Friday, August 30, 2019

Prequel: Mule meets "Big Dick" Taurus



This is a prequel to the opening segment of Mule vs The Special Negotiator   This is the background story of how Mule first met Richard "Big Dick" Taurus, Esq. who was introduced in the above story.  This story is for all you fans of Richard"Big Dick" Taurus, Esq.  Story by Mule, Original Art by Steve, editing and additional picturation by Edit Brah.


Denver, Colorado.  Five years ago.

This was not what I had expected at all.  I was barely holding my own in this wrestling match with this old dude and  I had not even been holding back.

How did I get myself into this? I ask myself.  Oh yeah, I remember how....

*****

I was fresh out of Law School, still waiting on my results from the Colorado bar exam, which I had taken two weeks earlier.  I  had gotten my "dream job" of working for a boutique law firm that specialized in Sports Law.  I had been there a month  and  was still finding my way around the offices and meeting people.  One of the people I had yet to meet was Richard "Big Dick" Taurus, the firm's senior litigation partner.  He had been in a 4 week trial in Minneapolis since I had started.  I only knew him by his reputation, he was a fierce trial attorney.  Being a litigator was a rarity in a field like Sports Law, which tended to be more gentlemanly.  Aptly named, Lawyer Taurus was like a bull in a China shop, disliked and even feared by other Sports Attorneys, including his own partners.  But there was no denying that the man got spectacular results for his clients in negotiations and trials.

I liked what I had heard about him though.  "Big Dick" was an admitted fitness freak, even now in his early 60's he was still constantly working out.  I had already talked with much younger men at the gym who admitted that they eyed his sculpted muscles with envy, and marveled at his stamina and strength. As a youth "Big Dick" had taken up bodybuilding and wrestling and had proven adept at both sports. So I had a picture of Jack Lalanne in my mind, pumping iron and pulling athletic stunts well into his twilight years.


Jack Lalanne 


Since I tended to be litigious and competitive-natured myself, I was looking forward to meeting him.  And I understand he was looking forward to meeting me too.  "At least he doesn't sound like the usual pussified soy-boys we hire around here. It's more like a fucking boy-band than a law firm!" he had said, which was high praise from the terse and always direct Mr. Taurus.

"So you're a athlete, Mule?"  he asked me by way of an introduction when we finally met.   Mr. Taurus was a big dude,  6'4''and what looked to be a solid 260 lbs.  Other than his silver hair, he sure looked years younger than his age.

"Well  I played high school and college football, I was pretty good at it. I got an athletic scholarship - full ride to a top rated D-1 university!" I answered, trying not to sound too boastful.

"Meh, team sports..." he replied, derisively.  "I hear you do some boxing and MMA also.  And  I understand you did some wrestling?"

"Yes sir, actually I came in third in state my senior year of high school. I’m not exactly a novice at wrestling.”  I replied.

"It's good to know all those bulging muscles of yours aren't just for show, kid!"  suddenly Mr. Taurus was a lot more interested in the convo and in me.  "Unlike team sports, wrestling comes down to one alpha male versus another alpha male. Two muscle studs who know they can defeat most anyone their size...and then putting that reputation on the line in some good brutal, sweaty and rough alpha versus alpha fighting  to see which is the true alpha male."   

"Whoa," I thought, "that sure got him going."

"I like to grapple. I do it often. It's a man thing. Man-to-man. To see who is the top dawg."  he continued.  Then "Big Dick" finally got to the point.  "So, Mule. You want to wrestle sometime? You and me - wrestling  one-on-one?"'

I had to suppress a grin.  I mean, sure he's a big dude but even tho he looks and acts younger, he's like sixty-something years old.  But if I can score some points with a Senior partner by catering to his delusions, then I'm all in... I should have reflected on some of my experiences with Older Men that should have taught me caution, reflection, and life lessons, but you know me, caution, reflection and learning hard lessons are not my forte.

*******

So, it’s late in the day on Saturday and I’m heading past the automatic gates into a commercial/industrial park containing collection of small warehouse and storage units.  Having agreed to a match with Mr Richard Taurus, the senior partner, better known as ""Big Dick" Taurus.  I had learned through gossip and some internet doxxing that "Big Dick"loves, knows and is actually trained in wrestling.  He even has his own private gym, set up in one of these buildings, for practicing wrestling. It's funny the things rich people spent their money on.

We had talked very little about our match. "Big Dick" says he wants to test his skills, so he doesn’t want me to job (i.e., let him win). That might be true, but he's got a lot of say so about my future with the law firm. So I'll make him look good, and I'll definitely let him win a couple of falls.

These look much more upscale than most storage places.  Looks like where the 1% ers  store their toys.  Probably most of these are filled with boats and expensive cars and  who knows what else.  One thing for sure people here like their privacy, judging by the height of the fence, the razor wire on top of it, and all the security cameras.  I spot the number I was told to look for on a somewhat bigger than most building.

 I get out of the jeep,  wearing my jockstrap  under well worn jeans, t-shirt, and kicks without socks, with a pair of wrestling trunks tucked into my back pocket.   On my way, I gotten a text message. "Come in when you get here Mule.  I  will be with you shortly"  and it included the code for the front gate as well as the door.  It said to park inside.  Well, that's Interesting.

 I  approached the door and punched in the code on the keypad and the big overhead door buzzed and started to rise. I cautiously drove my truck into the building.  The door lowered behind me.  I got out my truck and  assessed my surroundings.

It had a lot of industrial quality weights and gym equipment.  
His  private gym was better equipped than most 
commercial gyms.


It was a large  space. At least 3500 sq ft. The ceiling looked to be 12 feet high.  There was a lot of open floor space, much of it covered in  black rubber gym mats. It had a lot of industrial quality weights and gym equipment. Towards one wall there was a whirlpool, a steam room, a sauna, and open showers, which gave that area of the building a real locker room feel. There were a few other doors but I didn't try to see what was behind them.  There were a  bunch of security cameras.  

There were a  bunch of security cameras.
Oddly,  some of the cams pointed at the ring

Mirrors were  on the walls for flexing and form.   His  PRIVATE gym was better equipped than most commercial gyms. It was on the level that you would expect a D-1 University or Pro-sports team to  have.  I was admiring hard. And there, in the far back of the huge room, past the punching bags and MMA striking dummies,  was a regulation full-sized wrestling/boxing ring.


In the back, past the punching bags, was a full-sized
regulation wrestling/ ring

“Quite a nice romper room Big Dick's got  here!" I thought.  Out loud all I expressed  with a chuckle was: "Whoa. Radical." 

There are some pics on one of the walls.
I wonder who these petty boys are?
They look like Abercrombie & Fitch models

I am starting to suspect that "Big Dick" has invited a lot of 
dudes to his Private Gym! Jacked and athletic dudes at that!
 I wondered exactly what sort of wrestling and athletics,
BIG DICK had in mind...

I walk into the ring area, taking it all in. It's slick with a professional-sized ring and black walls with spotlights over the squared circle. There were even more security cameras, in the ring area.  Man he has a lot of cams.   It all looks really good.  I  kick off my tennies and slide under the bottom rope, raising my hands and spinning, as though I was on Monday Night Raw and there was a real audience. I bounce on the mat a few times , getting a feel for the ring.

Whoa!  There is no give to this mat at all.  The ring flooring is as solid as a concrete.   Taking a bump or a fall on this is going to hurt like a muthehfuker even with the mat over it.

I'd planned to show "Big Dick" some real clean moves, let him win a fall, let him think he gave me a real workout and be on my way early enough to enjoy the rest of my Saturday night.  But with a facility this nice I might try to stretch things out longer. I get out the ring to inspect it further.  Gezuz!  The ring deck is made of riveted steel plates. That's going to make for a stiff match no matter how much I try to take it easy on the old dude.  I wonder what he spent on all this?

"A half-million dollars... " a voice above me says.  "You were wondering what it costs to build  and furnish a private gym like this.  Everyone does....!  It sounds extravagant, but its cheaper than a yacht or another trophy wife, and a hell of a lot more fun.. " I look up and "Big Dick" is  standing confidently in the ring.  I am not sure where he appeared from. But I got more than that on my mind as my smile is replaced by a stunned look.

"Geezus!!!" It's all I can think. "Big Dick" Taurus  is  CGI hulk beast-mode Hooge!  He's wearing just black trunks.  I don't see an  an ounce of fat on his 6'4", 260-lbs body. No, this guy is all muscle.  A fucking mountain of rippling muscle. Shit, he's bigger and more muscular than any of the guys I have met at any of the gyms here in Colorado! And  not just muscle, but that gnarly, dense mature hard as granite muscle that older powerlifters have.

