~Mule vs his Scottish cousin Hamish~ KILTS Part II
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal |
STORY BY MULE, EDITS BY EDIT-BRAH, ORIGINAL ART BY ARTIST-BRAH and Enrique Neito Nadal, ADDITIONAL PICTURE WRANGLING BY MULE AND EDIT-BRAH
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"Hey Hamish, I got a question for ya."
Hamish looked up from his bowl of Fruity Pebbles and his phone.
"I was looking at some stuff about those Highland Games and came across these pics. But I can't find any info about the pics or what da fuck they are doing. Is this one of the events?"
I toss my phone to Hamish so he can see the pics.
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| That is the Highland chain and ring tug! Hamish explains |
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| It was part of the ancient Highland games... |
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| Until it was banned for being too violent! |
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| It's illegal as a public sport now, but it still has a big following at the underground fight clubs |
Hamish laughs. "Aye, mon."
I raise an eyebrow signaling I want more details.
"Yes, bro. That's th' hielan chain 'n' ring tug! 'twas pairt o' th' ancient hielan games 'n' even th' modern hielan games, 'til it git banned fur bein' tae violent late lest hunner years! tis borderline illegal noo, althoogh it aye haes a muckle follaein as an underground sport. Sort o' a scots version o' brad pitt's rammy club."
Google Translate: "Yes, bro. That's the Highland chain and ring tug! It was part of the ancient Highland games and even the modern Highland Games, until it got banned for being too violent late last century! It's borderline illegal now, although it still has a big following as an underground sport. Sort of a Scottish version of Brad Pitt's Fight Club."
Google Translate: "My pop Malcomb McMule and my Uncle Lucas McMule of the Clan McMule have played that game their whole lives. They taught it to me starting when I was a wee lad! It's a game for real men though, not pussies! Not to brag, but I am quite good at it!''
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| Hamish's Pop: Malcomb McMule of the Clan McMule |
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| and his Uncle: Lucas McMule of the Clan McMule |
(Apparently, Hamish had won the Scottish Genetic Lottery!)
"Do yi'll waant tae see howfur tis dane? ah kin gie ye a few lessons." Hamish offered.
Google Translate: "Do you want to see how it's done? I can give you a few lessons." Hamish offered.
"Yeah, for sure. Thanks!" I reply enthusiastically.
"Yeah, for sure. Thanks!" I reply enthusiastically.
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| So how does this skirt wearer's game of highland ring toss work, exactly? |
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| Well basically, I beat your arrogant Yank ass, until you bleat out your submission, like a terrified sheep! |
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| You would know ALL about the bleating of terrified sheep, but unlike the ewes you buggered out on the lonely Scottish craigs and moors, you are facing a red-blooded MURICAN here, who is going to whip your ass all the way back to Inverness! |
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| Let's go, Ginger Gelding! I look forward to giving you the beatdown you have long deserved! |
Our Story Continues:
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| OK, Boomer! I think your big Yank mouth is writing cheques which your past-its-prime body can't cash! I will remember your boastin' when I am kicking YOUR sorry ass! |
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| Hamish explained the fundamentals of this Highland 'sport' to me; and as it was an old-timey tradition, there weren't a great many rules or taboos, and as it heralded from uncoddled times, there weren't any of the modern concerns about safety, injury prevention, or avoiding inconveniences like death and paralysis, so essentially it was like old school American Football |
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| This Hielan ring joust iz a greyht isometric exercise for building up colossal muscles gru grad, mate |
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| Hamish sounded like one of those old-timey Charles Atlas ads you would find in comic books back in my grandad's day, still given Hamish was sporting prodigious muscles for a 17 year old, I couldn't help, but think there just might could be something to it! |
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| We squared off, eyes narrowing, muscles tensing, and loins girding! |
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Initially despite my advantage in height and muscle mass, we were evenly matched, I needed to step up my game! |
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| Whatever I tried, Hamish countered, he always seemed to be one step ahead of me, like he was playing 3d chess and I was playing checkers! |
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| The first time he dropped me to the floor, I attributed it to him being just lucky |
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| The second time, I was sure I had just lost my footing, a lucky break for the ginger brat |
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| By fall three, I was beginning to determine that something was fundamentally wrong with the equation |
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| Hamish was stronger, faster, possessed of a finesse, flexibility, and adeptness that I simply had not factored in my calculations |
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| I see where I made my error, I forgot to include in my calculations the integral of the coefficient of the ratio of twitch muscle fiber mass to overall lean body mass, I approach combat is a science, a bro-science! |
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| This time things were going to be completely different, I had adjusted my combat calculus, and there was no stopping me now! |
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| Ummm steady Mule, you got this, you just gotta focus and get the Bugenhagen MINDSET! |
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| Yeah time to turn this match around! |
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| any second now--- |
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| Just you wait and see, it is going to be a triumph, celebrated internationally |
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| Here I go, my break out maneuver, this is going to floor him |
We fought like tigers for what seemed hours but was probably no more than ten minutes. I had to admit that Hamish was a great wrestler and was giving me more trouble than I'd ever expected - but I was damned if I would submit to this arrogant Scottish son-of-a-bitch. I wanted to see him kneeling in front of me, whipped and begging for mercy as he sucked my cock. But Hamish had other ideas.
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| I was just lulling him into a false sense of security, now that I have laid my trap he is doomed |
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| WTF, THAT SHOULDA WORKED, WHO IS THIS KID? |
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| You are going down NOW, Hamish! |
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| Oh I was going down? You feeble old-folks are cute when you get all feisty and cranky, before your early buffet specials and your late afternoon naps |
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| You keep falling old-timer, maybe you need one of those life-alert bracelets like on the telly!! |
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| I guess you miss the days when you were young and masterful like me! |
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| It really has to suck to be an aging soy-boy cuck! |
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I don't know which was more fun, cuz. Dominating your ass in this grapple or dominating your ass in the three-sum with Anna! |
"I don't know which was more fun, cuz. Dominating your ass in this Ring and Chain fight or dominating your ass in the three-some with Anna!" The smug Hamish taunted.
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| HAMISH-MUST-PAY! I growled internally |
"Now that I have kicked your muscle butt and fucked it, cousin...so I guess that makes me the Alpha Male and you my bitch..." Hamish gloated.
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| Those were words that roused me from my stupor and sent rabid foam to the corners of my mouth as the anger welled up within me, beginning to bring on a second wind |
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| I must admit I am a wee bit disappointed, cuz. |
"I must admit I am a wee bit disappointed, cuz. With all those big bodybuilder muscles and you being a football player and the way you brag about being a bass-ass brawler and all, I was expecting you to have been just a wee harder to beat!"
