knee, which jolted this blond gladiator backwards to the ground.

Bodie still aching from my bone mangling crush, clutched the small of his back with one hand, and staggered backward, collapsing against a cactus as he fought for air. The great plates of his chest heaved in heavy, undulating waves as his face registered the intense agony he suffered with every breath he took. Ugly black bruises pockmarked his entire rib cage. He vigorously shook his head, trying to regain his senses as he struggled through the pain.

For a few seconds, I lay on the ground massaging my chin before I slowly clambered to my feet. I, too, shook out my head to wipe away the cobwebs. Seeing my opponent’s distress, as he slumped against the shrub cactus and heavily sucking in air, this bold, blond, city-boy jock took full advantage of the opportunity. Your Mule rushed toward Bodie and jumped up onto his mountainous thighs as I put his hands on the back of his neck and flipped him over onto the desert sand.

The breath was knocked out of the cowboy’s body. Stunned by the suddenness of the move and its affects, Bodie groggily tried to find his feet, only to be met by me, his relentless adversary, who scooped him up and brutally body-slammed him back down to the ground with great authority. The force was so powerful that the ground violently shook. Bodie was knocked senseless. This blond muscle god grabbed my opponent by his hair forcing him up to his buckling legs. As the beast of a cowboy wobbled in place, I applied a devastating frontal bearhug. The image of the musclebound cowboy being crushed in the massive arms of his equally beefy challenger, our two bodies compressed together, was an epic sight.  Hopelessly caught in this primitive, beautiful, rib-grinding bearhug, Bodie’s face was petrified in pain. Your Mule’s features were etched with determination to crush the life out of my mighty opponent.

I am a legend for my bearhug, and I desperately wanted to show off my great strength to Bodie, to prove I was the mightier of the two of us. I longed to let the Ultimate Muscle Cowboy taste my superior power. I longed to enjoy smashing Bodie’s big muscles against my equally massive body. I salivated over the prospect of feeling Bodie’s muscles surrendering, one by one while in my deadly embrace as I proved that I could make this super cowboy submit by squeezing his muscular body to the breaking point.

I readjusted my arms, again wrapping them around the small of my rival’s back as I ratcheted up the power of my great squeeze. The Ultimate Muscle Cowboy felt the deadly power of his triumphant opponent. The Trailguide’s face was contorted in horrific agony as he bellowed out in excruciating pain. With all my might, I attempted to crack Bodie’s ribs. “Give up!” I roared again as his face winched from his great effort.

Bodie knew he was in dire jeopardy;  His handsome visage, already distorted by the pain, showed the immense physical pressure his great body was under. Your Mighty Mule continuously poured on more pressure. The cowboy muscleman’s back and ribs, bruised beyond all recognition, were being systematically softened up for the kill. His breathing was being constricted from entering into his mountainous chest. A helpless Bodie was feeling his stamina being drained from his great body as his head rolled about his thick bull neck.

With each mighty squeeze, Bodie wailed for all he was worth as his body jerked, tugged and pulled vainly trying to find an avenue of escape. Whenever he’d put his hands under my jaw and attempt to push this college jock’s head and body away, your blond muscle god simply powered-up my hug and squeezed ever harder. Bodie would scream and drop his arms.  His torso was leaning backwards as was his head; his mouth was wide open; his breathing was laborious and disconcerting to hear; his arms hung lifeless at his sides, and his legs barely supported him. He appeared as if he were out cold on his feet. I sadistically relished how I was destroying him so handily.  I was sure that he had never known such bone crushing pressure on his back or ribcage before. My Mulepower was driving him toward unconsciousness.

Standing straight up in front of my opponent once again, I was hissing spit from the corners of my mouth in near rabid triumphalism. “Now who's the sissy? Huh? Who?”

But there was no reply. The Ultimate Muscleman cowboy collapsed backwards in the arms of his mighty tormentor, which gave me, his overpowering opponent even better leverage in my deadly hug.   A helpless Bodie dropped his arms as if they were made of lead. He cringed as he cried out in agony. Bodie once more lifted his hands upward as if he was finally surrendering. He threw his head back to bay at the night sky in sheer agony.

As Bodie reached skyward with both hands, He flexed his mammoth arms to gather up his strength. Then he rammed his arms down in between your blond muscle god’s sweaty arms and started to power out of the savage, crushing hold.  I felt my mighty 20"arms begin to be pried apart as Bodie begin to work his own huge 22" pythons around me! I felt sudden fear as I realized this cowboy of steel was reversing my bearhug hold!!!

