Delay in Dallas

Story by Writer-brah Mule, edits by Edit-brah Stefan, original art by Artish-brah Steve.

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I was sitting in the Dallas Airport waiting for my flight to Denver.  I travel regularly to Texas for work and usually it goes off without a hitch.  Then this HBB gets on the horn at the check in desk and tells us that the flight has been delayed because the pilot cut his finger and might require stitches.  WTF, I thought.  I have to be inconvenienced because the pilot got a paper cut? I wanted to give the pilot some REAL reasons to require stitches.  The check-in sloot had no information about when the flight might be able to take off.  I thought I was flying the FRIENDLY SKIES not the GODDAMN PUSSY SKIES.  I sat back down in one of those  uncomfortable undersized airport chairs with a petulant thud.  Then I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear.. "Damn shame...but I have checked and there IS a later flight, care for a bit of energetic fun before hand?"  I looked up, my eyes meeting those of none other than Grappler Dan.  

Grappler Dan!  Bursting out his shirt with muscles even bigger than the last time!!!

Care for a bit of energetic fun before hand?

Now there was someone I hadn't expected to see again, small world.  I lit up like a Christmas tree, and it was not only because I was glad to see him.  I had been in a bit of a funk since Jayson had seized my man card and this was a perfect opportunity to have it re-issued.

Beats hanging around here, twiddling my thumbs!

Dan led me to  MinuteSuites over on Terminal D  (we were in Terminal E) where Dan rented an "Alamo" premier suite, for the "extra room" that we would be needing.  "Nice to see you again, Mr.  G-----", Becky, the very cute, smiling, blond clerk drawled.  "I see you have some reward points, would you like to use those today?"

"Sure" said Dan flashing Becky a killer, flirtatious smile that indubitably made her instantly moist.

"One hour or two?"  Dan looked over at me appraisingly, "Better make it two, we have a lot of work to do."   "Here is the Internet password," Becky said officiously, "Enjoy your stay."  I was about to ask when Becky went on break, wanting to tap that sweet Dallas cowgirl, but felt a tug on my arm, "Let's go Mule, time is a-wasting."  Becky watched us depart longingly, her eyes lasering our perfect ass bubbles outlined in the fabric of our trousers.

In the suite, I stripped down naked , and Dan took off his wedding ring and stripped down to his boxer briefs.  "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he said provocatively. 

I’m going to best you again...Dan stated matter-of-factly
 as he stripped down for action

 We assumed our wrestler's crouch, muscles a-rippling.

Dan was a classically handsome  youthful 40-something, sure he  had garnered a few gray hairs in his blond mop since last I encountered him, but was still a total stud that had my cock throbbing.  He stood 6’2” and weighed 250+- of hard lean muscle, the guy must of been pulling less than 7% body fat... so a near mirror to my 6’3” and 260. Both of us were displaying solid six packs of iron-hard abdominals.

I won't take it as easy on you this time, though 

“I am sure glad I ran into you again, Mule. I never thought I was going to have the  chance to best you again, you were one of my more formidable challengers. I won't take it as easy on you this time, though. I’m going to completely destroy you for the next hour.” His pecs heave and the veins in his arms are throbbing. 

Dan says, "When you realize that you cannot go on, when the idea of continuing this match to its inevitable conclusion becomes too much, you can end the torture. I will stand in the middle of this room. You will crawl to me. You will kneel before me with your head bowed. You will present yourself  for my bearhug.  Only then  will I allow the match to end  and take my final prize. Do you understand?"  I gave a sinister smile, Grappler Dan was in for a surprise, this time it wasn’t going to be ME that was bested, that man-card was as good as re-issued. 

 I’m going to completely destroy you for the next hour

After some initial muscle posturing and circling, the two titans closed, each wrapping massive arms around his intended victim. I could feel his big dick on my rock hard abs ... as we were pressed close in our ‘vice-grip off’.   Wedged together in vice-like grips, we were both super-charged with combat hormones and each of us had erected a massive fully hard boner ... both of us honed and horned, our muscles straining as we jockeyed for advantage, which to Dan's surprise and chagrin, quickly shifted to me.

