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I hadn't heard from Father Gary in months, not since he left (or was asked to leave) Our Lady of Perpetual Motion Therapy Center for Peculiar Clerics under less than ideal circumstances.
Then I spotted an announcement on one of the on-line bodybuilding forums about a revival style meeting to be held in Durango about Jesus and wrestling, being given by none other than Father Gary.
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| Mule Positioning System (MPS) map of Southern Colorado |
Durango is located far south in Colorado, almost in New Mexico. It a really a fun place with lots to do, although it has this vibe like an alternative universe version of Colorado built by Walt Disney instead of God. Time for a road time in the Jeep for sure...as I packed up and headed off to once again attend one of Father Gary's services.
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| The Mule |
So next thing you know, I'm out in Durango on a Thursday night, at my favorite watering hole in that town, the Wild Horse Saloon, when a booming voice behind me says..."Well, doggie.... looky here, if it ain't The Mule! He must of noticed my Wrestlin' the Devil wife-beater that I had got from Gary, and said: , I can guess why you are in these parts, at least there is one muscular city-slicker that knows about about Jesus and wrestling here for the revival..."
I look up and am surprised to see an old acquaintance: the 6'5'', 275 lbs Cowboy mountain of muscle named Bodie. (See Trail-ride Showdown)
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| Bodie, the Cowboy |
Now Bodie never struck me as the Jesus and Crackers type, so I had to know more. We of course ordered more drinks and get to talking. "So how do you know Gary?" I inquired.
"Well tha' is kind of a in-tresting story...let me tell ya' all about it over another round, or two..." he drawled back.
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| Bodie sure does love his Karaoke! |
Beach Peach Shenanigans
As we slung back a few brewskis, I told Bodie how I had come to know Gary.
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Gary thought he was all that in wrestling, but I showed him
some moves, I told Brodie |
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| Gary was no pushover,though. He put up quite the fight! |
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| One of the best wrestlers I have ever encountered! |
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But you know how the story ends, with Gary flat on his back
hearing the chirps of tweety birds! |
Next it was Bodie's turn to tell his tale!
Home, Home on the Range
The experimental and highly unorthodox sexual addiction aversion therapy that OLOPMTCFPC specialized in seemed to be having very limited results for him in terms of his addiction, but it had affected him in other more sinister ways.
So Father Gary decided to spend some time alone, doing his own spiritual mediation. He returned to Colorado, to spend some time camping in beautiful Colorado wilderness.
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| This looks like the perfect place to make camp! |
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| Looks like Gary missed the "No Camping" sign... |
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| or maybe he just didn't care... |
But as luck would have it, Gary got mixed up and ended up camping on the private ranch where Cowboy Bodie (known to our readers from Mule's early adventure Trail Ride Showdown) was now working.
Gary unpacked, set up camp, and turned in for a good nights sleep.
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Jesus led me to a good spot, I hope there are some campers I can
wrestle and spread the gospel to! |
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| Gary set up his Camp Fire and undressed for the night |
When Gary woke up at dawn the next morning he was famished.
The hungry Gary replenishes his camp fire and begins to cook himself a hearty breakfast.
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| The famished Pastor begins to cook himself a hearty breakfast |
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| A manly breakfast of steak and eggs |
Bodie has been moseying in the warm sunshine, his cock pleasurably rubbing against the pommel of his saddle when he smells the smoke of a camp fire.
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| Ranch Hand Bodie smells the smoke of a camp fire |
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| Trespassers need to get their asses kicked and their grub took! |
He loves catching people camping illegally, even more when, as in this case, it turns out to be a handsome, musclebound man. He notices that the guy has Christian tattoos and so figures it’ll be even easier to kick his ass - the size of those muscles though is a bit of a worry.
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| Ain't No Camping Allowed Here.... |
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| You need to put that fire out and leave... and I mean NOW! |
Gary appraises the cowboy and reckons there’s some fine muscle under that shirt and pants.
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Hmm...a Cowboy with Muscles...He looks formidable...