Big Dick's bare muscled torso is hooge!
He is built and ripped beyond anything
I would had imagined was concealed by his well tailored suits.


Big Dick's bare muscled torso is hooge, and built and ripped beyond anything I would had imagined was concealed by his well tailored suits.  The muscles and veins in his biceps swelled like air had just been pumped into them. He was one swole dude. "And he must be strong as fuck -- geez, those muscles!" I thought to myself as I surveyed the muscleman’s impressive physique. I had to admit, Big Dick's beefy but ripped body was impressive -- on the same level as my own.  Yeah, I'm impressed with his physique, but I've wrestled and beaten a lot of bodybuilders before.

I surveyed the older muscleman’s impressive physique.
Geezus...! Big Dick was one swole dude!
And with those muscles he must be strong as fuck!
I had to admit, Big Dick's top-tier body was on a level
 with my own!


I try not to stare.  "Big Dick" sure has a good game face, he's looking confident as fuck. I remind myself that I am here to make sure he has a good time  and remember this guy is expecting a match.  I step towards him and slowly peel off my tee shirt,  tossing it to the side.  Now I am standing there with just  my ass-hugging jeans and muscle-armored naked torso.  I flex my biceps, bounce my pecs, and  then make a show of rolling and stretching out my shoulders, neck and arms. "Big Dick"  hasn't taken his eyes off me the whole time.  He is staring me down, but it’s also obvious that he’s enjoying the muscle show I'm putting on for him. Then he launches into a flexing routine giving me a muscle show in return.

It was a muscle display showdown, and despite my
youth and vigor, I cannot honestly say I decisively won this showdown,
nor intimidated him, as I intended.

I watched as this Methuselah with muscles dragged the palms of his hands down his jutting pecs and across the deep ridges of his eight-pack abs. When he reached his waist, he put his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his wrestling trunks.   "Are you man enough to wrestle like men in just our jocks?" he asked.  I smiled and nodded my agreement.  The old musclehead still got  swagger!

Are you willing to wrestle like men? In just our jockstraps?
I smile and nod my agreement as he peels off his trunks and I strip 

off my jeans 

I'm tanned, I'm jacked, and I have a big dick - I don't care who sees me naked.  He peels off his trunks as I strip off my jeans.  We face each other in the ring, two musclemen in just our jockstraps. Not just musclemen, more like twin mountains of rippling sinew.  Even the steel plates of the ring floor groan and bounce under our combined weight of  a quarter-ton of jacked muscle!

So here I am, 24 years old and just out of law school, squaring off with another bodybuilder, just a muscled and just as jacked as I am, but 62 years old.  

We face each other in the ring:
  Two musclemen in just
 our jockstraps

Down to just his jock strap, "Big Dick" stood with his hands on his hips, flexing so that his abs rippled and his pecs bounced. There is a pronounced bulge in "Big Dick"'s jockstrap that can barely contain his several inches of  thick flaccid cock and bull sized nutsack.  "Big Dick" checks out my naked musclebutt fully exposed in my bare-ass jockstrap.  “Damn, Mule,” the Elder marveled at my exposed large smooth and meaty glutes, “your bare ass looks amazingly hot framed in your jock. It is everything I was hoping it would be. That's an award winning ass you got! Might even call it a Trophy ass,” he said with a menacing laugh.

So here we are, Mule. The young bull versus the old bull 
wrestling Mano-a-Mano!

"So here we are, Mule. The young bull versus the old bull! Your body versus my body to see who's stronger. Me and you, wrestling Mano-a-Mano!" Taurus said as he flexed his massive bodybuilder biceps. The senior litigator tilted his head to the side as he studied my sculpted muscles. Then he continued. "How about we go no holds barred? Let's just beat the shit out of each other until one of us cries 'uncle'. That way we'll know for sure who's the better man here!"

How about we go no holds barred?

Let's just beat the shit out of each other  until one of us cries 
'uncle'.  That way we'll know for sure  who's the better man!

Show me what you got, Mule!
 Try to kick my ass! Then 
I will beat  you to a fucking pulp!


"Sure" I reply without a moments hesitation.  Got to keep the old dude happy, after all. I would give him a few welts and bruises, nothing serious, Mr. M. would not be pleased if I seriously damaged the firm's senior litigator and rainmaker.  "Good! Then let's get this show on the road.  Show me what you got, Mule! Try to kick my fucking ass - head on, face to face! Simple, huh?"  The graying grappler-lawyer said with a confident smile. "And while you try to kick my ass,  I will be beating  you to a pulp!"

With a sly wink, "Big Dick"  gives me a bicep check. "What is it you young lifters say these days? Sun's out, guns out!" My jaw drops as the ancient fuck flexes a captivating, rock hard, boulder size arm at me.




This wasn't some past his prime old muscleman.  As hard as it is for me to wrap my head around it, I am squared off with a fellow  bodybuilder of incredible muscularity .  One on my own  super-powerful top tier level.  It was not often that I see someone whose physique is in the same LEAGUE as mine.   I was 24 years old, fresh out of law school, an athlete, and yet 62 year old  "Big Dick"  was built every bit as good as I was.  

And I shit you not, I know he's old, but"Big Dick"  is boner-inducing  hot and getting hotter. I cannot lie, his hot muscular ass,  fully exposed and framed in his old school style bare ass jock strap, flexing with every step, is definitely fuckable and had me as horned up, as much or more than the anticipation of battle.  He’s attracted to me as well, which is why I'm here in the first place, but heck that is normal, even straighter guys than Taurus go a bit, bicurious when I am around.  I just never expected to be so intensely attracted to him as well.  He's got a killer body, but he's still 40 years older than me, for fucks sake! WTF!   Stop. Keep focus, I roll my shoulders back. Wrestling first!


 I cannot lie, his hot muscular ass,
  fully exposed and framed in his old school style
bare ass jock strap, flexing with every step,
 is definitely fuckable and had me  horned up as fuk

 I was surprised by the attraction I suddenly felt
 for a man who was forty years my senior,
but heck, a bod like that inspired lust.


Suddenly a bell rings to signal the beginning of the match.  It must have been on a timer because I don't see anybody working a ring clock.

We answer the bell and "Big Dick" and I circle the ring. He looks fucking solid, like a literal wall of muscle.  Nothing on him jiggles, and with his deep artificial tan and oiled skin under the bright lights, you can see every contour on his body.  I'm glad this is a wrestling match and not a physique contest. I'm sexier and lots younger, but he's bigger and even more cut. He might win a bodybuilding contest, but in a fight all that muscle will just make him slow and clumsy,  and make him gas out sooner.  I've rolled with body builders who out weighted me and by the 2nd minute they were gassed and I just continued to drain their tank and end it.


He looks fucking solid, like a literal wall of muscle.  Nothing
 on him jiggles, and with his deep artificial tan and oiled skin
 under the bright lights, you can see every contour
 on his body.

Too much muscle can be bad as it'll gas you out quick, and being  bulky can make you not flexible for certain moves.  In a fight it's ALL conditioning.  You can't gas out.. you need to fight smart! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you'll win. It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! You gotta be willing to take the hits to win.

We circle the ring cautiously. Or at least I'm cautious. "Big Dick" looks supremely confident as he rolls his shoulders and tilts his head back and forth. He throws his hands out and back, loosening them up, looking for any opening. He's bouncing, keeping light on his feet, ready for any trick I might try.  His air of confidence and supremacy gave me a moment's pause, but as testosterone surged through my own muscular frame, my own confidence and sense of invincibility soared. I flexed a bicep to demonstrate my power.


We flexed on each other with an exchange of bicep checks!


I'd would love to just charge in and challenge those big muscles, but I don't. When facing a powerful guy with this kind of muscle you need to be careful in the initial lockup. Even some common counters, like a knee to the abs, are unlikely to work. My knee will bounce off those cobblestone abs, he won't feel it, and I'll be in a vulnerable position. A front facelock will turn into a spear to the corner. A side headlock into a side suplex. 

"Big Dick" moves in again for a lockup and I meet him again.  From the first moment we touch, I can feel the power inside the older bodybuilder. His incredible body is  unbelievably solid. 

No tricks when we lockup - just man-on-man pressing and shifting. My strength vs his.  We fight for control. He tries to pull me down. I try to shift him left then right. "Big Dick" pushes against me. I was counting on my youth and strength advantage.  But he's pushing me back just as hard as I push him and I know that, as difficult as it it to believe, I have met my match in this old man.  He stymies me with weight and grip shifts, while matching my strength. We’re grunting and sweating, but not getting anywhere.  His shoulder and forearm are like solid steel and my fingers don't even dent his skin.  "Big Dick" pushes me off him, tossing my 248-lbs of muscle backwards.  We immediately lockup again.  I twist, trying to move him, but he throws me back again. I stumble back two more steps this time, almost back to the ropes. The old muscleman is trying to prove he is the stronger man.  But he's not going to win just throwing me backwards.