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| Revenge is a dish best served with beatdown sauce, and from my prone position of humiliated agony, I was plotting mine! |
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| You went down so easily old-timer, I didn't even get to show you my six best maneuvers, including my trade mark finisher, the HAMISH HEADLOCK! |
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| Ya see the way it goes is like--- |
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| I interrupted his blathering, as I went for a breakout move to turn the tables on Skirt Boy |
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| But Hamish anticipated my maneuver! |
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| As a result my efforts were sub-optional in their achievements |
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| Say hello to the HAMISH HEADLOCK, Mule That is no headlock, that is a FUCKING GARROTING, you HIGHLAND ASSASSIN, I choked out in reply |
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| My success to failure ration in this engagement thus far had been somewhat unfavorable |
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| Those less charitable, might crudely say, that I was getting my ass kicked! |
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| But alas, 'tis a momentary setback! |
How did this happen, I think. How did this obnoxious Scottish punk beat me? And as if he was reading my mind, Hamish answered me.
How did this happen? How did you lose? It's real simple Cousin Mule: you ran into a real man, that's what happened!
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| How did this happen? |
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| It's real simple! You ran into a real man, that's what happened! |
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| Your fighting skills are pathetic. You bring shame to our kith and kin, Cousin! |
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| I have had enough and attempt a breakout! |
I endeavored to mightily snatch victory from the jaws of defeat!
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| My efforts at insurrection are quickly and summarily suppressed |
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Alright, I give up Hamster! You got me beat... you red-headed motherfucking cocksucker...you win! |
"Alright, I give up Hamster! You got me beat... you red-headed motherfucking cocksucker...you win!" I snorted, finally forced to concede.
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The word you are looking for is 'SUBMIT'. Let's hear you say it...you big cocksucking bitch |
"The word you are looking for is 'SUBMIT'. Let's hear you say it...you big cocksucking bitch!" the vindictive cocky mutha-fucker snarled.
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| Fuck.. unnnnnnnnhhhh... OK, I SUBMIT! |
"Fuck.. unnnnnnnnhhhh... OK, I SUBMIT!"
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| I say, you are really starting to get on my last nerve, Hammie boy! |
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| I AM NEVER GONNA WEAR A SKIRT, HAMSTER I AIN'T NO TRANSGENDRAH! |
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| IT'S NOT CALLED A FUCKIN' SKIRT, IT'S A FUCKIN' KILT AND ME NAME IS NOT HAMMIE, NOR HAMSTER BUT HAMISH, he spluttered as he squeezed. |
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| I am done with the chain now. I don't need it. I'm gonna finish you off with just my bare hands! |
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| NOT FUCKING WEARING A FUCKING KILT! I growled defiantly between gritted teeth |
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| You will cousin, YOU WILL! |
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| It is not like you as my BITCH, have any choice in the matter! |
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| Ohr since ya' ha' bin fightin' li'e such a fuckin' buftie, perhaps you would wan' tae wear a tutu? Drifting back into his accent |
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| A kilt is essentially just a plaid tutu, mutha fucker! I retort |
I kicked your big muscle butt, cousin! And what a disappointment it was - with all those muscles and you being an American football player and a bodybuilder and all - well..., I guess I was expecting a wee bit more of a challenge from you!
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| I kicked your big muscle butt, cousin! |
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| I proved that I am the better man! It was a fair fight and you have no cry-baby excuses for losing |
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| I have to admit I am a wee bit disappointed... |
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| ...with all those muscles and you being a badass American football player and a bodybuilder and all... |
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| ...to be honest I was hoping for a wee bit more of a challenge from you! |
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| I hate Hamish so much right now.... |
Hamish leans forward and growls, “You're mine, you yank muscle bitch. I fought you. I beat you. I fucking own you.”
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| You're my muscle bitch now, you dumb yank meathead! I beat your muscle-bound ass. And now I fucking own it, cuz! |
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| Beads of sweat had formed on Hamish's steel wool like chest hair. Now I feel his muscular hairy pecs pressing into my own sweat-slicked back |
Beads of sweat had formed on Hamish's steel wool- like chest hair. Now I feel his muscular hairy pecs pressing into my own sweat-slicked back as the powerfully-built teen slips his right arm around my throat, with his huge bicep against my neck.
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The muscled teen is on my back as he slips his right arm around my throat, his huge bicep against my neck |
Both of Hamish's powerful arms were wrapped like twin boa constrictors around my throat. He flexed his big biceps to their full massive size as his grip tightened remorselessly. I was in agony and could barely breathe. I was fading. With a shock I realized that this was it, I was beaten, this strong mean cocky Scottish brat had won.
"I submit!" I moaned, on the verge of unconsciousness.
"What? It's hard to hear you when your being choked out, Cuz! Say that again, and louder!" a laughing Hamish demanded.
"I submit! You win! You fucking red-haired kilt-wearing bastard, I submit!" I yell using what little air I could get into my lungs.
“Don't claim victory too soon, you little ginger punk! We are not finished yet!” I snarled. "I will have to admit, you sure did give me a licking in round one..." I trailed off, letting it hang in the air that I was not finished yet. In truth I knew that Hamish had won the match hands down. The teen muscle-stud had totally dominated me with a brutal and humiliating one-sided beatdown so far.
"So you want to go again...Cousin? What makes you think another round would be any different, you dumb-shit gym-rat?" Hamish taunted
"This time it will be different because you won that first time because you got lucky in some stupid game I never even heard of before today! This time I will show you how a real Alpha fights! This time no fucking games, tools, rings, chains or other weapons! Just straight up grappling, wrestling and punching! A no-holds-barred bare-knuckle fight!". I challenged
"So you want to go again...! Good, I enjoyed kicking your ass the first time, and doing it again will be a pleasure. !" my cocky cousin retorted. And this time it will be on your terms. I will beat your ass with just my bare hands. No weapons, just my body against your body, muscle against muscle. That way you will have no cry-baby excuses for losing, and there will be no doubt that I am the better man! Hamish had agreed to my terms instantly, confident that he would beat me again as easily as he done in the the first round!
"Just one condition, though cousin." Hamish says with a grin. "There will be major stakes riding on the outcome. Loser gets butt-fucked. I'll wrestle you for top! What about it! Are you man enough to put your hot ass on the line or are you too scared of losing?" As he issued his challenge he reached down and groped the huge bugle in his brief's, showing off the weapon he had between his legs. He really was hung like a horse. I knew he could make taking his eight and a half inch's up the ass agonizingly painful if he wanted. Getting fucked by his python would not be fun. Just like it won't be fun for him getting fucked by my own huge cock.
