Repo Man: Hercules Royal vs The Trucker

A BATTLE OF TWO BLOG TITANS!!!!

Story by MULE, edits by Edit Brah, original illustrations by Artist brah, and Amigo Artista, from an idea by HERC ROYAL

Hercules Royal was one HELL of a 'negotiator', he made you an offer in a manner that you DARE not refuse!

Once again, Hercules Royal had successfully concluded "negotiations" on behalf of his client, the mysterious Canadian-Chinese  billionaire, Nagasaki Fitzgerald-Smythe.

Hercules Royal, "The Special Negotiator" preparing for 
his negotiations with Chad Thundercock!

The negotiations in this case were with Chad Thundercock.  If the name sounds familiar, it is probably because  Chad Thundercock is an Instagram celebrity, a bodybuilder and a professional poker player known for posting photos of fast cars, big guns, and scantily clad women pawing all over him. This has earned him some 1,544,195 followers on Instagram. Oh, and he LOVES taking semi-naked selfies of himself.

Instagram celebrity
Chad Thundercock

 His father was  a twice-jailed uber-wealthy  corporate raider, who set up a generous trust fund for his son before fleeing the country in 2008. Chad was a gifted athlete, but after being expelled from several schools, he entered the Navy SEAL training program.  However he was expelled two days before graduation, for use of anabolic steroids and  other unspecified reasons, that may or may not involve him sleeping with a naval officer (or two or three) wife/wives.  Thus began his life as an Internet personality.  Simply put, Chad was a spoiled trust-fund asshole, tall and powerfully built  with supermodel-prefect good looks, washboard abs. huge pecs, and a giant cock.  From his steely jaw to his hawk-like nose, his face is boldly masculine, stamped with a self-assurance that boarders on arrogance.  

Due to some shady corporate shit, Hercules Royal's client felt that Chad's father had stolen $62 million from him.  Since Chad's father and his assets were now beyond reach,   Hercules Royal was tasked with working out an "arrangement" with Chad for paying this debt of his father's back.  The  two muscle hunks meet, things turned violent, and the negotiations ended with Chad signing over one third of his trust fund and having a broken leg, a fractured hand, and a black eye as lagniappe.  But Chad Thundercock was not a man used to losing, and a sore loser, to boot.  So seeking revenge, he hired some Ukraine computer hackers to cause as many problems as possible for  Hercules Royal.

Chad Thundercock:
Most Recent Person to Negotiate with Hercules Royal,
the "Special Negotiator"

Chad's handsome face still showed the effects of the Spinning
 back kick that had ended his negotiations
 with Hercules Royal

Chad Thundercock was not a man used to losing.
The sore loser was determined to get revenge
on Hercules Royal.

Due to the computer hack of the Leasing Company,
 The Repo Man is sent  to repossess Hercules Royal's Lamborghini 

~Security Cam of Trucker Arriving~
This is the address...

~Security Cam of Trucker Arriving~
And There's the Car ...That's a Sweet Ride!

~Security Cam of Trucker Arriving~
I hope that big mofo isn't the owner...

There was a buff and burly dude that the Repo Man guesstimated stood 6'6''  and a solid 300 'ish  lbs of solid sinew, standing by the car that the Trucker needed to grab, so he was really hoping that wasn't the owner.  But sure enough it turned out that the muscled-up stud the size of a gorilla was in fact the owner of the car, the Trucker had been sent to repossess. "Just my fucking luck!" thought the Trucker, who was no slacker in the height and muscle department himself, yet still smaller than the King Kong by the car.

What the fuck are you fucking doing, you fucking tradie?
Stay away from my fucking car, or else I will drop your phaggot
ass on the ground where you belong!

LOL at you kicking my butt! Who the fuck are you?
You couldn't whip my ass if I bent over and gave you a belt!
I would donkey kong you into a coma, fancy pants!

It is none of my business, but do you always go around in
public on the job in skin tight flesh-hued
 compression pants that make you look naked from waist down?
  inquired Hercules
It is an artistic choice, REPO GOON, don't question it, the blog
readers LOVE IT! sneered the Trucker

It was a stand-off between the two Alpha male testosterone filled hunks. Two muscle studs, confident that they can defeat anyone in a fight, were sizing each other up.  Both feeling invincible because of their huge muscles and all that testosterone raging in their balls.

Hercules Royal talked down condescendingly as he stood between the Trucker and the car. "You better check your paperwork, Tradie. Get your ass on the phone to your bosses and get it sorted before I get pissed off, and you end up picking your teeth off the ground with broken fingers..."

The Trucker for his part is sizing up the muscle-head standing in front of him. This Hercules Royal may be the biggest man he's ever come across. But the Trucker has fought many big musclemen before, and especially enjoys when he has an opponent who is his equal or close to it, not many men were a challenge for him, and he did like a challenge every now and then!  A big massive dude like this is his favorite opponent.   The Trucker knows he has the skills to pin a big man to the ground against his will.   Big dudes like this Hercules Royal are used to dominating and intimidating other males. They can't handle coming face-to-face with an equal hyper-masculine true alpha male. Usually the first time they take a strong pop in the jaw or big slam to the ground they turn into quite the pansies!  One punch from him and they turn from aggressive alpha bullies into compliant cocksucking beta-boys!

"Yeah," thinks the Trucker, "this cocky deadbeat mountain of muscles needs a beatdown, stat! This ain't some pussy grade schoolyard shit, I'm not gonna just stand here and have a convo with this mother fucker while he insults me! Nah, I'm gonna punch that mother fucker in the chin and knock his glass-jawed ass the fuck out! Bam, your going to sleep, homie. I don't give a fuck how tough he is, I'll give him the worst beatdown of his life!  Then he will become just another beta bitch!"  The Trucker was already imagining a bruised, battered, humbled and humiliated Hercules wrapping his lips around the Trucker's big, beefy battering ram!