"Big Dick"put up his hands for a contest of strength!
We lock-up in a battle of upper body strength!

Big Dick leaned away from my upper body for a second and
 then collided his built-like-a-brick-shithouse torso against me.

You will experience the humiliation of being out muscled
as I bring you to your knees!

Now I will prove I am the strongest, Mule.
No technique, no skill, just my raw muscle and brute strength.


We fight for control. My strength vs his. 
Big Dick's powerful back muscles rippled, as we struggle for dominance!

We were both going balls-to-the-wall, exerting all our muscle-
power over each other, holding nothing back!  

But Big Dick is pushing me back just as hard as I push him.
  He stymies me with weight and grip shifts, while matching 
my strength. 

We’re grunting and sweating, but not getting anywhere.
  As hard as it it to believe, I may have met my match in this
 old man.


My teeth were gritting together, my forehead sweating, 
my neck muscles flaring. My mighty biceps swelled to 
enormous size but I still couldn't move his arms. 

The feeling of power I got from forcing BD down was
unbelievable. I take a hard look at Big Dick's exposed ass and
damn, it's spectacular. It motivates me, my adrenaline surging
 at the thought of fucking it. I felt the power coursing
through my body, and I pushed.

Suddenly, his wrists wrenched back, and he let out a low 
grunt.  He tried to stop me, but I now had the upper hand.
 I pushed, bending his hands back.  I could feel Big Dick 
starting to shake.

My muscular upper physique overpowered Big Dick's huge
bulging rock hard arms and shoulders. I bulldozed my
powerful adversary backwards as inch-by-inch, I slowly
 forced Big Dick down until he was on one knee!

The feeling of power I got from forcing Taurus down to his
knee was unbelievable! My donkey-sized boner jutted forward
and tented my jock. You could have drowned a toddler in the
precum in my now soaking jockstrap!


I circled "Big Dick" warily. We trade headlocks, standing armbars, flips, forearms and stomps. Neither one of us can maintain an advantage. I should be annoyed, but I'm actually impressed with "Big Dick" being able to more than hold his own against me,  and being able to counter me for minute after minute of fast-paced ring action.  Man, but this old guy is tough.  We're both sweaty, but neither of us are tired. I'm amazed by Taurus's conditioning. I mean, I've been an athlete since I was old enough to walk.  I pretty much lived in a gym while  in middle school, high school, college and then law school.  But this old dude maintains a big time high stress job AND this amazing body. .

I go for a third lockup, but as I am coming in he surprises me with a kick to the gut that drops me to one knee. THUD! OOF! CRACK!  I let him push me down to one knee. As soon as I kneel down, I use all my strength to push up. I drive him into the ring post. BAM!




I pin him in the ring corner with my forearm across his chest. I draw my hand back then drive it into his abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! My punches just bounce off Taurus's rock hard and rippling solid ab muscles without any effect. Frustrated, I lash out with another fist to the thick six-pack, putting all my power into the punch. THUD! ARGH!  I hold in  a pained cry as I shake out my hand.  It felt like I had punched a big oak tree. OK, at least now I know I can't hurt "Big Dick" with a fist to the abs.

 Taurus moves to push me off, but I grab his right arm and pull him away from the ropes, using his own momentum. As he stumbles forward, I trip him. He falls face down onto the floor. BOOF! I leap forward, slamming my butt onto his back. PLOP!

"Big Dick"  squirms under me, but he can’t stop me from pulling him up into a camel clutch. I lock his arms over my thighs. Then I  bend him even more.  Taurus moans loudly as I pull his head back harder.

Big Dick squirms under me, but he can’t stop me from
pulling him up into a camel clutch

 I lock his arms over my thighs.  Then I  bend him even more.

Big Dick moans loudly as I pull his head back harder.

I lean back, increasing the pressure

Taurus moans loudly as I bend his powerful body more and
 more.  He’s a tough old bastard and refuses to submit!

Do you Give? I demanded.
Fuck you! Was his defiant response.

I lean back, increasing the pressure. He moans loudly as I bend his powerful body more and more. The cries get louder and more desperate. I work the camel clutch as best as I can, but he’s a tough old bastard  and he refuses to give."Big Dick"  growls, “Fuck you! " when I ask him to submit.  He's too stubborn for me to get a win this way, so I release him from the hold, making sure I slam his face into the floor as I do it. BOOF! I rise up, digging my foot onto his back.

I push down hard as I bend forward to grab his wrists. I lift his arms up into a surfboard, forcing them forward. Taurus groans loudly as I punish his shoulders. I work him, enjoying the position of dominance as I wear the older bodybuilder down. I’ve got to keep the pressure up, but I definitely feel good about things. I know I’m not getting a submission with this hold though, so I let his arms fall.

"Big Dick"  tries to crawl away, but I press down with my foot and flatten him again. SPLAT! I reach down, grabbing him by the hair.


Sometimes you win through your own strength and skill: Sometimes through your opponent’s mistakes.  I’m not proud, I take my wins where I can get them.

We were ten minutes in and I had not gone the way of the preppy boys on BD’s trophy wall. This was causing some confusion in BD’s lawyer/fighter brain as he prowled the ring and he risked a bad-tempered hay maker which missed its mark and landed him on his muscled butt.  I could have stood and laughed, but figured that would not have been smart. Instead I locked him up in one of my specialty front choke MMA holds. Bent double with his head locked under my shoulder, BD knew that unless he pulled something out of the bag, he was trapped.

 I knew he’d be running a check on which parts of his normally invincible body hurt most - the twisted neck, the crunched abs, the bent back, the hamstrings stretched to snapping point - trying to figure a way get free. It was like trying to keep a lid on a volcano as he repeatedly powered up and tried to power out. Feeling and watching those big muscles ripple, trying to break free from the vice I had him in was awesome. 

“You ain’t dealing with no pretty muscle pup wannabe now, you’re dealing with a real man. Save yourself more pain  and humiliation.  Stay down and tap out, old timer!”  I told him. 

This brought the biggest burst of power yet as he fought the pain and the humiliation but his lungs neck were squeezed tight and there was no air to feed his massive muscles. His left arm hung loosely over my right shoulder and a final crunch down brought the tap I was waiting for.

People talk about stuff being “as good as sex”. Now,  after much research, I can tell you this is bullshit but this came pretty close.


As I expected, I was dominating the older man, but he was
 putting up quite the fight, forcing me to put in maximal effort
rather than the restrained energy I had anticipated.


Sinews bulged and rippled from the titanic effort of the two
musclemen, Taurus and I, your Mule.


Just as I thought I had him, he turned the tables and had me
fighting defense...


The best defense, is a good offense...


Let's see you get out of this hold, old-timer!


Not see easy as you thought, eh young punk, now watch a
master grappler at work Millennial trash!


You over confident young fool. You let your guard down!
You are no match for  me, Mule! But keep trying. 

 I am enjoying beating you
 into submission!

OWWW...didn't see that coming! OOOFFF!!! UNGGHHH... 
OWW That really hurt. I could be in big trouble here UGNH...
I was overconfident and I underestimated the full extent of his skills &
 power!  




I wasn't sure whose grunts and gasps were louder, Taurus or
mine, as we tired each other out with frustrated exertions!

Who have you been wrestling Mule, your mom?  I expected
more from a big young stud like you!
Well it certainly wasn't YOUR MA, cuz  I wasn't even alive in
the 19th century,
I retorted.

My mother is still alive, you millennial punk!
Wow, I didn't realize people could live to 300
, I sneered.

I maneuvered to bring the old-timer down, but he was as
slippery as an eel, and as  hard to pin down.

Watching it later on the tape, it looked as good as it felt at the time. 500 pounds of prime, rippling muscle squeezed together so tight that you couldn’t tell where one man’s ended and the other’s began. That and the sound of  Taurus's rasping breath as he went down was plenty to get my Old Faithful tingling again. From the corner of my eye, BD’s wide eyes, flared nostrils and the hand clamped on his crotch told me my new boss felt the same.

When he once again faced me,  I whip my arms around his waist. I lock him in a bearhug. He moans as I tighten my grip. I crush him against my body. I grind my hips, distracting him with some light frottage.

With two muscle studs  both hung like horses, our cocks were engaged in battle down below while our torsos also battled. For an instant we stood cemented together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock. We pressed our rock hard bodies together. We flexed and ground our huge rock hard jutting pecs, rippling abs and swollen crotches together.  We both groaned involuntarily from the overwhelming erotic stimulation we experienced.