I proceeded to drop Grappler Dan in a series of throw downs, but he always managed to elude being pinned.  I was feeling very confident, this was going swimmingly well. 

I proceeded to drop Grappler Dan in a series of throw downs

Maybe just a tad....TOO EASY.  A fleeting, gnawing thought grew into deep misgivings.  I began to suspect he was toying with me, assessing the current state of my skills and trying to tire me, while he saved most of his energy.  I grabbed his arm and swung him into me wrapping him in a bearhug set to MY ADVANTAGE, although he endeavored to put me in a bearhug of his own.

Grappler Dan found himself captured in my deadly bone crushing vice grip, his own grip still pressed on the handsome younger Mule, but I was clearly winning this contests, and was increasingly growing confident of assured victory.  

"The great thing about these suites is they have a sound-masking system, which is good not only for masking noise from the outside, but will muffle the sound when you cry out in pain, Mule."

“You mean YOUR screams, right? I am winning this contest!” I growled.

But Dan took advantage of my momentary distraction to shift his arms and lace his hands  together in a giant sledgehammer which he pressed into the anvil of my back.  Specifically around the narrowest part of my wide back ... putting his fist right over the juncture of my L5-S1 vertebrae, and I let loose the shriek he had anticipated. 

...a giant sledgehammer which he pressed
into the anvil of my back...

 He squeezed hard, and it was like the crush of a junkyard car compacter  as he dug his fist into my L5-S1 locus. 

MMMM GOOD, you taste of defeat, MULE!

 My jaw swung open, and a huge gush of air rushed from my mouth along with a spray of saliva as I lost a lungful of air like a whale expelling air and fluid from his blowhole. As he dug deeper into my spine, I felt excruciating pain shooting down my sciatic nerve  and a deep moan of agony came out of my mouth sounding like a Moose mating call.

I have to break free SOON!

This was no longer a challenge of bear-hugs, but a one-sided vise, with your Hero hanging on for dear life!  I felt like a steamroller was flattening my spine.

Caught in a vise-like grip!

I felt sudden sympathy for all the toothpaste tubes I had worked over across the years. 

Pain radiated up and down my body...

Won't be long now!

Pain radiated up and down my body, spiraling down into my glutes, through the back of my legs, into my calves and then feet, so that my lower extremities rioted with pain for a moment, before both of my big legs went numb.

...both of my big legs went numb

Meanwhile in the other direction, it was like the amusement park high striker.  Well, the Mule was having his bell rung for sure, like Bluto in a High Striker! 

Grappler Dan continued work over your hapless Mule. I felt my muscles surrendering one after another, in a chain reaction of destructive submission. 

The punishment  was relentless. Dan flexed his cantaloupe-sized biceps; and they sunk into my sides compressing my ribs ... my arms dropped and hung uselessly at my side

 I had been here before, and know it did not end well.  I could not even form words, just a series of moans and groans.  Pressing our muscle-bound bodies together, Grappler Dan-- grunting with glee … slowly, ever so slowly, he built up the pressure, deliberately ratcheting up the horrendous torment like he was turning a dial.

"Yeah, I know ... you feel my power  ever growing, Mule ... while yours dissipates...but I remember just how tough you are, and I am going to have to amp it up a bit. This match will end with your destruction at my hands..." he hissed through clenched teeth.

With that, he suddenly released the bear hug.  He gives me a minute or two to get some air back in my lungs.

Dan walks up to me and flexes his mighty body. I follow suit. We hold our flexes and move into the center of the room, slamming torsos. I nod and smile a cocky smirk.  I’m over my initial shock, so I'm excited for this challenge. 

As we flex, Dan  nods his head towards his flexed left arm. He says, "You really think you can hang with this, Mule?" 

