Messing with Muscular Manlets: A Cautionary Tale

Mule vs. the Cave Manlet

There were some writing issues for Part Two of the Flower Ranch story, but while you are waiting, enjoy this little adventure I had simmering on the back stove.

Part Two of the Flower Ranch is still under construction!

A few weekends back, I had had a rather spectacular Friday evening carousing, and not only did I get inebriated, but I found this new sloot named Cindi (yes with an i,  not a y, and she is MOST emphatic on that point).  Cindi is a sloot with what might be called voracious sexual appetites.

When I got naked back at her shit hole of an apartment and flexed for her, she stared at my horse cock and asked me:  "What do you feed that thing?" and I told her: "I feed it pussy," and we both laughed. "You should be a porn star. That's the biggest cock I've ever seen on a white man!" she said just before we locked into a wet kiss. She said "Fuck me-I need your huge rod," so I laid her down roughly on the floor and mounted her reverse cowboy style, so I could fuck her titties while she licked my sweaty butt-hole. She ate out my ass and sucked my smooth bull balls like a hooker with a gun to her head. I took my big dick, slid it inside her moist cunt, and she started shouting to:  " ...fuck her harder," so I did.   I slammed into her like a battering ram, telling her: " she was a dirty slut, and that I was going to fuck her as hard as I wanted!" She kept saying "oh yeah" and "Fuck me Daddy" as I rammed on. When I started to come I pulled my dick out and telling her I was marking her as mine and splattered my cum on her tits and face . I fucked her  a dozen times that night.

The chick was insatiable, and we fucked until daybreak. When the sun came up I hauled my big muscled ass out of her bed and tried to get away without her waking up. But she did. "You are fantastic, you're a fucking bull! When can we get together again?"

"Um, well, I got to return some VHS tapes to Blockbuster and then I'm reading the Bible to some blind folks at the nursing home...so I'm not really sure. My phones dead right now so I will have to call you..." I lied convincingly. After all I AM a professional lawyer, so smooth prevarication, comes easily.

She finally left to start her shift at the LGBTQTIP+-friendly Intersexual House of Hamburgers, which probably explains the rainbow flag thong she had been wearing.  (No Cindi is not Intersex, she was hired as part of their diversity program to include some straight/cis/biofemales in their staff) The point of all this is, I was exhausted and hungover from all the fucking.  But a couple of weeks previous, I had come across this Facebook page called "Naked In A Cave" and I clicked on it thinking it was gonna be porn. Turned out it was all about nude spelunking. It did have some pics of hot blondes in caves showing tit. It looked cool as fuck and even more so after I watched the You Tube videos. I answered all ten questions right on the on line test, Pay Palled them $25, and they emailed me a card I could print out saying I was a Certified Nude Spelunker. I was tired as fuck but I decided to go Naked Caving in the hopes it would clear my head.

Yes, Your Mule went spelunking in the nude as a he-man like me, is want to do...  (No emails  on the grievous dangers of nude spelunking, I have heard it all from my Mom-but note,  the Blog Legal Team requests you NOT try this yourself!  Also bring plenty of power bars in case you get hungry:

You really need to grease yourselves up and be careful of skin abrasion. Novices end up like those clowns on Youtube who try do it yourself Gua-sha scraping massage and end up removing much of their outer epidermis)

Anyways I was well into my naked adventure, when I run into a jacked-up naked manlet. He was looking me over in a rather familiar way, and I thought to myself,  do I know this dude?  My brain was not at peak efficiency so I didn't think I did, but couldn't be sure, which made his appraisal, all the creepier. But when you are naked in a cave, it pays to be friendly, although all I wanted to do at that point was sit down and enjoy an energy bar, some water and  four or six Excedrin.

Hello, Jacked Manlet. Fancy running into
you here of all places.
I have a name, you know, you oversized rude, galoot!
I am sure you do, but how would I know it?
You could have asked, and it is Roger, by the way!
My name is Mule, and this cave I now rule!

Mule, what's a manlet? I hear you ask. A manlet is a tiny sub-species of the human race. In bodybuilder lingo, a manlet is the little fella you see at the gym, who overcompensates for his short stature by packing on excessive muscle mass, until they look like a Lego character. The reason they started going to the gym, is their crippling insecurity about their tiny body and usually tiny penis. 

They are very muscular and wide, without a neck.

Famous Manlets!

They are musclely lil' meatballs, waddling around the gym. They're short, but they sure can lift. A jacked up manlet loads the squat bar up with 6 plates and a 10 on each side (605 lbs/274.4 kg) then will slap his legs and yells/shouts to make sure everyone is looking at him before he squats his set. 

Most chicks, don't dig Manlets as much as they do Manmores!

They may only be 5'6'' (1.68 m) tall or less, but like chimpanzees they are incredibly strong for their size. And you do not want to piss a Manlet off  'cuz they will kick your ass!

Although a foot shorter than me, this particular swole manlet was  just as muscular as I was. Yeah, he may have been short, but his muscled body was hugely built, with humongous thick pecs and bulging shoulders and arms, with thighs that resembled mammoth tree trunks. Yup, easily as densely muscled as me. He was a little fireplug of muscle, almost as wide as he was tall,  with a powerhouse physique that was packed with over developed muscle on top of over developed muscle. A boarder line midget with an archetypal powerlifter brick shithouse physique. He was definitely on the juice. Bad ass manlets like this one always feel the need to challenge man-mores like me to  see who's stronger.  

Iconic Manmore

I found myself tensing my own huge thick pecs and squeezing my arms to make them bulge with thick corded muscle. It was a natural instinct for me when I'm near another bodybuilder.

I sat down on a boulder and began searching through my bag for that Cookies and Cream energy bar I was hankering for, I was sure there was one left...

Manlet sat down on a nearby boulder, and I could see that he was in the mood to conversate, although I clearly wasn't. He was checking out my Herculean physique hard, but was comparing more than admiring. I could tell he was focusing his appraisal on my biceps.

The Manlet's biceps were slightly smaller than my 21" guns. His bis would still would stretch the tape to at least a respectable 20", maybe even 20.5" But on Manlet's diminutive frame, his 20's" LOOKED even bigger than my 21"s, unless you compared them side by side . But the truth was, even if you were looking at them side by side like we were now, both sets of bloated pythons were amazing. A non-bodybuilder's eyes would need a tape measure to tell my guns were marginally bigger.

Manlet rubbed his left hand over his hairy muscular chest, down to his thick muscular abs. He was feeling up his own rock hard massive body. He flexed his right bicep while bouncing his pec slabs in an impressive display of manlet muscularity. He put his right arm down and twisted it to one side, flexing the bulging horseshoe-shaped triceps, then rubbed his cock with his left hand, stroking himself for just a moment before he rubbed his left hand over the protruding mass of his triceps. “DAMN” he said aloud. He squeezed the muscle as he flexed it, and then returned to flexing his huge right bicep, crunching his abs and bouncing his pec slabs once again.

“Why don’t we test my power against yours, muscleman. We can have an arm wrestling match. A direct battle of strength contest between two titans! Just to see whose muscle is the strongest. C’mon, muscleman, don't be a chickenshit pussy. Don't be afraid,dude, I tell you what …if you're worried about being humiliated and your reputation taking a hit I will even promise that I will keep it a secret when you lose!" Manlet's taunting tone made clear he was trying to goad me.

I had found the water and the Excedrin and had taken a few, and while I didn't find the energy bar, I did find a Snickers, and I was munching on that when he was issuing his verbal challenge. I almost choked on a caramel coated peanut.

"I think I will pass, dood" I said, shaking my head as I rose to my feet, declining the challenge. "I had a long night. Besides, no offense brah, but you should stick to arm wrestling dudes in your same class. I'm like a ManMore super heavy weight, and you, well your a cruiser weight Manlet, at best."

