Just Seven Days: Manlet Heel v. The Baby-face Jobber

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But a deltoid and a bicep, a hot groin and a tricep
Makes me shake, makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand
In just seven days I can make you a man
I don't want no dissension, just dynamic tension
I'm a muscle fan

-Rocky Horror Picture Show

Story by Mule and Stefan, art by Steve, edits by Stefan

My gym buddy Drake is 6'5" and weighs in at 320. To his face we call him Goliath, but when he is not around we refer to him  as  Lennie, after the big, slow, sweet galoot from Of Mice and Men. He even kept rabbits, has a dozen of them...and a most tender heart. He is always entertaining us at the gym about things he "researches" on Youtube. One week it is chupacabras, next it will be about shapeshifting aliens, or chemtrails. His latest hobby horse is the Flat Earth. To all this I just smile, nod and reply:

"You finished using those plates?"

Hey Mule, have you seen that Youtube video on how
 they faked all those dinosaurs?

Still we look out for Lennie...you got to protect those guys who stood on the wrong line when God was handing out brains and common sense, and he is a good pal who will always help you move if you asked. Last Winter his Mom got very sick for a few months, and made me swear to always look out for her boy. After she recovered, I took it upon myself to make a man out of him in just seven days...so in this ridiculous Mule-generated time frame, I set with out with the galoot for a week in Fort Walton Beach, Florida with exactly that end in mind.

So here we were in Fort Walton during the height of Spring Break, with plenty of Sloots and Meatheads for the purposes of instruction  In the mornings I would give Lennie some MMA instruction, and at night be his wingman for sloot hunting. 

Why would I want to sweep your legs, are they dusty?

 Lennie was showing progress with the former, albeit he still lacked a killer instinct, but continued to be hopeless with the latter.  I did FINALLY convince him to refrain from talking about the Flat Earth and Chemtrails... and while I told him he could mention the bunnies, as Sloots loved that sort of shit, he had to remember not to go into excruciating detail about them. So far--so kinda good...but on DAY FOUR, things really started to go SOUTH.

I bet I can find some great shells for my collection!

Did I ever tell you how shells prove a young
 earth? Mule? Mule?  Oh, you are giving that 
poor woman mouth to mouth...

We were on the beach getting some Florida sun, I was talking up some sloots, and Lennie was building a sand castle.  Yeah, I know, but at least I convinced Lennie to help a bodacious sloot with HER castle.

Lennie kind of goes overboard
when it comes to making sand castles...

This familiar looking thick, but buff Manlet comes up to Lennie, who was like twice his size, and LITERALLY kicks sand in his face. I thought I was in the middle of a television trope!

I'd rather have a big fukking massive dude against me than  a roided up manlet .... Jacked manlets are dangerous creatures... you don't know what the fuck they gonna do.  And this Manlet was looking for a fight...but all Lennie did was sputter out sand and say:

"Chill out dude!"

The manlet flexed and laughed: "What a pussy!" then to the sloot: "Shit, sweetie, you standing there in that bikini like that-- you sure are causing a lot of boners out here on the beach. Why is such a fine looking woman as yourself, hanging out with this phaggot when you could have a REAL man, like me?"

"Because I don't date munchkins!"--the bodacious bimbo retorted, showing more balls than Lennie had so far.

"Who said ANYTHING about dating" quipped the Manlet as he lifted his shirt exposing a perfectly defined abs.  The Manlet continued. "I was noticing here, judging from your 'boyfriend' here, that you must really be into muscle. I was just wondering if maybe you might want to see what some REALLY big muscles look like," The Manlet smiled as he began to pull his shirt off, looking deep into the beach babe's eyes.

His thick and deeply ridged abs, came into view first were two rows of brickwork. They  were like two columns of river rock, each individual stone a masterwork of perfection.  He continued to pull his shirt up, over his gargantuan pecs, and over his head.

"Ho Lee Fuk!"  I whispered out loud. "That guy is STACKED!" 
The guy let his shirt fall onto the sand  and  he stretched out his thick body.  "Shit! This guy is freakin' inhuman!" I thought.  I had never seen so much muscle packed onto such a short frame.  His mammoth sized muscles just sat there, comfortably dominating the world, exuding  power.  "So much muscle in one compact, confident package..."

He shook his arms out and flexed his pecs, then tightened his arms as they rested at his sides. They snapped to attention.  He raised his arms out to his sides in a slow, powerful arc, eventually planting his hands behind his thick, muscular neck.  "Shiiiiit," I whispered.  His guns grew to nearly 22 inches of rock-hard beef!  He was cranking out a double biceps shot that was incredible. This guy’s arms were bigger than mine and his chest was freaking huge! His  pecs stood out like a shelf and his lats looked like  Pterodactyl wings. While my abs have that deep cut, washboard look, this man’s abs looked like carved blocks of granite.

The beach sloot stared, her eyes glued on the Manlet's rippling physique.  Her eyes met the cliff-like overhang of his pecs, his golden-tan nipples right in front of her.  The 5'7" super hunk flared his back and shoulders. Her lips turned into an out and out smile as she looked the Manlet up and down.  "Yeah babe, you like what you see."  The sloot looked like she was going to swoon.  I could definitely sympathize, I was getting a boner.

"I t... th... think maybe  it's t...  ti... time for you to go...." Lennie stammered, finally breaking his silence.   

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, SpongeBob. But in a few minutes I WILL be cumming." He leaned into Lennie and said with a grin... "Right inside your girlfriend." 