As the two big men wrangle for position, the cowboy locks his massive arms around my narrow waist, under my ribcage. The muscleman’s guns flexed to incredible size as he began to crush this college muscleboy in his fearsome grip. "UUUUUGH" is the only sound from me as air forces its way from my fortress-like chest. The big cowboy showed off his power by utterly controlling my powerful 262 pounds of solid collegiate muscle.  Both musclemen writhed in pain, groaning and gasping for breath.  Like two massive boa constrictors we struggled to crush the life out of each another.  Sweat poured from our bodies, our faces burned red from the strain as we winced from the others pulverizing might, our muscles bulging to their limits, our chests heaving.  The torturous pain of the cowboy’s bearhug was getting to me.  I couldn’t breath.  I started to feel faint.  I lost my grip.  My arms fell to my side as the cowboy’s might proved too much for me.  “Uuuuuuhhhhh! ......oooooooowwwwwwww!” I groaned as the  Herculean cowboy savagely crushed his challenger against his monstrously muscled body.  A sadistic grin plastered Cowboy’s face as my futile attempts to escape only delight him.

I struggle to break free  but the bodybuilder cowboy flexes again crushing more air from my big he-man's chest. "AAAAAHHHHH" I groan as the cowboy's mighty arms flex to amazing size.  “We both wanted to which of us was the strongest....”  the cowboy  hisses in my ear...  “...well, now we know....”  The cowboy flexed his 22"gunz around my muscled torso and squeezed, and spit and air exploded out of my mouth, leaving no doubt that he was indeed the strongest! The cowboy tormented this big football player in his bearhug as his huge biceps bulged and flexed and his huge pythons begin destroying my mighty body.  The powerful cowboy's huge rock-solid biceps and triceps exploded with power again and when this happens I can't hold back the reaction.

"AAAAARGH! DAMN!"  I shout as my own heavily muscled arms stretched out to the ground in agony. This beefcake college-boy was now being manhandled by the  muscleman cowboy. My signature finisher the bearhug was now being used to finish me.  The cowboy's powerful muscled arms turned into bands of iron and the big he-man muscleman flexed again crushing more air from this younger muscle stud's big chest.  The older muscleman strained as his mighty arms flexed.  The cowboy jerked harder on his arms to strengthen his grip around me, till I thought my ribs would break.  The cowboy gave me another hard jolt, groaning himself with the utmost effort as he stepped up the punishing squeeze.  My mouth shot open by pain, as I lay crushed into my opponent’s rock solid front, and the cowboy himself also groaned from the strain of his efforts.  The cowboy's teeth barred as he struggled to find the might necessary to keep up this squeeze.  But his strength was motivated by the desperate groans from the squirming muscle trapped against his massive heaving chest, and he gave another body-weakening squeeze of crushing might from his fearsome arms. The Cowboy was a real man, a man's man - I could feel The Cowboy's hard chest and stomach rubbing against my skin - the coarse fur wearing away at my smooth skin. I could smell The Cowboy's manly musk - the scent was so overpowering that I could actually taste The Cowboy in my mouth. I could hear The Cowboy's deep, arrogant voice laughing at me, calling me names, reveling in my rapidly  approaching defeat. The Cowboy continued playing mind games with this 'invincible' college stud.

"Yeah, how’s that feel, college boy? Ya ever been crushed before? Feel the power of my biceps. I could  crush ya to death with these arms of mine....and leave your body in the desert for the vultures!"  "You give muscled SISSY boy? Submit or I'll break you in half!! You're finished..." the cowboy gloated, as he displayed his power over this moaning, helpless muscleman. I was locked in the bear hug being crushed against the cowboy's massive sweat drenched chest. I felt the pure power of this  huge bodybuilder cowboy, as my fucking ribs and back felt  like they were about to splinter. He was stronger than me, and he had beaten me....I was defeated!

"SAY IT, OUT LOUD...!" Bodie demanded with a growl.

"YOU ... WIN....!" I groan.  "You are the strongest..."  I moaned and surrendered, admitting my defeat.  I had been outmuscled and humiliated by this giant Cowboy with near-inhuman strength. The stronger man had won!

The Cowboy says in a low growl.... " Yeah, I kicked your ass, City Boy. But I'm not finished with you yet, Mule!!" as he reached down with one hand  and smacked my naked tanned muscle butt hard leaving a red print of his hand.  

The cowboy was lusting over my spectacular bubble buns.  “Your fine smooth stallion  ass belongs to me, Muscleboy!!” He declared. “Now, Sissy-Boy,  we can start your deflowering... you have one awesome ass, boy, I can't wait to get in it...yeah, that's right I’m gonna fuck you up your ass with my jackhammer, big boy,"  --the He-Man stated calmly, almost matter-of-factly.    