But I just grinned and agreed instantly with an enthusiastic "Sure thing, Red!"
"Kicking your butt again'll is gonna be fun. I love beating up big dumb meatheads like you. And making you pay the price afterward will be fucking great too. I've got to admit I have been looking forward to having some more of that "man to man fun" with you, cuz. Only "No chicks allowed" this time" Hamish said with a rare smile instead of his usual scowl on his face.
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| And making you pay the price of losing afterward will be a pleasure too! |
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| Just between you and me, I have been hoping to have some more "man to man fun" with you, cuz. I've been so fucking hard just thinking about it! |
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| Only "No chicks allowed" this time! |
Hamish pushed his huge iron-hard stallion cock proudly against the flesh of my sweaty neck making sure I felt its size and hardness. Not that I needed any reminders that the hot Scottish hunk was fucking hung! "Can you feel the hard thing against your neck? It's my dick. And it's going up your ass again, meathead!" Hamish growled. "Remember how I fucked your brains out? How you clawed the sheets, bit the pillow, and screamed as I dog-fucked your hole while that chick watched me long-dicking you? That will be nothing compared to what I will do to you after I win this time, muscle-bitch !"
When I fuck you again bitch, there will no chicks and no witnesses. I will dominate your ass, again! The sex will be rough, brutal and violent!
Hamish pushed his cock harder against my neck. His hard-on had grown even bigger and his dick felt massive. "I'll tear your fucking ass open and fuck your ass until it bleeds! My big cock is going to wreck that hot muscle-ass of yours. Try to struggle and fight against me and I'll rape ya till you bleed - then fire a big hot load of cum up your bloody destroyed ass! I will fuck your ass so deep that my semen will come out your mouth! Got it?" Hamish growled and snarled! It was more a promise than a threat.
"Listen up, I'm gonna tell you a little secret, Mule. And if you ever tell this to anyone else I'm not only gonna deny it, but I am gonna lock the two of us in a small room and splatter your pansy ass against the walls, stomp what's left on the floor, and put your remains in a fucking casket on my way back to Scotland. But all those internet sluts I have been fucking since the threesome with Anna -- I been fucking them in the ass from the back with my eyes closed pretending it's YOUR hot ass, I am fucking." Hamish threw his head back, grunted and shoved his dick harder against my neck as he spoke. Hamish had never been so turned on, his cock never as hard as it was at that moment. "I'm still not Gay. But I get off on fucking your tight muscled ass into complete submission. But it is about the domination, not the sex. Totally dominating another alpha male and making him my muscle-bitch. It brings out the animal in me. I get a boner just thinking about it!
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| I know I say the same thing myself all the time when I am collecting the ass trophies of men i have defeated in battle, but I have to admit from the perspective of the other side, it does sound a tad bit umm androphilic in an unnerving way. |
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| Can you feel the hard thing pushing against your back? It's my dick. The dick that fucked your brains out! |
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| Fuck! I want in your ass again! I'm going to dog fuck your hole hard! |
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| This time the sex will be even more brutal and violent! I'm not just going to plow your ass! My big cock is going to wreck that hot muscle-ass of yours! |
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| I had forgotten that BRAWLING IS AS SCOTTISH AS HAGGIS AND WHISKY and had seriously underestimated Hamish's skill, stamina and prowess! |
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| It isn’t time to party yet-you over-developed ginger punk! We still aren't finished! |
Hamish was standing in front of me as we prepared to square off again. He looked magnificent as usual, his ripped body on display, covered in sweat and glistening in the sunlight. His abs flexed and unflexed as he breathed deeply. He casually rubbed his left hand over his hairy muscular chest, down to his thick muscular abs, feeling up the ridges of muscle of his own rock hard body.
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| We squared up again! Facing each other, warily maneuvering for advantage, each seeking an opening that would lead to a takedown |
I found myself once again admiring Hamish's young jacked physique. His muscular development was amazing for his age! He was nearly six feet tall and 192 lbs of raw steel at age 17. His fur-covered chest that looks like it was carved from solid rock, his wide shoulders, his abs of steel , his thick muscular arms and legs. And then there was also handsome face that always wore a permanent scowl, a “don’t fuck with me” scowl on his full, pouty lips. His alpha attitude, and the cocky way he carried himself, all projected athleticism, dominance and the raw animal power and fearlessness of a lion cub. His virile, powerful young cock gave him incredible sexual power that he radiated.
Today we may think of gingers as "redheaded clowns". But back in the day there were ferocious ancient tribes of mighty red-haired warriors with fearsome reputations. Red- haired, blue-eyed, large-framed savage barbarians. Its all documented on the internet. https://historycollection.com/unexpectedly-violent-history-red-hair/2/ And the blood of his ferocious ancient warrior ancestors ran in Hamish's veins! The Young Hamish already had the strength and attitude of a true Warrior.
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The blood of his barbarian warrior Scottish ancestors ran in Hamish's veins ~Big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow~ |
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| Ready for another beating, you big dumb ox...? Man, I just love kicking your ass... |
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| And making you pay the price of losing afterward will be fun too, cousin! At least, it will be fun for me... |
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"OK, meathead. Ready for another beating?" Hamish smiles widely.
“It’s you and me now, muscleman! Let’s rassle, Red!”” This time I was determined to kick some cocky young Scottish muscle-butt!
And with that, the Fight was On!
We both raise our fists and circle. We are both powerful, pumped and pissed. My neck is still feeling the effects of the Ring and Chain bout, so I am guarding high. Hamish saw the opening and took the opportunity! "UHUNNNN..." I grunted as Hamish drives his anvil of a right fist into gut! My rock-solid abs absorb the blow.
Hamish had gone for a dominant opening attack. I answer with a powerful left fist into Hamish's rippling abs, inflicting no damage to his brick-wall of a mid-section, but letting him know I will answer every muscled punch he throws with a muscled punch of my own.
We exchanged European uppercuts (hitting each other with our forearms in an upward direction). The uppercuts land on our jaws and with each blow, the other would stagger backwards, groggy and dizzy. I got my bell rung at least three times in quick succession, but at least Hamish wasn't faring any better. His emerald green eyes were starting to cross. But the repeated concussions to my gorilla noggin had me seeing double myself!
This was going to be a hard fight. Hamish had plenty of skill, was incredibly strong, and, as I would soon learn, wasn't averse to fighting dirty in order to win. I had to admit to myself that he was pretty good even by my high American standards. Even my patented single-leg takedown, that had had many a beefy muscleman helpless on his back in less time than it takes to tell, didn't work against this beefy young Scottish muscle machine - he countered it with insolent ease. Hamish kicked back of my knee and pushed me forward. I stumbled and almost lost my balance. Before I could turn around he caught my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back in an armlock!