Clearly the Manlet was still trying to goad Lennie into a fight.  I was tempted to intervene, but thought that would defeat the whole purpose of my training.

"Still, I KNOW that guy... where do I know this pugnacious punk from?"--I thought.

 Lennie was ignoring the provocation and the events going on around him, or perhaps it was just going over the big semi-tarded galoot head, as the autistic, zero social skills lummox  was still happily carving away at the  sand castle.

Being ignored of course INFURIATED the Manlet who was clearly ITCHING for a fight and he slammed his foot into Lennie's masterful portion of the sand castle, smashing it to sandy rubble.

"Oops my bad..." said the Manlet with a laugh... "I hope Mr. Sandbox Boy is not going to have a big boohoo now!"

I hope Mr. Sandbox Boy is not going to have a big boohoo now!

That voice, that face...that attitude...I knew that guy from somewhere...but where? Think Mule, THINK...oh wait...Ft. Walton...college...angry Manlet...THAT WAS THE PENGUIN! Older sure, but clearly no wiser!

I was startled out of my musing, to see my pal Lennie rising to his feet.  You can mess with him, you can mess with his girl...but apparently messing with his sand castle was going too far!

"Yeah, it's about time....Fight me... show me what your big muscles can do..." the Manlet grinned. "My favorite thing in the world is wrecking big dudes like you...." he declared confidently. while he danced his huge pecs in front of Lennie's eyes. 

"Lennie! Flex for us, Buddy!” I shout. 


Lennie raises both massive arms in a double-biceps flex, his entire body rippling with deeply carved, thick muscles with a level of strength that I knew all too well. 

I have to admit all this display of muscle was getting me more and more excited!

Penguin laughed at Lennie's display:  "All show muscle, no fight hustle!"

But by this time Lennie had already been provoked, and the Peng had crossed a line!

Showing surprising  speed for such a big man, Lennie opened well. I catch a glimpse of Lennie’s massive fist a fraction of a second before it smashes into  Penguin's jaw, sending him flying across the sand, landing several feet away on his ass.   I felt my chest swell with pride at my protege, but when the Peng got back to his feet, things started to go  South, REAL FAST.

The Penguin moved towards Lennie with his fists up.  I gulped as I recalled the power of those fists in a sudden and vivid flashback.  I rethink my decision not to intervene, now that I realize that his opponent is THE Penguin.  But the subsequent events unfolded too fast for me to intervene. 

Moving so fast it was a blur, Penguin  hauled back and slammed his fist into the Lennie's stomach. Lennie's washboard abs provide no resistance as the powerful punch forces its way deep into his body. Lennie's  eyes bug out of his head as air explodes out from every orifice it can find as he  doubles over in pain, gripping his stomach in agony.  Lennie starts to drop to his knees but Penguin's left fist to Lennie's lantern jaw straightens him up and leaves Lennie staggering. 

No fair, six of you ganging up on me!

Lennie tries to get his arms up to defend himself but he is unable to block a single punch as Penguin starts throwing body shots into Lennie's huge muscular physique in a whirl of activity.

 I am awed by the Penguin's pro-level boxing skills.  I haven't ever seen fists move like this in person:  the Penguin had hand speed like an in-his-prime Tommy "Hitman" Hearns.  

Just as I start to jump in, Penguin stops. He gazed at Lennie's face, smiled, and then  hauled back and lands an impossibly powerful backhand with the back of his fist against his face, sending big Lennie  in a flying arc across the beach from the power of Penguin’s punch.  

Lennie lands in a heap on the sand, not moving.

              

“What a pussy” Penguin  declared with disdain.  “I knocked him out with just one punch!  And it wasn’t even my best shot!”  

After Penguin knocked Lennie out, the Bodacious Bimbo, who like most sloots was turned on by a good fight, had changed her mind about the Peng  especially after she noticed his fight boner and realized the little guy was packing serious sausage, and thus she followed him up the beach, while I tended to the unconscious lug. 

Lennie was revived, I helped him up to the restrooms and got him cleaned up, as we were leaving, we heard sounds of what seemed like a struggle going on out back. We went around the corner to investigate, and found the Penguin shagging the Bodacious Bimbo. I signaled Lennie to be quiet, and we watched the show, it all being part of my pal's edumucation mind you. Besides, I had plans for the Peng after it was over...

Isn't it good to be with a real man?

I bet you are glad now that you ditched the retard
 and went with me!

You have a boyfriend?  I don't care, I have a wife, whatever
happens in Fort Walton, stays in Fort Walton, sweetheart!

My boyfriend never fucked me like THIS!

YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

I know you are married, but can I be your side chick,
I need to be fucked like this REGULARLY!

This is the first time I didn't have to FAKE an orgasm, OMG!

After the Sloot left, and Penguin had not yet pulled his board shorts back on and was smoking a cigarette, I signaled for Lennie to watch and learn, and moved into the alley to confront the manlet.

Penguin looked up as the shadow of my hulking form fell on him, and gulped.

"We have unfinished business." I said doing my best Clint Eastwood. 

We have unfinished business 

"Who the fuck are you?" snarled the Manlet, like some villain from a Western..."

Who the fuck are you?

"I am the guy whose friend you just beat up, and the guy who beat YOU up back in '07... and the guy now challenging you to a fight in 2016, so you need to ask yourself, DO YOU FEEL LUCKY, PUNK!"

The Penguin's eyes widened in recognition when he realized who I was, at last. His expression then turned to anger AND IT WAS ON!