BRODIE LONGED
TO TAP MULE'S
BIG MUSCULAR ASS

“No!  No!  Never!”  “Never!  Never !  Aw!  Aw!  Aw!  Aw! ... Never!” I cried.  The cowboy just scoffed: “Tough guy huh....  “I am going to take your ass now, and there is nothing you can do to stop me” he growled  as he rubbed his monster fuckpole  on my rippling abs.  I felt my sphincter involuntarily twitch and then clinch with anticipatory dread 

“I’ve always loved fucking big muscleboys like you.  I love hearing you scream for your life as I rape you into submission.  I really get off on that ... watching you guys cry and beg as if for your life. The bigger you guys are the louder you scream. Nothing like emasculating a fellow muscle man and making him your bitch!” 

 "Fuck that shit....you ain’t getting my  ass... no way you are butt-fuking me....!!!!!"  I shouted, and like a giant ape gone berserk I let out a great roar. 

"I've raped anyone I wanted since I was 18 years old, city boy-some almost as big as you- and none of the dozens of men that I raped were powerful enough to stop me!"   Brodie bragged.

In an act of pure desperation I lifted my musclebound prey off his feet and raced toward the cactus where I plowed Bodie’s broad back into it. The Cowboy Muscleman wailed from the powerful impact arching his back as he screamed out. Then I drove a series of shoulder blocks into Bodie’s stomach. Using all my weight, your blond college jock followed this up in a classic American football style with a series of running, jumping shoulder slams, into my rival’s abs, as well as a tremendous series of gut-wrenching punches to his mid section.

With my self-confidence fully restored, with one mighty roundhouse gut punch I lifted the Cowboy off his feet.    Bodie doubled over and collapsed onto the ground, his massive arms clutching his stomach.  I was quickly upon him, standing over him raining down one lethal blow after another on his defenseless body.  I got him in a reverse front headlock as I beat away at his back and shoulders with massive blows of my fist.  Bodie was forced to all fours under the onslaught.  Again I hauled the Cowboy up and continued my beating driving him all over the desert floor.  Bodie tried in vain to protect his face and dodge the rapidly fired blows.  He bobbed and weaved as best he could but my fierce attack came too fast and furious to stop them all.  Eventually he was pummeled down to his knees as I stood in front of his face.

Gloating I chortled, “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it Cowboy!” as I swung my hips, violently smacking my cock into Bodie’s face to make my point. With my mighty cock in my hands, I laughing began to unceremoniously beat the Cowboy's face with it, even wiping it all over his head for emphasis.   Then I easily lifted the Cowboy up over my head and viciously body slammed Bodie to the ground knocking the breath out of him. Senseless, the Cowboy put up no resistance as I again reached down to flip Brodie up over my shoulder in an excruciating backbreaker.  I strolled around sadistically bouncing the Cowboy up and down to deliberately increase the torturous pain I was inflicting.  Then with a piledriver I smashed the Cowboy's head into the ground rendering him almost unconscious.  Laying prostrate Bodie's body was again subject to barbarous blows and savage pummeling as I straddled Bodie's thighs, maliciously attacked his chest, stomach and arms, bashing the biceps of the strongman until they were bruised black and blue

“Well, Tex, now whaddaya say, huh?” I Mulishly asked as I pulled on the cowboy’s dense beard.

MULE

Bodie  was a spent force, whimpering incoherently as I pinned him to the rocky ground. What once had been a powerful cocky cow-puncher had been reduced to a cringing, mewling ruin of a man. He was totally at my mercy.  

Now was the time to prove that I had over-powered and dominated this super cowboy.  I toppled the naked, hairy man onto his spread-out sleeping bag, pinning down his arms and legs.

Bodie spit a large gob of saliva at me, in inexplicable renewed defiance of this naked bodybuilder who had just bested him.

BODIE

“That’s my answer, sissy” he said, looking up , his voice filled with contempt. “And if you don’t like that, then I suppose you’ll just have to suck my fuckin’ cock again!” This cowboy bitch was not going to call Mule a sissy again and get away with it. And besides, my gun was still hot, cocked, and fully loaded from the first beat down I had given him. Bodie, I decided then and there, was going to be eating his words, among other things, before the pale desert moon set behind the sage-covered mountains.

  I straddled the handsome cowpoke’s face with my sweat-soaked body, ramming my swollen nine inches past his bristly mustache and straight into his large, hot mouth.