"And then, to make sure he never forgets, I'll fuck in the ass dry to assert dominance! I love fucking huge muscle-heads who are even thicker and bigger than I am. Nothing is hotter than fucking the cockiness and masculinity out of some big muscle stud by pounding his ass and hearing him whimper and moan and groan with every thrust! Totally a control thing. And it's just fun to turn the tables on them and make them my bitches!"

You ain't getting this car, you can leave quietly, or you can leave
 in an ambulance missing teeth drinking through a straw for
months with your jaw wired shut, and both your arms and legs
 in casts as they hang in traction, choice is yours, exhibitionist
 Repo Man!

Big talk from a shithead who can't pay his fucking bills, why
don't you go to the bank and suck the branch manager's cock
for a loan and pay for things you fucking want to lease!

Here is your fucking paperwork, smart ass, now stand aside,
 or it is you who will be carted off by the paramedics!

I am warning you Repo Goon, you will be sorry if you mess with
Hercules Royal, those who do, ALWAYS regret it!

The Trucker ripped his shirt off like a boss, revealing an incredibly jacked, massive body.  Hercules Royal's eyes took in the Trucker's brickwork abs, his enormous ripped pecs, his over-sized, jutting nipples.

"Think you are tough?  Let’s go!" growled the Trucker, punctuating his challenge with a bounce of his massive pecs.  The Trucker was ready to throw hands with this big muscle bound motherfucker! "I have been in many, many fights, deadbeat, and no man, no matter how large, has beat me yet, I am FUCKING INVINCIBLE!"

"I put the last dude who said that to me in a fucking wheelchair!" responded Hercules Royal with a big grin!

Hercules Royal matter-of-factly, pulls his shirt off and throws it aside, flaunting his prized 8-pack, running his hands slowly, invitingly, teasingly, over each deeply chiseled muscle.  The Trucker had to admire the magnificent powerful physique that appeared to be a grander-scaled equal of his own - the broad shoulders, the beefy pecs, the boulder-like biceps, the thick (but not fat) waist, all dusted with dark hair that accentuated the rippling muscles.

You are going to regret not letting me have the car all peaceably
 like, jacked jagoff! snorted the Trucker
You will regret ever taking this job, generic Repo Man!
retorted Hercules Royal

The Trucker smiled. He stretched out his massive chest and filled his lungs with air.  As he did, the Trucker appeared even more huge and substantial, a near-equal.  After all, the Trucker had a big cock, low body fat, jacked-up muscle fibers, and high testosterone.  The trucker was athletic as fuck, confident and knew how to fight.  He had taken down a lot of big men before, and had been doing it for years!

The Trucker punched Hercules Royal in the face hard as fuck,
 Hercules just grinned and throws a punch at the Trucker,
 a right hook to the jaw of the Repo Man

The intimidation jibber jabber was done, it was GAME ON!

The CLASH OF THE TITANS had begun and this was not
Hollywood special effects, but real sweat and pain!

The Trucker punched Hercules Royal in the face hard as fuck. And in response, Hercules Royal just looks at the Trucker and smiles. Not gonna lie, the Trucker was a bit nervous at that point.

Hercules Royal throws a punch at the Trucker, a right hook to the jaw.  But the Trucker ducks, spins on the ball of his foot and palms Hercules Royal on the bridge of the nose making him double back in pain.  The Trucker had assumed a dude as big as Herc Royal would be slow as fuck, but he was dead wrong.  Herc Royal instantly recovers and comes in for a quick left jab  but the Trucker dodges and spears the gorilla into the nearby car.  Just as Trucker is about to start laying punches into Herc Royal's face, the big man barely flinched, and grabs the Trucker by his belt, swinging him around like a rag doll and slammed the Trucker's head into the car door.

Herc Royal was punching Trucker in the back of the neck, but the Repo Man was so pissed, he was barely feeling it.  The Lamborghini now has two huge dents in the side, one from Herc Royal's massive body that caved in the entire door, and one from where the Trucker's thick skull had been smashed into the car.

"Fuck!!!!" thought the Trucker.  With an outrageously over-priced Italian exotic sports car like a Lambo, that's probably $10,000 worth of body work repair.  "Fuck, the Bank will try to put this on me.  Plus this guy is tougher than I thought, and I don't have major medical with this side gig, I need to get the fuck out of here.  I will either come back with a crew of my Repo Bros to get the car and claim we found it like this, or just claim I couldn't find it.  Either way, it's time for me to get the fuck out of here for now....."

With that, the Trucker turned and threw a quick hook into Herc Royal's ribs, followed by plowing his fist 7-8 times into his brick wall-solid chiseled abs. The gut shots bounced off without folding over Herc Royal's giant frame, but when the Trucker brought his knee up hard into Herc Royal's groin the giant muscleman finally doubled over. As Herc folded, the Trucker kneed Herc Royal in the face, managing to drop Herc Royal on his big ass. Herc Royal went down like a sack of potatoes. The Trucker kicked him hard in the gut just for good measure.

Hercules Royal now momentarily stunned, the Trucker made his escape.  To be honest the Trucker felt like he was running like a little bitch, but he remembered what a young college jock had said years ago after the Trucker had kicked his ass, "A Wise General Knows When to Retreat!"

cf:  Mule and the Trucker 

With Herc Royal momentarily stunned, the Trucker jumped
 into his truck and started to make his escape.