That really ruffled his bantam rooster feathers: "I arm wrestled some BIGGGG DUDDDESSSS. Even bigger than you. And I beat them all!" Manlet boasted. "I love beating guys who are bigger than me. Totally a control thing. Making a big muscle stud like you whimper as bend his wrist back and  slam his hand down. And the look of defeat in those eyes when they lose! Yep, I love proving I am the strongest!"

Manlet was pushing all the buttons of my ego, trying to goad me into accepting his challenge. He was determined to prove his strength superior to mine But arm wrestling consisted of more than just strength. Technique and psychology were major parts of the battle. Both of us were immensely strong. But I had good technique and my mind when compared to this chimpanzee, was by far the superior, and I could out psychologize him. I was sure I could beat him, no matter how fucking strong he was.

"OK, little man, if it will shut you up."   I sigh. All his yapping in his grating Munchkin voice  is making my headache even worse.

Over in one corner of the cave was an old barrel that some oil company had used to dump some chemical waste in the cave, as part of the new Trump MAGA deregulation regime.  We moved it into position to use as a make shift table, placing it next to the boulders we were using for seats.

It was while we were moving the barrel that I had learned that Manlet, whose name I had already forgotten, was not here alone, he was here with a sloot.  She introduced herself as something or other, who has time to remember the names of randoms,  I do recall, she had a nice rack and no other notably impressive features.  Manlets were bad enough, but a Manlet trying to show off in front of his girl...I knew I was in for INSUFFERABLE levels of Manletism.

So here we are, two nude, muscled up males getting ready to arm wrestle in a cave.  I made a mental note to examine my life soon and figure out how I get into these situations.

We sat, and each of us stared at the other eye to eye and flexed various muscles, each of us trying to intimidate the man sitting across from him.  Both of us men placed our huge guns on the make shift table, My hands were much bigger and slightly higher than the Manlet's. I smiled, the Manlet growled, and we interlocked hands. 

“I’m gonna CRUSH you!!” Manlet sneered.

“Eat a dick, Manlet! ” I barked back at him. I was more than ready to get this over and done.

The naked slut with the rack looked at both of us and asked: “READY?”  We both nodded.

“GO!” shouted the naked slut.

And with that, the arm wrestling match was on. Our two massive arms flexed up. Both our huge arms bulged  as the blood pumped through our veins. Biceps and forearms pumped immediately as now it was down to  two studs arm-wrestling with all they had. At once, it was clear to me that  this was one fucking incredibly strong  Manlet  as he started to push my bigger arm back slightly. I grimaced and grunted and started pushing Manlet's arm back to the neutral position, then past it. I was in a position that enabled me to use leverage from my body weight to push Manlet's arm down one inch, then another inch, ever so slowly. Through clenched teeth, I taunted him by blurting out "Gonna take your arm down, douchebag!" 

But then Manlet's arm stopped submitting. Manlet stopped the downward path of his wrist and was holding my arm steady at a 45 degree angle. My straining arm was beginning to ache. My big bodybuilder's bowling ball bicep was dripping sweat and my big bicep veins was bulging. I groaned and my chest and abs heaved for more oxygen. My fucking shoulder was on fire and my arm felt like I had battery acid in my veins,  but I continued to push hard against the Manlet's incredible power. I could see the Manlet's huge rock hard bicep muscle expanding. I felt a moment of admiring at the size of the muscle mound peaking in mighty mouse's upper arm.

Now Manlet took control, squeezing my hand with all his might and pushing my arm up and back. You could see the pain on both our faces as both of us battled for supremacy. Manlet's grimace turned to a grin, as I struggled against the bulging massive bicep.

But my own biceps were also a sight to behold. Not only was my upper arm huge, pumped to over 21" now, but there were veins stretching out all over my muscle mound. I was totally ripped! The veins in my forearm were looking like they would EXPLODE at any moment.

But I caught a break. Manlet's massive bicep was cramping! Now my good technique really comes into play. I let him power his big arm up a couple of inches, just so I could press his big arm back down. I repeated the process a couple of times in quick succession. I was pumping his gun and feeding the cramps. The pint-sized powerhouse's knotted up bicep muscle is now providing him a great deal of pain. I could see his eyes water with pain. He wanted to quit. I pumped his powerful arm one more times just for the fun of watching the little muscle stud's upper arm go into spasms. Shit! That's got to really hurt! 

The Manlet wrenches his hand from my grip and holds his cramping arm, yelling: “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"  over and over again as he works the cramp out. 

I may have been deprived of the satisfaction of slamming the Manlet's wrist down to the table with a smash, but it was clear I had won.

“Well… that settles THAT” I said.

“NOT SO FAST” shouted Manlet. “Shit man… that was a lucky win. I got a fucking cramp in my arm...”  Manlets gotta be manlets, amIright?

"Yeah, I know," I think,  "I was the one that gave you that cramp."

The entire contest took about 90 seconds, quite long for an arm wrestling match but a testament to how equal we two strongmen were. I know that my winning didn't really mean shit about who was the strongest, like I said, arm wrestling is more about technique and physiology than actual strength. But the poor little manlet  looked like he was about to burst into tiny tears at losing his reputation as the strongest man around. Especially in front of his slut, who will tell everyone she knows, and post his defeat on Facebook, because she's a girl and that's what Instagram whores like her do.

 I was about to say "I guess we know who the REAL strongman is in this cave!”  But I figured I had humiliated the poor little dude enough already. It's got to suck being a Manlet. I thought about how it must be having to buy clothes in the Child's Department and having never ridden an adult amusement park ride. Yeah, Your Mule felt sorry for the Manlet, don't tell any one!

“Good job, stud!” I said to the Manlet. "The match could have gone the other way if you hadn't got that cramp. I mean, you had me out powered man. Another few seconds and you would have slammed my fucking hand down. Yeah, I just got lucky, that was all." I can lie convincingly, I am a professional lawyer, as well as an expert sloot seducer, after all!

OK, I did my good deed for the day. I made a depressed manlet happy again. In fact, he was feeling invigorated, his cramp had passed. But I had forgot what my mentor Mr. Mills had told me: "No good deed goes unpunished."

"Yeah, glad you realize that didn't count. But it was AWESOME till we had to call a draw! You're pretty fucking strong yourself! Hey, you feeling okay, man? I didn't hurt you, did I?” 

"Draw? Hurt me?"  I thought.  "This Manlet is delusional. Delusional with a Napoleon Complex to boot. A candidate for  'The Randy Newman School for Crazy Sawed Off Little Fucks' for sure. But now Manlet is acting buddy buddy like I'm fam or something. Jeezs, shrimpy, if I wanted a friend I would get a pupper. In your case, a chihuahua!"

You think you can handle this, big guy?--Manlet mewed

Frodo is stronger than he looks, I thought

Manlet is giving way!

Not so fast a match as I would have thought, Manlet stops
 yielding ground and goes on the offensive!

Your Mule regains the ascendancy!

I would have won, if my arm hadn't cramped...
You would have won, if MY muscles and power hadn't cramped
 your style, little man!--I thought.

I think we can call this a draw! - Manlet declares

You're pretty fucking strong yourself!--Manlet offered

Hey, you feeling okay, man? I didn't hurt you, did I?
--Manlet crows

Wearing my best SAY WUT? face I think:
 Jeezs, shrimpy, if I wanted a friend I would get a pupper.
 In your case, a chihuahua!

Hey Mule, you want to fuck my bitch?

Da Fuq? What did you ask me, Manlet?

"Hey, Mule buddy, do you want to fuck my slut?The  bitch is in heat,” he says. “She’s been comin’ over and checking me out for the last two days… flirting… touching my pecs… my abs… lookin’ at my dick…”

I am used to people asking me very strange questions, because of my size and spectacular looks, and their desire to be my bro, but this was weird to hear in this context, even for me...

Go ahead Mule,  after you big Guy! Classy dude, this manlet.
 Nice offer.