I wonder if he wrestles and knows Jesus? |
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| Fuck, this Dude is stacked... |
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| I haven't taken on a guy this big since Mule! |
"Nah, I don't think so. It seems to me that God created nature for all his creatures to enjoy, big fella. But don't worry, I will be getting dressed and moving along in a day or so, after I finish communing with nature and get some fishing done in that stream over there..."
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| Nah, I don't think so... |
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| God created nature for all his creatures to enjoy... |
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| so I will be staying right here for at least another day or so |
All that has been drilled into him during rehab evaporates and Gary's hand moves to his bulging crotch…..
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| Both big Muscle Men were now shirtless |
The Cowboy was standing about six feet from Gary now. “Check this out!” the Cowboy continued. Slowly, he unbuttoned his tight shirt, smiling at the younger bodybuilder. One by one, he opened each button until all seven were open, slowly revealing the muscle mass underneath. Then he parted the fabric of his shirt. His torso was fantastic! His pecs jutted from his chest, two thick plates with large nipples pointing down from the slabs. His waist was narrow- or was it just the huge size of his pecs and lats that made his waist LOOK smaller?
Gary was transfixed. He stared blankly at the big Cowboy's chest when Bodie’s left pec suddenly bunched up… then relaxed. Then his right pec bulged up and out… then relaxed. Back and forth, each of the muscle monster’s pecs sprang up, then relaxed. The huge mounds jumped back and forth…sometimes the Cowboy would hold one of the big mounds up to a hard flex for several seconds, then let it drop back to hang on his chest. Then he would flex both of them at once displaying his power and muscle control.
With a grin, the Cowboy removed the rest of his shirt dropping it to the ground revealing a muscled-up torso that rivaled that of a pro bodybuilder. Gary was impressed with the freaky muscle mass, in fact, the view was breathtaking. Gary was momentarily speechless in awe.
“What’s the matter, muscleman, cat got your tongue?” --the Cowboy said mockingly. Then he lifted his massive arms up and FLEXED. Gary gasped, for the big Cowboy was causing some unaccustomed muscle envy in the admiring modern-day Samson standing in front of him. "Sweet Jesus!" Gary muttered.
The Cowboy was totally in control and supremely confident. “C’mon Bro… lets see you flex,” the Cowboy challenged Gary.
“Let’s see what you got, Bro...!” the Cowboy growled, again lifting up his gigantic guns and flexing for the other big shirtless muscleman.
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| C’mon man… lets see you flex the Cowboy challenged Gary |
“Maybe this will shut you up, Cow Poke!” Gary responded.
Gary lifted his left arm and contracted his own massive veiny gun. Then he flexed up both his gigantic arms – and smiled. “Like that?” Gary asked Bodie, not really expecting an answer. …" And by the way, don't call me bro, bro. My name is Gary, but that's FATHER Gary to you, bro, and by bro, I mean never my bro. !" Gary continued with a double biceps pose, then a most muscular, then a side biceps, side triceps and a lat spread. Gary was proud of his body, proud of the mass he had developed, representing freak strength that few men could challenge.
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Gary was proud of his body, proud of the mass he
developed, representing freak strength that few men
could challenge |
“WTF?” the Cowboy thought, now clearly both surprised and perplexed “Nearly as big as me!” he was forced to admit, begrudgingly. "And a Preacher Man to boot!..."-- he thought. Then he laughed. As he continued to pump and flex his arm and quietly said “Well, muscleman, I think I need a match with you and we’re gonna have it right now!”
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“WTF?” the Cowboy thought, now clearly both surprised
and perplexed. “You are early as big as me!” he was forced to
admit, begrudgingly. |
“Fuck man, so you really want me to kick your ass?” Gary said with determination. The Cowboy's only response was a grin, as he reached down to his waist and unbuckled his belt. He slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed his jeans down his powerful, muscular thighs, his deeply tanned muscular, powerful ass and his long bronzed legs revealing the magnificent length and girth of his virile cock He let his jeans drop to the ground. With a fluid, graceful movement he stepped out of his jeans and stood bare-assed in front of Gary.