"OK, you clumsy muscle-bound oaf," he murmured as he cranked my arm up higher and suddenly I found myself locked tight in Hamish's Hammerlock and Half-Nelson. He steadily increased the pressure of his hold until I groaned from the pain while I struggled vainly to break free! Hamish put full pressure on the arm bar. The pain on my shoulder was unbearable and it felt as though my shoulder was going to pop out of its socket. I was close to screaming out my submission when Hamish said "It looks like this match'll be over even sooner than the last.. I will be butt-fucking you again, muscle- bitch...!" He spoke too soon. Taunting me before he had my submission was a waste of breath and a break in concentration. I throw my head back and my thick gorilla sized skull butts his chin hard enough to break the hold and make him take several steps back.
I got away from Hamish as far as I could and slowly rubbed my shoulder and moved my arm in a circular motion trying to restore feeling in my limb. I figured Hamish would immediately want to lock up again, but instead Hamish raised his right arm in the universal sign of a test-of-strength challenge. "The ol' test-of-strength, huh? You 'must have been smoking your Haggish. You don't have a chance, but . If that's the way you want to go, let's do this...!" I say confident in my strength.
Keeping our eyes locked, we interlaced our fingers on one hand and then the other. Once in position, we slammed our chests together. The sound of hard muscle impacting hard muscle made a loud SMACK! My bigger, muscle-packed body forcing Hamish to take a few steps backward at first, but once he plants his feet his backward movement stopped.
To a casual observer, it would look neither of us musclemen were moving. We appeared to be frozen, looking like like the marble Renaissance statue of Hercules fighting Antares. But on closer observation, the small vibrations in our arms, the quivering of our massive glutes, the rippling striations of our upper back and shoulder muscles, the rivets of sweat forming our faces and bodies, the puffing of our cheeks, and the various shades of red our faces turned as we applied tremendous force to one another could be clearly seen.
Our massive chests and rippling abdomens pressed against one another like walls of warm steel. I was feeling Hamish's full power and he was experiencing mine. Despite my huge size advantage, Hamish was holding his own as I poured on the pressure.
Hamish's muscles, which looked like they were sculpted out of raw steel, were proving to be even stronger than they looked. His muscles bulged and swelled ever larger from the strain they were under. The pump Hamish was getting as blood flowed into his muscles was astounding. I watched in amazement as his 17.5 inch biceps continued to balloon up till their diameter increased to over an inch bigger!
"Ungh! Ungh! ...you're ...Ungh! ... pretty fucking ...Ungh! ... strong ...Ungh! ... for a 17 year old.. ...Ungh! Ungh! " ... I manage to grunt as I was using all my strength to resist the pressure that was forcing me down.
"...Ungh! ... 17 and ...Ungh! ...10 months ...Ungh! ... " Hamish grunts back.
I slowly but steadily began to force Hamish down one inch at a time, as my big muscle-laden powerlifter body powered up and continued to pour it on. Hamish was not used to losing tests-of-strength, and it was pissing him off! As the red head began to lose his firry temper, even more adrenaline and testosterones pumped into his muscles. With the added strength from the hormones dumping into his system, Hamish powers back and stops his downward decent!
My biceps were on fire. I looked down at my arms and was shocked to see that Hamish's bulging biceps, now pumped to the max from battling with mine, had swole till they were as large as my own! My biceps began to tremble and shake from the strain! My teen-age cousin was over-powering me!
" Ungh! Ungh! " I grunted Hamish began to muscle me down. I tried to resist the pure brute strength that was now forcing me down to my knees inch by inch albeit excruciatingly slowly. But I was losing! Once my knees hit the ground there would be no denying that my Scottish cousin was stronger than me! Hamish gave one big full strength push, and my legs began to buckle as my teen Cousin's muscle momentarily proved to be stronger than mine! He had almost done it and I had come dangerously close to being put down to my knees. Too close! I looked up into the Hamish's face. He was grinning as he reveled in his domination.
" No holds barred, remember? There ain't no cheating if there ain't any rules, Cuz. You were the one that said 'we don't need any stinking rulez. Rulez are for pussies!' That is what you said, right?. 'No Holds Barred' means you and me get to go at it man to man, no holds barred, and beat the shit out of each other till one of us is knocked out cold or turns pussy and begs for mercy like a little bish! That's the only way to prove which one of us is the Alpha Male - and you and me both know it's gonna be me."
I cupped his chin and flexed his thigh down, pulling him tight and arching his back. I had just lifted the big Scottish muscle-boy up onto my shoulders in pure wrestling dominance.
Then I lifted him upward, moving underneath him as though I was a powerlifter and he was my weights, then stood erect with him across my wide shoulders. One arm clutched his throat; the other hand, to his horror, first grabbed his crotch and then I dug my fingers in under his balls. I cupped his chin and flexed his thigh down, pulling him tight and arching his back. He screamed in agony as I flexed his back. He was like a rag doll up there, unable to counter or defend. My grip tightened remorselessly, at both ends. He was in agony and could barely breathe as I began to bounce, jarring his lower back even more, the pressure his back bending deeper with each brutal squat. His hard cock flopped around as he shook up and down. His groans grew louder, with every humiliating bounce.
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His humiliation was about to reach a new level. I still had hold of his cock with my right hand, and I gave it a firm squeeze. Slowly I began to stroke his cock, releasing some of the pressure of the hold to get his reaction. His body was limp, but his groans started to turn to moans. This stud knew that he belonged to me now. His alpha male attitude was beginning to fade, and his newly found submissive side was starting to emerge, stretched out on the shoulders of his superior dominant opponent.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said in a pained and grimaced series of grunts. "FUCK! I didn't know anyone could do that to me...." he thought, as with a shock he finally realized that his American Cousin was a better wrestler than he was!
When His body was almost limp I dropped him off my shoulders, his body falling with a heavy thump to the ground. He let out a loud "ooomffff!!!!!!" as his body slapped hard to the ground! He was dick-down and momentarily was motionless, looking like a bug splattered on a car windshield. But he still had some fight left in him!
Hamish scrambled to try and get to his feet, but I dove on top to secure him down to the ground. He tried to press up to all fours, but I countered as I straddled his back, sinking my feet as hooks inside his thighs. My full weight riding his back as I grinded on top of him. My hands, clenched into fists like wrecking balls, swung into his forearms. The impact chopped his palms forward from gripping the ground. His face and chest hit the ground with a hard force. I had him broken down and bellied out on the ground exactly where I wanted him.