Gee, let me see.  Do I have her smear her herpes-encrusted lips all over my cock or maybe I should just bareback the $5 crack whore in her antibiotic-resistant super-gonorrhea filled ass?  Nah, I think I will take a pass on this one. Besides, I was still recovering from the previous nights sex-a-thon with the far hotter and less diseased looking Candi. 

I should have kicked his muscled ass for even suggesting that a top-tier male specimen like myself would even consider fucking crack whore dumpster pussy.

Nah, I think I will take a pass on this one...

What I wanted to say was: "What's the matter, Manlet, you can't satisfy this cunt with your baby-dick?  I ain't surprised,  the last time mine was that size,  my momma had a diaper in one hand & rash cream in the other. Besides, I imagine you are used to only taking sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, etc, so how many spelunkers fucked her today, before you encountered me?  If  I were to have a go at your sloot, after  I got through pounding your bitch out King Kong style, all your gonna get is a  'ugh is it even in yet?'  when you go in."  

But to be honest,  Manlets scare me.  I'd rather have a big fucking massive dude against me than  small guys.... Jacked manlets are dangerous creatures...   you don't know what the fuck they gonna do!

So what I did say was: "Nah, I'm sweet,brah.  But thanks for the offer,"  with a "How dare you speak to me?" tone to  my voice

The HR lady has had me  watch the Sexual Harassment video 26 times, so I am an enlightened 21st Century Male not some Neanderthal clubbing every  chick I see and carrying them back to my cave.

I paraphrased from HR video 26:
Dude, ladies should be respected, not  treated as sex objects!

Frankly, I'm appalled, my pint-sized bro,  and by bro I mean
 never my bro, I said with feigned outrage.

"Frankly, I'm appalled, my pint-sized bro, and by bro I mean never my bro, you phucking phaggot."  I'm checking out the muscle-packed Manlet, whose name I had already forgotten, calculating how hard it would be to take him. I can take him. He will come charging at me swinging like an ape.  I'll just put my hand on his forehead while he swings his stubby arms wildly trying to reach me.

 It would be like fighting a 5th grader. I'd deliver one of my Thai kicks to his face and he will wake up in the ER.

"You being a f'ing white knight?!? Someone give you the job of woman protector of the world?" Manlet asks, as we size each other up again. It looks like we are both built for this shit, if it goes down. It's that's time when short guys feel the need to try to make themselves feel alpha and challenge us big dudes.  The bad thing is those crazy roided up dwarfs got that Small-Man-Syndrome... manlets will do anything to pick a fight with a manmore like me. I should have done a 360 and got the fuck out of there right then. But it ain't in my nature to run away like a pussy.

But I don't. Instead, I reply with "Just watch your fucking mouth when you talk about a lady" Did those words just come out of my mouth, my readers are probably wondering, who are you, and what did you do with OUR MULE??!

We size each other up again. It looks like
 we are both built for this shit, if it goes down.

Manlet snorted:  "You may say you're 'appalled' Mule, but your big cock and those huge swollen balls are saying you are a fucking bull ready to breed. You're hung like a mf'ing stallion, bro. Huge avocado sized balls plus your rapidly swelling fat cock all contradicts  what you sayin' bro, heck when it was flaccid it was a solid 6, and now it is looking like it is heading for a 9x6.5"... (No homo!)"

He could  insert a parenthetical no homo all he wanted, the way the manlet was drooling over my donger seemed pretty damn homo to me!

The slobbering manlet homo continued: "I bet that meat sword and those cum pumpers could probably shoot a hole right through Captain America's shield. I don't even know if I can wrap both my hands around that anaconda, but if I did, I would wrangle your spitting anaconda into submission like Steve Irwin! (No Homo!)"

Manlet steps in close, invading my personal space. I'm too shocked to immediately react as his left hand slides between my legs, playing with my big bull balls. He lightly clamps my oversized scrotum with his left hand.

I am utterly unimpressed with his protestations, ' cuz, holding my junk and talking about my cock is really kind of fucking gay, and no amount of "No Homo" is gonna deflect from that.

Feels like you gotta a full tank down there, Mule
Don't worry, after I beat your ass, Manlet,
I will have you suck it dry, cocksucker!--I replied

I step back, pulling my cock out of the muscle Manlet's hand. Have I mentioned lately, dear readers, how much I hate angry roided up manlets? Jacked manlets are dangerous creatures... you don't know what the fuck they gonna do, especially the alarmingly yoked naked ones. Lawd, why does every short muscle man need to make themselves feel alpha by challenging big dudes like me?

How about you take your tiny Trump-sized hand off my balls,
runt? Cuz holding my junk and talking about my cock is really
 phaggoty, knowhatimean?

Maybe you didn't hear me from down there, so I will tell
 you right in your ear, I said let go of my nuts, Shorty,
 and I mean now before I rip your fucking arm off...

Uh-Oh, looks like we got us a bad-ass mofo here.
 Manlet laughs.

How about I teach you some manners, Meathead! --snarled the Manlet

"Run along, babe. Go make me a sandwich or something. I got some man's work to do here that's gonna give me an appetite. I will come find you when I'm done. It won't take long."  The manlet cockily tells his chick as he stretches his neck and shoulders.  I'd love to take this muthafucka down a peg or two, but he is already at the bottom peg down there, so I will just have to squash him under my  big size 14 feet.

Then he turns back to me. "It looks like I need to teach you some manners, Meat Head!"-- The mini-powerhouse threatens, as he cracks his knuckles.

You want to do this, you fucking sawed off juice monkey?
 I will pound your over-compensating muscle-bound ass and
 your fucking Napoleon complex into jelly. I tell him drowsily,
 the Manlet is boring me.

I really don't feel enthused by this, tired as I am from last night's shag fest, and decided not to play with this trumped up munchkin, but to put him down quickly, and then I could go nap!

I'm gonna break every bone in your chimpanzee body, Cheeta!

Then I continue with:  "Think you are tough? Let’s go! I train tap out and beat the shit out of little juice monkeys like you all fucking day. I've been in cage fights, street fights, cage fights in the street, and a street fight in a cage, .. I'm gonna break every bone in your chimpanzee body, Cheeta! I'll put you in so much fucking pain that it'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert, look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island!. Then it will be bedtime for Bonzo, as I put you to sleep! And then after I knocked you the fuck, out I will key your fucking piece of shit car. Then I will go to your house and turn all the lights on, leave the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn all you stove burners on!"

Ain't no one can talk shit like your Mule. However, my rant had left me temporarily red in the face and out of breath. As I looked over at Manlet, instead of him shaking in fear like I was expecting, he was actually laughing at me. LAUGHING at me? Now I was really mad! I don't give a fuck how strong you are, or how well you can fight, you mock the Mule, and you can count on me to bring your fucking life to a hellish end! 

Dicks out for Hollywood star of the 1930s,
 Cheeta!  1932-2011 

"I'm looking forward to this Mule, because you're gonna make an awesome muscle bitch! You will remember the name of Roger for the rest of your painful beta-boi existence."

“… awesome muscle bitch.  Remember the name of Rupert?  What the fuck did he just say?" It's took my brain a moment to process it. "Awesome? Yeah, I am. Muscle? The best. But some muscular midget named  Rumpelstiltskin is calling ME a bitch? Muscle bitch? I'm an unbeatable muscle MAN."  This insufferable macho muscle manlet had really rustled my jimmies!

Manlet smirks at my big galoot expression during my inner dialog, sensing he has scored points, “Bring it on, muscle bitch.”

OK, consider it brung, Rumpel! You didn't see that one
coming, did ya!

WHAM knee lift to the gut! The air explodes from Manlet's lungs along with an ape like grunt of pain and surprise as his body folds around my knee. "OK, consider it brung, Rumpel!  You didn't see that one coming, did ya"

I drop the unprepared manlet by driving a vicious knee deep
into his muscled gut...