I look at his impressively cut bicep. It's definitely big and powerful, but it's also a ruse. Like a novice, I fall for the oldest trick in the book. With my attention diverted, Dan thrusts his flexed arm over my shoulder and around my neck. In one fluid move, he pulls my head down, plants his foot across me and flips me to the floor. THUD! As I crash down, Dan grabs my left arm and locks on an arm bar. He falls back, wraps his legs around my arm with his feet over my thick chest. Dan wrenches my arm hard. I moan as I gather my wits. I've been in arm bars plenty of times, but he is really cranking and twisting it hard. Dan lifts his feet and slams his size 13 feet  into my chest. He does it again and again. ARGH! I flex my pecs to resist, but that just diverts my attention from getting out of this hold. 

"Get ready, you're about to give, Mule!" 

"Nev --" Dan grabs my hand and quickly forces my hand back while twisting, sending a shock wave of pain through my arm. I scream out, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!" Dan releases my arm and stands up as I shake out my wrist. He plants his foot on my chest and flexes. I look up at him, in stunned disbelief. What the fuck happened? I push Dan's foot off my chest and sit up. 

Dan is still flexing as I stand up, still completely confused.  Okay, weird, but I just freaked out by the suddenness of his move. It felt like my wrist was broken, but I just overreacted. 

I give the guy his props. "Okay, nice move. That's one for you. Let's go." 

Dan walks up close. He says, "That was pretty pathetic. You couldn't even last a minute against me, Mule." 


I didn't realize I was going to have this kind of match. I pride myself in not getting thrown off my game, quite so easily, so I respond, "Yeah, yeah, you're a real tough guy. Let's go."  I recognize that whatever I thought was going to go down coming in, this isn't going to be what I imagined...not going to be a "fun match." At least not a fun match for the Mule.

We rise and circle. I’m wary now. I’ll be more careful from now on. It's not that big a deal. There's a lot of time and it isn’t like I need to win all the falls anyway. 

We lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. I move first, bringing my knee up into his midsection. He grunts from the move. As he bends forward, I move him into a side headlock. I squeeze tightly, but he just laughs. Dan pushes me off with ease. When I turn to face him again, I see him charging at me. I recognize that he’s about to launch into a crossbody, so I raise my arms to catch him and slam him. However, Dan is a step ahead of me again. When my arms go up, he drops down! 

Dan lowers his shoulder and dives forward, tackling me hard. I lose my breath as we slam down hard, my back taking the full brunt. Dan drives his 250-lbs into my abs then slides across my body, mounting me. As he sits on my stomach, Dan uses his open hands to pound my pecs. He's really going to town on them. I grab for his wrists and buck my hips to throw him off. 

I get a reminder  of Dan's power when he thrusts his hands down, even though I'm holding his wrists. He digs his fingers into my pecs and squeezes hard. I buck more wildly, but Dan stays on top of me. Dan's fingers dig deeper and deeper into my pec muscles. The pain is incredible, but I withstand it. 

As I lift Dan with my hips, he brings his feet forward, getting off his knees and planting his feet into a squatting position. When my hips go down, he rises, lifting me up with him by my pecs. I hold onto his rock hard forearms trying to relieve some of the pressure and shuffle my feet, but my pecs feel like they'll be torn off. I moan in pain, but I don't submit. 

...Dan maintaining his unbreakable grip on my pecs

We circle the room, Dan maintaining his unbreakable grip on my pecs. I kick at his abs until he suddenly releases the hold. My freedom is short lived, as he grabs my wrist and bends my hand behind my head.  I try to counter, but Dan quickly thrusts his right hand forward, pounding my chest with a devastating  Ox Baker style heart punch that flattens me! 

As I lay on my back on the floor, stunned by the heart punch, Dan drops down, planting his package on my face and reapplying the killer pec claw. He grinds and grinds as I scream helplessly into his package. 

I cry out my second submission, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!" 

"Mule, you’re easier than a fucking wrestling dummy.  I am your better in every way. I'm bigger, stronger and smarter. You can't win against me. I will make you submit over and over again ” Dan laughs.