Now it was my turn to be pissed as I manned up and went balls out, giving it all I had to get back to my feet. I thought my nuts were going to rip open my ball-sack from the strain! Slowly manning up, I put it in revise and was standing again. Then I reset and began to force Hamish down again. He had totally lost his fiery temper by this point, his face was as red as his hair, and his green eyes glowed with anger. Dude was looking like he was gonna stroke out. He was looking desperate, panicky, and mad as hell as he realized he was about to lose. Let him have his little temper tantrum, because I am winning this strength contest and Hamish will be on his knees shortly.
Well, at least I was winning the test of strength -- until the hunky teen muscle-stud suddenly lifts his knee into my nut sack, making me double over with a loud "UUNNNNNFFFF!"
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHFFFF!" I groan loudly. Hamish had smashed his knee into my unprotected, low-hanging bull-sized balls so hard that it nearly lifted me off my feet. A dirty (but still legal in a no-holds match) agonizingly painful low blow that knocked the wind out of me and momentarily stops me cold. DAYMN! Maybe I should have worn a jock strap and a cup!
I was coughing and groaning in pain from the nut-crushing direct hit to my crotch. I looked up, and Hamish was standing there with a triumphant smirk. He had a grin on his face that was daring me to come at him again. As soon as breath returned, I growled "What the fuck with the cheap shots, you ginger prick? Is cheating the only way you can win?" "
" No holds barred, remember? There ain't no cheating if there ain't any rules, Cuz. You were the one that said 'we don't need any stinking rulez. Rulez are for pussies!' That is what you said, right?. 'No Holds Barred' means you and me get to go at it man to man, no holds barred, and beat the shit out of each other till one of us is knocked out cold or turns pussy and begs for mercy like a little bish! That's the only way to prove which one of us is the Alpha Male - and you and me both know it's gonna be me."
When Hamish finishes his speechifying, I am still cupping my aching balls with my hands and stunned from his nut shot. Hamish seizes the opportunity to resume the fight before I recover and is brutally firing punishing fist after punishing fist into my gut. Hamish is getting some satisfying silver-back gorilla like grunts out of me, mixed with the sound of the thud of his powerful fist into my thick muscle, but I am withstanding the onslaught with only moderate damage.
Realizing that punching my gut is like punching an oak tree, Hamish steps back and gives his fists a break.
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| As I started to double over Hamish grabbed the sides of my head as it was going down and rammed it on his upcoming knee. CRACK! |
In a change of tactics, Hamish grabbed me by my thick traps, and pulled me forward, kneeing me in the gut over and over. OOOFFF! AAAH! UNGGGHH!!! Spit flew out of my lips along with a lung-full of much needed air with each huge grunt forced out of me. Hamish's massive thighs pack incredible power into each of his knee strikes. And they keep coming, as he continued to drive knee after knee into my gut, pounding my granite abs into mush! My abs are failing me! I double over grabbing my battered abs trying to protect them from the Relentless assault by those punishing knees.
But as I started to double over Hamish grabbed the sides of my head as it was going down and rammed it on his upcoming knee. CRACK! Bone against bone. My body jolted like a shockwave, and I flipped backwards. But my peak athletic abilities honed from a lifetime of playing contact sports and my natural speed and agility allowed me to perform a backward somersault land on my feet and immediately spring to a standing position.
Hamish immediately demonstrates his own athleticism with a brutal high kick to my chest, proving he could equal my own speed and agility! I am knocked backward but not off my feet, and I remain standing. The young Hamish had made a serious miscalculation by kicking my thick muscle laden chest rather than kicking me in my nut-sack or my softened up gut. An older, more experience bare-knuckle fighter would not have made that mistake!
As if reading my mind, Hamish corrects his mistake by sending a vicious, powerful kick to my weakened gut that staggers me but I still manage to stay on my feet.
Hamish is growing frustrated that he hasn't been able to knock me down yet. But he is still confident that he will. After all, Hamish won the Ring and Chain match and he has been DOMINATING most of this fight so far!
I realize I need to do something quick to turn this fight around!
"EWWW, I grunt. Before I had even finished my thought Hamish had gotten off a BIG devastating side kick! I wasn't able to block it and it connected HARD, hitting my right rib cage under my ninth and tenth ribs. Suddenly I couldn't breath. The blow was excruciatingly painful. Unfortunately for me, Hamish has a leg like a tree trunk and big strong muscles to power his kick.
"Yo, brah...I guess I forgot to tell ya that I'm a big fan of Pro MMA and Combat Sports on the telly - Bas Rutten is my idol - and that was a perfectly executed Bas Rutten signature-style liver shot!! The same one that he used to beat Jason DeLucia s during their 1996 Pancrase fight, by rupturing DeLucia's liver and earning a TKO victory!!!" Hamish announces, proudly. "That had to hurt, Bro. Take a couple of minutes to walk it off, Cuz..." Hamish says smugly, as he pauses his muscle-driven attack.
I separately need to escape the relentless beating my younger and faster cousin is putting on me. His teenage stamina and endurance is carrying this fight for him so far. And now he's got me hurt with that devastating blow to the liver and he knows it.
Anyone that has ever boxed will tell you that a solid blow to the liver is the absolute worst punch to get hit by. It's impossible to describe the fucking unbelievable pain. It's the kick in the nuts of the upper body. Dat pain! Oh, and LOL, that delayed reaction is a nice touch too. It's like "Oh he got me to the body....oh phuck it's my liver and now I cant move or stand up straight." I would rather take a straight right directly to my pretty face over a liver shot any day, and anybody who has ever boxed will tell you the same thing.
Meanwhile, while I am trying to man up and get back into this fight, Hamish, Confident of a victory, steps back to enjoy the sight of the damage he had inflicted on me so far. His fur covered hard muscled chest swells with pride. He reeks with the sweat and funk of strenuous battle mixed with the smell of oozing testosterone. His bravado on full display as he oozed the sort of confidence and dominance, which I was used to only seeing in older, bigger and stronger men. His youthful grin became bigger and even more cocky, and his deep green eyes sparkled!
He had one hand causally feeling his pecs and abs. He was absent-mindedly tracing the cuts of his washboard abs with his fingertips. Then a movement from his other hand, pulled my eyes away from his and, as blatant as could be, that hand moved between his legs and the teen muscle stud gave the huge bulge in his briefs a few slow squeezes, to get it fully hard. I had to admire his youthful boldness as he didn't hesitate to show off the perfection of his muscular physique nor the size of his cock.. And why shouldn't he? It was sexy as hell! The ginger-stud kept playing with his huge rock hard pecs with one hand - rubbing and squeezing the long erect nipples jutting through the thick dark hair matting his manly chest - as he groped his hardon with his other hand.