 "Big Dick"  had a  true bodybuilder musclegut, as did I. Our  shredded 8-pack abdomens were inflating and deflating against one another!  With our massive bodies dripping with sweat, our  huge pecs began to dig into each other as our sweaty chests mashed together.

The four decades older muscleman  pressed his rock-hard body into mine, grinding his huge pecs, his muscular belly, and his swollen crotch against mine.   We stood face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft, with  massive muscle bellies sucking in air against each other.  We were two sweaty, ferocious titans, our muscular bodies glued together,  grunting like silverback apes  as we each tried to crush the other. It was as hot-as-fuck.

"This is  turning you on, Mule!"  BD whispered hoarsely directly in my ear.    "You're enjoying rubbing boners and bodies with me.  You are perving out over my cock and muscle! I bet you're gonna love licking my nuts and  taking my  big dick up your ass after I  kick your ass!!!" he taunted.   Taurus gleefully ground our swollen over-packed jock pouches together.

Then "Big Dick"  moans as I torture his back harder while grinding back with my own sexual play. I squeeze him as hard as I can. He groans. I shake him back-and-forth. He grips my shoulders to steady himself. I feel his fingers dig into my traps as he fights through the pain. I sense his hands slipping down, but he surprises me by whipping them up. "Big Dick"  slaps my ears and I see stars.

I lose the bearhug, stumbling backwards.  "Big Dick" immediately moves in, grabbing me in a bearhug of his own.  The time in my bearhug clearly hadn't weakened him a bit.   I cry out as he crushes my thick, muscle ladened body. I feel it immediately. He’s strong and as rock-hard solid in the midsection and torso as I am. The pressure he exerts on my body is incredible. I grunt and fight to focus. I feel his huge hard cock press up under my  jock bulge. He bounces me up and down.


Big Dick locks me in a bearhug!  He crushed me against his 
rock-hard body using his bulging muscles to grind our jutting
 pecs, rippling abs, and swollen crotches together!

 I groaned in in agony and fought for a breath as Taurus's 
massive arms swelled like twin pythons working in tandem 
to squeeze their prey!  His face showed the intensity of the
 pressure he was using to crush my big muscles into pulp! 

The bulging biceps around my rib cage forced the breath out
of my lungs and restricted them from expanding to
gain more air.

I was slowly but surely being squeezed into submission by my
far older but equally muscular and equally strong adversary.
His big strong hands were clasped tight around the small of
my wide back as he applied even more pressure with his hug
 around my thick, sweaty torso.

I grimaced and tossed my head back,
groaning in pain. I moaned:
AHHHHHH!!!You're breaking my back!
Big Dick had a cocky smirk on his face as
he looked up to view the anguished expression
 of his rival muscleman he was crushing
against his equally muscular body

"Big Dick"  grinds on my manhood hard with his big meat. He squeezes even harder as he crushes my spine. I struggle and fight. I regain my focus.  "Big Dick"  must sense it. He lifts my feet off the floor to stop any counter of mine. I suffer in the suspended bearhug but then he throws me down. BOOF! 

I writhe on the floor.  My back is definitely feeling the impact of the abuse. We’ve been at this for a long time. I figured that a long match would be my advantage due to my younger age and stamina, but somehow the old muscle man looks bigger, stronger and fresher than when we started. I can’t believe I’m wearing down before him. "Big Dick"  drives his foot into my abs. WHOMP! I wasn’t expecting it, so I lose all my air.

This was not what I had expected at all.  I had not even been holding back. The old man had stood up to my full strength and my massive muscle. This old muscle man is actually giving me a run for my money!  He's no slouch... he is as strong as I am!  I am barely holding my own in this fight.  I'm wearing myself out while he is taking my best shots with ease!!!

His muscles pumped from the strain of battle,  the old man was swole  as fuck and looking formidable. His abs rippled and his pecs bounced. "Big Dick" stood in front of me, hands on hips.  His big chest and eight pack abs were heaving.   His thick, gnarly muscles, now pumped full of blood and testosterone from our struggle, bulged and flexed.  His arms and torso were as big, beefy and muscular as mine! Veins the size of hoses were crisscrossing  his entire body, which was now as vascular as my erect penis.  I don't know what steroids and drugs this muscle dude is on but he's definitely found the fountain of youth or something.  I wonder is it's magic. Maybe there is a pic of him aging in a closet somewhere?

The powerhouse  hunk grabs me by the hair. He pulls me up. When I reach one knee, I rise up fast, driving my shoulder into his abs. THUD! OOF! I force him backwards into the ring ropes. WHAM!  I've got to slow the big old muscleman down. He's really wearing me down.  He's not giving me a chance to recover.



I charge with a vicious shoulder block, spearing Big Dick in 
his midsection with my shoulder, driving him all the way back
 into the ring ropes with my charging 248 lbs of muscle

I have the massive muscleman pinned against the ropes, 
I drive my shoulder squarely into the cobblestone wall of 
rock that seemed to compose his abs!  THUD! OOF!  The
 shoulder block landed with a deep thud, and Big Dick's 
thickly muscled torso rippled as it absorbs the impact!

I drive my shoulder in to his steel-plated abs again. THUD! 
OOF! And again. THUD! OOF!    With each hit his grunts get
 louder and more and more air and spit flies out his mouth. 

I'm like a battering ram hitting a castle door. Big Dick began 
to grimace with each deep resonant thud as I repeated
 the tackle.   

He tightened his abs more, to ward off the unending attacks.
 His once steel abs began to buckle. I continued pounding 
his Muscleman  abs.  He began to moan in pain.

 Big Dick's body wanted to double over but the ropes held
 him up straight

 I am just about to break your abs.  Your eight-pack may rival 
my own, but not for much longer.  Soon your once steel abs will 
collapse and be quivering like jello!

He can't take much more. We both know he is  done.  But I'm
 wearing myself out too and can't go much longer either, so
 I've got to end this quick .  I got to  put everything I have left 
into the next blow and  finish him off now!

I charge with a vicious shoulder block, spearing "Big Dick" in his midsection with my shoulder, driving him all the way back into the ring ropes with my charging 248 lbs of muscle. I have the massive muscleman pinned against the ropes, I drive my shoulder squarely into the cobblestone wall of rock that seemed to compose his abs!  THUD! OOF!  The shoulder block landed with a deep thud, and Taurus's thickly muscled torso rippled as it absorbs the impact! I drive my shoulder in to his steel-plated abs again. THUD! OOF! And again. THUD! OOF!    With each hit his grunts get louder and more and more air and spit flies out his mouth. I'm like a battering ram hitting a castle door. "Big Dick" began to grimace with each deep resonant thud as I repeated the tackle. He tightened his abs more, to ward off my unending attacks. His once steel abs began to buckle. I continued pounding his Muscleman  abs.  He began to moan in pain.

He can't take much more. We both know he is done. But I'm wearing myself out too and can't go much longer either, so I've got to end this quick! I've got to put every ounce of strength I have left into the next blow and finish him off now!

I pause just long enough to make sure the helpless and suffering muscle daddy knows what's about to happen to him. "Big Dick" tried to double over but the ropes held him up straight. "Let's see, where were we? That's right, I was just about to break your abs. Your eight-pack may rival my own, but not for much longer. One last running spear and your once steel abs will collapse and be quivering like jello!"  I said, letting him know that his destruction was mere moments away.

I run to the opposite ring rope and bounce off it to increase my momentum. I'm moving like a cruise missile, my target the midsection of the muscleman trapped in the ropes. I'm the fucking Juggernaut, and nothing can stop me now. I'm coming in full throttle!

A nano second before I smash through his brick wall of abs with my shoulder, "Big Dick" raises his leg. There is no way my momentum will let me stop and my collides with his size 15 foot at train wreck speed!


I run to the opposite ring rope and bounce off it to increase my momentum

I have humored this geezer enough, time to bring this show
to a close with a grand finale.

Time to teach this senior citizen what it means to take on
THE MULE!

We both flex our muscles in anticipation...

Time for the Old Timer to  be  all: 
I have fallen and I can't get up!

Ready, set,  GO!

I head like a bullet towards the senior litigator, using my
 powerful quadriceps and calf muscles to project myself
towards Taurus who won't be able to respond to my speed
 and agility!

I have Taurus on the ropes!

I lower my head and like a bull seeing a red cape, I charge my
"horns" ready to gore my opponent.

I lower my head like a battering ram headed straight for his
abdominal wall, but the sly old man has other ideas.

A roundhouse kick hits me squarely on the jaw!

BAM! POW! ZANG!  OOF!  I am seeing stars!