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Well, muscleman, I think I need a match with you and we’re
gonna have it right now! |
The Cowboy moved in front of Gary, naked now. He continued posing and flexing his arms, with pride.
Then, without any warning… the Cowboy SLAMMED his elbow back into Gary’s face, knocking the muscled reverend backward. The Cowboy didn’t move otherwise… continuing to pose and flex his huge body.
Recovering from the unexpected blow, Gary wasted no time… he stomped over to the Cowboy and punched him in the face with a solid right following it up with a hard left to the big man’s mid-section. The right fist connected solidly with Bodie’s cheek and he grunts as his head is pushed back a bit and to the side from the force of Gary’s punch. It was a punch that easily would’ve KO’d a normal man, but the Cowboy was anything but normal! His body was impossibly large and muscled and he could take pain from many years of ranch fighting .
The Cowboy stumbled back a step as Gary’s left fist is buried into big Bodie's rock hard gut. It was a powerful punch and it pushes into the big rippling ab wall until it stopped, hitting solid muscle. Gary’s left fist recoils in pain and he wonders if he did any damage to Bodie’s armor plated gut. He didn’t. Gary didn’t wait for the Cowboy to recover from his head shot… he RUSHES the big body putting his boulder shoulder into brick wall of a waist and forcing the Cowboy back with a football style tackle.
"AGGHH!"-- the Cowboy moans… but manages to raise his immense forearm and SMASH it down on Gary’s upper back like a sledgehammer! Gary falters a bit, then came back with a hard right and left to Darrel’s gut. The Cowboy laughs. “You call those punches?” and continues laughing… Gary pounds away several more times at the gut. Gary realized that the Cowboy has, a rock-solid ab wall as strong as Gary’s! His blows are clearly ineffectual, as the Cowboy continues to laugh, then grabs Gary’s dark hair and lifts up his head to stare in his eyes before delivering a powerful head butt to the handsome deacon.
POW! Gary groans... stumbles back after the Cowboy released his hair."Muscle dude… you got one hell of a body, but you ain’t no match for THIS man!” the Cowboy announces.
The big man starts to approach Gary again, who has regained enough sense to launch a side kick up into Bodie’s gigantic chest. The huge monster is caught off guard, staggers back and nearly falls down. Gary shakes his head and moves back to the big man. Gary realizes that his body punches probably won’t do much to hurt Bodie, so he feels he has two options. Knock him out with blows to his head or try and put him out with his crushing power… a sleeper or bear hug. He tries the first option, moving into the brute hammering away at Bodie’s large head. the Cowboy reacts quickly by raising his meaty forearms to block the blows, but even then Gary is able to slam the arms into Bodie’s head. The Cowboy is no longer on the offense, and Gary realizes he must keep up the punishment if he is be the victor. He starts hammering all over Bodie’s body, but mostly aiming for his head which is being protected by the big guns.
Gary has the upper hand now. The Cowboy appears shaken as He moans and turns himself around, trying to avoid the onslaught of blows being thrown by Gary. His back is now to Gary who sees an opportunity. Gary moves up behind Bodie’s mass and grabs him around his chest in a reverse bear hug!
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Gary moves up behind Bodie’s mass and grabs him around his
chest |
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The Cowboy growls, “AARGGGHHHH!!” as Gary’s muscled-
up guns surround his big torso and grab hold |
The Cowboy growls, “AARGGGHHHH!!” as Gary’s muscled-up guns surround his big torso and grab hold, but leaving Bodie’s mammoth arms free. Gary locks his hands together and PUULLLLLS while flexing his pecs. Bodie’s arms are useless weapons in this position as Gary lifts his immobilized body up off the floor. The display of power is amazing as Gary’s back flares out, every ridge and mound of muscle flexed to the max! A defined 'Christmas tree' appears on Gary’s back from the pumped edge of his rippling muscles. Gary is in control now holding Big Bodie’s chest tight, hoping to prevent his breathing and knock him out.