The grin on his handsome face had become even more mischievous as he continued to grope his now massive bulge. Then with a confident look as he watches my eyes and face closely, he casually pulls his kilt off and tosses it aside, releasing his enormous anaconda-sized Scottish cock. Now freed from its confines, his huge horse-cock bounces and thickens, drooling ropes of fucks lime in anticipation of the fun to come. His low hanging and swollen nuts visibly notched upward several inches, in sexual anticipation of his butt fucking of my ass. He continued stroking his enormous ramrod making thick cock snot drip' out his piss slit to the ground.
Standing proud and strong. with his cock exposed, Hamish lets me take in the sight for full minute, maybe two, before he finally speaks. "That's what you really want, ain't it? My big hard dick in your ass,again! Just like when we had that threesome, only it's just gonna be us men this time, no chicks. You fucking loved having a cock up your ass. You act like you are some big stud, but you're a bitch! A fucking cunt! You wanted my cock up your cunt, you fucking pervert! " he said. When I didn't respond to him, he just chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're as good as fucked, meathead! I will show you who the real alpha is, asshole. I will fuck your tight ass until it's a loose, cum hole! I am going to fuck the manhood out of you! I’m gonna get off RUINING your ass! You ain't gonna be able to walk right for a week after I'm done with you.You fucking bitch!"
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| That's what you really want, ain't it, Mule? My big hard dick in your ass,again! |
Hamish grinned from ear to ear as he displayed himself. He aimed his dick in my direction, and kept the grin going. He held his fuck stick proudly. He walked closer to me, "Look at what I got for you! What do ya think, bitch? You like?Go ahead muscle bitch- get a good look." Every shredded corded sinewy muscle is exposed-bronze skin glistening with sheen of sweat. on a spectacularly shredded physique Oh fuck! Hamish the kid is cute but Hamish the man is fucking hot.
Hamish thinks he's got this in the bag. The cocky Scottish teen muscle-stud is savoring his likely victory, and is taking his time taunting me. Is he that cocky? That is a really big error for him to make. A wise fighter would seek to end the match quickly. Hamish is young, strong, hot headed and aggressive, but none of those makes you smart.
"Nah, I don't think so, brah!" I said calmly. "As matter of fact, I think you have reached the 'all the bullshit I can stand' point with me! Talk is cheap. You'll be sucking my cock at the end of this match!"
Before Hamish could react, I lunged forward and seized his left from behind. I squatted low, draping his left arm behind my head. My right arm reached low behind him, through his crotch and getting a hold of his inner left thigh. I pulled back on his arm, securing it around my neck forcing him to lean back across my powerful broad shoulders. With a powerful lift, I tilted him back and his feet left the ground. I muscled him up as I stood, pulling him across my shoulders, lifting him high off the ground into a rack. I showed my power now, as I showed him that I could lift his big, sweaty, muscled frame with ease even after a long winded battle and carry it on my shoulders like a trophy.
This was my signature hold. Actually, it was my Dad's signature hold, the one that he had used to publicly defeat and humiliate me in our fight when I was just a few years older than Hamish is now. But I had long since adopted it as my own. (See Mule vs Pop Bar fight)
Then I lifted him upward, moving underneath him as though I was a powerlifter and he was my weights, then stood erect with him across my wide shoulders. One arm clutched his throat; the other hand, to his horror, first grabbed his crotch and then I dug my fingers in under his balls. I cupped his chin and flexed his thigh down, pulling him tight and arching his back. He screamed in agony as I flexed his back. He was like a rag doll up there, unable to counter or defend. My grip tightened remorselessly, at both ends. He was in agony and could barely breathe as I began to bounce, jarring his lower back even more, the pressure his back bending deeper with each brutal squat. His hard cock flopped around as he shook up and down. His groans grew louder, with every humiliating bounce.
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His humiliation was about to reach a new level. I still had hold of his cock with my right hand, and I gave it a firm squeeze. Slowly I began to stroke his cock, releasing some of the pressure of the hold to get his reaction. His body was limp, but his groans started to turn to moans. This stud knew that he belonged to me now. His alpha male attitude was beginning to fade, and his newly found submissive side was starting to emerge, stretched out on the shoulders of his superior dominant opponent.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said in a pained and grimaced series of grunts. "FUCK! I didn't know anyone could do that to me...." he thought, as with a shock he finally realized that his American Cousin was a better wrestler than he was!
When His body was almost limp I dropped him off my shoulders, his body falling with a heavy thump to the ground. He let out a loud "ooomffff!!!!!!" as his body slapped hard to the ground! He was dick-down and momentarily was motionless, looking like a bug splattered on a car windshield. But he still had some fight left in him!
"NO!" he grunted as I secured his big arms over my huge thighs. He tried to grip my legs with his pulled back arms, but I twisted them, turning his arms back and repositioning his elbows. I pulled his wrists back by my hips, immobilizing his arms. He couldn't turn his arms now, and the full weight of his own body had his arms stuck on my thighs. He grunted loud as the hold began to take its toll, his body weight ripping at his shoulder muscles, his back bent in an uncomfortable position. He was defenseless.
Before he regained his bearings, I was squatting over his back and had pulled his arms up over my knees. He tried to counter the maneuver but it was too late. His arms came to rest on my thick quads as I interlocked my fingers under his chin. Hamish groaned as I leaned backward bending his lower back and continued to inflict punishment to his back.
My Camel Clutch was now applied in its full glory. With a demeanor of purpose and aggression I reached forward, my hands clasping around his chin like the chinstrap of a football helmet. My fingers interlacing as I pulled back, wrenching his neck! I let out a grunt myself as I pulled. The dominance of the hold making me feel powerful and invincible.
I sat up straight, sitting deep on his lower back. His hips were pressed hard to the ground, his legs straight back behind him, only able to curl as I bent him back with my hands cupped around his chin . His torso was pulled back, stretching his chest out, and revealing the prominent Adam's apple on his thick, muscular neck. The veins on his neck to his shoulders popped out from his skin as it was shining with sweat. My own cock was rock-solid from the feel of power I had from stretching out this muscular stud in my camel clutch.
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal I dropped down on Hamish's back and squatted with my naked ass on his. I gripped his head and leaned back, almost bending his back in half! |
I continued to inflict punishment on Hamish's back. Then I slipped my interlocked hands over his chin and covered his mouth and nose. Now not only was he trapped, with me bending his back almost in two, but he couldn’t breathe.