Dan releases the claw, but spins around and sits confidently on my chest. I can’t believe that he has done it again. We’ve wrestled for only a few minutes since he released me from the bearhug, and the score is now 2-0. . Dan flexes as he straddles my chest then rises and moves to the center of the room again. 



This buff stud is sporting power and muscle even beyond my own. Anger pushes back the pain as I stand and face Dan’s rippling body again, this time I’m ready for him, “Let’s see you try that again!” I yell.

“How about it, big Mule! You’ve got all those big ripped muscles and a reputation as some bad-ass  fighter. FIGHT ME! Show me what a big tough guy you are!”  Dan taunts ..."Pansy-Ass! Some big bad fighter! All you can do is whimper and give when you get locked up by a REAL man!”

There is a lot of time and it’s only two falls. I just need to be more careful. 

Still, I’m feeling a little desperate and confused. I can't bounce my pecs, he has thoroughly weakened them. In our previous match Dan did none of this. I realize I need to focus. We circle around again. When we get close, I immediately charge. but Dan turns into me, catches me and lifts  me up across his  chest. 

With that, Dan drops me, bringing me down across his knee in a back breaker that almost knocks me out from pain. He bends my muscular body in half as I scream in agony. Dan presses hard on the backbreaker until my head is touching the floor. I dangle there, helplessly. All my muscles and training are for naught. 

Dan finally pushes me off his knee. I lie there. I cannot move.  I'm dazed and winded. 

I  saw Dan's massive body towering above me and felt his big foot powered by his huge bodybuilder quads as it smashes down on my stomach.   I flexed my abs hard but the pain was still agonizing and he doubled over with a scream.    I  looked up and saw the foot again, this time crashing hard into my bull sized  balls.   

With a sneer, Dan responded to my agonized scream. "Admit it, Mule, you’re beaten, finished.   I won.   This is it, Mule.  You’ve been waiting for this a long time.  This is the beating you wanted. You’re finished, Mule.  I can continue to beat the shit out of you.  You’re all mine. Or you can give and let me put you out of your misery."

"No more...." I moan.  "I give, I submit.  You win....". I give my third and final submission. It's  3 - 0 and I am done....  This isn't a wrestling match, it's an ass-kicking, plain and simple. Dan has dominated me. 

"Oh so the big, tough Mule is  gonna quit? Afraid of facing more of this?" He throws up a double bicep flex.  Dan was triumphant.   “That’s it, stud, let me hear you beg. Admit that you’re beaten, that I am the best.   Come on... beg, asshole!”


“OK, man.   I’m begging you.   I beg you to stop. I can’t take any more.   Please stop, Dan.   You win.  You’ve beaten me.”

Dan says, "Save your begging. You know how I am going to end this, Mule."  Dan moves his big arms into a bearhugging motion.  "Now, crawl to me on your hands and knees so I can finish you...." 


Dan moved to the middle of the room and  pulled off his boxer briefs,  so we were both now naked. My final crushing and destruction at his hands will naked male to naked male, dicks out,  primitive and animalistic.  He stood like a victorious gladiator just a few steps from me.  

 With every ounce of strength, I roll to all fours and  begin the long naked crawl towards Dan. 

Dan smiled grimly as he taunted the fallen Mule.“Crawl, you big muscled son-of-a-bitch.   I said I’d make you crawl.   Yeah, come on, Mule.   Bring it on.  You thought you were a big, tough stud.   Now look at you, crawling at my feet like an animal.  You're finished Mule.   I’ve broken you.” 

Dan stood watching me crawl.   It was an erotic sight... the beautiful naked  muscle god Mule, beaten  senseless, dragging himself in agony toward him.  Mule's naked chest and his exhausted muscles, stretched to their agonized limit, rippled and flexed, his strong face twisted in pain, as he slowly clawed his way over the floor to Dan.

 It takes me a long time to crawl such a short distance,  but I finally reach Dan's feet.