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Gary was groaning in his effort against the gigantic man in his
grasp Unnghh…uuhhh…. Uuuff… unngghh. Gary was
holding Big Bodie’s chest tight, hoping to prevent his
breathing and knock him out. |
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YOU CAN’T HOLD ME! YOUR FUCKIN' GUNS ARE NO
MATCH FOR MINE! |
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Cowboy shouted as he broke the hold. YEAH FUCKER! I
TOLD YOU, YOU COULDN’T HOLD ME! he bellowed as he
pulled Gary’s pumped guns away from his sweaty torso. |
Bodie’s arms are flailing about, unable to do any harm to Gary. Bodie’s powerful guns are free and he quickly locks his hands on to Gary’s wrist and begins to SQUEEZE and PULL. He is able to loosen Gary’s grip enough to allow him to suck in some air, neutralizing the intended purpose of the hold.
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Gary is in control now holding Big Bodie’s chest tight,
hoping to prevent his breathing and knock him out! |
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| Jesus take the hold, I am wrestling for this sinner's salvation! |
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Submit to the power of Jesus, Cowboy, give yourself to Jesus
and I will let you up! |
The Cowboy continues to pull at Gary’s wrists, not breaking the hold but lifting them off his chest a bit. He screamed out to his powerful opponent: “You're NUTHIN' man… you really think you can take me? You're a fucking weak PUNK! Your power is PATHETIC man! I am going to tie you to a tree and pound the bejeezus out of you Preacher man!”
Gary was still in control, but he was expending all his energy to subdue the Cowboy who was able to keep the brutal crush to a minimum. Gary was tiring.
Gary was groaning in is effort against the gigantic man in his grasp “Unnghh…uuhhh…. Uuuff… unngghh.” He contemplated his next move, since this was getting him nowhere.
“YOU'RE FUCKED! YOU CAN’T HOLD ME! YOU'RE FUCKIN' GUNS ARE NO MATCH FOR MINE! FEEL MY HANDS PULL YOURS APART PREACHER MAN!” the Cowboy shouted as he began to separate Gary’s two hands, finally breaking the grasp. “YEAH FUCKER! I TOLD YOU, YOU COULDN’T HOLD ME!” he bellowed as he began to pull apart Gary’s pumped guns away from his sweaty torso.
Gary knew he was in trouble and quickly took advantage of Bodie’s own power by releasing his hold, grabbing Bodie’s left hand and swinging the big body away from him, sending the giant Cowboy tumbling to the ground. Gary followed the big man and immediately executed three elbow drops to the big man’s gut, forcing the air out each time, leaving the Cowboy moaning. Gary’s power and weight not only hurt Bodie’s breathing, but slammed the massive brutes back onto the hard ground causing great pain to shoot through his body.
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Gary’s power and weight not only hurt Bodie’s breathing,
but slammed the massive brutes back onto the hard ground |
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YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA CRUSH ME? SHIT,
YOU'RE JUST A BIG DUMB COWFUCKER, I'M FUCKING
DESTROYING YOU!
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It seemed hot and humid now as sweat built up on both men’s pumped bodies. The Cowboy’s smooth muscles glistened. Beads of sweat formed on Gary’s steel wool like chest hair.
Gary executed a fourth elbow drop, this time between Bodie’s enormous thighs. He hit Bodie’s big bull nuts full-on, and hard enough to make the big man cry out in pain and curl up. He followed with two powerful punches to Bodie’s head, nearly knocking the big man out.
The built-like-a-brick-shit-house Reverend stopped to survey the damage. He stood over the Cowboy and flexed his 21” guns in a show of domination, feeling his muscles as he flexed them, his cock expanding more and more in his briefs. “YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA CRUSH ME? SHIT, YOU'RE JUST A BIG DUMB COWFUCKER, I'M FUCKING DESTROYING YOU!” Gary shouted, as the Cowboy groaned “You fucker! That was a cheap ball-shot –" in agony and humiliation.
Regaining his senses, Bodie reaches for his rope, fixing to wrangle the intruder like he does the other (four-legged) muscle bulls on the ranch. He lassos the rope around Gary’s chest and working swiftly he has Gary's huge guns secured to his chest by the rope.