"DO YOU GIVE?!!?" I asked the young stud, more of a demand. He continued to grunt and fight, but was immobilized. There was nothing in his muscular frame that would allow him to power out now, not in the way I had this locked in. He did not answer me, continuing to feel the pressure of my hold.
I was enjoying this, I let some of the pressure go on the hold. I knew I had him, I wanted to see how long I could keep him here before I finally broke him. I could feel him weakening. The fight in him was coming in less and less waves every moment that passed. He continued to fight, refusing to give in.
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal Hamish was now locked in my unbreakable Camel Clutch! |
The sweat was pouring down his face into my grip. I had him so locked down now that I could actually let go of his chin to shake off the sweat every few moments only to repeat my clasp upon his chin. The repeated pull and release of his chin was straining his thick neck for sure. But still, he refused to quit.
Both of us were covered in sweat. The Scottish muscle-stud was in my camel clutch for five minutes now. Not going to lie, I was turned on. It was hot dominating him. I began to taunt and trash talk him. I knew his shoulders were burning, as the weight of his own body hung on my thighs, his shoulders being the hanging point. The feeling to his arms must have been going numb, pins and needles as his shoulders slowly ripped in my hold. Still he wasn't quitting. Every time I asked if he had enough or if he quit, I either got no response, or a defiant, thickly accented "NO! FUCK YOU!" Every time I heard him refuse, it made me even harder.
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal From that massive hard-on you got it sure looks like you like being beaten by these muscles of mine. Does being dominated by superior male turn you on Stud? |
Hamish's groans got louder and louder! Agonizing pain coursed through his young muscled body as an even more powerful opponent was enjoying complete control over him for the first time in his young life - a totally new experience for him! These minutes must have been the longest, most painful minutes of his young life, and it made me smile. He had a no quit mentality for sure. He definitely had a tolerance for pain that normal people do not have. But naturally he would. After all, he was a McMule, descended from the same tribe of dinosaur-hunting, club-wielding, cave woman-raping Neanderthals that I did. I clasped back again, stretching him back hard now. I wanted to force him to quit. His arms were like dead weight, flopping loosely on my thighs. They had to be numb. His neck was cramped up, I could tell. His lower back, probably sore as all hell. We were passing the ten minute mark. Ten long minutes this stud had been in this hold. His upper body was useless by now, but I wanted to break this bronco. I wanted to hear him say those words. I wanted his submission. If he wasn't going to submit, then he's going to suffer for a long, long time.
It got to a point where I wasn't going to ask him anymore if he wanted to quit. Instead I just cupped his chin and locked it in, allowing him to voluntarily submit when he wanted. I watched him suffering beautifully. This is how you reduce an alpha male down to a submissive bottom. By showing dominance and wrestling superiority over his muscled, jacked up jock body. I had conquered his body, the only thing left was to conquer his mind.
He was still fighting it, and I was enjoying it. The more he struggled the more and more it was in vain. He couldn't escape and now the beauty of this hold had taken full effect. I just wanted him to think about what he had gotten himself into. All the weeks that he had planning his big victory over me and owning me were being proved wrong. If he thought admitting defeat was humiliating, he had no idea what I had in store for him.
"Okay, tough guy. I get it. You don't want to give me the pleasure of having you say I quit. But I got a different way to win. And so now, I'm going to put you to sleep, and when you wake up, you are going to belong to me! Do I make myself clear, boy?"
"Fuck you!" he replied defiantly in a gargled, pained voice.
My hands released their clasp and my right forearm slid under his chin to my elbow. His chin resting in the crook as my bicep flexed as my forearm wrapped around his neck. My right hand clasped my left bicep as I bent it. My left hand methodically and slowly slid down the backside of his head. A firm lock around his neck, I let him think about what was about to happen.
"Nighty night!" I said in a sadistic voice. My elbows squeezed together, creating pressure squeezing the side of his neck. His carotid arteries being blocked up, and cutting off the blood flow to his head. He gurgled as the rear naked choke and camel combination was applied. The desperation could be heard in those grunts, and he faded fast.
Hamish finally goes limp in my brutal Camel Clutch sleeper hold. But I still keep Hamish locked in my hold to make for a few more seconds to make sure he doesn't fake his defeat and is that the KTFO (Knocked the Fuck Out) is for real.
Within seconds, he was out. The world around him had grown dark and he was unconscious. A KO victory for me, and sealing the deal. I held the sleeper on for a bit longer, only to assure that he would be unconscious for a while. I was experienced enough in the hold to know when to let go before doing any permanent damage.
I let go of the hold and stood up slow. Hamish slumped to the ground, unconscious and beaten. My own muscles were aching as his unconscious body flopped face first to the ground. He was OUT, fast asleep by my two hands. I had conquered the teen-aged Scottish muscle-stud. just like I knew I would. The strong young bronco had been busted and tamed by me.
Standing over him, my own body was drenched in sweat with bulging muscles shining and glistening in the sunlight. My massive chest and thick, rippling abs were heaving as I sucked much needed oxygen into my lungs to fuel my muscles. My bulge swelled prominently in my briefs, my nine inches-plus of dick was full on hard and had been since even before Hamish and I had first locked up. My sweat drenched briefs were soaked in the cock slime that i had been leaking throughout. I placed my foot on the back of my downed victim and flexed proud of myself and my victory.
When this stud woke up, I wanted him to know that he had been defeated, and humiliated. I wanted him to realize that he had been reduced to a legit jobber boy by my hands. And confident of my victory I had hatched a plan worthy of Dr. Evil a few days earlier and come prepared to executed it!
I went over to my gym bag, reached in, and hidden under my jeans and sneakers, found what I was looking for.
He was still sleeping. I ran my foot on his shoulder blades, massaging his upper back. I slapped his butt-cheeks a couple times to see if I could wake him up. His eyes didn't open but he let out a low groan.
You see, I had been doing some research on the internet and had figured out that chest hair is the ultimate macho symbol for Scottish hunks. Apparently a big hairy masculine-muscular chest is what separates men from boys over there. But I have shown that Hamish is not a man despite his big cock and all those bulging muscles- he is just an obnoxious, disrespectful and rude little boy so all this fur he is so proud of is coming off now.