"Since you're already naked,  let's do this like men.  Primitive and jungle style..." I challenge as I strip off my shirt, then my boots and finally my jeans, letting my enormous cock swing free. 

"I don't care who sees me naked. . I'm jacked and tan and have a huge dick... my toaster sized fists gonna have u screaming & flailing around like a school girl...Ima gonna beat your body till your mashed potatoes...it will be brutal, sweaty and rough...I'm gonna force grunts and groans outta ya like  never before in your long experience of getting your ass kicked....and once I'm done beating the shit out of you, am gonna fuck you till you love me phaggot" the Penguin retorted, seemingly unimpressed by my Herculean physique. 

"I can drop you any time.” I concisely replied, with a touch of bravado. 


Penguin held out his arms.  “So prove it, big guy.   Prove you can beat me and this body is  all yours.”

We two bodybuilders circled each other warily.  While I was taller, we both were similarly jacked, our frames possessed of an eye-popping, sinewy build.  While I had the greater reach and height which I could (and would) leverage to my advantage, we otherwise looked  well matched in size and strength.  We continued to circle, each getting the measure of the other. Each of us was out to prove he was the better man.    Although I was larger, our muscle packed physiques were remarkedly similar.  To be honest, the Penguin was in fact a 3/4 scale version of me!!!


Then suddenly Penguin made his move.   The Penguin attacks, swinging his ham-sized fist in a wide arc.    But though it rebounds off my massive chest, the blow momentarily knocks the wind from me and knocks me back a step.  "Daymn!!!", I think as I brace myself for the follow-up blows, "...that hurt!!!"  Penguin hits as hard as I remember, maybe even harder.   He is also much faster with his punch combinations. My chest is already bruised where his strike landed.  Having had enough of this, I say “OK, little man, now  I'm gonna  fuk u up like a cow in a slaughter house ...cuz u aint shit brah, I eat clowns like u for breakfast, lunch and dinner...I gonna be donkey konging you into a coma....I've done it 4 billion, 984 million-734 thousand and change times, and you ain't no different son!"

I seize the Penguin's incoming fist with my bare hands, enjoying the surprise in the diminutive muscleman’s eyes. I enjoy the prospect of teaching this proud warrior to know true fear.    But Penguin’s steely blue eyes betray no terror, and he grits his teeth in iron determination,and twisting in my grasp loosens my grip. With a burst of super-human strength, he suddenly lunges forward, pressing my back against the brick walls of the ally. 

"UUUOOOOFFF!!!" I grunt as my wide muscular back collides with the immovable wall.  

We wrestle and punch one another, trading massive blows.  Unable to gain an advantage in the exchange of punches, I decide to  end the stalemate by breaking off the battle and stepping back, then  launching my 260 lbs of muscle forward in a football tackle,  hoping to bowl the fireplug of muscle over.  But with incredible speed and dexterity, Penguin catches me, trapping me  in a headlock within his massive arms.  Turning my rocketing body towards the alley walls he adds his own impetus, running along at incredible speed to heighten my already awesome velocity.  I only have time to think of the old physics paradox what happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object as my gorilla noggin was run into the brick wall.
  
  I gained a massive headache, when everything suddenly went black. Like a gigantic bell striking an even more massive gong, my head struck the brick wall of the alley.  Both my head and the wall reverberated with the impact.  Even Penguin felt the force of the collision, releasing his hold and allowing himself to be thrown free a split-second before impact. He went over to his fallen foe, finding me  stunned, holding my head with both hands,  and writhing in pain on the ground.


Grabbing me by the hair the Penguin drags me limply to my feet and presses my back to the alley wall.  He  props me up and, with paralyzing rabbit punches  to my kidneys, temporarily freezes me in place. "UHHHGGGGH!!!  UNGHHHHHHH!!  UNGHHHHHHH!!!"   I grunt as each hammering blow lands.  Then he begins throwing blows, not to my head or body, but to my extremities.  He beats my massive biceps with his fists and drives hard knees into my tree-trunk thick thighs, knotting up my muscles. 

 "UUUNNGGHH!  UNGGHHH!!  UNGHHNNNGH!!!"  I continued to grunt, unable to fight back. Then Penguin laid siege to my powerful body like an army would a great fortress.  He hammers my midsection with his twin Battering-Rams, the massive fists buckling the resistance of my rippling abdominals.  Then he rams his massive fist into my face, driving my head back against the unyielding wall over and over.  The beating is brutal,  and I can barely stand without Penguin holding me upright.  Punch-drunk, I feebly flail back, but Penguin merely laughs and casually wards off my weak blows.  

Suddenly breaking off the attack he steps back several paces.  Lowering his head and pawing the ground like a bull, he charges me, using my earlier attempt at a flying-tackle as his own move. A boulder-sized shoulder catches me under the midriff, driving the air from my already gasping lungs. Having shown me how its done, Penguin rears back, drives forward again, collapsing my heaving midsection . Showing even greater football skills than my own, Penguin continued the maneuver, slamming into my beleaguered  body like it was a Football tackling dummy, until I keeled over at the waist.  

My limp torso slumped over the broad back of the bronzed muscleman.  Straightening up, he crowds me against the wall once more. He stared into my glassy eyes and smirked. I was out on my feet.  Seizing me by the hair, he measures his target and draws back a massive fist and drives it forward with all his prodigious might.  The titanic blow feels like it drove my head through the solid stone masonry. Penguin steps back with a look of gloating triumph on his face as I fall face first onto the alley pavement, barely conscious and thoroughly exhausted from the fury of his assault.