My knee lift , driven by my huge powerlifter quads that can deadlift a Buick, went deep into Manlet's rock-hard muscled gut. As his body doubled over, I swung both my huge arms up and over my head, clutched both hands together to form a "Polish Hammer" and then drove them down hard onto the back of the Manlet's neck. I delivered three more huge double axe handle blows to Manlet's wide back with ferocious force driving the massive muscled body of Manlet to his knees. He crashes down onto both knees right in front of me.

He is on his knees still wondering, "WTF" while I am already lining my fist up like a laser guided smart bomb on his jaw. I hold him by the head to keep my target steady, and rear my big right fist way back, my biceps and pecs peaking as I do. 

My left hand is a serious weapon, packing "one punch knock you the fuck out power". Manlet is scared of my fist, fuck, I can't blame him for that. Even I'm afraid of it. I fake the punch once, twice, three times... My threatening fist is keeping him under control. 

I am already lining my fist up like a laser guided smart bomb
on his jaw

I wanna make sure he's fully awake so I can enjoy humiliating him while I mentally demoralize him and physically defeat him.
So I pepper him with jokes us jocks used when giving nerds swirlies in High School.  (See Swirlie: The Revenge of the Nerd)

"Do you drive a Mini Van? Is your favorite movie 'Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?' Have you ever bungee jumped off a curb?"

How 'bout I break your fuckin' jaw? You like that?! I am DONE
 with your BULLSHIT, Stumpy! I growl

What's your name, Rumpelstiltskin?
It's Roger! 
What is it? I'm holding my fist in front of his face ominously
Roger! Manlet says defiantly 
What is it? Waving my fist threateningly!
Rumpelstiltskin! Manlet bleats

Nah, I'm not going to punch him the fuck out quite yet. I got a moar better idea.

“Having fun yet Manlet?” I say, pleased with having intimidated and domineered my foe with just his fear of my potent fist. He looked and talked tough but he turned into a yellow belly wuss when my jumbo sized fist was in his face.  I continued to show him who was the boss as I moved to the side of my mini-meathead adversary, putting a headlock on him. I heaved up on Manlet's massive thick muscle body, dragging him back to his feet then drag the stunned manlet around the cave with the head lock. I get a running start and smash the top of Manlet's head like a battering ram into the cave wall. Incredibly, I bury his gorilla skull into the rock wall so hard it left an imprint. 

Knock three times on the cave wall
midget...1...2...now big finish...

As he is staggering around, I give him a sharp jab that sends him spinning  in pirouettes.

Exhausted from the fury of his assault I step back with a look of gloating triumph on my face. I realize that I was breathing hard as fuck and losing about a gallon of sweat per second. I guess my cardio really took a hit from last night's activities with that slut. But at least I don't have a concussion like the glassy eyed manlet with the cartoon muscles that I just knocked on his ass. 

I really could have used a rest break at this point. But I needed to finish this match because I was feeling so horrible from last night at this point that I wasn't even having fun destroying this Manlet. I made a mental note that I legit need to reflect on my life.

While I was cogitating, Manlet's sloot must have slipped him spinach or something, because of all of a sudden things shifted...

I could have sworn, in retrospect, that  I heard the spinach eating  theme from the Popeye cartoons playing at this moment!.

Manlet's luck had changed to a lucky 13 lottery win,
 and suddenly I was shooting snake eyes!

Manlet was on his feet again, charging me like a bull seeing red!

Quit your squirming!  You are just prolonging the inevitable,
 ya little Teletubby!

I am bigger than you, I am stronger than you, and yes WAY
better looking than you, goblin boy!

Meet my front headlock, microman!

Just submit to the inevitable, Dobby, and I will give you a sock!

You seemed to enjoy my side headlock, Manlet. Or maybe it was
 me that was enjoying it. It was hard to tell with all your
screaming. Now I'm a gonna show you my front head lock.

Wriggly little minnow, aren't you manlet!

But then:
Da Fuck! The sneaky pygmy bastard reversed my front headlock. FUCKKKK!

This NOT going according to plan, I knew I should have
eaten that power bar!

Rumpel,  mounts me and applies a rear naked choke.

The manlet mounts me with his. Beads of sweat had formed on Manlet's steel wool like chest hair. Now I feel muscular  hairy pecs pressing into my  own sweat-slicked back. He is on my back and I am chest down, on all fours. The muscled midget then slips his right arm around my throat, his huge bicep against my right carotid artery and his Popeye sized forearm around my left carotid. Then the manlet flexes his muscles, and as they peak, it cuts off the oxygen and blood flow to my brain.

I know eight ways to knock you out in seconds. This is the
slowest, but it's the sexiest

He taunts me, “I know eight ways to knock you out in seconds. This is the slowest, but it's the sexiest. Based on your hard-on, you're loving it, you awesome muscle bitch.”

"Laugh it up while you can, Lollipop guild union rep, you won't be laughing long!"--I promise through barred teeth, although the fact that I was gasping for breath, undermined the intimidation factor.

Based on your hard-on, you're loving it, you awesome
 muscle bitch!

Laugh it up while you can, Lollipop guild union rep, you won't
 be laughing long!

Manlet repositions. He's rolling me over to my back and mounting me from the front. He's still dominating me, but going from a rear choke to a front choke. What's the sneaky little muscleman toughie up to?

He's still dominating me, but going from a rear choke to a
front choke. What's he up to?

I attempt to break free! Midget is strong for a hobbit!

Manlet successfully counters Mule maneuver after 
Mule maneuver!

This is like greased up naked Twister only without sloots
 and with considerably more pain involved!

Kurt Angle style ankle lock

I can bust your ankle,  Manlet says with an evil smirk,
 But that is too fuckin' easy,  he growls and flexes his muscles.
 Paralyzing pain shoots through my leg.

I realize I must regain the initiative fast, or I never will!

Manlet still working on me.  He's got something in mind,
and I got a feeling I won't like it.

Stretching me out!

Is he trying to fuck me, or fight me, in this furious thrashing
 about, I can't tell!

A head scissors!  That's what he's been setting me up for.  

"THAT'S power, dood," Manlet says "...and that's just my upper body strength. You remember my legs, right? Time to show you what THEY'RE capable of," he said as he rolled me onto my side and moved his own legs into a headscissors position. Then Manlet squeezed his thighs together as hard as he could, forcing a loud wail out of me.  Manlet was no gym Guido, his lower body was as overdeveloped as his upper, his quads were so thick and jacked with thick and twisted cables of sinew, that he waddled like a penguin when he walked...oh yeah penguins...that reminds me of that OTHER pesky Manlet!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" I wailed.

"Music to my ears!" Manlet grinned. The cries coming from this amazing physical specimen being crushed between his legs powered his erection to full staff. He let me suffer for a few minutes, forcing a few more wails out of me with his scissors, before finally releasing me.

 He wanted to get those thick powerful legs around my noggin
 so he can crack my thick skull open like it was a coconut.

I fight it, but he's got it locked on good. He squeezes his big
 superman legs even harder. My eyes roll back in my head and
 my legs go limp.

 I'm fighting for focus. But the Manlet is owning my
 muscular body.

Looks like you're just about done, Donkey.  Which means I'm
 just about done too. I'm Done kicking your donkey ass, that is.

And  I done kicked it hard enough to call you my 
muscle bitch, muscle bitch.

Manlet takes a couple of cheap gut shots while I'm down.
Brings back not so pleasant memories of being on the bottom
 of a dog pile in my football playing days.

 But it's not like I really expected a manlet to break clean. 
Munchkins fight dirty, it's their nature.

What's the matter, muscle bitch? What happened to all that
 shit you was talking?

Manlet released me from his headscissors. I rolled onto my back and shook my head to regain my bearings while Manlet rose from the cave floor and stood over me, hands on his hips, his huge quads pumped from the exertion they just emitted.

“Yeaaaaah. Look at this shit. Look at this shit!” Rob snarled as he flexed and admired his  own mighty quads. “You’ve got NOTHING on this! You’re right where you belong – groveling at my feet. I’m gonna make you regret ever running into me.”