The kick to my head stuns me! The room is spinning, but I've
 got to get up... I can't let him defeat me!!!


WHACK! The kick to my head stuns me long enough for "Big Dick" to  catch a breather. I am mentally going over the NFL concussion protocol while  I am still seeing stars!  But by instinct I go to lock  a front face lock on him while he is still bent over just as he manages to free himself from the ring ropes.  I grab his head and pull it into a front face lock, but he's ready for it.

He counters my front face lock by cleverly leaning against my pull. We’re  both sweaty and slippery, allowing "Big Dick"  slips free of my grip and stumble backwards. His butt hits the ropes as I land on my ass on the mat with no "Big Dick" beneath me, in defiance of my best laid plan.

 I scramble up.   "Big Dick" charges in for a spear of his own. I know it's coming. I hear his heavy footsteps. I see him bent forward and moving in. However, knowing and doing something about it are different at this point. I'm shocked by his speed as he charges me like a bull!  I definitely underestimated the speed of the muscular monster.  He's moving smoothly and efficiently, keeping control.

Big Dick drives his shoulder into my muscled gut with all the power  of a locomotive, as his mighty legs drive him forward.  A huge blast of air, mixed with spit, flies out my mouth, along with a loud  King-Kong ape-like grunt as I am impaled by the big shoulder.  UHHHHHHH!!!!  


My abs collapse as the massive man slams into my stomach like a freight train. KA-THUD! CLANG! He just barrels me into the corner hard.  I am trapped against the turnbuckle as he measures me up.    He gives me a series of rough pec chops. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I feel the sting off the blows and know my chest must be red. Then the muscle brute unleashes a flurry of fists into my softening midsection. "Big Dick" follows those ab punches with a big knee lift into my gut. THUD! OOF!  I bend forward from the impact.  It feels like my abs have been caved in by a Mack Truck.

"Big Dick" clubs me across the back, dropping me to one knee. WHOMP! I reach for his leg to trip him, but the muscle beast is too strong to topple easily. He clubs my back again. WHOMP!  He grabs my arm, pulls me back up. He pushes me into the ropes then whips me across the ring. On the rebound, I get leveled with a shoulder block that drops me to the mat.  THUD! SPLAT!

"Big Dick" stomps my gut then kicks me onto my stomach then unleashes stomps onto my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!  Again  I get dragged up then pushed into the corner. I'm still struggling, and I know I need to reverse this. I try to pull away, but "Big Dick" overpowers me. Daymn, he's living proof that "old man strength"  isn't just bro-science. There aren't many guys who can throw me around like this, so I'm not used to being manhandled....UHHH...Everything spinning...Can't ...think...can't stop him...can't...let him beat me...




"Big Dick" fires his fists into my abs, continuing to soften up my core. He's throwing short, powerful blows that tear into my flexed six-pack, remaining focused on his obvious plan to target my abs and back to wear me down. That is "Big Dick"'s strategy to win:  abs and back. Weaken my core, weaken my body. 

I’m still pinned in the corner when he draws back for another vicious shoulder block, says "My turn now.  I will use you as my personal tackling dummy"  and I take another battering collision as 260-lbs of  "Big Dick" splashes me into the corner. SPLAT! My back is against the ringpost.  The massive muscleman backs  and up drives his shoulder in again. THUD! OOF! UNGGHHH...  Daymn!  That really hurt..I could be in big trouble here...Can barely ....catch my... breath!  And again. THUD! OOF! He's not giving me time to recover... I feel my abs collapsing. He's succeeding in wearing me down. These power moves are wrecking my body.

I am bent over winded  and folded over from the shoulder block.  I sink down  in the corner.  "Big Dick" squats down. He grabs my upper chest and inner thigh. Next thing I know, I'm going up into a gorilla press! My 248-lbs flies up over his head as he ragdolls my body as though I am weightless.

I stare down at the ring from 9 feet up in the air, trying to figure out a pain-free way to get down, but my bodybuilder opponent  already has his own answer. A very painful way down. I get dropped into a gutbuster over his leg. WHAM! OOF!  I cough and gag on his leg then he pushes me off with a ton of force. I roll across the ring from the shove, holding my abs.  I hold my stomach with one hand as I use the other to pull myself up to my hands and knees.  I feel like puking after the killer gutbuster.

"Big Dick" doesn't give me a chance to recover.  He slides his hand under me, onto my ass. I get dragged up then scooped up across his chest. Oh, gawd. Not another gutbuster, I think.  But no.  "Big Dick" keeps lifting me until I'm hanging on his shoulder. I kick my feet, but the strongman  slides me down his body. My face slides over his massive bulge, in between his thighs.  I can smell his manly musk as his jock pouch covers my face. I feel his powerful arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing firmly. I'm secured in place as he has me in the perfect position for a tombstone piledriver.

I try moving my legs to kick free, but he drops down to his knees. My head slams into the mat. THWACK!  The steel plating under the mat doesn't give a bit. My body goes limp and I lose focus. I'm conscious but I can't summon any strength. I am laid out like I just got sacked by the entire offensive line! "Big Dick" is towering over to me. I look up his thick legs. Fuck, they're amazing. I look up and can see his huge jock bulge, his iron abs, and his sculpted pecs. And his face. He's smirking down at me. We lock eyes.

Instead of rising, I dive for his leg, clipping his sore knee. "Big Dick" actually cries out as he collapses beside me. I force myself to rise, dragging the older bodybuilder up by his wrist.  As I do, "Big Dick" lands an elbow to my abs. OOF! I slam his head into the ring apron. WHACK! He's stunned.  I drag him back three steps then run him into the ring apron, abs first. OOF! I do it again, knowing his rock hard stomach can take anything I dish out.  Let's see if the steel ring can break them down any better than my fists. I go for a third try, but the big man pushes me off.

I step back as he turns to face me. We cautiously stare each other down. We have both taken a lot of punishment in this match, but I have taken more.  I may be in worse shape than he is at the moment, but he's no longer 100% either, which keeps me confident!

"Big Dick" ’s right arm was snaking over my throat, pulling me back and down until my spine was almost parallel to the floor.   He grabs my hair then pulls me back and locks me into a  modified dragon sleeper.

This humbled muscle stud felt brief moment of relief as the massive  arm moved off my throat, but then was replaced with panic as I found my face guided to Big Dick’s deep armpit. 


Like most bodybuilders, BD kept his body shaved down and hairless.  Sweat droplets from "Big Dick"’s shaved armpit dropped on my face. He lowered his shoulder, his big pit moving closer to my face. Lower and lower until my nose was  inside the sweaty cave. The smell was overwhelming as the aroma entered my nostrils.


I swore  helplessly into the older muscle man’s wet, hairless underarm, as Big Dick tightened the hold  and shoved  my face deep into the sweaty recesses of his armpit and trapped it. Because of the beefy thickness of the  muscleman's gigantic arms and torso, his pit was wide enough and deep enough to completely cover  my nose and mouth, smothering me. I tried to push, to pull, anything to escape as my lungs began to burn from lack of air. But he was too strong for my struggling to do any good.  I kept  trying to breathe some oxygen back into my lungs, but all I was tasting and smelling was the sweaty, masculine musk of Big Dick's  manly arm pit.

The tide had turned on your Mule, the old timer had gained
 the initiative!

Looks like I will be adding your picture to my wall of
 Millennial losers!

It ain't over yet, old man!

Sounds like the fat lady is getting ready to sing her Aria, Mule, 
 do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee!

Quite a pickle you have got yourself into Mule, or should
I say PRETZEL!



As the edges of my vision began to dim "Big Dick"   taunted “Nighty-night, Mule,”

“Oh fuck…” I moaned in a muffled voice. I only remember the salty taste and musky, masculine scent, as I passed out.  Mere seconds later, as the world slowly began to fade back in, I found himself lying on the floor, hands above my head. I could breathe again.

As my mind cleared more, I realized  "Big Dick" was straddling me.  “Hey, meat head, you back with me?” Before I can reply, "Big Dick"  immediately locks me in a front face lock. He pulls my face onto his sizable jockstrap package.  He shoves my head between his  mighty thighs.  His powerful legs wrap around my head and he squeezes as he locks on a standing head scissors. "ARGH! Damn, it's like being put in a granite vice."  I almost black out  as he tightens the scissors.  "Oh fuck, that hurts." I push up on him, but he’s too strong and I’m worn down.

Big Dick’s manly musk fills my nose and mouth. It’s not helping me focus.  My face is up against his impressive manhood. "Big Dick"  grinds my face into his bulging jock pouch. B.D. Taurus held my face against his crotch and  masturbated my face into his over packed jock.  A sense of power flushed to his balls, from the sense of domination he got from rubbing my face over and over against his awakening cock.