Penguin had opened up a giant can of whup-ass, and this time it was on your MULE!

"Fuck yeah, that's the way it's done, bro.  You ain't shit without your cheap shots. I just kicked your muscled ass. " Penguin gloats.  

"OK, OK... you're a tuff little mutherfucker for a Manlet, I'll grant you that....but we ain't finished by a long shot..." I growl as I spit out a mouthful of blood and saliva. "That was just the warm-up round, Mighty Mouse..now I'm gonna roundhouse that grin off your face!"

Now it was Penguin's turn to suffer as I acquainted him with my renowned five punch combination, that sent the Manlet reeling and seeing double!

Once I had gained the initiative, I kept it and was unrelenting in my punishing assault.  All that Penguin could muster in opposition was mostly a lot of crouching, staggering, moaning, groaning and whimpering. He did get in one good groin kick, for which I exacted a steep payment.

Time for YOU to get your ass kicked!

Not so tough, NOW!

Now THIS is what I call a vacation!

This is for smashing my friend's sand castle!

Penguin still has some fight left in him!

Kick to the groin!

Retaliatory kick to the groin!

That's gotta hurt!

Another kick to the groin!

Ground and Pound!

Sleepy Time!!!

Prone is a position that suits you, Penguin! 

We really have to stop meeting like this--I said with a grin

Teabagging time!

And THAT my friend, is how it is done!

But don't litter!  It is time to throw this Manlet in the trash!

After the fight  I dumped the unconscious Penguin into a dumpster in the alley, and went out with Lennie for some beers to celebrate. It was also an opportunity for SLOOT HUNTING, as I was a man on a mission with only 3 days left to make a man of Lennie!

Dayum these Spring Break co-eds are very hot!  
What do you mean they are also fast and loose,
 are they limber runners?

Two days later, we were at the beach again, as we were every day as it was MY holiday as well as Lennie's "boot camp" and who should show up, but Penguin sporting an array of bruises and contusions.

"Go get him Goliath, time for your REMATCH. We fly home tomorrow!"

Lennie was extremely confident!

"Yeah..." Lennie says,  “now we’re going to fuck YOU up.”

Yeah...now we’re going to fuck YOU up.

Penguin turns  just in time to catch a glimpse of Lennie’s massive fist a fraction of a second before it smashes into his jaw.

Penguin  lands face first in the sand, severely dazed from the power of the big guy’s punch. Penguin tries to  move into the fight mode but as he tries to rise up he is overwhelmed with pain and agony, a grim reminder of the damage inflicted by yours truly the Mule earlier.

Lennie steps forward and gripping an arm and a leg the big boy demonstrates his incredible power by literally tossing the Mighty Muscled Manlet across the beach to a grassy area slightly above the high water line.

”Tear him apart Lennie” I cheer “kick his ass, seabass! Kick him in the head and steal his lunch money!! ”

Penguin  sees motion coming from Lennie but not in time to react as he takes a hard soccer kick to his head. Penguin yelps in pain as the force of the big man’s kick drives him back to the ground. Penguin is still  in no condition to fight  despite all the muscle that the buff stud is sporting. 

Most men I have fought should be about done by now but this ass-hole manlet still has enough going to grab Lennie's kicking foot when Lennie throws his next mighty kick,  throwing Lennie off balance  and on his back to the grass.   Then  Penguin follows up with three hard kicks to the Lennie’s ribs while they are still both on the ground. 

Lennie is a much better fighter than I thought and the big man is on his feet and very pissed. He is not moving like a man who has just taken three rib shots. The big man is on Penguin before he can get up unleashing a kick like he is going for a 50 yard field goal! Lennie’s aim is deadly making contact right between Penguin's legs! Those  huge orbs  that I had already brutalized previously explode in heart-stopping pain radiating through his  body leaving a hollow empty feeling everywhere! 


Penguin's   muscular body hangs helpless in the Lennie’s grip as he pulls him upright forcing me to look straight into his  face. Penguin's  body, despite sporting as much muscle as my own,  is  weak and useless, following the terrible beating and the destruction that I had unleashed upon it  previously.  Lennie wraps his heavily muscled arms around Penguin's  waist locking a fist into his lower back and lifting his body off the ground into a devastating bear hug! I am enjoying every painful moment I shout “Squeeze the life out of him!”

Lennie has trained hard, developing a rock-solid physique with massive arm muscles that feel  like cast iron. With each  flex the muscleman comes closer to crushing Penguin's straining body! Each deep breath causes the big man’s chest to expand increasing the pressure on Penguin's already badly damaged frame. The combined effect from the two consecutive battles has taken it toll on Penguin!  Lennie’s powerful arms are compressing Penguin's sculptured chest forcing him  to struggle for even the slightest hint of oxygen! Penguin's finely crafted ab muscles press hard against an unyielding mass of rock-solid power. Penguin flexes  and strains with all the  muscle power he has left but he is  unable to resist the unrelenting pressure. 

I step closer, enjoying every whimper and every agonized breath from the Penguin's struggling, battered body. “OK, Lennie, don't kill this worthless piece of shit...at least not till I am through with him"

Suddenly, the big Lennie releases his killer grip and while he is still in agony, at least Penguin CAN BREATHE! Exhausted, Penguin start to drop to the ground but my  left fist to his jaw straightens him up and leaves him staggering before me. Yeah I know it was a sneaky, underhanded unnecessary intervention on my part, but did I mention how much I HATE the Penguin?