The bigger they are, he harder they fall, eh Mule?  I knew you'd
 be a bitch, but never thought you would be THIS much of a
bitch, I thought you'd put up a little more of a fight, I am not
 even properly horned up!

Fuck, Fucky Fuck, Fuck! I am furious with myself, not the Manlet. That was an absolute ass kicking I just took. That Tony Cox of a microman, had done gave me a major beatdown. This Manlet possessed vastly superior grappling skills. I was being totally  dominated. It was like man vs boy, and the boy kicked the man's ass!  And it was all my fault. 

Note to self don't go naked spelunking and fight Manlets after
 a long night of carousing and shagging an insatiable sloot.
 I am not  making excuses readers for why I am on my back,
just offering a credible explanation!

 I could blame it on ignoring my old boxing Coach Walter's rule about not having sex the day before a fight. 

Coach Walter stressed the urgency of protecting our precious
 bodily fluids before a fight!

(Son, no sex for two weeks before a fight. Sex before a fight weakens your energy, leaves you tired weakens your legs drains your inner energy decreases aggression and reduces your testosterone. Wait to fuck till after you fight. Sex after a fight is the best sex ever. 

Before a bout, it is not necessary to avoid women, only to deny
 them your masculine essence!

And also son, drink six diet cokes a day during training, and oil your whole body down with Preparation X and wear garbage bags in the sauna. Walter had a lot of old school ideas about training).

What Coach Walter declared to be SCIENCE, turned out more to be ...

...Broscience!

Still there is something to be said for Broscience,
how many jacked science nerds do you ever see?

Who am I kidding, I couldn't blame it on "ring rust",  I couldn't blame it on ignoring Coach Walter's broscience. Broscience, Shmoscience,  nah, this loss was all on me. The Manlet wasn't unbeatable, in fact, I should have won that fight. But Despite my genius level fight IQ, I let this derpy Manlet fight his fight. I wasn't strategizing the way I should have.  He turned it into a wrestling match. I got knock out power in both hands, yet I threw like two punches in the whole fight.  I might be a foot taller and have a huge reach advantage, but once we are both grappling on the ground we are the same height. 

I lost my advantage when I let him take the fight to the ground. I'm a striker, my strength is when I stand and bang with another fighter. But in the heat of battle, my game plan went out the window and he suckered me into trying to out wrestle him. Any good fighter will tell you a wrestler will beat a boxer every time. A boxer has one chance against a wrestler, and that's to punch him first. Because if you don't take him out with that first punch, he's going to do a leg takedown and a boxer is helpless on the ground. I was dumb and I took the bait, and fell into his trap. 

I still hate the little loudmouth fucker, but it's not because I am pissed off over losing the fight. I got to give him credit, he had a better game plan than me and he stuck to it. And he's an excellent grappler and a beast, to boot. He had continually out-wrestled me. Respect where it's due.

Manlet displayed a triumphant bulging biceps, and I could
swear I heard Popeye's victory theme again!

One thing about Manlets, while they are really sore losers, they are even sorer winners!  This is one of the reasons I try not to fight Manlets. 

Standing over me in triumph, the Manlet is playing with his
 cock.  Damn, it's bigger than I thought. He's a grow-er not a
 show-er. 

Rumpelstiltskin slowly strokes his rod and the fat cock keeps getting bigger and bigger. It's cut and thick with a big head.

His drooling cock was dripping pre-cum on me, this did not
 bode well, my sphincter instinctively clinched in fear...

Need some help getting up, big guy?
 Here, let me give you a lift....

I tried to will myself into action, a Nietzschean
WILL TO POWER!

I would love to tell y'all I was successful in this!

But it was more of  a Newtonian:  WILL TO INERTIA

I did make some growling noises and wiggle a bit, making
 lifting me very uncomfortable for him, so small victories,
amIright?

The more I struggled, the more erect he got...

"Get up, Mule...I have  more to show you...this "Manlet" is just starting to punish you..." He gives me a chance to get up so he can continue to brutalize me.  I walk around the cave, shaking out my ankle and stretching my muscles.   Then Manlet and I get face to face again.  "Hah, so you do have some fight left in you after all. Good...Now I can continue with your beating!"  Manlet chortles.

Ok, OK.  That was pretty good, Manlet.   I will give you that.
  Better than I was expecting, I remarked.
You are a slow learner, aren't you Mule, he replied laughing

You thought round one was rough, big guy, But I got something
 even more better than that for Round 2

I got something in mind  for you too,  it might involve
 DWARF TOSSING!
There ain't nothing you got better than what I got, Sasquatch,
he sneered back.

I grab him by his throat and lift him a foot off the ground with one hand. As I hold him in the air, his tiny little feet are dangling and kicking.

You are really, really starting to piss me off, Manlet

I bet this is the first time you were able to look an adult square
 in the eyes!

You like the view any better from up here?

I choke slam him to the hard cave floor!

Round two started off well for Your Mule!

Of course, so had Round One, but this time readers,
Your Mule has this!

I go for one of my signature moves, the backbreaker!

Why you complaining, Tom Thumb? The way you were feeling
 up my balls earlier, I figured you would enjoy getting your
teeny-weeny nutbag squeezed.

How you like this, little tough guy.  I'm gonna break your
fucking back, peewee, then I'm gonna have you stuffed and use
 you for a lawn gnome.  You ready to give, half-pint?

Not so cocky now, are we Rumpelstiltskin!

Enrique Nieto

We were alone in the cave, but I felt so triumphant at the moment, I could have sworn there was a crowd cheering!

"Now get up, Manlet!" I ordered with a sneer.

Unable to rise without assistance, the only way for the Manlet to get to his feet was to use my body for support. He reached out with his arm and grasped my mighty calf muscle to pull himself closer to my body. I stood with my fists clenched at my sides staring down at him, my muscular abdomen expanding and contracting significantly as I prepared himself to finish him off.

"Up!" I commanded as I waved my arms upward, prompting him to continue to climb. "C'mon, dude... get up," I ordered.

He continued to slowly and gingerly scale my mountain-like body, and eventually reached my gargantuan quadriceps muscles and the magnificent piece of meat that dangled between them. I recognized how fitting it was that my thick quads would have such a thick cock between them because a dick of normal girth would look completely out of proportion compared to the size of my enormous legs.

With a grin, I spread my arms, inviting him to continue his ascent.

Next he reached my chiseled abdomen, resting his head against it for a moment, riding it up and down with my breathing.

Then he reached up and grabbed hold of the solid pecs of his conqueror, dragging his face across one of my erect nipples.

You ready to suck some big Mule cock now, Manlet?

Isn't this how you imagined every Bluto vs. Popeye battle rightfully ending, with the pummeled squirt of a manlet, sucking the cock of the Herculean Bluto manmore?

Well I was imagining this as the end of MY Bluto-Mule vs. Rumpel-Popeye live-action cartoon!

I told you at the start of all this, this is where you would end up,
 Rumpel!

Do a good job, and maybe I won't fuck you up the ass,
Peter Dinklage!

At this point I was viewing Manlet less as Popeye
 and more as Wimpy!

Perhaps in retrospect, I overdid it in the shade throwing...

That's it Bitch, get up! I sneered as Manlet climbed me
like a ladder.

''

That's the ticket midget, up nice and easy, up you go li'l muscle
 manlet, I hope I didn't hurt you too much!

Out of the Jaws of Victory...

I could have sworn I heard the Popeye theme play once again!

"I don't think so, muscle Bitch!" Manlet snarls. He comes up  fast and before I know what is happening, Manlet's fist which seems to have in my mind suddenly  have grown three sizes, smashes me in the jaw in an uppercut and I am seeing stars.

While I am momentarily discombobulated, Manlet grabs me around my middle in a flash. Before I can react, he has his big arms around me and is locking his hands with his fists in the small of my back.   He's got my thick torso in a massive bear hug!