He barely had started the truck when a furious Hercules
Royal was already back on his feet and running towards him.
Come back bitch, when I start a fight, there is only ONE way it 
ends, and that is with a total beatdown

Don't you dare run you damn pussy, I got some more
EXPLAINING to do with these fists of mine!

You going to run home to your momma now get breast fed,
and come back later in a dress, you pumped up
beta cocksucker bitch?

The Trucker could see Hercules storming towards him and
 took off hoping to choke the obnoxious and jacked deadbeat
 a lung full of diesel exhaust!

Hercules ha been a track star with the nickname of THE
 FLASH, and ol' Betty, the tow truck didn't have an
impressive zero to 60, she was a bit sluggish getting into gear!

WTF?

Trucker had the pedal to the metal, but Betty was sluggish,
and the sprinting Hercules Royal was closing the distance fast!

HOLY SHITBALLS, THIS DUDE WANTS TO KILL ME!

Caution: Angry and violent muscled dudes in the side view
 mirror may be closer than they appear!

FUCKING GET A MOVE ON BETTY, DON'T FAIL ME
NOW!  Trucker cried as the engine started making sputtering
sounds that did not bode well!

FUCKING BETTY!!!! cried the Trucker, as the vehicle stalled
 out, the check engine light flashed on and Herc Royal caught
 up to the truck. 

"FUCKING BETTY!!!!" cried the Trucker, as the vehicle stalled out, the check engine light flashed on and Herc Royal caught up to the truck. Trucker caught the expression on the face of Hercules Royal, veins in his neck were throbbing and his muscles seemed to surge to GARGANTUAN size, Trucker had never been intimidated in his life, but in his side view, his nemesis seemed to be HULKING OUT before his eyes!  For the first time in his life, Trucker knew FEAR!

COME BACK AND FACE ME YOU COWARD!!

The furious Herc Royal grabbed the handle of the door, it was locked, but that just made the angry behemoth, even more furious, and veins popping in bulging sinew, Herc just pulled all the harder, and as the flexing muscle strained and the raging berserker snarled and grunted with the strain, so did the door begin to bulge and strain, as the steel hinges began to groan, Herc R continued to pry, and then with a loud sound of metal stretching and breaking, the Human "Jaws of Life" pulled the truck door off its hinges with his bare hands!!! 

Herc Royal rips the door off the truck!

Herc Royal seized the shocked Trucker's left wrist with his right hand and pulled him from the truck cab. "You got some slick moves, I'll give you that, teamster man, but now I'm going to prove that fucking NOBODY can beat me, nobody!" roared the angry strongman.

The Trucker was a god among men, who had beat up many a
big man in his time including MULE and MUSCLE COP,
but when the HULKED OUT Herc Royal pulled him from his
 truck, he felt momentarily like a VERY puny god, indeed!

Trucker tried to pull away, but Herc Royal held his wrist firmly, using his superior strength. The Trucker responded by slugging his huge foe in the jaw, but Herc Royal shook it off and laughed "Ain't gonna happen, you dumb ape tow truck driver ! You're mine!"

With that, Herc Royal grabbed the Muscle Hulk Hauler's other wrist. The Trucker struggled ferociously, but to no avail as Herc now HULK Royal showed off his strength.  Herc watched as the Trucker slowly, but inexorably fell to one knee.  

TAKE THAT, YOU FUCKING CAR-JACKER!

Suddenly, Herc Royal's pants felt uncomfortably tight.  Looking down, he saw he had one hell of a boner. "Damn,"  the Contract Extractor thought, "overpowering this big gorilla is turning me on."  Looking at the weakening Trucker's strengthening crotch, he saw his foe was just as aroused as he was! "Shit", Herc Royal mused, "look at that rod! The Trucker is hung like a horse!"

Herc Royal suddenly rubbed his stiffening cock, still encased in his jeans, against the Trucker's cheek.  Angered by this insult, the Trucker gained a surge of strength and climbed to his feet, banging his heaving massive pectorals against Herc Royal's own gargantuan chest.  The two musclemen grunted and strained as they stood chest to chest, nipples to nipples, locked tightly together.  The contact of the Trucker's body against his own made Herc Royal even harder! He moved his own huge cock against that of the Trucker.  Their huge cocks pressed and moved against each other.  The Trucker groaned.  Their heavily veined thick cocks pulsated and dripped like leaky faucets with pre cum, as they slid up along side the other, until the crotches of their trousers had turned dark and sopping wet. Overcome by the sensation, both men broke off.

The massive dongers of both men grew thick and long with a
 surge of blood, becoming as swole as their muscular bodies as
 they grew hard and horned up from the aggressive encounter

"Like that, do ya?" Herc Royal chuckled.  

"It felt like you were the one enjoying it to me!" the Trucker snorted in response. "But here's something you won't enjoy..."

Before the Executive Problem-solver could react, The Trucker spins and delivers a rib crushing round-house kick to Herc R's side. "UUUUFFFFF" the big muscleman groans.  While the Contract Extractor is momentarily stunned, the Trucker delivers an equally devastating kick to his other side.   THUDDDDD!  You can hear the impact Trucker's size 18  boot against solid muscle. "AAAAGH!"  Herc R bellows in agony as his rib cage almost caves in from the kick!  It feels like he may have cracked a couple of ribs!  

You bastard! I will make you PAY for that, you fucking
over-sized car-thief

"You bastard! I will make you PAY for that, you fucking over-sized car-thief!" Herc R growls in pain and anger.  The Trucker smiles at the first sign of weakness from the big man!  Infuriated, Herc R. snarls "You're going to have to do better than that! " as he holds his injured side.