He felt my hands go to his legs to support my efforts pushing my face away from his giant junk.  "Big Dick"  felt my hands tighten on his  heavy-muscled thighs as I strained to push away.  But Taurus twisted his hand viciously in my hair and crushed me even tighter against his groin.  The cock and balls nesting in his jock strap were huge and demanding release!

Big Dick's  horse cock thickened and lengthened,  his manliness asserting mastery over my choking face as I  struggled against his growing genitals.  Grunting with effort, I   fought to free myself from his vice-like grip and the hardening threat that was growing against my face.   He emphasized the threat by thrusting his  jock clad groin against my mouth.

"Big Dick"  towers above me, showing off his solid arms, his broad muscled chest, and his hard waist topped with a ripped set of abs.  Pure muscle,  testosterone-packed male virility.  Sculpted perfection, looking like an ancient statue of Zeus, chiseled from marble.  Oh fuck, my  jock pouch  expands even more as my cock gets bigger.


I hear the old-timer laugh,  then he grabs my hair and I’m pulled  up until we are eye to eye. "Big Dick"  smiles.

A split second later,  Taurus’s uppercut smashed up under my chin.  In the last second, "Big Dick"  twisted with his shoulders, resulting in me being smacked with the full weight of Taurus's  muscle-solid bulk concentrated in one fist.   The force lifted me up and my knees buckled from the brutal punch to my jaw.  I take the full brunt of the punch, head snapping upward, a splash of blood from my mouth spattering up my face, as I stumble back two steps. OWWWWW!!!...didn't see that coming.  Everything was spinning, the punch had rocked me.  

"BOOM! One punch, Bro!" he yells.  "Isn't that the expression you Millennials use?!"

 I quickly shake my head clear, sweat flying from my hair as I do."You want to throw hands? Let's go!" I growled, raising my fists as I rose back up.  I was still seeing stars and wobbled before I was able to steady up.

"Big Dick"  has one hand up behind his head, squeezing the back of his neck.  Deliberately.  Emphasizing the bulging bicep.  His other hand  is stroking with feigned indifference over the hardness of his muscled abs.   Fingertips playing with the deep ridges of his abs, and the  solid mounds projecting on either side.





  Like a true Alpha Male, he was showing me, his opponent, the "weapons" he had at his disposal in a bare-knuckle brawl. "Big Dick"  was every bit as strongly muscled as me.  He had a strong fighting chest that could take every blow and big rounded shoulders that could swing his anvil fists like sledgehammers.   Every sinew and muscle was a match for mine.  With a body like that, "Big Dick"  will be a match for me in any fist fight.

I felt my own strength being scrutinized, appraised, and dissected by a fighter who was easily my equal.  Now it is a fist fight between two enormously muscled body-builders. Two supreme physical specimens. Specimens like us had to take each other on.  We couldn't help ourselves.  We needed to prove which one was boss.

"OK, is you're such a bad-ass stud, let's see what you got! You're On! "  "Big Dick"  replies, in response to my challenge to escalate into a fist fight.

We were snarling like wild beasts right into each other’s glares, nose-to-nose.  I  seized the advantage, cracked back a lightning-fast arm and threw a powerful fist into "Big Dick" ’s muscle gut.  My arm snapped with barely a warning, and I put my  whole weight, arm and shoulder  behind that punch.    But Taurus’s gut didn’t give at all.  The senior litigator 's quick reactions allowed him to  tense his rock-hard abs against my blow in time.  The recoil shuddered back up my arms.  My fists and arms felt as if I’d hammered my punch into a large tree trunk. The force of  my punch  had pushed him back a bit but "Big Dick"  did not even give a grunt.  Taurus’s steel hard stomach muscles declared they were more than ready for anything I could throw.  The force of  my punch  had ricocheted back up my own arm, forcing me to  grimace.  The grizzled grappler's muscled torso had been ready for my fist.

"Big Dick"  spread his arms out to his sides,  confidently mocking me to throw another gut punch. I hesitated. Then without any warning "Big Dick"  threw his own big fist into my lower abs.  He caught me without a protective ab flex and his fist doubled me over as all the air and a mouthful of split was knocked out my body.

We exchanged European uppercuts (hitting each other with our forearms in an upward direction). The uppercuts land on our jaws and  upper chests. With each blow, the other would stagger backwards.

For the next  five minutes the sound of  the thud of fist into muscle filled the room and echoed off the walls, along with  the smack of punches against bone, and  bawls of pain & roars of agony.  When it was over, I lay groaning on the floor, battered and bleeding, almost out cold.  "Big Dick"  had relentlessly beaten me into a pulp.

"Big Dick" punctuated his destruction of me with taunts and muscle poses.  Yeah, I got my shit pushed in bro... big time!  Now "Big Dick"  stood over me, his victim, smiling and admiring his handiwork.

What "Big Dick" had just dished out on me wasn't just a muscle beatdown--- it had been a slaughter!!   He had deliberately continued the punishment and had made sure to work me over  until I was a bloody, beaten pulp.  I was shocked by Taurus's strength. Each and every punch he had thrown into my muscle-packed body had felt like it was  loaded with dynamite!!  He had made his point. He was every bit as strong and as powerful as me. "Big Dick"  had kicked the shit out of me!

As he did his victory pose, he announced " I told you I would beat you to a pulp, Mule!"  

"Eat a dick, douchebag" was my clever retort  Taurus just ignored my witty response and acted as though he hadn't heard me. He reached into his bag and pulled out this ancient Nikon camera, and took a picture, "another trophy for the Wall of Shame," he gloated, returning the camera to the bag.

“Now before you go home and jerk off while fantasizing about me, I still have a few more things to show you, stud! Get up!”   "Big Dick"  said firmly.

“Okay, mother fucker,” I growled,  as I warily climbed to my feet. “You caught me off guard."  Furiously I shoved him away. Dick stumbled backward and I tackled him. There was a scramble of tangled limbs.  Big Dick’s body was still  every bit as strong as it looked, and I had to struggle to keep him from rolling me to my back. Hooking his massive left leg in the crook of my right arm, I managed  to turn Big Dick flat on his back, with his shoulders squarely pinned on the mat.  I lifted my free hand to slap the mat three times and declare his pin fall victory, but at 2.5 Dick violently kicked his leg free and quickly rolled to his side.

I immediately shoved him the rest of the way over to his stomach.  Dick began to squirm forward, but the I successfully snagged the  stud’s right elbow and pried the huge arm backward behind  B. Dick’s back.

 “Time for some payback, bitch!” I announced as I  shoved Dick’s wrist high between his shoulder blades, threatening to pop his shoulder out of joint. The sexagenarian muscle hunk gasped in pain. Controlling the captured wrist with my right hand, I leaned forward and pounded my left elbow into the middle of my opponent’s muscled back. The elbow strike into Dick’s spine made the big sliver-haired muscleman groan loudly.  oooOOOFF!!

“You can’t handle a real man, face-to-face,” I gloated, grinding my elbow into Big Dick’s back. I reached forward and grabbed Dick’s chin in both hands. I  pulled, prying Dick’s powerful neck backward. He desperately tried to pull my fingers away from his chin, but I held tight.

“Feel that, Dick?”  I growled. “Feel it?!” I said louder, wrenching on my opponent’s neck harder.

UNNFFF!! Dick grunted frantically.

“I should fucking rip your head off,” I snarled,  my biceps bulging as I slowly pulled Dick’s head back a fraction farther. My cock stretched impressively in my jock, fresh  precum spreading the  stain in the fabric stretched taut over my cock head, swelling with excitement. “That little Pearl Harbor job you pulled on me is going to cost you big time, mother fucker!” 

"Big Dick" moans, but he doesn't submit.  I noted silently: "Damn, he's a tough bastard."  I struggle to keep him pinned, but he is too strong.  My 248-lbs is nothing to him. The pinned powerhouse throws me off him.

I roll away from "Big Dick, to the ropes. I grab the ropes to rise.   When I reach my feet, he surprises me from behind by hammering two hard fists into my kidneys.  I spin around with a left hook that misses.  Big Dick senses an opening when I miss and he presses his advantage with a kick to my gut then one to the side of my head that drops me to one knee. THUD! OOF! CRACK! I'm seeing stars, almost out on my knee.

"Big Dick" doesn't back off. Instead moves in with the speed of a cheetah,  and grabs me around the body. He lifts and flips, slamming me down onto my back with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! The 260-lbs monster lands on top of me. KABOOM!   As our combined  quarter ton of muscle slammed to the mat, the three quarter inch steel plates that made up the floor of the ring bounced and a sound like thunder rumbled round the room. I'm lifeless on the mat, squashed like a bug!