My hands wrap around Dan's ankles and I pull my body closer. He doesn't move as I use his powerful legs to rise up. It is only a few feet, but I may as well be climbing Mount Everest. My body is wrecked. My big hands slide up his massive legs, resting on top of his thick calves. My head leans on the inside of his knee as I need to take a break. Still, he doesn't move. My hand reaches up behind him and I grab a handful of his hard, round ass. I use it like a rock climber pulling myself up. Dan doesn't flinch as I am climbing him. My face rests on his cock and balls as I swing my knees under me. Finally, I am kneeling. I lift my head back and look up at him.  His arms are crossed over his thick chest. He is looking down on me, waiting for the inevitable. 


I feel Dan's incredible power as he lifts me up to my feet. “Uuuuuunnnng! Unnnnccch! Arrrrrrgh!" Is all I can get out as I feel his giant hand gripping my short blond hair. My muscular body hangs helpless in the muscleman’s grip as he pulls me upright forcing me to look straight into his smiling face. My body is broken, weak and useless following the destruction this big man has already unleashed upon me. “Please!” is all I can utter as Dan wraps his heavily muscled arms around my waist locking a fist into my lower back and lifting my body off the ground into his devastating bear hug! There is no doubt that Dan is enjoying every painful moment he is inflicting on me.

Dan has a rock-solid physique with massive arm muscles that feel more like cast iron. With each terrible flex the muscleman comes closer to crushing my straining body to extinction! Each deep breath causes the big man’s chest to expand increasing the pressure on my already badly damaged frame.  The man’s powerful arms are compressing my sculptured chest forcing me to struggle for even the slightest hint of oxygen! My own set of firm, finely crafted ab muscles press hard against an unyielding mass of rock-solid power. I flex and strain with all my muscle power and yet I’m unable to resist the unrelenting pressure. My lungs are on fire as I feel consciousness slowly draining from me.

With my body compressed so tightly against Dan’s massive chest I can feel the vibration of his voice even before it thunders in my ear, “There is no way you  can stand up to a man like ME! You've got some muscle on you, but you can’t compete against my POWER! One more good flex from these guns of mine and I’ll snap you in two, big man. Want me to break your back? And crush your ribs?” How about it, Punk! Do you want me to show you some REAL MUSCLE?"

I know Dan has more than enough power to do whatever he wants. The pressure and the pain are so great that I no longer care what he does, I just want it to be over!  Dan is  enjoying every whimper from my battered body. He is appreciating every agonized breath I struggle to take as though he is counting to see which one will be my last, 

Suddenly, the big muscleman loosens  his killer grip and while I am still in agony, and still trapped in his bearhug,  at least I CAN BREATHE! 

 Dan still had me locked tightly  into his signature  bearhug finisher. "You always knew it would end like this, and whether you realize it or not, this is how you wanted it to end..." Dan whispered into my ear and we stood body pressed to body.   In my mind,  I was now ready to be defeated.....as I willingly presented myself to Dan for  destruction.  

He continuously poured on more pressure. My mighty back, powerful chest and ribs had been systematically softened up for the kill. My breathing was being constricted, air prevented from entering into my mountainous chest. My vaunted stamina had been drained away from my body, like Dan had pulled the plug on a bath tub. My head rolled about my thick bull neck like I was a bobblehead.

Dan had turned me into a Mule bobblehead

He lifted me up  ... my eyes bulging while he continued compressing me like a trash compactor. I can take a great deal of pain, I am no slacker in that department, but this had gotten so bad, I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to maintain consciousness.

My neck hung over his back like a slinky, my jaw slack, drool dribbling out of its corners of my mouth and down Dan's spine. I started to go in and out of consciousness ... if felt like my ribs were going to splinter into shards any second ... I was totally helpless and … under HIS control ..."Again you have proven to be no match for me, Mule,” he gloated.  I felt like I was dying in his incredible embrace … inexorably heading  toward submission and ignominious defeat.

He was not only crushing my body, but my pride as well.  Over-matched by Grappler Dan, I began to feel submissive … drawn to Dan's superior power like a moth to the flame. I was seriously man-crushing on this powerful alpha male that was dominating me. It was the bromantic thirst all males feel when confronted by the superior power of another man. It is a mixture of hero-worship, awe and a need to share that enticing power, even if only in yielding to it.  I was his, in mind, body and spirit.