“How about it, Mr. Pansy-Ass! You’ve got all those big  muscles and a reputation as some bad-ass martial arts fighter. Some big bad fighter! All you can do is whimper when you get locked up by a REAL man like Lennie here! Some big tough guy you are!”  I taunt. 

“So it’s two on one? That's fine by me...” the Penguin snarls as he struggles to focus and steady his footing.

"My boy Lennie don't need any help from me to kick your ass....ERRRGHHHHHH!!!" I don't complete my sentence as  half way through,  showing amazing speed,  Penguin steps into me driving his right fist deep into my abdominals. I am caught totally by surprise without a protective flex so my washboard abs provide little resistance as his powerful punch forces its way deeper and deeper into my body. 

My eyes bug out of my head as my jaw drops and air and spit explodes out from every orifice it can find! "Ha! One hit to the gut and you're half my size..." Penguin guffaws as I fold in half, impaled on his fist.


When I double over  Penguin locks my head between his powerful legs then flexes his massive thighs exerting incredible squeezing force to my cranium. Before I even know what is happening I feel his powerfully muscled arms wrap around my waist. The muscleman lifts me upside down as the blood rushes to my aching brain. Holding me helpless just long enough for me to realize how much trouble I am in, the big man drops forcing my head down into the soft sand with a pile driver, then flops me over on my back like yesterday’s garbage. I can barely focus as the  muscleman stands above me flexing his incredible body. Now some of you ingrates may be thinking I deserved this comeuppance for my earlier meddling, but this is MY BLOG and you should be on MY SIDE, AMIRIGHT?

Having temporary removed me as a threat, The Penguin's attention returns to  Lennie as he shouts:  “Come on, Downie! Show me what a great fighter you are, IF YOU DARE to face this body again! This bod will tear u up!” Penguin  said as he stretched out his short, thick arms  to display his perfectly muscled bod for Lennie.  He truly was a sight to behold… bulging forearms, blasted  biceps… heavy triceps, bowling ball delts and mini-mountain traps.  His thick pecs hung from his body… the square kind, with big half-dollar sized nipples.  Six bulging abdominal muscles, 3 on one side offset slightly from the 3 on the other created a formidable wall of muscle that had withstood many a punch over the years.  His broad back was covered in mounds of muscle and his thick bulging quads rounded out the package. 

Lennie steps forward.  He looks down at my battered body still recovering on the ground and then back up at Penguin's muscle show. “S'a'ight. Not bad at all.” He grudgling congratulates the Penguin, “But  it’s still my turn!” Lennie gave a muscular display of his own as if it illustrate his point.

Every muscle group popped and bulged as he went through a rapid series of flexing displays that had the Penguin's jaw dropping, eyes bulging and cock throbbing in automatic salute to this preternatural display of physique and power.

Lennie took advantage of Penguin's mesmerized distraction to slide his muscled arms under the Penguin's and locks his big hands behind his head. All Lennie has to do is start to flex his massive guns and his full-nelson nearly rips the muscleman's shoulders from the sockets. Penguin struggles with all his might against Lennie's thickly muscled body but it clear he's not going anywhere. 

“Had enough yet little man?” Lennie asks, adding  to the pressure of his hold  and forcing Penguin's chest and shoulder muscles to strain nearly to the breaking point. “UUUUUGGGHGHHHH!” is the only response Penguin makes.

“I’ll take that as a NO! GOOD! . I wasn’t  ain't really done! You must think that your muscles can't be beat! And I’m now going to beat them and you into next week!  Gonna to show you and Mule that  I'm number one!” Lennie flexes his power-house body increasing the force of his fearsome grip.

Penguin flexes for all he's worth but the damage inflicted in the last fight and today is far too great. He cannot muster enough power to break Lennie's hold and Lennie muscles down forcing yet another wave of pain. It feels like every muscle in Penguin's upper body is being ripped from the bone. He has no power left to battle this young stud and in no time Lennie drives his helpless physique to his knees.

“Crank on him, Lennie!” I shout in support, now fully recovered from my earlier pile driving. 

Lennie wrestles Penguin to the surf, crushing the muscleman harder and harder with his unbreakable hold. “Damn, Mule. This is freaking GRRRREEEAAT!” Lennie shares with me, like he is Tony the Tiger! Penguin struggles but it is useless as the first wave breaks over his head. Unable to breathe he fights with every fiber left, struggling against Lennie’s controlling grip , but Lennie is still overpowering him! It is not until the wave recedes that Penguin is able to gasp for air.

“AAACK! HAACKKKK!” Penguin coughs up sea water as he strains for all the oxygen he can get. “I can’t believe how great this is!” Lennie tells Penguin. “I gotta tell you, Man. You got one hell of a great body. I’ve 'mired your muscles from the first time I saw you. I’ve always dreamed of being able to fight a man with your kind of build and somehow win. And it looks like I’ve got my wish! Fuck yeah, all that muscle and yet I’M able to  KICK YOUR ASS! Man, this is AMAZING! Come on, Muscleman. Fight back! Let me see what you got! I want you to struggle  while I beat the living SHIT out of you! Ya making this too easy! Where all dat fierce go?” Lennie challenges Penguin confidently,  showing the unexpected killer instinct he had hitherto lacked as a fighter.

Penguin fights with everything he has left, but Lennie has locked him in his grip. The next wave washes over Penguin's shoulders as he continue struggling for air. Bubbles rise through the murky sea water as Lennie holds Penguin's  head under the salt water.  Just  as Penguin's struggling begins to cease,  Lennie pulls him from the water and slams him back to the hard sand.