The captive muscle Deacon started to flex his entire massive upper body, grunting from his escape effort. Gary was still secured by the rope. But Bodie's calm demeanor started to falter as he saw the massive powerhouse flex his musculature in a display of unbridled power. All of the muscles in Gary’s upper body were flexing in unison, stretching at the rope that surrounded his mass. He yelled out loudly as he pushed every muscle to the max. The rope stressed from the pressure of the expanding bulk but it was holding.
Bodie cannot resist stroking the captive muscles of the delectable preacher. His cock rises in salute of the muscular beauty before him, and he relaxes his hold on Gary, a bit. This turns out to be a big mistake.
Before Bodie knows what’s hit him, Gary gives him a devastating head butt, that has him seeing stars and hearing tweeting birds, and as his head begins to clear, the rope’s on the ground, as is Bodie, with the 265 pound bible basher on top of him, twisting his arm behind his back.
Father Gary has wrangled a few muscle bulls in his time and this Dude, built like the side of a cow barn, is a fine specimen. The months of semi-abstinence in rehab have made him hornier than ever. But, He is not the only one in the throws of lust. Bodie, who rarely sees anyone let alone another muscle stud, is overcome with desire from working over the huge muscled brute.
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Nice horse you got here, you like to ride, but have you ever
been ridden? |
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| Because I am fixing to saddle you up, and ride you Cowboy! |
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| I am going to fuck you into the loving arms of Jesus, Cowboy! |
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I haven't taken a shellacking like this in years!
He claimed his prize too! |
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| Good, so you know the score and will be co-operating! |
Gary looked down at Bodie’s perfect body. With the palm of his hand he cupped the cum-drip hanging from the slit and brought it up to his shaft, massaging the liquid around the big fuck tool. The sensation made his cock even harder than before.
Gary sat down on Bodie’s chest and slapped his face a few times by holding his chin with one hand and smacking the handsome muscleman with the other to bring him around. Gary stood up, towering over the muscle stud. Bodie's ribs, back and arms ached. He tried to get up, supporting himself with his left arm, but it immediately gave way, no strength left at all. Gary laughed as he watched the once-powerful stud unable to get up off the ground by himself.
Bodie groaned in pain as he tried to get up. Gary reached down and grabbed Bodie under his shoulder, hoisting-up the 275 pound stud easily with one hand. Bodie stood nearly straight up not sure what was to come. Gary kept Bodie’s body in place, feeling all over the torso. His calloused hand rubbed Bodie’s huge pec mounds and his rock hard abs that were still shaped into thick bricks. He moved his hand up Bodie’s veiny arm and squeezed the biceps sending pain into Bodie and causing the Cowboy muscle stud to try and pull away. Gary held on to the discolored upper arm, all bruised from the intense twisting he delivered to it earlier. He wanted Bodie to know who was in control before releasing it. He moved his hand back over Bodie's battered gut feeling the cobble stone like mass of the thick abs.
Then without any warning, Gary fired his fist into the center of Bodie's ripped abs causing Bodie to double over with a loud grunt and spit and air flying out his mouth. Gary grabbed his hair and immediately straightened the built Ranch Hand up smiling at him, enjoying the contorted look on Bodie’s face. Then he fired again… BAM! …delivering a deep knuckle-punch into the iron-hard gut. Again, Bodie bent in two with a another huge grunt, his face unable to hide the pain of the gut punch.
Gary felt powerful. He was in complete control and wanted nothing more than to demolish the hot stud’s muscles. He moved his big hands down to the bulging pec slabs of the muscled cow puncher. He closed his hands on the big mounds like a vise, his thick hairy fingers slowly crushing the muscles. Bodie flexed-up his impressive pecs to resist.
“That’s right, muscleman – RESIST MY GRIP!” Gary bellowed as he squeezed harder. Gary’s thick penis was rock hard. He released his grip, then started bashing both pecs with his fists. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Bodie was unable to fight back. He had to just take the pounding to his big beefy pecs. The hairy brute continued the pec destruction unabated beating on them with his big fists. The combination was devastating to the other muscleman's massive pec slabs and bulging pectoral.