"OK BIG FELLA, Let's ROLL OVER you over and SIT you UP" I said. muscling his dead weigh over and into a sitting position. I was standing behind him holding him in place by his hair. His eyes still hadn't opened. I took the clippers and ran them down his wet hairy chest. The clippers carved right into his chest hair, mowing a smooth line down the middle. I stooped down and proceeded to devoid his pecs of their manly chest hair
I carefully glided the trimmer along his torso. Like a Zamboni on a skating ring, it smoothed out the skin, fully revealing the incredible muscle definition hidden beneath. His bulging pecs were being wiped clean and perfectly smooth as I took care to get every hair shaved clean off. And then I took the trimmer to the lower part of his torso, to trim the hair on this deep-cut abs. I was impressed with the chiseled muscles. The definition and vascularity on his rippling brick wall of abs was amazing. Hamish really was quite a specimen. He was still in his teens and yet was as ripped as anyone I knew, and I was an athlete who hung with athletes.
As soon as I see that Hamish is coming around, I began to speak. "As you can see, shaved your chest so it's like you were a 12 year old boy! Me and my trimmers have removed that indicator that you might be an especially masculine male! Your denuded torso is more appropriate for a boy like you!
Hamish finally began to speak. "Fuck, Cousin, how am I gonna to explain why I am suddenly hairless as a little child to my family? They are going to think being in America turned me queer if I suddenly showed up all smooth and girly, like some faggot bodybuilder. My poppa will probably beat the shit out of me!"
Good, that solves that problem, but how do you even go about getting a kilt in Dallas, Texas?
The MANGROOMER - PLATINUM PRO Body Shaver-Groomer, Ball Groomer and Body Trimmer (Generation 8.0) that I had ordered from Amazon Prime in furtherance of my evil plan just for this occasion!
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He was still sleeping. I ran my foot on his shoulder blades, massaging his upper back. I slapped his butt-cheeks a couple times to see if I could wake him up. His eyes didn't open but he let out a low groan.
"OK BIG FELLA, Let's ROLL OVER you over and SIT you UP" I said. muscling his dead weigh over and into a sitting position. I was standing behind him holding him in place by his hair. His eyes still hadn't opened. I took the clippers and ran them down his wet hairy chest. The clippers carved right into his chest hair, mowing a smooth line down the middle. I stooped down and proceeded to devoid his pecs of their manly chest hair
I made a few touch ups before standing up, taking a step back, and appreciating my handiwork. His smooth chest and abs shined glistened making him a picture perfect young muscle god.
"FUCK!" he bellowed. He was starting to come to and began realizing what had happened.
He looked down at his his now smooth torso, seeing the result of my work. He ran his hands over his newly shaved pecs and then over his abs and navel. Then he he let out a softer "fuuuuuck,"
The look on his face showed his humiliation and defeat. His concern over being seen like this by his friends and family back home was evident. I knew he'd do everything in his power for the next few weeks not to be seen naked by any fellow Scotsmen. He would feel like a 10 year old boy without public hair standing next to a grown-ass man.
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal Using the trimmer I shaved Hamish down like I was shearing a Scottish sheep! Now shorn of his manly chest hair a humiliated Hamish now felt like a small child - helpless and submissive! |
"Fuck that shit. Just tell them your Cousin Mule decided to take you under his wing and make you a bodybuilder like he is. And that I told you that if your a bodybuilder then people expect you to be shaved down, just like I am. And if your Poppa feels the need to kick anybody's ass over it, well he needs to look me up and we can work things out between just the two of us like men. Got it?" I tell him.
But the truth was that he had nothing to be ashamed about. He looked great. His smooth, hairless skin revealed the full definition of his muscle that had been partially obscured by his man fur. He was now smooth and sleek like a statue of a Greek god carved from marble.
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| art by Enrique Nieto Nadal The truth was that he had nothing to be ashamed about! He looked great! His smooth, hairless skin revealed the full definition of his muscle that had been partially obscured by his man fur |
"TIME TO PAY UP, LOSER BOY!" I said, Pulling him to his knees by his ginger hair. I pulled my trunks down in front and tucked them under my balls, releasing my giant spitting white Cobra from its nesting place. Hamish's face had a look of humiliation bordering on despair!
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| Spitting White Cobra |
Hamish knelt before me, his arms dangling helplessly by his sides. His eyes opened wide to the sight of my hard cock dangling in front of him. He tried to turn his face away. But when he turned his head to the side he groaned. Clearly his neck was stiff and in pain from his time in my camel clutch. With one hand holding the my cock at the base, and the other holding a handful of his hair, I pulled Hamish's head forward with a power yank. When Hamish let out a yelp of pain I slid my cock into his mouth! As he struggled I pulled his head down on my cock until the shaft was completely in his mouth and down his throat. I knew this was the first time this teen muscle boy ever had a cock in his mouth from the immediate gag he gave from my cock hitting the back of his throat.
"SUCK THAT DICK, YOU RED-HEADED BITCH!" I demanded. He made an attempt as I began to bob his head onto my cock. I stuffed it all the way in again, and he gagged for the second time. I pulled out, letting him catch his breath. One of the only niceties I allowed him. Soon, I was skull fucking him hard, and he was getting better at taking all nine thick inches of my dick down his throat. I pulled him off my cock, holding him by the hair
I grabbed his head again, pulling it up as I stuffed my cock down his throat again!
I thrust my hips forward driving my cock all the way down his throat again. I could feel my cock hit the back of his throat and curve down even deeper. He immediately gagged, and I pulled out, letting him gasp for air after his reflex. I pulled his mouth onto my cock again, this time not forcing it down, but making him suck my knob, allowing him to suck my dick with some breathing room. He took it somewhat willingly this time and i could tell his submissive side was growing on him. He got the first taste of my pre-cum then, as my cock started to leak.
One hour later....
I had taken great pleasure from getting to dominate a stud like Hamish. He was looking a sullen though. I tried t cheer him up.
"Hey, Hamish. I know your feeling pretty emasculated after me kicking your ass, shaving you down, and making you suck my cock. But look on the bright side. Just be glad its just your man-hair that I cut off and not your man-parts!
"Actually, I was thinking about what you said earlier. That if my Poppa had any problems about my stay in America that he should look you up and you and he would settle it like men. That is something I would really like to see. I might even do what I can to encourage it...." Hamish said with a somewhat evil grin and a somewhat threatening tone.
* But Maybe your Mule could rock a modified kilt, I am starting to think, the Scottish thing seems to attract the sloots, after-all Hamish has been banging rockets since he came to town....
Is it even allowed for me to wear a kilt or will MULESBLOG get CANCELLED due to CULTURAL APPROPRIATION, I better consult EXPERTS:
Good, that solves that problem, but how do you even go about getting a kilt in Dallas, Texas?
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| Damn, who would have thunk that there were THAT many stores that sold men's kilts in Dallas, Texas! |
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