Big Dick moves in, and grabs me around the body

He grabs me around the waist and lifts me off my feet

He spins me around and around, building momentum for
 a power slam

 Big Dick power slams me down onto my back with a
 belly-to-belly suplex.  BOOM! The 260-lbs monster lands on
 top of me.  KABOOM!  

As a quarter ton of muscle slammed to the floor, the three
 quarter inch steel plates that made up the floor of the ring 
bounced and a sound like thunder rumbled round the room

Big Dick scraped my flattened body off the floor, lifted my squashed form to his chest,   and then quickly dropped me gut first across his outstretched right thigh as he knelt on his left knee. The air rushed out of  my lungs all at once, followed quickly by choking and coughing as I struggled to inhale again. Big Dick held me in place, hanging across his leg. Big Dick's bare  right hand swung wide and landed a cracking slap across my ass.  The hard cracking slap to my bare meaty right glute made my whole body flinch in shock. SWAT! 

Big Dick rolled me off his knee. Then he straddled my waist as  he panted heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he sucked in air, his hands on his hips. His cock is hard and his jock is pulling away from his body.  He pulls his jock down in front, and wedges the pouch under his bull-sized balls.  His thick bull-sized cock points right at me as he puts his hands on his hips, showing off and  impressing me with the length and girth of his cock as well as his muscle bound body.    Once he had caught his breath  he muscled me onto my stomach.  He spoke to me calmly while smiling brightly.

“I thought you were going to pull a win out against me for a while there, Mule. I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter! It's been a long, long time since I was that close to a loss...” 

Big Dick rolls me over onto my back, like he was teaching a dog a trick.    "Big Dick"  grips my 18"right calf, and  lifts my  right leg up into the air. Then "Big Dick"  lifts my other leg. My legs pressed hard against Big Dick's hands, and Big Dick's biceps bulged and rippled as he fought to keep my legs spread wide.  The iron
clamps of Big Dick's muscular fingers squeezed the beefy slabs of my huge calves.  We struggled against each other, with Big Dick's massive arms amazingly controlling my mammoth legs

 I can feel the head of his long snake kissing my pucker hole and trying to break in.  The fat, bulbous head of his cock is pressing against my asshole. Big Dick's mighty body tightened as he pushed harder to force his way inside my tight ass. His pulsating  cockhead parts my hole. The big victorious master-class bodybuilder pushes the head of his unsheathed anaconda  inside me. I let out a loud groan as he stretches me out. Fuck, he's big.

Suddenly, with a flex of his mighty glutes, "Big Dick"  shoves hard and fast, penetrating my ass all the way to the end of his thick 9 inch shaft. I yelp in  shock as "Big Dick" 's horse cock brutally impales my tight ass. His cock is fully inside me!  I clench my teeth, jaw muscles flexing.  My muscles peak, bulge and flex as I growl through my tight -locked jaw.   "Big Dick""  slowly, sensually, slips inch after inch of  his meat  out of my ass.  Then he pushes all the way back in with a grunt, balls deep as I moan loudly in pain as his  massive meat is tough to take.    "UNNHHH!! Fuuccckkk...!"  Still all the way inside me, he leans over and spits in my face. .  “Who is the alpha now,  muscle bitch?” he whispers quietly.     We both know he is.  "Now I'm gonna fuck you " he brags.   He begins pumping into me rapidly,  driving his cock in hard, shaking my muscleman body with the force of each thrust, pounding away harder and faster as his balls slap into my perfectly sculpted muscle ass. I lean upward and grip his massive pecs, anchoring myself with those impossibly tough slabs of beef against the force of each of his mighty thrust into my body.

“You like that, muscle bitch? How did it feel as I broke you open?  As I made you take every fucking inch of my cock!--"Big Dick"  boasted in a low voice.  He continued to taunt and humiliate me. Feel it! Feel my huge stud cock inside you. This is how a real Alpha he-man makes a rival muscle stud into his muscle bitch! I have broken dozens of big cocky muscle studs. You are just one more on my list!"

As soon as he was all the way in, Big Dick let go of my legs.  Almost involuntarily, I immediately wrapped my long muscular legs around Big Dick and pushed my calves against Big Dick's rock-hard glutes. I forced myself down farther on Big Dick's cock. I couldn't help myself. My legs ground against Big Dick's glutes, causing Big Dick's cock to move farther inside me.

Then  "Big Dick" starts plowing me with powerful, slamming thrusts.  I gasp as he pounds my hole. I writhe as  "Big Dick"  owns my ass. The big muscleman breeds me hard.  His big low hanging bull balls slap  against my bull balls  on every thrust, reminding me that despite him being 40 years older, he had proved that he was more man that I was.  He  has me gasping and my cock throbbing.  My muscles strain, bulge, and ripple.   He's brutally fucking the dog shit out of me with his stallion cock like the musclestud he is!


He's brutally fucking the dog shit out of me with his stallion
 cock like the musclestud he is!

The victorious older bodybuilder is thoroughly dominating me as the ass pounding by the  powerful hung-like-a-horse muscle stud continues.  Big Dick's shit talk  flows freely. He continues to degrade, humiliate  and verbally abuse me as I groan, moan, scream and curse while he fucks me with his huge cock. I'm all-in on this. My enthusiasm has him gasping, too. He’s mocking me for ever challenging him, for even thinking I was man enough to face him. "Who's the manliest stud now, Mule?" he asks as he buries his long thick cock balls deep in my ass. He uses his cock like a battering ram on my prostate,  and then holds it there. My answer is in the form of a long groan that is a mix of intense pain and pleasure.

My breath exploded out of my lungs in quick jolts, somewhere in between gasps. "Big Dick’s muscled glutes flexed and relaxed in a  rhythm as his cock slid back and forth, his hips tilting forward and backward.  "Big Dick"  pressed my ankles forward until my feet hovered in the air above my head. Taurus’s thrusting hips slid forward at the same time, his cock  drove harder, now pounding down from directly above.  My jaw dropped open as I moaned and clawed at the mat. "Big Dick"  lifted his hips and dropped them over and over like a pile driver pounding into me. Sweat poured off of Taurus’s brow and chin thickly, splattering across my face.  A growl like a ferocious dog emerged from deep inside the triumphant litigator's heaving chest.  His entire body jerked in a spasm before going rigid again  as he flexed his glutes again and growled a long, low sustained growl.

Taurus's upper lip curled as he looked into my face. With a sneer, he spat, shooting thick saliva across my nose and right cheek in a further act of humiliation and domination. We continue to stare at each other. I know why he put me in this position. So, he could look down on me and I'd have to look up at him.  "Big Dick" is in all the way and building up steam. I moan, my loud grunts as primal as a silverback gorilla's  with an occasional ‘FUCK’ thrown in.

"Big Dick" pounds my ass relentlessly, slamming in deep inside me.  His mouth is hanging open and he's growling and grunting as he takes me.  My legs pressed hard against "Big Dick" 's hands, and "Big Dick" 's biceps bulged and rippled as he fought to keep my legs spread wide.   I could not BELIEVE the incredible strength of this man!  The iron clamps of Big Dick 's muscular fingers squeezed the beefy slabs of my huge calves.  We struggled against each other, Big Dick 's massive arms amazingly controlling my mammoth legs.  I continued to pant and curse, like a woman in labor, as "Big Dick"   forcefully fucked me.


"Big Dick" pounds my ass relentlessly, slamming in balls deep. 
He's growling and grunting as he takes me. 
The iron clamps of Big Dick 's muscular fingers squeezed

 the beefy slabs of my huge calves.  

Big Dick 's biceps bulged and rippled as the incredible strength of his massive
arms  fought to keep my mammoth legs spread wide.
 We struggled against each other as "Big Dick" forcefully fucked me


Slowly, "Big Dick"  shifted backward, coming to his knees and sliding his giant cock slowly out of me. When the head popped free, I  cried out in pain and relief.

"I'm gonna cum!!!"  "Big Dick"  groaned as his powerful body tightened.  He began squinting his eyes.  His huge body began to jerk. "Look at me, Mule.  I want you to watch me cum!!" --Big Dick growled.

"Big Dick"  began to grimace as hot, lava-like shots of  thick semen began to burst from his big balls and explode out his dick. "Big Dick"  lifted his hands behind his head.  His immense body rippled with  waves of steel muscle as he  orgasmed.  The "V" formed by his lats was astounding.  "Big Dick"  began to flex his thick, muscular body as he began to cum, pumping his insanely developed muscles  as he ejaculated.  "Big Dick"  was in testosterone heaven as his muscles bulged, showing off his astounding physique and  his exploding cock.  I looked up at the muscleshow as the  main man shoots his load all over my balls, abs, and chest.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!"  Taurus  yelled.  His eyes rolled back as his  body flexed. His gargantuan cock jumped and jerked with each ejaculation as he coated me with stream after stream of thick cum.  The victorious litigator's cock flexed and pulsed, opening and closing like a sprinkler head.