“Damn!” an increasingly cocky Lennie shouts "here I am, beating the crap out of a mean muscle stud like you.  YOU DON’T FIGHT WORTH SHIT! Those mighty muscles ARE just for show!” Lennie drops a knee to Penguin's abs forcing him to cough up even more sea water then grips his thick legs and without much difficulty wrestles Penguin over to his massive chest. Penguin tries to fight back as he feels Lennie's muscled ass pressing hard on his damaged back. Penguin's big arms are too weak to press up both Lennie's bodyweight and his as Lennie presses his chest into the wet sand. Lennie applies remarkable pressure on Penguin's low back.  My  buddy is breaking Penguin's  muscular body apart!

“AAARRGHH! NO! AAAGGGG! Penguin's pleas are cut off as a wave breaks over his head. Lennie has Penguin locked solidly in his Camel Clutch.   The water washes out again as Penguin gasps for air.  Penguin's is  locked in Lennie’s hold so tight that he is unable to even move as another wave washes over his head.  Penguin is sprawled beaten and face down in the water, motionless.  I quickly turn his bruised, ruggedly handsome face to one side so that he could breathe. 

Penguin had been thrashed senseless by the victorious Lennie.  His muscles throbbing with pain, he fought to regain his senses.  Gradually the half naked muscleman  became aware of small waves lapping at his face.   The cold water helped clear his head but Penguin was still Semi-conscious.

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I was proud of Lennie's win.  Sure Penguin was still sore and battered from the day before, and was at a disadvantage, but Lennie needed this confidence booster.  After we carried Penguin up to "his favorite dumpster", I paused before dumping him in.

"Before we dispose of this trash, there is a kind of war trophy you need to collect from ol' Penguin here,"  I said, as I stripped the Peng of his board shorts. Penguin was drifting into semi-consciousness, which was perfect timing.

"First things first, I owe you a boner for the hard-on you gave me with your pose-down on the beach that first day...."  I tell the subdued Penguin with an impish grin. 

As Penguin stared in amazement I began to pose down with my most sensual muscle posing routine.  First I raised my arms, flexing my biceps, then pressed my fists on the sides of my waist, pushing my shoulders forward and flaring my lats in a classic bodybuilder pose. With my jaw clenched and my muscles flexed,  I began to run my hands lightly over my spectacular naked chest. 

   I  felt my pecs, then the ridges of my washboard stomach, then I ran my hands up over my shoulders and down to stroke my perfect biceps.  “Fuck"  I thought, absorbed in self-lusting..."I'm so fucking gorgeous...I look fucking magnificent."  I  soon achieved my goal of muscle seduction:  the Penguin  was hard as an iron pipe and leaking cock snot from his huge fuck pole.   Even my own  huge pussy wrecker was similarly affected. 

"Now let me get you ready for my boy Lennie.  I know a dude like you ain't used to getting fucked.  Getting fucked by his python won't be fun. Just like it wouldn't be fun for him getting fucked by your equally huge cock." I said, feigning concern.   

I continued the debasement of the exhausted and now helpless Penguin by  driving my thick right hand into the deep, dark valley separating Penguin's muscular glutes. My middle finger located the tantalizing manhole and I teasingly rubbed its tender lips. Upon hearing Penguin's grunt, my finger penetrated and explored. Penguin's anus closed tightly on my invading digit and I introduced two more fingers into the twitching mancunt and the torrid hunk moaned when I started to massage his prostate.  Penguin groans, pushing his ass back to take even more of my finger.  Yeah, he's ready, I think.

Penguin feels me spit on his hole, preparing it. The time has come. He's ready.   I turn matters over to Lennie. Lennie grinned as he slowly mounted the doggie-positioned Penguin,  rubbing his long thick dick on the Penguin's ass as he assumed the top position.
Lennie started rubbing his raging erection against Penguin's meaty bubble-butt. Then he pushed  his muscular thighs between Penguin's, forcing Penguin to spread his legs wide.  Then a few seconds later Penguin felt Lennie's huge shaft stroke along the crack of his ass. The  throbbing joint slowly entered the dark valley and progressed towards the point of entry. Contact was achieved as Lennie's hot flaring cockhead grazed the sensitive lips of Penguin's anus. With a short hip motion, Lennie pushed the head of his thick   dick against Penguin's asshole as  Lennie forced himself deep between Penguin's beautifully muscled globes. 


"It's time for some full-nelson anal...get ready for the fucking of your life, Penguin-brah..." I warn, with an evil grin from ear-to-ear, "Come on, Lennie.  Let's see that full nelson hold of yours again...."  Penguin feels Lennie's heavy, sweaty pecs pressed into his back as he is forced face down into the ground, his cock and balls crushed under him.  Penguin's arms are pulled into a full nelson and his thick  legs are spread wide with a grapevine, forcing his muscled buttocks apart, exposing the Penguin's puckered asshole.

Lennie had a cock proportional to the rest of his gargantuan body, and with his animosity toward Penguin still high, he needed little inducement to burst through the gates of the Peng's anus and proceed to give it quite the medieval sacking and pillaging. 

Lennie prepared his assault, aiming his potent weapon at its target.  With the Penguin  on his stomach Lennie's powerful arms full nelson Penguin 's neck while his powerful legs spread Penguin 's.  Lennie's huge cockhead pokes at the entrance to Penguin 's ass.  
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Penguin  screams out as the huge hard   cock drives into his hole...... I hear Penguin 's scream and  I smile.  Man this vacation worked out better than I ever would have predicted. 