I was his, in mind, body and spirit

Grappler Dan understood all this, as my cock engorged, its long thick shaft pressing against my conqueror. He smiled knowingly. It was over, and He had won. He knew it and I knew it.  When he released me I fell on to the carpet.

...my cock engorged, its long thick shaft pressing
 against my conqueror

"I guess you want me to fuck you now, eh Mule?"

I looked up and nodded in a lovelorn stupor, expecting the refusal after the tease.

"Well, you may have lost the match, but today is your lucky day...you have been wanting this for a long time, haven't you Mule?"

I nodded again.

I guess you want me to
 fuck you now, eh Mule?

Today is your lucky, day!

Dan lifted me up in a fireman's carry and brought me into the bathroom, looking the other door as it was a shared facility.

  He lifted me into the shower and turned on the re-invigorating water.

As I looked up, my eyes skimmed the graceful lines of the strongly sinewy legs that had the definition of fine marble sculpture. I scanned the laddered abdominals that flowed seamlessly to his huge stiff, erect and swollen dick … my eyes slid back up to the massive pecs and big arms that were more than a match for my own, then my gazed fixed on the handsome head upon those broad shoulders. The strong jaw jutted triumphantly.  Dan comes in close, pressing himself into my back. I feel his huge hard cock leaking on my ass cheeks as he grips my shoulder and hair. Dan pulls on my hair and I feel his massive manhood part my perfect ass  as he forces his porn sized cock inside me , and then he lifted me up and plowed my ass in a standing doggy...and the rest of the fuckfest was kind of lost in a blur of semi-consciousness.  

He pounds my ass mercilessly. I moan involuntarily as he fucks me. In and out, long dick style, Dan  takes his final prize with aplomb. It doesn't take long before I feel Dan climax inside me. His entire body shudders and he falls forward, his muscled torso over my wide back. I hear him laughing as he lay there. We stay like until  his softening cock slides out of me. When he finally pulls his over sized cock out of me and backs away, I sag, exhausted.  Then I remember being carried  out to the pull out couch bed, to "sleep it off".

 I have wakened some unknown time later to watch as Grappler Dan put back on his clothes and his wedding ring.  I lay there in a euphoric haze until Dan slapped me out of my reverie.  "Wake up buttercup, our flight will be leaving soon.  I got to say I really enjoyed kicking and then fucking your musclebound ass!"

Once more I had been bested by Grappler Dan, but this time on the ground not in the air.  Still, THIS time he had the decency to fuck me into a Mile Hile Haze rather than leaving me unsatisfied and fapping.  "Something he learned in Vegas," he said, "one has to Carpe Diem."  I am down with that!  Dan fucks almost as good as he grapples, so WIN-WIN.  On the Flight Home, we once more clandestinely  rendezvoused in the lavatory while our plane was cruising at 30k.  We grappled, but not in the conventional sense, essentially Grappler Dan fucked my brains out once again.

Once more into the breach, as THE BARD would say!

Dat GLORIOUS ass is MINE! 

I'm STILL the man, eh Mule?

Don't despair, there is always NEXT time...

I was left sitting on the restroom toilet in a smitten haze draining my hose and shitting Dan's cum out my ass, while my ass was throbbing from the energetic penetration it had just received.  

After I made it back to my seat, the Flight attendant once again came by with a blanket and a card courtesy of Grappler Dan.  This time the card was his business card with his contact information.  Scrawled on the back was: "I fly regularly between Dallas and Denver these days, we must do this again soon."

So to make a long story short I didn't get my mancard back yet, but damn if this wasn't the best flight from Dallas I have ever been on. As for my mancard...don't you worry readers!  You know me, you can't keep a good Mule down.  Until then...there is the Jaysonator.  Did I mention what a PHENOMENAL kisser he is?

Back for some more Jaysonator action, eh Mule?