It was  obvious that Big Dick's  sex tool was not only equal to mine in size,  but as strong and  virile as even my sexual peak super-stud genitals. It seemed to me that "Big Dick"  ejaculated for  5 minutes straight--I was wondering if it would ever stop.  Taurus's  sexual ability was amazing. Ropes of cum line my smooth tan flesh as he marks his conquest.

When the initial explosion is finished, he pushes my hands from my hamstrings.  He casually tosses me onto the canvas. SPLAT! I lie on my back in the middle of the ring, spent and aching. His giant load  drained,  I see him milk the final drops out  his huge cock ."Big Dick"  lifted his fists in the air over his head in victory, pumped out a double bicep pose displaying the body of a victor over the beaten body of the young  hunk that was collapsed into a pile of muscle at his feet.

The triumphant Big Dick Taurus  was drenched in sweat, nothing moving except for his massive heaving chest and rapidly inflating and deflating eight-pack abs. With  his arms raised up in the air, Big Dick’s posed body looked magnificent, the sweat gleaming and making his bronzed  physique's mighty muscles stand out. Clad only in his jock, he  looked like a victorious  ancient gladiator.

"Big Dick" finally moves as he walks around my downed form as his muscular ass flexes with every step and his long swinging horse cock drips onto the floor.  He spread his arms wide, revealing his awesome, sweat-soaked chest and rippling abs.  He looks down looks over my bruised and bleeding battered body. "Looks like another new associate has had a weekend "motorcycle accident'. Funny how often that happens..." snorted Big Dick as he laughed.

 My cock softens and I just lie there on the floor on my back, with my chest and abs heaving.  I felt like I had been gang-raped prison style for a solid week by huge escaped convicts with Mandingo-sized Big Black Cocks.   I lay on my back on the floor in a pool of my own sweat with my abs, chest and torso covered in  cum, adjusting to the empty feeling of no longer having his huge cock inside me.  Big Dick 's  thick cum pools in the deep crevices between my abs, making them pop even more.

 "Big Dick"  stands above me, surveying my laid out body. "Well, well, stud. It looks like I fucked all the heterosexuality right out of you, Mule.  Make sure you enjoy being  full homo while it lasts! Let me give you something to remember while you jerk off thinking about me..." He laughs as he plants his foot on my big heaving chest. He flexes over me. His incredible biceps bulged in his most muscular pose.  "Big Dick"  is boner-inducing  hot and getting hotter.


Big Dick had fucked all the heterosexuality right out of me. 
It was gonna be a few days before I would be interested in girls again.  
But he gave me something to visualize when I spend the next week jerking off 
while thinking about him when he flexes his incredible body 
in a boner-inducingly hot most muscular pose!



“You just earned a big, big bonus. And now that I know you and what you’re into? I think you and I are going to be great friends.  Rest up, fuck some sluts, and get your mojo back.  Don't worry, I will give you a rematch.  But next time we are  gonna play really rough.   A leather and chains match. Next time, we will have a small and very select audience to witness our combat. The loser will end up  getting dog-fucked while wearing a leash and a studded dog collar.  Who knows? Maybe you will take my ass in the next match we have...would you like that, Mule?  Do you want to risk it all for a chance to chain me up like a dog and fuck my ass with a half dozen or so spectators?

I moan, “Yes, sir.” Under the circumstances it's the only thing I can say. My cock powers up again.  With my cock as hard as an iron pipe, there is no denying that I am already turned on again by the thought of battling with Big Dick again, this time in a bondage match.  But with a different outcome -- Big Dick on the bottom in chains and me fucking him into a coma while an audience cheers!  As if he could read my thoughts, Big Dick laughs and kicks my rock hard cock around with his foot. I seethe in angry humiliation as he toys with me.

"I was told you are a monster in the ring, Mule. I would say you lived up to that description - monster! But a monster that I managed to beat and fuck. So what does that make me?" Dick laughed. 


I watch as he struts to the oversize showers to clean up, with his huge muscles rippling and flexing with every step , "Big Dick"  turns and says, “When you  recover enough to stand,  come join me in the shower.  You and I can do a pose down."--Big Dick  punctuated the word "pose down" by sensually  flexing his cannonball biceps and  popping his ripped rock hard abdominal muscles.  



Come join me in the shower. 
 We can do another pose down!
 
Big Dick  punctuated the word "pose down"
 by 
sensually flexing his cannonball biceps,
bouncing his pecs  and popping
 his rippling rock hard abdominal muscles  


"Big Dick" knew he was arousing me with his posing.
 I was getting a boner


"Big Dick"  knew he was arousing me by posing. I was getting a boner.

"Big Dick" continues talking as I slowly work my way to my feet and limp off to the shower.  "Ow. I'm still aching like a son of a bitch. I'm so fucking sore that I might not be able to move tomorrow. ..."  I tell myself.  "Big Dick" continues:"After we clean up I have a special post-workout meal planned. I have two of the 18 oz  21 Day Dry-Aged Bone-In Ribeyes from the Guard and Grace Steakhouse.  After that wrestle and fuck,  you must be as hungry as fuck.  I know I am....."

So after a posedown, whirlpool, steam and shower I find myself in yet another part of Big Dick's private gym.  At his point I am just wearing my jeans and Big Dick is still naked except for a towel around his waist, which I am cool with since as with most jocks, neither of us has any modesty about being naked.  I am in a small private media room that looks more like a fancy movie theater.  Our prepared meals are in an top-of-the-line commercial style food warmer and smell fantastic.  Big Dick picks up a remote control and suddenly the huge 92" HDTV  lights up.


We are stilling in a small room after showering while
our post workout meals are warming up

Big Dick picks up a remote control and turns on 
the huge 92" HDTV 

I look at the screen and see myself up there. It's a vid of our match. I'm stunned, as I had no idea he had the cameras going, but I sit down anyway. I study the vid like I would game film of a football game, trying to understand how his muscles defeated my much younger and equally impressive ones. Fuck, it's so hot watching our match. My cock is hard as an iron pipe. I realize that I am actually getting turned on by watching my own destruction and domination!

I look at the screen and see myself on there.
It's a vid of our match.

Despite watching myself be beaten and humiliated, in High Def from different angles, with Surround Sound, I enjoy a great meal, stuffing myself with too much food. "Big Dick" does most of the talking and I do most of the listening.  He is really an interesting dude. He's smart and has a great gift of oratory.  He engages in a running commentary of our match.

I got to admit there was something hot about watching me 
getting destroyed by the older bodybuilder -- From three 
different angles, in High Definition, with Big Dick giving a 
running commentary on our match!

We talk about wrestling. He's actually been wrestling since he was 14 years old, and has had multiple martial arts, boxing and wrestling trainers come through, including some of the best and most famous guys in the business. And working out? Turns out, he's got obsessive dedication and the world's best experts in bodybuilding. He has doctors in both the USA and Mexico that specialize in hormone replacement and anti-aging. The various doctors use a cornucopia of performance enhancers, including experimental ones that are both unknown and unobtainable by others. He even eats perfectly thanks to his personal chef. No wonder he's so fit, strong and massively muscled.

"Big Dick" also quite a philosopher. He shared that he believed wrestling is the key to finding out what a dude is all about. He said that the characteristics of the best wrestlers were Heart, Pride, Dedication, Sacrifice, Believing, Humility, Work Ethic, Desire, Commitment, Courage, and Mental Toughness. And those are the same traits the best trial lawyers need to have, he said. Interesting. Pretty deep thinking and made sense to me.

After the screening of our match, "Big Dick" says: "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Mule. You are even stronger and more talented that I had hoped. And such an enthusiastic and determined fighter. It was by far the best match I have had in years.

To get on in this firm, associates have to pass the test of getting in the ring with me. Most don’t last more than a few minutes - a bunch of soy boys and fuck bois who look like Tarzan but fight like Jane. That’s the best of them on my Trophy wall over there. They were good-looking boys and it was shame to let them go.

"But you, Mule, are in a different class and I’m happy to say you pass summa cum laude. It looks like we have finally hired a real man and I look forward to working closely with you. If you’re anywhere near as good in the court room as you are in the ring, you have a great future with the firm. We need a good young fearless litigator. You have too much spirit to be relegated to shuffling paper all day.  I will talk to Mills about having me assigned to be one of your mentors and let you get some real trial experience.  ”





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