"No problem, you roided up neanderthal, I can and I will do a GREAT DEAL better than that!"-- the Trucker replied. The Trucker watched as Herc R's rippling muscles flex as he tries to work the pain out of his side!  But before he can, the Trucker delivers a powerful front kick to the thick, corded rows of muscle that compose the Corporate Bully's case-hardened steel abs. 

Herc R eyes bulged and wind and spit flew out his mouth, with a giant long grunt of  "UHHHHHHHHMMMMMMPPPPPPP!"   The shocked Herc R falls to his knees coughing, spluttering, gasping for air and clutching the prized abs, that up to now he had always thought to be impregnable.  Herc Royal had fallen like a sack of potatoes.  The 'Special Negotiator', had never taken a shot to the gut that hard before! 

The gigantic muscles of the Corporate Enforcer,  that had so outclassed even the Trucker's breathtaking brawn in the earlier part of their bout, seemed to fail the Corporate Goon now, as those powerful muscles were not seemingly helping him.   The Trucker had just opened the door to the imminent destruction of the hereto undefeated 'Special Negotiator'. 

The wounded and wheezing Herc R scrambled back to his feet but made the mistake of turning, trying to protect his cracked ribs and weakening gut from further damage from the incredible force of the Trucker's crippling kicks.  Too late he realized that his exposed wide as a rail car back made a great target for the Trucker's anvil sized fist.  The small of his back exploded suddenly in pain making the powerhouse throw his head back and howl in pain.  It hurt like Hell!  Next The Trucker's anvil sized right fist had found the muscle stud's left kidney with a sudden, brutal blow.  The paralyzing hammer blow to his kidney temporarily freezes the executive henchman in place.  The Trucker's hard knuckles punched Herc R in the kidney another two times in quick succession.  He grunted in pain, and his body arched back in agony with each brutal blow. "Huuuuuggrrhhh! Huuurggghhhh! Arrrrrggghhhh!"  Every shout of pain was more guttural than the last as his kidney was pounded into mush.    He made gurgling noises as the Trucker hit him in the same spot again and again.  Drops of bloody piss leaked out the piss-slit of his hard-on from his bruised and bleeding kidney! 

The 'Special Negotiator'  turned around this time to protect his back, only to once again expose his front to attack.  The Trucker brought his powerful knee up hard into Herc R's groin, doubling him over. The Trucker brought that powerful knee up again, this time into the corporate strong-arm's face, driving him back up.  Herc Royal's now glassy eyes had taken on the look of being between this world and the next. 

The Trucker stood and contemptuously studied the barely conscious opponent standing helplessly in front of him.  He took his time, after that beating he had just given him, Herc R wasn't going anywhere for now.  His muscular physique had been ravaged by the Trucker's Blitzkrieg attack. The Executive Goon's abs were heaving for air.  Powerful and etched, the abs looked magnificent, glistening and coated with his sweat, rippling as they sucked in much needed air.  But with no chance to recover, even those awesome cobblestone abs were unprepared for the thud of the Trucker’s jackhammer fist into those packed guts.  Herc Royal bawled out in shock and surprise as he was folded in half, impaled by the Trucker's fist, that was now buried half way to the elbow, deep in Herc Royal's body.   The Trucker was teaching this muscle-hunk a valuable lesson: "No matter how big and strong a bad-ass you were, there is always an even bigger and stronger bad-ass somewhere out there..."  The Trucker had put the Corporate Enforcer in his place-- flat on his back in the dirt at his feet -- and in so doing,  breaking Herc R of that hard-muscled arrogance and haughty pride that had previously marked his manful superiority.  When the Trucker extracted his fist from deep inside his opponent's guts, Herc R stumbled backwards holding his belly as though he had been stabbed by a sword, and fell backwards, landing on his back in the dirt with a satisfying splat, lifeless except for his moans and groans!

The Trucker put Herc Royal in his place:
Beat down and flat on his back!

“So is this how you fucking like it, huh big boy?  Being dominated by a fucking muscle stud like me!  Ha!  The big bad muscleman is really just a big pussy after all!"    Herc R's blood was boiling in anger, he looked like steam was about to shoot out his ears.   The Trucker had under-estimated Herc R's recuperative power and the reserves of strength that his anger allowed him to tap into. The Repo Man was already imagining how he was going to spread the sweet, gigantic glutes with his thunderstick, and was about to make a huge mistake and push the 'Special Negotiator' too far.

Herc R had never received a beat down like this before! 

He lay flat on his broad back and helpless, his chest heaving as

 he gasped for air!

"Look at up me!" the Trucker gloated as he looked down at the battered muscleman in the dirt at his feet, and then he stretched out his chest and filled his lungs with air. He bowed up huge and substantial. 

"Look at up me," the Trucker gloated as he looked down
at the battered muscleman in the dirt at his feet!
 You ain't shit mofo.   There's more muscle in my left nut than in
your entire body! I fuck'd you up like a cow in a slaughter house

"Admit it. You want this hard muscled body and huge tool! Just do it, dude. Live out your fantasies, you fucking cock-sucker. Run your hands over my muscles and cock. Worship my body. Feel these rock hard pecs and abs, and suck my big dick!"

So you like this, huh mofo? You like Being dominated by a
 fucking muscle stud like me! Ha! I knew it. The big bad
muscleman is really just a big phaggot after all!

Just do it, you fucking phaggot. Live out your cock-sucker
 fantasies! Suck my big dick! You should be a natural, the way
you suck at fighting!