“Eat this, pardner!” I laughed as I squeezed my thighs against Bodie’s beard and forced my cock deeper into his throat, gagging him in the process. I pushed and pushed, wanting him to taste all of my fat dick. His beard scratched my jiggling balls as I continued ramming. I was going to make sure that he’d never call me a sissy again.

“Suck it!” I shouted. “Suck every fat fucking inch!”

As he greedily ate my horny dick, Bodie kept his eyes glued to mine, turning me on all the more. The message was clear—he loved every fuckin’ minute of it. And I could see why: rawhide, horses, leather, rope, boots, denim, and lots of rough, rugged men packing Grade A beef between their saddle-toughened thighs.

I was straddling Bodie’s face. My baby-smooth balls were getting the sucking of a lifetime as they bobbed in and out of the trail rider’s hot mouth. Bodie’s tongue darted to and fro over the large, drooping sac, his lips lovingly embracing one nut and then the other over and over again to the accompaniment of loud, wet slurps.

“Eat my balls, Bodie! Eat those city-boy nuts! Oh, yeah—that’s it, chomp on ‘em real good!” The horny man couldn’t get enough. He grabbed my thighs as though they were chin-up bars and lifted his gaping mouth higher to take in more of my blond hunk sperm sac.

As much as I enjoyed Bodie sucking on my cock, I wanted more. And so did Bodie

“It’s time to do some bronco bustin’,” I shouted .

 I bet ol’ Bodie ain’t never seen a sissy ride a wild stallion, huh?”

The cowboy said nothing as I positioned him on his chapped knees with that wide, saddle-hardened ass of his sticking straight up into the desert sky. I kept Bodie’s head firmly planted against the ground, caressing his beard with my sticky fingers.

“You better fuck me good ‘n’ hard or don’t waste your time, boy,” he mumbled to the blond hunk mounting his upturned ass cheeks.

“You mean like this?!!” As he finished his last word, I rammed my entire nine inches straight into the gaping, fur-lined hole. The cowboy’s massive body lurched forward.

‘Arghh! You son of a bitch!” the surprised man screamed as the human spear penetrated his gut. The sound of flesh smacking on flesh filled the smoky air like the snapping of a whip. My expression was one of ecstasy, knowing that I had hit pay dirt. Below, Bodie’s face was contorted, still trying to absorb the shock of such a huge man buried within him. Like a jackhammer, this blond began pumping my cock in a steady, relentless rhythm. The ease to which both the cowboy and his rectum became receptive to my powerful pumping made me suspect that this just might not been his very first rodeo-if you catch my drift.

“Ride my ass, you fucker!” Bodie cried, squirming his butt in sync with my piston-like thrusts. Against the fading light of the campfire embers, this sweaty muscleman humped away in wild abandon, pushing myself deeper and deeper. My balls slapped up against Bodie’s own large, hairy nut sac, stirring the milky loads in both of us.

“Still a sissy, huh?” I demanded as I smacked my hand against the cowboy’s rawhide-tough ass cheek.

Clenching his teeth in the jumbled mixture of pleasure and pain, Bodie grunted between his fucker’s body blows. I looked at him with a devilish grin. “Maybe this will convince you.” Saying that, I suddenly wrapped my muscled arms about the cowboy’s heaving torso, and in one fell swoop the two of us flipped over like a single mass of flesh. Without missing one fuck beat, I now lay on my back, shoving my cock into the man lying atop me, the two of us still in a tight embrace. Bodie’s large body bounced up and down off my bodybuilder’s sticky groin. Sweat flew in all directions as the fuckfest intensified.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!” screamed the cowboy over and over.

Mule and Brodie:
The Butch and Sundance of the West

Your powerful Mule was in his glory as I plowed my rock-hard cock furiously into the trail rider’s hairy hole. “Sissy? Huh, cowboy?” I again demanded. “Who’s a sissy now?”

Brodie's big cock was famed
on the trail
and immortalized in many
a camp fire song.

Virtually exhausted, Bodie conceded to this blond. His formerly gruff voice was now reduced to a whisper. “I give in. That’s it. You win, boy."

The showdown was over.

EVERY TIME BRODIE NOW THINKS
ABOUT HIS TIME WITH MULE:
HE JUST HAS TO HOWL AT THE MOON

I gently rolled the defeated cowboy onto the sleeping bag, slipping my cock from the burning fuck hole. Bodie lay on his back trying to catch his breath while I dropped onto the sweat-soaked sleeping bag alongside the naked cowboy. We shared a sleeping bag for the rest of the trail ride. My eyes searched the starlit skies, catching a glimpse of the pale moon dropping behind the distant mountains and I thought that THIS was how the WEST was WON.