Gary’s brutally grabbed Bodie’s right pectoral in his hand, squeezing the trapped meaty pec. “I’m gonna hurt you, muscle pussy!” the muscled Reverend said quietly, but confidently. Bodie felt the the pain slowly intensifying, he looked down to see Gary’s hand crushing his impressive muscle mound.
“How does that feel muscle pussy?” As the vise grip continued to pull… he was literally close to ripping the pec muscle away from Bodie’s chest, causing the muscle stud to scream out in pain.
When Bodie screamed, Gary stopped, dropping his grip on the right pec.
“OH, POOR BABY!” Gary sneered. His time suffering the torments of the religious retreat (see Aversion Therapy) had awakened a dark, cruel streak in Gary, that in the throes of combat and lust, he could not suppress.
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| Flashback scene: Aversion Therapy |
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| Flashback scene: Aversion Therapy |
Gary moved behind Bodie now, caressing the delts, traps and broad upper back. Again without warning he launched his fist into Bodie’s body, this time connecting to the wide as a barn door back about halfway up just to the right of the muscleman’s spine. A hit with Gary’s power packed anvil side fist into Bodie’s spine causing Bodie more pain.
Bodie felt totally emasculated. He was being dominated by this virile muscle man. His body hurt all over. What was this powerhouse bully going to do next? Gary gave him his answer as he wrapped his arms around Bodie’s torso from behind and started rubbing his nipples with his fingers, flicking the fleshy nubs. Bodie couldn’t help it, the sensation was making his nuts tingle. Then he felt Gary’s warm body against his back, the hairy pecs rubbing, the big cock pushing against Bodie’s glutes. Gary was breathing heavy as he masterfully toyed with Bodie’s chest. He pulled lightly on the brown nipples, rolled the nubs between his thumb and forefinger. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The aching, burning pecs combined with incredible pleasure from Gary’s masterful manipulation of Bodie’s nubs. Bodie felt his cock begin to grow, thankful that the strong armed bully behind him could not see his reaction.
Once again without warning, Gary lifted up his arms under Bodie’s hairy pits and wrapped them behind his head securing a full nelson. Bodie grunted as pressure was applied to both biceps. There was no escape now.
“Time to make you my BITCH, muscleboy.” Gary whispered softly into Bodie’s ear.
Bodie felt the oversized cock pushing against his glutes, the pressure of the nelson holding his body in place. Gary repositioned his body behind the muscle Cowboy and Bodie felt the swollen cock head pushing between his thick muscled glutes searching for the warm hole. He clenched his glutes tight hoping to hold off the rape.
“Please man, don't fuck me… c’mon… you’ve beaten me, isn’t that enough? Please man… PLEASE!” Bodie begged.
Hearing the pleas of the stud only excited Gary more. “Well - if you don’t want to get your ass fucked, you shouldn't FIGHT me, eh muscleman? And we both know if you had won you would be fucking me up the ass right now....” Bodie struggled, there was no way Bodie could summon the strength to break Gary’s hold.
Gary started to push his fat prick through Bodie's wall of glute-muscle, finding the hot pucker within. With another powerful SHOVE, Gary’s mushroom head popped through Bodie’s tight sphincter. Bodie’s 11" cock was fully erect as Gary’s hard 10.5" veiny shaft entered him. The two giant dicked muscle men were fucking!
“AAAGGGHH! NOOOO!” Bodie cried out. His ass burned from the hard pole stretching his ass ring.
“Oh Yeah… feels NICE… nice warm and tight hole you got there, stud boy!” Gary chortled.
Gary threw his head back and grunted as he forced his lead pipe hard dick up Bodie’s tight hole, the only lube being a bit of spit and copious pre-cum.
“OOOFFFUUCCCKK!” Bodie yelled out in pain as his hole felt like it was being split open. Bodie was sweating now and breathing heavy trying to take the pain, still in Gary’s punishing nelson.
Gary moved in and out of the tight anus, skillfully measuring the speed and angle of his strokes so as not to tear Bodie’s ass, but to loosen it so the fuck would be easier. It worked as Bodie slowly relaxed, his ass accommodating the Pastor’s big fat prick.
Bodie couldn’t believe his own massive muscled body was impaled on the other muscle man's monster prick. Bodie’s own giant cock flopped up and down from the force of the brutal fuck leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. The handsome and darkly furred muscle stud was exerting total dominance over him.
Bodie was silent now, just accepting the fuck and waiting for it to be over. But as Gary continued the sexual assault, the tingling feeling in Bodie’s nuts intensified. Gary’s ultra-thick dick was stimulating Bodie till the ass-fucking was both pleasurable and painful. Gary continued to focus on his dominance of Bodie, as his continued to hump the other muscle stud's bulky frame.
“Oh fuck, Cowboy, you got one tight hole… nice n tight… yeah… fuck …. Cowpoke... I'm making it MINE… FUCKING YOUR MUSCLESTUD HOLE! FUCK YEAH! Feels so good… pounding your ass… oh man… yeah… you cow fucker … you’re my FUCKING MUSCLE BITCH! Oh Yeah, the muscle pussy is enjoying being fucked! TAKE MY BIG COCK MUSCLE BITCH!”
“Looks like you are ENJOYING my big cock up your ass!” Bodie’s pole bounced up and down from the force of the rape of his ass, drips of pre-cum flying off his dangling cock.
Gary spoke directly into Bodie's ear: “Looks like my muscle bitch LIKES being fucked ! HA HA! I'm raping you good now… except that you’re ENJOYING it! So I guess we can’t call that RAPE, eh muscleman?”
Gary plowed Bodie's ass harder and faster now. Bodie could do nothing but hold on for the ride. His cock had grown to full erection as the fine line between pain and pleasure was being tested on Bodie’s ass hole. And the bully’s total confidence combined with total control was turning Bodie on more than he ever expected. His 11 inch prick was sticking up as hard as a lead pipe now and his nuts were churning. Gary’s 10.5 inch cock was punching at Bodie’s prostate like an iron pipe now, the pleasure it caused his was overwhelming all his senses.
With the nelson still secure, Gary continued his cock-punching of Bodie's ass. He couldn’t keep holding back much longer. His powerful orgasm began with a forceful shot deep inside Bodie.
“FUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEAAAAAH!” Gary screamed as he sprayed shot after shot into Bodie’s anus. Bodie felt the warm liquid being force fed to his ass and he, too, could not hold back.
“OH MAN…. OH FUUUUCK!” he exclaimed as his gizz spewed out six feet onto the ground in front of him. The knowledge that his cock had forced the big manly stud Bodie to orgasm was an ultimate ego boost. Gary had his own intense orgasm. Waves of both pleasure and pain came over both men from the long intense fucking. Gary shot seven streams of jizz, from his pulsing cock deep into Bodie's guts.
"I guess we both know who the manliest man is, now!" Gary said. It was clear that Gary was the Alpha Male now. He had dominated the Cowboy!
They repair to Gary’s tent for some more "quality" time.
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| Time to feel the HOLY SPIRIT inside you Cowboy! |
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| A cum to Jesus encounter! |
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| Time for you to find religion Cowboy! |
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| Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh Sweet Baby Jesus! |
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| Can I get a Hallelujah, Cowboy? |
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With the spirit of Jesus inside that sinner, time to put some
SPIRITS in me! Celebratory Drink for a successful
COWBOY CONVERSION! |
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Second best cowboy I ever rode! Almost as good as
Father Brian! |
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I love the smell of semen in the morning, it smells like
VICTORY! |
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First Mule, now the Preacher, I am feeling less like a cowboy
and more like a horse! |
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| Thank you Jesus, for another win! |
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| Another blessed day! |
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| Even I have to admit that was pretty cool, Gary! |
Gary looked up, and said to his phantom friend: "Thanks, Tim Tebow, I knew you would begin to see things my way."
Then it began to drizzle, and Gary thought "And Jesus, wept!"
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