Manlet threw his arms around me, just managing to link his fingers behind my enormous back. Manlet growled as he applied his strength, his mighty guns pulsating with power. I was locked in his bear hug! Both of us had our eyes shut and teeth clenched, grunting and growling, me from the crushing pressure of the swollen biceps and thick forearms wrapped around me, and the Manlet from his titanic exertion of bear hugging my massive muscle body in his crushing embrace. 

Manlet squeezed. "AAAAAHHHH!!!!" I yelled as Manlet applied the hold with a sudden burst of crushing power.

“Yeaaaah! You like my bearhug?!” Manlet snarled

Now whose getting his back broke, you big muscle bitch?

Yowza, it was like Wrestler Dan's mini-me was fighting me!

The fight savvy Manlet wasn't squeezing around the small of my back. His grip was instead centered around the base of my ribcage. The compression wasn't so much against the front and back of my torso via Manlet's chest and forearms, like the bearhugs Grappler Dan had applied during our encounters. Instead the Manlet applied most of his pressure against my sides via his big biceps, forcing the breath out of my powerlifter lungs and restricting them from expanding to gain more air. Because the compression was around the sides of my torso, my thick fortress of a chest offered little help to resist the crushing hold.

"Now, I will CRUSH YOU, big man! I will crush all these big muscles of yours into pulp! I'm going make sure you NEVER forget this!" he threatened with a growl.

My mighty body was about to be squeezed into submission by my equally muscular manlet adversary. I was helpless in Manlet's grasp. Manlet had his face buried in my sweaty and heavily muscled chest. He tightened his hug around my thick torso as his arms swelled like a python squeezing its prey.

I began to go limp in the Manlet's powerful grip. I am weakening. I leaned heavily into Manlet's embrace, my arms dangling at my sides and my mouth open and drooling. My eyes started to flutter and my breaths slowly became more shallow. Manlet cinched his bearhug in tighter, driving our thick chests and erect nipples together and causing me to grimace and toss my head back in pain. Manlet looked into my face, grinned, then spit into my face as I started to fade into oblivion.

Only when he felt my big body go completely limp – all except for my rock-hard Mule-cock - did Manlet finally release the bearhug. When he did, I slid down his magnificent miniature physique.  Both of our muscled packed bodies are sweaty, swollen and pumped from our exertions. I sink to the cave floor, barely conscious.

"Have I made you into my muscle bitch yet, muscle bitch?" He caresses my powerful physique. "Because I think I have!" I instinctively react to the muscle worship. I raise my shoulders back and puff out my big chest.

How about now? The Manlet has me helpless. He reaches and
 begins playing with my perfect pecs

He begins caressing my pecs and nipples. My nipples begin to harden as does my cock. He pulls on my left nipple, then takes it in his mouth. As he nibbles and sucks on my left nipple, he is working his washboard abs over my horse cock. I groan, leaking precum like a broken faucet. He pulls his mouth off my tit. I got a tiddy hard-on spiking out like an inch of hard rubber. The Manlet leans forward and kisses my neck, then sticks his tongue in my ear. He whispers, “You're mine, you awesome muscle bitch. I fought you. I beat you. I fucking own you.” He flicks the sensitive nub of my nip with his finger and I jump.

You're mine, you awesome muscle bitch. I fought you. I beat
you. I fucking own you.

I told you from the beginning, you would end up like this, Muscle Bitch,
 he said turning my shade back on me!

That's a good muscle bitch.  You can't wait for my cock, can you?

Time for some fun, Mule.
Suck my cock!

"OK, time for you to have some fun, Mule. Suck my cock!"  Manlet ordered, as he gripped his thick cock in one hand and stroked till it was hard in his grasp. 

While the thought of the taste of the dominant stud in my mouth was tempting enough to make my own cock throb harder, instead of submitting, as the cowed beta'd part of Your Mule desired, the defiant, if scarred, alpha side of me said: “Make me!” I think that is called hubris. 

“Are you fucking serious after the beating I just gave you Mule? Make you? Make you! OK, I’ll fucking make you suck my cock then..." Manlet was surprised at my response but not pissed off. In fact he smiled at the thought of making me suck dick. 

“You can try!” was my cock sure reply.  The beta'd part of me relished the thought of feeling his dominance exerting itself over me again, forcing my physical and sexual submission, and so Beta and Alpha were joined in a momentary alliance as my rippling muscles echoed my defiance. 

"I will put you down on your knees just like you did to me. And I will force you to suck my cock until you choke on it. And this is what I am going to use to force my cock down your throat." as he showed off his awesome physique with a bounce of his mammoth pecs and then swung his arms up in a massive double bicep shot, flexing his entire body in a hot bodybuilder pose.

"I could just rape you, Mule. We both know you wouldn't be able to stop me if I wanted to rape you. Nor would you really want me to stop judging from your erect donger.   But instead, we are going to have some "man to man fun". No chicks allowed. I'm glad I sent the slut away! Another test of strength Mule, a pure power test of overhead hand to hand. If you put me down to my knees I’ll suck your cock, Mule. And if - make that 'when' ha ha - I put you down you I will fuck your throat until you choke on my cock. Loser sucks the winners cock!" said Manlet with a final confident bicep shot.

Manlet stroked his thick cock to full hardness

Manlet moved into position to face me. Both musclemen’s heavy pecs heaving up and down, our cocks rubbing against each other as we faced off just coldly glaring into each others eyes. Manlet had a small smirk on his face as he raised his right hand.

 I responded interlocking my fingers with Manlet. Then I raised my left arm and this time Manlet responded by raising his and locking his fingers with mine.

Both of us surged our powerful arms in a titanic battle of trying to force the other down. Our massive muscled chests slammed hard against each other. Manlet held his ground, so I surged with as much force as I could.  Manlet's arms shook violently as my power slowly began to force his arms down. I was slowly getting some momentum over him. Manlet let out a huge grunt, then returned my push.

Beads of sweat trickled down our bodies as both of us vied for position, trying to drive the other down but neither seemed to give, as if we were both locked like two titan bulls of muscle. Body to body and muscle to muscle we pushed grunted and gritted our teeth as our cocks throbbed against each other. My arms bulged with the intense effort I applied, but Manlet still wouldn’t go down.

Sweat beaded on both of us and formed rivulets as the titanic struggle continued, pushing and shoving with our massive muscles, but neither seemingly being able to further the advance in bringing the other down to his knees.

It looks like I have found a perfect opponent to test my strength against.  He is my equal in power, strength, and stamina.  We are two  muscle bound bull-studs.  We had Battled to a standstill in hand-to-hand combat but all my muscle had proved useless against this very skilled and determined alpha male warrior with an amazing physique and fantastic muscles.

Manlet used every once of his considerable muscle as he exerted his full force against me. My boulder shoulders bulged and struggled to stop the rush of power from the Manlet. The Manlet's sudden burst of power overwhelmed my strength, and he finally dropped me to one knee. But I channeled all my power into my arms, and pushed back up, keeping Manlet from forcing me all the way down to both my knees. My new position on one knee meant Manlet's cock was now inches from my face. I could see Manlet was already primed and oozing pre-cum. From this head on angle, Manlet's thick cock and fat cock head looked huge.

Manlet smiled and pressed his arms downwards in another attempt to put me down on both knees. The sweat dripping off our bodies is forming a pool on the dark cave floor. 

I tensed my body and every muscle seemed to explode to even more mass as I writhed and struggled against the final put down.

I pushed tensing, straining and rippling every ounce of muscle fibre I possessed. I tried in vain to stop the onslaught of power but it was to no avail as Manlet finally gave one last shove, my legs give out and both my knees crash onto the hard cave floor.

I am on my knees, stunned. The eerie silence of the cave is interrupted when Manlet quietly says:  "You lost…"  Yes, as shocking at it is, The Manlet won the test of strength! 