That was all Herc Royal could stand. The Trucker had gone too far now!   Herc Royal had another Hulk-Out! 

A split second later, Herc R’s uppercut smashed brutally into the Trucker’s jaw. Herc R pull the the full weight of his near 300lbs of muscle-solid bulk into that punch to the Trucker's jaw.  The Trucker staggered backwards. It has been a brain-concussing punch. The Trucker's eyes rolled as the Trucker experienced his first ever flash KO. The Trucker was out on his feet!

Now it was the turn of the  'Special Negotiator' to teach the previously undefeated Trucker, an important lesson in humility! The Trucker had never before faced a bigger bad-ass than himself, and instinctively had known this about Hercules Royal, which is why in part he had fled in the first place, but now the lesson was being driven home!

The Executive Fixer grabbed the Trucker in a bearhug, lifting him off his feet.  He started squeezing the Trucker, drawing him completely against him. The Trucker groaned and tried pushing under Herc Royal’s chin, but to no effect. The Corporate Enforcer was stronger, and he used his superior might to keep the Trucker trapped in the bearhug!

"Ya ever been crushed before, you dumb gorilla? How's that feel ya big ape? Feels damn good to me!" The Hulking, Herc Royal chuckled.

"Uggggghhh…" the Trucker groaned through clinched teeth, in pained response.

The two titans remained cemented together in a chest-to-chest bear hug.  The two studs battled it out, muscle grinding on muscle, tendons popping, veins so dilated it looked as if they were about to burst.  Both muscle gods struggle to overpower each other, their bodies in furious motion, as they crushed against each other. Finally the Trucker seemed to be running out of gas. Trucker had burned through his adrenaline.  Weaker and weaker the Trucker became in Herc Royal's dominant grip! The Trucker struggles began to slow. Summoning the last of his energy, he struggled in vain, unable to budge the Corporate Fixer's huge arms. The back pf the Repo Man arched uncontrollably, gigantic muscles bulging in vain.  His massive six-pack was mashed and overwhelmed by Herc Royal's own. His huge legs dangled helplessly.  The Executive Muscle snapped his grip tighter and tighter, and ruthlessly constricted the Trucker, his grip growing stronger and stronger and the Trucker's struggles became slower and slower in Herc Royal's overwhelming arms.

Herc Royal grabbed Trucker in a bearhug, lifting him off his
feet.  He started squeezing the Trucker!

The Trucker struggled - trapped in Herc Royal's huge arms!
His huge legs dangled helplessly!

Trucker winced from the pain as he struggled in vain to free
 himself from the vise-like grip of the bearhug of his nemesis!

How's that feel ya big ape? I'm going to crush you...

'Hulkcules' Royal seized the opportunity, with Trucker still locked up in the bear hug, the angry gargantuan GODZILLA slammed Trucker to the ground with a spectacular throw. Trucker let out a huge grunt like the wind was knocked out of him as his back hit the ground at the same time Hercules Royal's chest crashed down on top of his. The two studs fought like wild bulls, with every fiber of their being. Two sets of sweating, straining massive muscles rippled and flexed, while being all mashed up together.

"You're mine! You're finished. You got nothing left! I made you my bitch, tradie." Herc Royal chuckled!

'Hulkcules' Royal seized the opportunity, with Trucker still
 locked up in the bear hug, the angry gargantuan GODZILLA
 slammed Trucker to the ground with a spectacular throw.

The trucker went down  hard, letting out a grunt as he was
slammed to the ground!

Trucker hit the ground at the same time Hercules Royal's
 chest crashed down on top of his.

Herc Royal exploited the headlock he had on the Trucker, putting a sleeper hold on his adversary and choke him the fuck out, and it seemed to be working as the Repo Man struggled for breath and it looked like it was lights out for him...

Nighty night tradie jackass!

Trucker managed to maneuver his arm to slam a jackhamer fist into the Corporate Bullyboy's  groin causing him to release his choke hold!  The two wrestled as each attempted to gain advantage over the other, two sets of sweating, straining massive muscles rippled and flexed, while being all mashed up together.

Two sets of sweating, straining massive muscles rippled and
flexed, while being all mashed up together.

The two studs fought like wild bulls, with every fiber
of their being.  

The two studs fought like wild bulls, the Trucker inflicted devastating punches, and the two rolled in a flurry of blows and kicks, the Trucker inflicted punishing blows that would have crushed any other opponent he had previously faced, and Herc gave back as good as he got, neither gaining an upper hand for long, as the battle went on blow after blow, hold after hold, maneuver after maneuver as the two fought a battle of attrition and endurance!  Trucker realized that against an opponent like Hercules Royal, he was bound to lose that sort of long game struggle, he had to change up the game, and take the big brute out quick!

I am going to have to just Popeye my way out of this situation,
 and just have to beat the shit out of this big son-of-a-bitch!

 "Fuck, he might be one bad motherfucker, and the toughest opponent yet, but no way am I going to lose to this deadbeat brute, he may be bigger and stronger, but I am going to have to just Popeye my way out of this situation, and  just have to beat the shit out of this big son-of-a-bitch!" thought Trucker as he had a surge of testosterone and adrenaline flow through his body.

 and he momentarily gained advantage over his foe, and pressed that advantage, unleashing a flurry of punishing blows that should have been devastating to any adversary, and seemed to be working on this Hercules Royal!

Despite taking this unimaginable punishment,  Herc R  let the excruciating pain fuel his own adrenaline surge and the anger welling up in the muscular colossus gave him a second wind!