Lennie with one mighty thrust had slid his entire  long thick tool deep inside the Penguin!  Lennie's huge fully loaded ball bag slapped into Penguin 's  sweaty low hangers.  Penguin  felt Lennie's long tool slide down his shit chute. Penguin  groaned as it hit his prostate.  "NOOOOOOOO... NOOOOOOOO.... NOOOOOOOOOO"  Penguin  moaned as he struggled in the full nelson hold,  fighting but getting nowhere...feeling the huge cock slide back up the walls of his chute, and drive back again...with Lennie's huge balls slamming once again into Penguin 's sweaty glutes.  Penguin 's arms are throbbing in Lennie's full nelson, Penguin  is totally under Lennie's control now. "OH, Wow, this feels great......I’ve never felt anything like this before" Lennie moans.  


Lennie began to plow deep into  Penguin 's big round glutes with his massive tool. Penguin 's primitive snarls and growls filled the air as his guts were filled with Lennie's hard, probing firehose. Lennie thrust his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, swinging his body in a big rocking motion. Penguin  went wild, reacting to every thrust of Lennie's throbbing battering ram by pushing his ass back as Lennie pounded his ass. With each deep upward thrust of Lennie's pulsing fuck tool into Penguin 's mancunt, Penguin  emitted a loud, throaty groan. The two of them were grunting like animals, totally focused on their own intense pleasure. Their hot sweaty, muscular bodies were thrusting and humping. Penguin  was crazed with lust,  as he continued to be plowed by Lennie's rock hard cock.  Their fierce and turbulent mating continued until the pace approached a wild, unrestrained crescendo. Lennie was like a fucking sex engine, his hips slamming into Penguin 's ass with wet slapping sounds as his cock steamed, coring the brawny hunk again and again. 

Lennie continued to top the snarling and growling  Penguin , with Penguin 's ass being pounded hard.... his hole being penetrated again and again by the huge boner in a fast brutal primitive  style....arms tingling from being held in the full nelson....legs grapevined and spread wide. Lennie instinctively knew how to use his powerful cock as a mighty weapon.   It was a  brutal assault.  Faster and faster, harder and harder, Lennie rammed his clublike cock into Penguin 's hot, inviting manpussy,  feeling Penguin 's egg sized balls getting tighter as they bounced against Lennie's own and Penguin  got closer to shooting his load. 

Lennie's cock was on fire as he pistoned in and out of  Penguin's muscular ass. He started to grunt loudly as he plowed into Penguin, his grunts joining Penguin's groans, growing into a crescendo as he pumped his hips over and over into Penguin's ass. 


Suddenly, their sweat soaked, naked bodies stiffened, glued together in a mind bending erotic frieze. Penguin  gasped for a moment, held in his muscled gut, then roared as his  control broke and  his hard cock  exploded with a massive stream of hot semen.  Penguin 's jerking cock started to shoot load after load of creamy white spunk, and Penguin 's ass spasmed and tightened around Lennie's raging phallus. Lennie let out a primordial roar as he delivered one last powerful thrust, and his throbbing organ exploded deep inside the Penguin. His whole body turned rigid and he pumped Penguin 's guts with rich hot ejaculate. At the same time, Penguin  ground his ass back and forth as  thick cream flew  out of Penguin 's thick cock as Penguin  sprayed endless jets of hot  bull semen while Lennie climaxed up his butthole and their engorged bull-sized ball sacs emptied their scorching contents. He unloaded 6 big wads of creamy cum into the muscleman’s ass, moaning loudly. 

Lennie's male juices  jetted in hot, scorching spurts up Penguin's convulsing anus.  Lennie uttered a wild yell of animal pleasure and release, his entire body clenching as he was seized by the acute intensity of his own white-hot orgasm. Lennie moaned and spasmed as Penguin shuddered and jerked underneath him, Lennie's grip slipping, fingers losing their hold.  

With the full nelson finally released and exhausted by the sheer  intensity of their orgasms, the sweat-drenched bodies  broke apart with a groan, both rolling on their backs.   They stayed that way for a long time , on the ground, just lying next to each other,  chests and abs heaving for oxygen, neither having the strength to move.   It looked like Lennie had drifted into unconsciousness and was gonna be out for a while. 

I had to admit that Lennie's breeding that pompous and preposterously petite if prodigiously proportioned primate had been hot as fuck.  The sex had been brutal, sweaty and rough, just the way I like it.  And to me nothing is hotter than two tops wrestling for top.  Still even in his battered state the diminutive form of the Manlet in all his muscular splendor had my dick rising in salute and my hand massaging my swelling fuckpole.

Penguin began to stir. His mouth and nose were bleeding, his eyes taking on the look of being between this world and the next. I couldn't resist doing some trash talking. 

"Like Lincoln said, scumbags prevail when good people stand by and do nothing, Penguin-bro, and by bro I mean never my bro. Looks like My homeboy pulled a Goku an' went supersayan on ur pocket Hercules  ass. Then he spread your ass  like jam on toast. You're just a fukin' piece of shit and a roided up manlet.  Remember, asshole, there is always someone bigger and stronger than you. Like Lennie, and me, for example."  I lectured. 

Penguin with great effort managed to get to his knees.  Glaring at me with pure hatred, he growled "Wait til I roundhouse that grin off your face..."