I looked at Manlet standing before me. My fact is level with the Manlet's cock. His thick cock, directly in front of me, is growing erect and oozing pre-cum. Manlet places both hands behind his head, flexes his hairy pecs and abs and makes his hardening cock bob up and down in front of me. The dominant stud muffin is showing off his virile, masculine muscleman body. My eyes wander over this pocket Hercules' powerful body and increasingly expanding cock, 7.5" long with the circumference of a beer can. Like it's owner, the cock was short but very wide and vascular.  It's a pussy stretcher. I wonder how many vaginas he has destroyed with that cunt wrecker. With a huge grin and a throbbing erection that is dripping precum. Manlet said “I think you are going to enjoy tasting manlet cock.” as he moved closer.

Manlet stood stroking his thick cock back and forth,looking down on me with a contented smile on his face he let the sensation of the jerking consume him for a brief moment before gripping me by the back of my head with his left hand and yanked my face to stare up at his cock.

Manlet stood, his cock rock hard and dripping with his muscle juice of pre-cum. “Stay on your knees.” Manlet ordered. Humiliated and defeated in the test of strength, I obeyed. I remained on my knees and Manlet thrust his thick cock at my face “Now suck my cock like the awesome muscle bitch I made you....”

I gripped Manlet's thick hard cock and began to lick my tongue up and down the powerful thick shaft before swallowing the fat head into my mouth, my tongue working the head as my hands slowly jerked the girthy cock shaft up and down. I take his fat cockhead in my mouth, my head lowering and raising repeatedly over the muscled manlet's rock-hard meat. Manlet rocked his hips thrusting his cock deeper down my throat as my large hands began to work the shaft faster and harder gripping it tight. Manlet groaned with pleasure as my thick lips caressed his throbbing manhood, sucking and licking the dripping pre-cum and letting it trickle down my throat.

Faster and faster and squeezing the cock tighter with his huge hands Manlet seemed to relish in the roughness of how I handled his cock.

I thrust my long, warm tongue down the shaft and began to suck on Manlet huge balls, my mouth and tongue engulfing the two goose egg sized balls. With one sudden lunge forward Manlet thrust his beer can sized cock deep down the back of my throat.

Back & forth Manlet slammed his cock into the back of my mouth and down my throat, drawing it almost out and then thrusting it all the way back down. The taste of pre-cum oozed its way down the back of my throat.  My eyes widened as Manlet powerful thighs bulged with thick gargantuan rock like muscle as he thrusted harder and harder.

Manlet rhythm became faster and faster as his cock throbbed as he forced me to swallow even deeper, never giving me chance to break free to get a breath. His massive muscled body heaving and dripping in glistening sweat, Manlet grinned as he thrust his cock all the way down and then stopped his rhythm with his cock planted deeply at the back of my throat.

“I could fucking choke you with my cock right now Mule.” Manlet said “All I need to do is just hold it right where it is and watch your lights go out. Want me to do that, you cocksucking muscle bitch...you want me to choke you the fuck out cold with my cock's killer girth?!? Do ya, muscle bitch?”

Manlet grabbed me by the back of my head and thrust my head down onto his cock once more. Holy crap he's got some extreme girth on this fat manlet dong. Manlet groaned as his cock slid down the back of my throat once more. I gripped Manlet big bull balls and squeezed them hard with one hand  but the pain only made Manlet thrust his hips back and forth and forced the pulsating cock deeper down my throat. Manlet powerful legs stiffened and he gripped my head with both his powerful hands as the I continued to work his girthy cock Manlet groans of pleasure became louder as his hips thrust quicker.  Manlet was skull fucking me!

"Don't seem small now, does it bitch..." Manlet asked with a smirk. I groaned, my mouth being stretched painfully by the thickness of the Manlet's raging hard Shetland pony sized manhood. The shaft was as thick as a beer can, and his massive cockhead was even larger! The way his sex meat must stretch out a pussy!  I don't know that I would even hit the sides of the tunnel he must have made out of his bitch's pussy.

I realized Manlet was about to unload his muscle cum as his rhythm became faster, so I slid my hands up and down the shaft, suddenly Manlet spurted and fired his first load of thick white cream down my throat before unleashing a further 10 huge spurts of his man muscle juice. Jeez, he's got some strong cum pumpers. I gagged on the huge load but the powerful Manlet gripped hard on the back of his head forced me to swallow each mouthful. Over and over Manlet pumped his juice while holding my skull in place so he didn’t waste any. Finally when he was finished skull fucking me Manlet pulled his cock out and looking hugely satisfied grinned at me “Not bad” he said as he slapped his still hard dick around my face just to humiliate his awesome muscle bitch even further. "Get Up!" he ordered.

Manlet stood back looking satisfied as I finally got back to my feet wiping the back of my hand across my mouth to wipe the remainder of Manlet cum from my lips.

"Daymn," I thought. That was some daymn skillful skull fucking I just got. This manlet knows how to fuck! That was a fucking Jamal-sized load.  Manlet must have a fucking testosterone factory between his legs.

"Yeah, not bad at all...now that's why I made you my 'awesome muscle bitch" Manlet spoke with confidence and arrogance.

You know what to do now. Suck my Manlet cock,
 awesome muscle bitch!

Oh, yeah, like that, keep going, you are experienced at this,
Mule, like a pro!

"Oh, yeah, like that, keep going, you are experienced at this, Mule, like a pro!"

Not the phrase a guy wants to hear when he has been forced to suck another Man's dick and balls!

You're a good cocksucker. Better than that boring cunt

 I offered to you earlier...

"You're a good cocksucker. Better than that boring cunt,I offered to you earlier...I  attribute it to your outright enthusiasm.  I am glad that you are enjoying being my awesome muscle bitch, makes this a win-win situation....heck who am I kidding, I am the winner, you are the complete LOSER, that is what makes you SUCH AN AWESOME BI-ITCH!  But losing can be fun, if your wrestling to see who ends up on top. And I can tell you liked it."  Manlets can never just take the win, they always got to ruin it for everybody with their lip-flapping.

"NOW STAND UP!" Manlet shouted.

“So the big blond muscle bound bull-stud has been dominated like a little girl...by a Manlet!” Manlet mocked me. He flexed his massive right bicep and glanced briefly at it with a satisfied look at how huge it bulged into a mound of rock hard muscle. "Check it out. That's Manlet supremacy right there...and it's time you Manmores begin to accept it!

"I owe you this..." I heard Manlet say just before he swung a fist deep and hard into my rock hard abs. He had put all of his power into a right-handed punch to my gut! 

"I owe you this..."

 Caught by surprise with no chance for a defensive gut flex, the brutal blow cause my muscular body to fold in half around the Manlet's fist that had impaled my gut. Manlet extracted his fist from my belly as the force sent my massive body staggering back, still bent over and clutching my screaming abs, shaking my head in disbelief with my eyes closed in agony. Before I could straighten back up I saw the Manlet clasp his hands club his hands together into a club and swung them like a bat across my wide back sending me crashing spread-eagled to the floor. A double axe handle. The Manlet had just used the same combo against me that I had used to drop him at the beginning of our match. A shot to my gut to set it up, and then a Polish Hammer to finish me.

"Hah, yeah, I used to watch Ivan Putski wrestling on WWE as I was a kid, too.  His "Polish Hammer" never fails to deliver!".

I am laid out dick down on the cave floor, squashed like a bug hitting a windshield by the perfectly executed Polish Hammer. Manlet rolls my body over using his foot, so that I am spread-eagled to the cave floor.  I stare up at the cave ceiling my head spinning from the massive club blow from the Manlet.

I swear that I heard that damn  Popeye theme again...

I felt the way Bluto must have felt like, at the end of any Popeye cartoon! 

That terrible moment, when the glorious manmore behemoth of brawn was taken down by a pipsqueak runt!