  At long last,the formidable 'HULKULES' ROYAL despite taking punishment that would have felled a lesser man, gained the upper hand over his brutal opponent and seized the initiative for the rest of their encounter,

REPO MAN RUNT!!!!!!

It was Herc Royal's turn to inflict a barrage of devastating blows on the Trucker in a payback of unbelievable pain!

Having gained the upper hand, Herc Royal moved in for a conqering hold, inflicting a punishing armlock on his foe, and making him holler in pain and frustration!  It dawned on the Trucker that he had played his best hand, and come up short, it was Herc Royal's game now, and he held all the aces as his opponent laid out a ROYAL MUSCULAR FLUSH, and the Trucker realized he had been bested!  He was not ready to concede, but he knew it was a foregone conclusion now!

I got you now, Tradie! You're all mine! You're fucking finished! 

Herc Royal's massive body arched, muscles bulging as he
crushed the Trucker's skull with his head lock!

I will crack your head open like a coconut!

"This'll finish ya, stud!" Herc Royal chortled.

Grabbing the Trucker's ankles firmly and standing up, he pulled The Trucker's legs up off the ground. Hercules Royal lifted Trucker and spun him around in circles by his ankles, helpless.   As everything spun, Trucker's eyes rolled upward into his head, a wave of nausea washing over him.

Now I am going to take you for a little spin...

...but I don't think you are going to enjoy it!

Upsy-Daisy, big fella!

Remain in the ride until it comes to a full and complete stop
If you suspect that your health could be at risk by riding a ride,
DO NOT RIDE!
Remember: Keep all body parts inside ride at all times

I forgot to warn ya that the landing is a lot rougher than the
 take-off!

Remember, we assume no responsibilities for the injuries you
WILL be receiving!

Airborne!!!

This is the Big Boys version of the Circle game...

The merry-go-round goes 'round and 'round...round and round,
 round and round...

So many were going 'round and 'round...

That the merry-go-round collapsed!

Finally, Hercules Royal slammed Trucker down hard on his back in the middle of the asphalt highway, breathless and dizzy. He landed with a loud SPLATTTT!!!  The Trucker lay inert and helpless on the roadway, squashed like he had been hit by a truck.   He felt wave upon wave of pain and heat overwhelm him.  His body had never been subjected to such brutal punishment before! The mighty Trucker was now effectively roadkill!

I kicked your ass, stud!

Stay down, bitch-boy! It's all over and you're all done!

Try to steal my car again, and I'll fuck you with this
 giant cock until you split in half!

Hercules Royal stood over the Trucker's massive body on the ground, now just a heaping pile of helpless crushed muscle. He stared down silently for half a minute, then spoke down at his defeated foe: "I thought perhaps you might present more of a challenge, but you turned out to be a craven, limp-wristed pantywaist like all the rest, but what else should I expected from a sneaky Repo Man.  Now I'm finished with you! I kicked your ass, stud! We both know you're mine! My bitch! Anytime! The next time you try to steal my car," Hercules Royal growled lowly, "I'll fuck you until you split in half."

Hercules Royal stomped his boot into the Trucker's crotch,
smashing Trucker's bull-sized balls! The Trucker bellowed as
 he clutched at his nut-sack!

Herc Royal began moving his foot, caressing the Trucker's
huge hard cock, rubbing harder and faster, causing the
 Trucker to groan and arch, flexing his massive body as he
began to writhe uncontrollably and shout a torrent of "Shit!",
 "Fuck!", and "GodDAMN!"

Herc R was daring the Trucker to try to not get aroused!
He could feel how turned on the Trucker was!

Herc Royal surveyed Trucker’s prone body, laying helpless on his back on the roadway.  The Trucker’s pecs though bruised and battered, still  stood out high and proud, his taut nipples rising and falling with his heaving chest as he gasped for air.  His lats fanned out like wings of muscle.  He looked massive, with every muscle defined like an anatomy chart.  The Repo Man although a wrecked shell of a man, still was packed with mouth watering muscle, and  looked like dynamite, to the lustful Hercules Royal.  The Trucker's whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had been given.  The Tradie was still conscious, but unable to move except for an occasional twitch in response to the pain which flowed through his brutalized body.  He had never been so thoroughly worked over before, even by Muscle-cop, but then again he had WON that fight!

Herc Royal's dick was hard, his body’s sign that the was vanquishing the wheezing Trucker down on the ground. A boner was a symbol of male dominance. His cock was in proportion to the rest of the monster giant muscle laden physique. His hand was  stroking his massive erect dick through his levis. This was what a warrior male lived for.  Testing his power against another Alpha male almost his equal, and beating that male, proving himself once again the True Alpha!

Herc Royal lingered, savoring the moment as he looked down on the Trucker's battered body. The Trucker spit down, hitting the Trucker in the face. Then The Executive Fixer's leg lifted, bent at the knee.  As if in slow motion, the Trucker observed every slight move from flat on his back.  The bulging steel-solid muscle of Herc R’s leg and the rock-hard calf hovered menacingly  over the Trucker's crotch.  With his boot, he fondled the Repo Man's huge bulge, teasing the giant anaconda nested in the package.  The boot pf the 'Special Negotiator' was poised, ready to stomp.

Hercules Royal stomped his size 18 black leather boot onto the Trucker's over-sized crotch.  Herc R ground the  Trucker's prize bull-sized gonads under his boot.  The Trucker groaned.   Hercules Royal flexed his right bicep as he stood over his defeated opponent, while his left hand massaged his own erect cock.  Keeping his foot on the Trucker's cock, the Executive Brute struck a victory pose. Then Herc Royal began moving his foot, caressing the Trucker's huge hard cock, rubbing harder and faster, causing the Tradie to groan and arch, his massive body flexing and moving with Herc Royal's foot, a most erotic display.

Herc Royal could feel the Trucker's boner throb beneath his foot as he continued to rub and probe the huge cock. The Contract Extractor was impressed. The Trucker had a massive, long cock that felt like it was carved from an oak fencepost!

Grinning, but saying nothing, the bare-chested Herc Royal began to rub his hands all over his awesome body, rubbing his naked rock-hard abs and chest. The Trucker stopped thrashing around under his foot and watched, wondering who the Executive Brawn was showing off to?  He was playing with his pecs, rubbing and squeezing his big hard nipples.   The show was having its intended effect.  It was really getting the Trucker hot.  All the Trucker could do was stare, Herc Royal was so fucking sexy.

Grinding his boot on the Trucker's cock, Herc Royal grunted "Got you going, huh, Trucker?" Herc Royal enjoyed the effect he was having on the Trucker's aroused cock! "You like it like this, huh?" he growled as his boot played with the Trucker's boner inside his pants. The Corporate Muscle was flaunting the sexual power that his hotness gives him. Teaming that up with the feeling of being dominated that the Trucker is now feeling, Herc R is really fucking with the Trucker's head!  He's got the Trucker sexually aroused and turned on!

"I'm gonna make you shoot your load for me, muscle-head. " Herc Royal growled, no grin this time, deadly serious!

With his boot still on the Trucker's groin, Herc Royal up'ed his flex and pose game!   Flexing one arm to show his huge bicep, feeling it with his other hand, flexing his awesome pecs.  Then he flexed the other arm. Subsequently, he did some poses to show off his rippling abs.  He opened the snap on his jeans and unzipped his fly.   The Trucker could see the lower two abs of Herc Royal's eight-pac, his dark burred down pubes, and the beer-can thick base of his cock. Then as the Executive Fixer groped his crotch as he flexed and posed more, the Trucker could see the bulge of Herc Royal's cock snaking down one Levi leg, huge and hard.

The outline of his straining shaft running down the right side of jeans leg looked like it was ready to tear out of the denim restraining it.  Herc R was putting on quite a dick show.  He knew just how to make a man want him.  How to make a man lust for him. The Trucker could feel his schlong continue to grow longer and harder, and his balls fill and thicken!

"Look at me," Herc R said as his lips turned upward in a smug grin.  He stretched out his chest and filled his lungs with air, with one hand pulling on his cock.  He bowed up huge and substantial. He flexed his thick chest and intoxicating body at the Trucker.  He made his eight-pack abs pop and began running his free hand slowly and teasingly over each deeply chiseled muscle.

This wasn't just the playful low-key "muscle flirting" flexing that musclemen do to show off to their fellow musclemen in the locker rooms. Herc Royal was determined to make the Trucker worship his body, just like the Trucker had tried to get him to do earlier when Trucker had the advantage.  He knew the Trucker was turned on, in spite of trying to resist.

The Trucker stared dumbly, unable to look away! He craved this hulking Hercules, like he had desired no one before, this was the only man whoever had bested him, and he was crushing hard!

A steady stream of cock slime leaked from the Trucker's big egg sacs, soaking the crotch of his pants.  As the boot continued to grind his sex tool, he could actually feel the semen being produced inside the testicles.  The massive testosterone factory between his leg was churning out his baby batter.  He felt the jizz as it squirted out his nuts and into his cock, solidifying his rod, readying for the big explosion.

"Now, YOU look at MY body!" Herc R barked, throwing the Trucker's own words from earlier back in his face. "These are the muscles that took you down. The muscles that crushed you!" The Trucker's eyes stared up at the huge muscle, at the cuts, at the veins sprawling, surveying the gargantuan colossus of musculature, from the massive chest with fully erect nipples, to his boulder sized shoulders, to the tendons rippling through the massive forearm with their sinews like steel cables, to the ginormous fists that had beaten him senseless. He was showing the Trucker the body that had made Herc Royal the envy of men everywhere.

Herc Royal had the Trucker totally aroused. He knew that the fallen Repo Man wanted him to fuck him, all the men he bested did, it was the fruits of victory, but wanting wasn't the same as getting, and the Hulkules, was pissed off at the effrontery of the car grabber!  He relished the helpless and hapless Trucker's being sexually tortured and frustrated by the sight of Herc Royal's huge tool and huge hard-muscled body, so close and yet denied him. The Trucker felt his balls churning with hot alpha male cum and testosterone. His whole body was throbbing with arousal, he was still struggling but his body was filled with lust and his cock throbbed.  He gazed up covetously  at the rock hard pecs and abs of his conqueror, the victorious behemoth placing own huge hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and his other hand working his huge hard nipples as those sexy knobs of flesh got hard as he continued to work the fallen trucker with his boot!   He was getting the trucker hotter and hornier and more desperate to shoot his wad with each passing moment.

"Yeah, you love my bod, don't you Trucker? Just looking at it makes your cock hard. Like a love sick high school cheerleader crushing over a shirtless quarterback!  You dared to think you could turn me into a cocksucker?  I'm a 'top breaker'!  A top that only fucks other tops.   A stallion breaker.   I'm turning you queer for me, Trucker. Making you go totally homo for me.  I can turn any dude gay--if I ever find a dude I can't turn queer, then he can fuck me!  Your phaggot ass has fallen hard for me!"

Trucker mulled those words of Herc Royal over in his lust-filled mind: " I can turn any dude gay--if I ever find a dude I can't turn queer, then he can fuck me!"  Shaking his head he thought:  "Dammmmmnnn, he's THAT self assured?" Then Trucker took another look at Herc R and thought: "well, with that rock hard sensational body, I'd say shit like that too, heck come to think of it, I have said shit like that," as he thought of the victory shit talk that he had meted out to those that he had trounced, karma is a bitch!

The Trucker's cock was the hardest it had ever been! Gloriously hard. The hundreds of women he had smashed never set his boner ablaze like his defeat by Herc R. No man had ever manhandled the Trucker the way Herc R had! The Trucker felt a yearning for Herc Royal, unlike any sexual attraction he had ever experienced before. "Damn, that jackoff deadbeat HAD made him go homo for him!" Trucker hoped the effects would not be long lasting, or heaven forbid, PERMANENT!

Like so many straight alpha tops before him, the bested
Trucker was sent plummeting down the Kinsey Scale into a
complete bottom bitch totally aroused by HERCULES ROYAL

Herc R's cock was also feeling the effects of his victory in the power-struggle and winning the contest of male-on-male strength against the Trucker.  Herc R’s groin was flooded - intensely - with male aggression.  His body was bulging with testosterone fueled pure muscle.  His cock and balls were packed to bursting with male-muscle virility that drove more blood thundering up through his long, throbbing shaft.

"Ok, cocksucer! Do it now. Shoot your load for me. While you look at me!" Hercules Royal ordered.

Herc R continue to grope his huge hard cock though his levis as he gave the command. The Trucker could no longer conceal his lust for the hot stud with the sensational rock-hard muscled body that was dripping with sex.  The Trucker couldn't stand it anymore! With that lust-crazed image of Herc Royal in his mind, the Trucker felt his cock start to explode. The Trucker's body went as rigid as his cock, his toes curled, his hands clenched, and he let out a howl of  "FUUUUUCK!! "

The Trucker totally lost it! He was cumming! He reached under the boot on his groin as best he could and held his dick and squeezed it and groped his egg-sized nuts and squeezed them too while he blasted load after load of thick cum into his pants.  It was like a hose going off in his pants, or  a super soaker set to maximum drenching capability, the Trucker's bull nuts drew way up inside his sack as his love gun fired a cumload big enough fill a kiddie pool.  His whole body shook and convulsed with the force of his orgasm as his cock filled his pants with a massive load of jizz. The cum pumpers were so powerful that Herc R could feel the great torrent of cum rushing from the Trucker's firehose of a cock even through the thick leather soles of his Italian-made Black leather Fungaccio Military Boots!

Herc Royal had made the Trucker cum! He was grinning cockily at the Trucker as he stepped back and off.  Grinning because he knew how much the Trucker wanted him!  He had just made the Trucker cum while seducing him with his hot muscles.  He could see the pure lust for him in the love sick Trucker's eyes.  The Trucker had fallen hard for another man, and there was nothing the Trucker could do about it.

Herc R looked down at the Trucker who was in the bottom, submissive position from his dominant top position.  Herc R looked triumphant, with a shit-eating grin, as he flexed and stretched his hot sweaty, naked and sculpted muscles.  Herc R looked down at the Trucker's near-pro bodybuilder's physique and filled with pride at having overpowered and subdued that muscular body forcing the Trucker's sexual submission.  He had physically and sexually dominated his muscleman rival.

"Not so much the straight alpha top, now, are you, pussy bitch, I thought you were INVINCIBLE, but here you are spurting for me, after so easily receiving a beatdown, not even offering much of a challenge, I expected a linebacker, and fought a little girl scout" Herc R teased with a dance of his pecs and a flex of his abs. "That's how you make a rival musclestud full-homo! Admit it. I'm the hottest muscle-stud you have ever seen! I am going to be your j/o fantasy every morning and every night when your lying in your sleeper berth!"

The Trucker had never thought he could so totally dominated.  He had been overpowered and defeated by the stronger Herc Royal.  It made him hot.  Trucker could not help falling for a man who could best him.  Virility, testosterone, and pure alpha power oozed from the victorious Herc R.  Trucker was stunned.  He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly. One more time he allow his eyes the chance to take him all in.  His body was so muscular.  His wide shoulders, his muscular back, his narrow waist, and his firm, full, muscular ass, practically bursting out of his jeans.   His square jaw, his bulging biceps, the sweaty curls of his pits, his armor-plated pecs, his jutting nipples, his fur covered eight-pack abs.  It was an image he made sure to put in his mental spank bank for many future jack-off sessions to come!  The infatuated Trucker had fallen hard for Herc R.

The infatuated Trucker had fallen hard for Herc R.

Snap out of it MAN, you ain't some friggin' phaggot! 
Trucker told himself!

Still he couldn't shake the feelz he was having for Herc Royal, lording it over him like a sinewy colossus!  Trucker was left wondering how he was going to get his man-card back!

The Trucker's body went as rigid as his cock, his toes curled,

his hands clenched, and he let out a howl of FUUUUUCK!!

as Herc R forced him to cream in his jeans.

I've done it! I'm the first man ever to beat the Trucker!

"I've done it! I'm the first man ever to beat the Trucker!" Herc Royal yelled out in triumph as he looked down at his defeated foe! Just another notch among many on the belt of Hercules Royal, whose trophies included Mule, and now Trucker as Hercules Royal strove to be the new fan favorite, and Muscular hero of the blog!

HERC!  HERC!  HERC!  HERC!

But as this is MY blog I will have to exercise my narrator discretion and weigh in on this!

Sorry, Herc, but I AM THE HERO OF THIS BLOG!!!  It is not called MULESBLOG for nothing!

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