"U mad? You feel like punching me in the face? Bring it on little man. LOL, at you kicking my ass... I've sucked dicks bigger than you, manlet-phaggot. Stay on your knees where u belong, loser-phaggot.  Let's see if u suck dick as much as u suck at fighting..." I said as I  clutched my prominent crotch bulge, with an evil wink.

  Penguin's hateful glare gave way to  a ravenous gaze as he took in my strikingly handsome face and stunning muscular physique.  As he beheld the hypnotic sight of  my  rippling pecs with their jutting erect nipples, my beefy limbs bulging with muscle, and the pulsing  donkey-sized dong which protruded provocatively from my trunks, his anger yielded to uncontrollable lust.

Despite his protests, Penguin's muscular ass craved more dick!

I smirked, "What the fuck You sure as hell are a horny son-of-a-bitch!  Don't fight it..you know this is what you want, let's do it." I said as I pulled my speedos down in the front, tucking them under my big bull balls and unleashing my anaconda from its nesting place.

A frenzied  Penguin , still feeling the homo-izing  effects of being energetically fucked up the ass by Lennie,  was so turned-on by my hunky self  that he knelt in front of me and  starting licking and sucking my heavy balls and throbbing crankshaft.  Had to give him creds for enthusiasm and focus, as he voraciously slobbered down my loins.  For what I presumed was his first time, he showed a natural aptitude, I must tell you that mouth of his was... GIFTED. I am getting a boner now, just THINKING about it.

The criss-crossing veins of my super-thick shaft were bloated with blood, and my joystick was as rigid as a steel pole and ejecting a steady flow of precum,  Penguin grabbed my throbbing battering ram  and  wrapped his hot mouth around the cockhead and stuck the tip of his tongue into my piss-slit, moving it around, causing me to emit a primal growl. Penguin moaned, released the purple mushroom head of my cock from the grip of his hot mouth, and gasped: "Oh God...Oh shit... You're a hot, sexy hunk..."  I let out a laugh and immediately pulled Penguin to his feet. 


"So you want my dick, huh Penguin?" I laughed as we two giants grabbed for each other, rubbing our heaving chests together and mashing our erect nipples against each other. Grunting in animal lust our faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as two crazed bodybuilders ground their spewing jackhammers together. 

 Two meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. We were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight. Penguin started to lap at my jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on my thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh.  Suddenly I found myself the Penguin's prey, having to fight off his amorous attack.  Penguin released my neck with a loud plop and  then attacked my left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender nub. 

With my  head thrown back,  a growling and snarling Penguin  assaulted this musclebound stallions nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing our crotches together. A low moan escaped from my parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure I was feeling.  Penguin was getting to me.  He had my body turned on and my motor running.  Next followed a torrid make-out session which finally ended with  two Herculean hunks standing there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies.  Penguin was aching with desire while  my head was spinning from the hot as fuck Penguin's top tier  make-out skills.  Both of us were determined to turn our foe queer, but both of us were holding on to our respective manhoods by a slender thread.   It was taking all my rapidly diminishing will power not to drop to my knees and take the Penguin's fat cock in my mouth.   We locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, squeezing our  bodies with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed together with our huge shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling  abs. I began to rub my hands up Penguin's wide muscled back and then down again until I reached the jutting mounds of Penguin's meaty ass, assessing his  brawny magnificence. I tried unsuccessfully to not think about how fucking hot Peng's fantastically masculine body was but my cock was so hard for this magnificent specimen of manhood that it practically hurt.   I began squeezing the rock hard cheeks and causing Penguin's hips to rotate to match mine. I could feel the dark force of homo  man-love flowing through me.  I was falling  for this stud,  crushing hard and catching gay feelings.  

I had to fight back,  reach deep, and gathered all my remaining manhood.  The man was a sexual athlete, plus his gargantuan muscles and primo fighting skill added to his overwhelming allure.  I knew if I let myself succumb to his mad sexual sorcery, I would end up becoming HIS bitch.  So I suddenly broke off the kiss, leaving the horny  Penguin unsatisfied and sexually frustrated. I could see how desperately he hungered for me.  I just know I had permanently knocked his ass deep down the Kinsey scale!

"You're a Fucking Pathetic cock-sucking  love-sick puppy...! Yeah, that's right, I queered your  fucking phaggot ass good, cocksucker...I got your man card now, muscle bitch..." I laughed at the now thoroughly  humiliated, but still smitten, Penguin.  

To add insult to injury, I sucker punched him, cold cocking him in the jaw so hard that I nearly knocked him into next week.  My hand hurt like hell TOO, thanks for asking!  He would be sipping his food through a straw awhile, I figured, when I surveyed the damage, as he lay motionless in a sprawled heap at my feet.  That dawg was totally out cold, and it didn't look like he would be waking up any time soon.

He would never know just how close he had been to taking MY man card and queering the mighty Mule. To this day, if I even see a picture of a penguin, I pop an instant boner.  I am not proud to admit to you, my loyal readers, that I downloaded Happy Feet into my porno collection.

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I let Lennie dump Penguin's limp body in the trash this time.  Near as I know he was still lying in there when the sun came up next day....

Time to grab some drinks, pound some vag and flex for the bitches. And then  a final sloot hunt, Lennie's last chance to score without any assistance...so he can GRADUATE from Man School!

Where are dem sloots at?

~FIN

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FOR YOU FATHER GARY FANS, THE NEXT STORY WILL BE A GARY AND FRIENDS ADVENTURE!!!

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