Although perhaps I better resembled the Blond Lifeguard at the end of a Popeye beatdown in Beach Peach!

Manlet stared down at me. “Big muscle bound pretty boy Mule has been knocked out with your cock out! I reckon that makes us about even now, Manlet wins!!!” he said.

I reckon that makes us about even now

You love being my awesome muscle bitch, don't you?

So long, Mule, see ya'  later, it has been real, and it has been
fun, but it hasn't been REAL FUN... FOR YOU!

Manlet flashed his pearly whites and said: "So long, Mule, see ya' later, it has been real, and it has been fun, but it hasn't been REAL FUN... FOR YOU!"

He started to leave, but turned, not quite finished with his Manlet gloating:  "First I want you to say: I love being your awesome, muscle bitch, Roger!" waving a threatening fist.

"I love, being your awesome Muscle bitch, Roger," I echoed, compliantly, but not enthusiastically. Manlet was really  pretty much a prick, I concluded, a little Napoleon tyrant, the way he treated his sloot was testimony to this, still there was something disturbingly erotic about his exertion of total dominance over me.

My compliance only goaded Manlet on to further viciousness.  "Say: I am your muscle bitch, forever Roger, use me like the slooty ho' I am!" his fist pulled back like a spring ready to burst into my jaw.

"I am your muscle bitch, forever Roger, use me like the slooty ho' I am," I repeated, docilely. I was hating the humiliation, yet at the same time Manlet was seeming more and more physically attractive to me, his features more pleasing, and ruggedly handsome, his body ever more jacked, I assumed I was concussed. But he is really hot, and HE knows it....dammit!!!

Manlet laughed maniacally: " Now, I want you to say: I am Roger's butt-boi phaggot, and I won't give my big bubble butt to any man, but Roger!"  

Manlet laughed maniacally

For crying out loud Manlet, let it go, already!

But that fist and those biceps tho....

I hesitated for a moment, but at the emphatic insistence of Roger's fist:

"I am Roger's butt-boi phaggot, and I won't give my big bubble butt, to any man but Roger!"  This concussion was worse than I feared, for at the moment, Manlet seemed like a veritable OLYMPIAN MUSCLE GOD. I can't tolerate that Manlet is stronger, manlier and hotter than me!

Manlet certainly had the PHALLUS of an
 Olympian god, if perhaps he lacked
the stature!

Manlet preened and flexed, boasted and postured, and finally announced: "I'm out of here.  That workout and blow job made me hungry as fuck.  See you around the gym, muscle bitch.   Instagram me and let's schedule a workout together.  We can get a heavy lifting session in and then grab a big steak after.  I heard you're a rich fucker now, so you can buy! Plus in the morning you can swing by my place before work and bring me coffee and take care of my morning wood!" 

I cannot lie to you, in the momentary haze of smitten subjugation, all of this seemed correct, righteous and I was all in. And frankly I was going to say anything to get out of this fucking cave.  But he was no Bo, he was a Manlet, and I roused from my stupor and rejected the proposition in my mind.

My head clearing in more ways than one, I realize now that I had met this Danny Devito before, at the gym they called him Braggy, the forgotten Snow White dwarf.  He even gave me his digits once and social media info in an effort to become "work out buds", I had immediately deleted his info from my phone when I left the gym that day, no wonder he was so angry and spiteful! But who can remember the names or faces of EVERY manlet you meet, AMIRIGHT?

I'm out of here.  That workout and blow job made me
 hungry as fuck.

Manlet slips back into his tight pants as he prepares to leave. That's a lot to pack into a pair of small jeans. I don't know which is hotter, his tight abs or the tight jeans.   He can't resist giving a goodbye stomp to my testicles. He looks straight down at my downed form, laying on my back.  My muscularly husky attacker watches my still aching muscled stomach, swelling and shrinking with each heaving breath I take. I look up at his furry sweat-soaked, muscled torso.  The Manlet steps between my legs, kicking them and spreading them wider apart. My long flaccid horse cock is flopping over my bull sized ball sack, the fat tip of my massive meat reaching the ground.

Where is that damn bitch with my sammitch, it has
been AGES, that damn, useless, stupid ho! Need to slap
her around a bit and beat the sloth out of her!
I think through the pain: HR video 26 would have something
 to say about Manlet's views on women!

As he pressed down hard on my donger with his little baby
boots I thought resentfully: Size 7 boots who wears those?
 Chicks and kids, that's who! 

Those are going to leave tread marks on my poor donger!!!

Well, it is not like you are going to be using it for anything, but
peeing, now that you're my bitch!

Muthafuckin' manlets!!!!!!-- I hollered

As I held my abused cock, low painful moans mixed with erotic sighs escaped from my lips.  My now limp thickly veined fuck tool had been brutally bruised and battered and finally bludgeon into submission.  

"Ya junk not looking so big now uhh limp dick!"  Manlet gloats as my cock shriveled up from the effects of the boot stomp to my super-gonads. "In fact, mine looks bigger, now. And after that stomp you ain't getting that cock up for any sluts tonight.."

After his little game of hacky-sack on my nuts, and having ground my beautiful loins into a throbbing mass of bruised and outraged flesh, the Manlet finally left and I lay flat on my back, sinking into despair.  I had been beaten by a manlet! By a god-damn freakin' Rumpelstiltskin!

A moment later, Boob bimbo comes running in, her bazungas bopping in step, a sammitch in each hand!  "Roger, I brought the sandwiches!  Roger?  Roger?  Oh my gosh, where is Roger,  he left!  I know he'd said he find me,but he always means I should find him,and he is not here...That means I took too long, and he is going to be SO mad."

If I wasn't laying on the ground groaning, I could have quoted to her from HR video 16, "Fostering Self-esteem in Subordinates", which I had to watch 12 times after accepting my management position n Dallas!  It would have inspired her to greater self-worth! But I do use it with good effect on Smithers at work!

"Well you look like you could use these more than Roger", she said handing me the sammitches, before running off, hoping to catch Manlet before he drove off with her clothes, leaving her naked and stranded...again...

Wait for me Roger, wait for me!!!!

Now let me tell you, Manlet had a point, because after all that time, she made two really lousy sammitches, sure I ate them, but she didn't use enough mustard, and used WAY too much mayo, and the condiments weren't evenly spread on the bread but were glopped on sloppily.  Plus she used processed American "cheese" not some good deli cheese, and that ham was DEFINITELY not Boar's Head!  What was she THINKING!

Where was I?  Oh yeah!  Oh, the humiliation! I was beating bears and Lumberjacks not too long ago, now I was pummeled by a Warwick Davis.  True, I was exhausted and hungover from a night of drinking and carousing, but still, a manlet?  That is an automatic Man-card suspension!

Needless to say, I immediately switched gyms so as to avoid running into the Manlet again, such a shame, I really liked that gym! 

That will teach you to give away my sammitches, bitch!!!

Moral of the story, when you meet a manlet at the gym, do not be so quick to dismiss and disrespect them, a Manlet's revenge is a terrible thing!!

You might be interested in other stories where Your Mule fights Manlets:

Penguin

Just Seven Days

Midgets in the Gym

New King of the Gym!  No one calls him Braggy anymore,
they call him SIR!

Oh, Roger!!!!

You're my hero!

I'm strong to the finish because I take my steroids,
 I'm Roger the Manlet Boss!

Nota Bene:

I  know what you all are thinking, you are incredulous that a god-damn Manlet would win both the battle and the heart of a sloot at the end of a fight with a Manmore.  

 It is the god-honest truth, that is the way it happened!  Manlet was a dangerous and UBER TOUGH adversary, a Pocket Battleship with awesome firepower!

 ...and as for the sloot, she wasn't all that much now, was she?

Shut your big yap Mule, I YAM THE HERO OF THIS STORY!

You're just jelly of my prowess, muscle bitch!

I trashed your sorry ass, Mule!

A  Manlet whomps a Manmore cartoon to send you on your way: