Mule and the Trucker

by Mule, captioned art by Steve Reeves, Editing by Stefan Kane

MULE

TRUCKER

Summer of my junior year.....

MULE the 6'3'' 257 ripped as fuck built like a brick shit house college football jock  gets hungry at 2 a.m. and he and James, a jock sniffer with a man crush on Mule head for a  late night meal at the diner in the local truck stop out on the interstate.

Mule and his jock-sniffer, James

 MULE was  sitting and eating with James  when this huge muscle mountain of a trucker strolled in, in a tight tee with  muscles bulging and sat down at a table. The trucker had to be about 6'4", 270 with tattooed arms, chiseled handsome features,  maybe 10 yrs older than the college boys.  James couldn't help staring at the massively muscled trucker. MULE took notice. got a little jealous of the attention James was giving the trucker, so MULE  nonchalantly put hand up behind his head, squeezing the back of his neck emphasizing the bulging 20" cannon ball bicep, he flexed his guns making sure the trucker noticed which he did.  Then the trucker responded to Mule's challenge:  the trucker placed his hands on the back of his neck and while stretching gave MULE a good shot of his huge flexing 22"rock hard arms with a smirk.  MULE  glared back at  being outgunned and kept his eyes on the trucker. 

Mule and James could not help but gawk 
at the muscular Trucker

Moments later the trucker got up and walked by MULE and James'  table flexing his pecs as he headed to the restroom, showing off to James and trying to show up MULE.  MULE waited  for a moment and then followed the trucker to the restroom. MULE stood outside the restroom door until  the door  opened and the trucker stepped out,  They stood facing each other. Both men were in top shape but the trucker had a bit of muscle on MULE as he flexed a double bicep showing MULE his cantaloupe  sized peaks. MULE responded with a double bicep of his own impressing the trucker with  his hard 20+" guns. 

  "Want to see whose muscle is stronger , dude?" the trucker said to MULE.

 "Fuck yes!" retorted MULE 

"You SURE little man" said the Trucker with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

 "Yeah, I'd love to take you in some arm wrestling and wrestling, fucker..." the MULE responded.

Want to see whose muscle is stronger, dude?

"I'll show you who the fucker is,  punk" the trucker said as his pecs bounced. "Follow me, I know they have a private meeting room here where we can settle this." Both men strutted towards the meeting room as James ran and took a seat in the meeting room next to some stored tables and chairs  which gave James an excellent viewing spot. Moments after the men entered the meeting room the trucker locked the door behind them..  MULE brought a couple chairs up to a table as the trucker flexed his right bicep.

"You don't stand a chance against these babies!" the Trucker smirked.   MULE gulped when he observed the trucker pump his 22"ers as they then stared each other down over the table and they locked up. For the next five minutes James had never heard so much moaning and groaning as James witnessed their huge arms and forearms pump in arm wrestling battle as  they taunted each other in a stare down- MULE looked like he was going to take the trucker's arm down to the table as his arms bulged with veins but the trucker groaned and heaved and pushed MULE back a little and MULE held him for about ten seconds and then the trucker got another wind and slammed Mule's arm down onto the table.

The trucker stood up "Looks like you need to work on strengthening those guns" as he smiled at MULE flexing in victory. He then walked over and flexed his massive bicep in Mule's face- "This is what muscle is PUNK! Sure you want to wrestle? But first  I got to hit the can, you two buttercups can come with and we will settle this when I finish draining the hose" MULE just stood up siliently: humiliated, rubbing his arm  and along with James followed the behemoth into the toilet.

While the Trucker used the urinal, Mule  proceeded to step out of his jeans, stripping down to his plain white BVD briefs, and placed his hands on his hips, before tensing his chest, abs and quads.  For a moment, he looked down at his own impressive body appraisingly, then he lifted his head and smiled confidently at his opponent.

When they were handing out genetic cards-
Mule was dealt four aces.

When MULE was stripped down to his tight  fully packed tighty whites  you could see his muscled body was pumped and full of sweat already.  James admired Mule's tanned and jacked college jock muscle god body: beef steak  meaty pecs, broad  boulder shoulders a mile wide, rippling abdominals as thick and hard as speed bumps ,  incredible tree trunk legs, and great lats so wide they looked like a  flying dinosaur wings.

What do you think of the Mule now, mutha-fucker!

The trucker followed suit and stripped down to his own briefs... to reveal his equally impressive musculature: with massive hairy pecs on a huge overhang of a body-builder’s chest, traps like mountains, narrow waist topped with a ripped set of muscled abs that were solid mounds of river rock projecting on either side of a treasure trail. He sported hairy legs that were as muscled as Mule's and a very impressive bulge in his tighty white briefs. The stud was PURE MUSCLE: hairy testosterone-packed male virility . James was in awe as he realized that this giant trucker was every bit as muscled as MULE... in fact the trucker's physique was more than a match for the heavily muscled brawny college athlete.

The trucker's physique was more than a match
for the brawny college athlete. 

Each gladiator was staring at the other's superbly muscled body. The two Herculean hunks stood there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. Both knew he was up against a supreme physical specimen.  Specimens like this just had to take each other on, they couldn’t stop themselves, they needed to show they were boss. Manly self-assurance oozed from every pore.  Mule felt his own strength being scrutinized and appraised by a fighter who was easily his equal.  Two enormously muscled, body-builders... two muscle studs who know they can defeat most anyone their size... putting that reputation on the line to see who can kick whose ass... "You're about to have the bout of your life, Mule," smiled the confident trucker...as the muscle-head oozed the kind of conceit that only men of incredible muscularity have.

Their  massive chests collide together
as both musclemen  powered for dominance

Like two untamed bulls  they circled one another muscles flexing and rippling every cautious step of the way.  Both titan’s massive cocks pulsated in their briefs with unbridled anticipation of dominating & destroying their equally  muscular adversary. Slowly the two muscle giants circled and  stalked each other until  both muscle-bound behemoths locked hands and began testing strength.  Both warriors hooked up in mortal combat to see who was, in fact, the strongest.  Every muscle in their bodies strained to the limit as they exerted all their might.  Their  massive chests collide together as both musclemen powered for dominance. Both studs were grunting as each tested the rock hard muscle of the man locked in his arms as they matched muscle for muscle  They groaned under the strain.- the flexed muscle was impressive as the trucker almost got MULE to his knees but MULE fought and got back up on his feet. A true clash of muscle-bound titans. Sweat was covering both studs as their grunts and moans filled the room while their bodies moved around and around.. legs, arms, backs and glutes bulging and straining as muscles twisted like snakes, veins popping, sweat pouring off in rivets. 

James was getting quite the show:
Shit this beats the Internet!

Mule and the trucker remained locked up  with neither getting a clear advantage. James couldn't help noticing the huge bulges in the briefs of both wrestlers as they jockeyed around  the room.  The wrestling was hot and James' hard dick was releasing a lot of pre-cum as the mighty trucker suddenly  locked the hunky  MULE in a crushing side headlock. Mule immediately felt the awesome power of the Muscle stud's arms, twisting and tightening his head into a vice-like grip. Mule moaned  as it felt as his head was being squashed to bits as as the trucker's 22'' -ers flexed around his neck and the trucker dragged him around the room. Then trucker bull dogged  MULE to the ground in the headlock .  Now both on  the ground,  MULE wrapped his 29" quads around the trucker’s muscled torso and squeezed. It was now time to hear the trucker moan loudly as he released his headlock and used his arms to try and pry Mule's pythons off his torso.

The wrestling was hot and James' hard dick was releasing a lot of pre-cum

MULE tormented the trucker in the scissors for a good five minutes as you could see his steel hard  rippling quads shake and flex  into the moaning muscled trucker. The mountain of muscled tried frantically to pull Mule's feet apart, but to no effect. Mule's grin of satisfaction told it all: his wrenching scissors on the muscle trucker stud's torso was having its effect of pain and more pain! No-holds-barred, anything-goes 'rassling at its best!  A battle between the two strongest men he had ever seen.  James marveled at the pain threshold of these two animals. And the pain each applied to the other was enormous.

 James thought the trucker was going to give after several minutes of failure to break Mule's scissors but the muscle stud finally decided it was time for him to get dirty. The muscle stud countered by pounding his left anvil sized fist  into Mule's exposed right  kidney. The pain was momentarily sharp and caused Mule to flinch and when he did the the trucker used his powerful arms to pull Mule's ankles apart and slide out of the hold. Both men quickly got to their feet trying to catch their breath.  Mule's quads were ripped and flexing as the trucker came at him.   No longer just a wrestling match, this was now a fist fight too. Like two huge mountains of solid muscle, the two strongest men James has ever seen prepare to battle again

Mule dodged an incoming shot to his mid-section and a second to his head.  They were coming so fast that he was barely able to avoid them.  He feinted left, then landed a solid hit to the trucker's jaw, snapping his head to the side.  Mule followed up with a hammering hard right kidney punch that stopped the bare-chested power-house in this tracks  and made him howl and arch his back in pain.    "Jeez, but dayum, hitting this guy is hard on the fist."  Mule thought.

He quickly switched to the truckers abs, the first blow caused the mountain of muscle to grunt and bend forward a bit at the waist, but Mule had only caught him off guard. Before the next blow could land, the trucker tensed his abs into a cobblestone wall of muscle and Mule's second shot at his mid-section bounced off harmlessly. Mule's fist into that muscled torso had felt like punching into a tree as the trucker's rock hard gut declared it was more than ready for anything Mule could throw. Both fighters exchanged huge roundhouse left and rights in a slug fest, and James hears the smack of fist into flesh. The crack of punches against bone. 

Bawls of pain, roars of agony arose from both fighters as sledge hammer fists powered by massive strength connected with  thick armor plated muscles . Then  Mule swung up a right arm towards the trucker's face, but the trucker saw the fist approaching and thrust up his arm to block it, as he did he swung his right fist in deep into Mule’s side hitting Mule's right kidney again, deep and hard. Mule gasped as his eyes winced with the pain, so the didn't see as the trucker drove a huge thunder bolt upper-cut thrust under Mule chin, his huge bicep flexing hard as it hit home under Mule's jaw, snapping Mule's head back and sending the huge muscleman staggering backwards.  Mule's stunned, and is momentarily out on his feet.   Before Mule can recover, the trucker  locked him in a powerful bear hug. MULE was caught off guard and immediately wrapped his quads around the trucker and squeezed as hard as he could. James was about to cum in his pants as the trucker and MULE flexed into each other and moaned loudly. It was MULE's quads that gave first though - the scissors had exhausted them.

 As the two big men wrangle for position,  the trucker locks his massive arms around the  Mule, under his ribcage directly into the area he'd just softened up with the kidney punches. The muscleman’s guns flex to incredible size as he begins to crush the college muscleboy  in his fearsome grip. "UUUUUGH" is the only sound from Mule as air forces its way from the big man's fortress-like chest. James can't imagine the power it takes to control  the massive he-man Mule this way. The big trucker shows off his power by lifting the powerful Mule from the ground.   James hears more grunts from big Mule as the 257 pounds of solid collegiate muscle is controlled by the muscle beast trucker.

The trucker locks his massive arms around the Mule

Mule struggles to break free  but the bodybuilder trucker flexes again crushing more air from the big he-man's chest. "AAAAAHHHHH" Mule strains as the trucker's mighty arms flex to amazing size.  “ You wanted to see whose muscle was the stronger....”  the trucker  hisses in Mule’s ear...  “well, now you will know....”  The trucker flexed his 22"gunz around Mule’s muscled torso and squeezed, and spit and air explodes out of Mule's mouth.  The trucker tormented the big football player in his bearhug  as you could see his huge biceps bulging and  flex into the moaning muscled college jock as James witnessed the trucker's  huge pythons destroying Mule's mighty body.

The trucker tormented the big football player in his bearhug 

With his own big arms free of the muscleman’s crushing power, Mule begins to pound the trucker's broad shoulders with his fists. But. each powerful blow from Mule ‘s fists simply bounces off the thick armor plated muscles of the powerful trucker, whose huge rock-solid biceps and triceps explode with power again and Mule can't hold back the reaction.

"AAAAARGH! DAYMNNN!" the Mule shouts as his own heavily muscled arms stretch out to the ground in agony. It is hard for James  to believe, but Mule the beefcake college-boy  is now being manhandled by the  muscleman trucker.  The trucker's powerful muscled arms turned into bands of iron to crush every bit of fight out of Mule’s pain-flooded torso. The big he-man muscleman flexes again crushing more air from the younger muscle stud's  big chest.  The older muscleman strains as his mighty arms flex to amazing size.  

Mule the beefcake college-boy  is  crushed by the  muscleman trucker

The trucker jerked harder on his arms to strengthen his grip around Mule’s  chest, till Mule thought his ribs would break.  The trucker gave him another hard jolt, groaning himself with the utmost effort as he stepped up the punishing squeeze.  Mule’s mouth shot open by pain, he lay crushed into his opponent’s  rock solid front, and the trucker himself also groaned with the strain of his efforts.  The trucker' teeth bared to find the might to keep up this squeeze.  But his strength was motivated by the desperate groans from the squirming muscle trapped on his massive heaving chest, and he gave another body-weakening squeeze of crushing might from his own fearsome arms.   Soon  Mule  was dangling helplessly  in the muscled trucker's bear hug, crushed into defeat! "You give muscled pussy BOY? Submit or i'll break you in half!! You're finished..." the trucker snarls, as he strutted for James displaying his power over the moaning, helpless Mule locked in the bear hug being crushed to the trucker's massive chest. James stares in awe, mixed with admiration of the pure power of  huge bodybuilder trucker, knowing that the trucker has won and  in a few more seconds he will be seeing a submission from his defeated hero, Mule.

The Mule panics as he realizes he will be sitting out this football season with broken ribs or a broken back if he doesn't surrender.  Then it will be Goodbye full scholarship ride, there is no choice left to him.... he's had all the punishment and pain he can stand as he is defeated mentally as well as physically..... "YOU'RE BREAKING MY FUCKING BACK!!!PLEASE, MAN....NO MORE!!! I GIVE! I SUBMIT! YOU WIN!! " Mule finally begged.    THE MULE HAD LOST!!! 

The Mule screams his submission until the trucker finally releases the mighty stud and shoves his victim off this own sweat-drenched chest, and stands above him flexing his massive muscles in superiority. "Fuck yeah....Now you know, son...!!!!!!!!" responds the trucker as Mule falls face first onto the floor, moaning and thoroughly vanquished.  The trucker  began an impressive flexing ritual over his victim.  Triumphantly the trucker stood, placed one foot between his defeated opponent’s shoulder blades.  He posed his body ... flexing his biceps ... flexing his pecs ... doing a lat spread ... most muscular...flexing his thick, cut abs. "I could have broken you in half, but I'm not finished with you yet, Mule!!" warned the muscle stud  He reached over and smacked Mule's muscle butt.  “You’re ass belongs to me, Muscleboy!!” He gloated... 

The Trucker Flexed in Victory 

The trucker flexed for James in a show of triumph

James had watched in stunned amazement as the Trucker had kicked the Mule's ass.   Now the trucker flexed for James in a show of triumph.  The trucker's huge cock head was peaking out the top of  his sweat soaked white underwear.   The trucker tucked his enormous dick back into his briefs, the heavy hunk of fuck flesh resisted but he got the manflesh shoved back inside the elastic band of his underwear, saying “"Time to finish you off, muscle boy," as he does.. then he dragged MULE up to his feet.by grabbing the back of Mule's drawers and tugging;    Slowly and with great effort Mule made his way up to his feet.   From behind Mule could feel the truckers huge fist tighten its grip on the waistband of his briefs. The trucker checks out how Mule's massive back spreads out from his small waist... then  selecting his target already softened up by the  kidney punches and weakened from the bear hug.   The trucker pulled the fabric toward him and simultaneously  let loose with a massive resounding Popeye sized forearm smash into the small of Mule's big back.

Mule staggered forward only to be yanked back again as the trucker laid another  brutal blow to Mule's low back.  Mule threw his head back, arches his back and brawls in pain only to be quickly rewarded with a massive fist to Mule's already badly bruised right kidney,  insuring that Mule will be pissing blood  in the morning.  The trucker doubled the amount of back waistband fabric wrapped around  his massive fist, pulls the big college hunk backwards yet again..and a knee, powered by the trucker's bulging bodybuilder’s thigh, hits  Mule  hard from behind squarely in the nuts.  Mule throws his head back and bellows like a castrated bull, his face contorted  in pain, as Mule  clutches his balls and back.  Mule's big  muscles have  now been beaten nearly useless with pain, he's got nothing left and the muscleman trucker has no problem controlling Mule's every movement as he twists him around. 

James watched in amazement as the  muscle trucker dominated the muscle god of the campus. He had never thought he would see Mule defeated, much less  handled so dominantly.   James reached down into his shorts to rub himself as his eyes trailed over the  huge muscle man that was beating the shit out of the Mule.  He couldn't help but imagine that massive hairy man nude, he was hot as hell!  The testosterone pumped through the trucker's thick veins and his impressive figure had grown even more so with the greater circulation going through his system. His huge biceps and delts  bulged, and the sharp definition of his sculptured abdominals and pecs could easily be discerned from beneath the layer of light fur. The trucker caught James touching himself and he turned, giving him a cocky smirk and a bounce of a pec.  James watched in utter amazement at the arrogant display of strength that the huge trucker he man was putting on.

 With both huge musclemen still in their underwear the trucker lifted his  massive right bicep up against Mule’s face and ordered him to lick it. Mule had no choice but to comply. "THIS is what beat ya’ !  Bigger and stronger than urs, boy... lick that sweat off boy and kiss that bicep.... let me hear how much stronger it is than yours"” as the trucker flexed his rippling guns and pecs again for emphasis. 

The trucker  made MULE worship his flexing bicep till Mule's dick throbbed with muscle envy  before the trucker threw a full nelson on Mule and rubbed his underwear clad  bulging package along Mule's beautiful underwear clad bubbled muscle butt ass crack.

James watched the hot scene with wide eyes, mouth open and dick as hard a an iron pipe. Then to emphasize  his domination, the Trucker shoved his powerful hips forward, grinding his huge cock into Mule's thickly musced ass. "Stop that you fucker!" Mule growled as he r struggled and strained in vain to try and get the Trucker off of him but the other muscleman was just too strong.  The Trucker grinned as he leaned forward so his mouth was right next to Mule's ear as he growled, "This is what happens when you fight someone bigger and stronger than you, muscle-punk. I can dominate you and can do whatever I want to you because there is nothing you can doto stop me. I own you now, you stupid meat-head college jock..."

 Both in tighty whiteys,  the trucker had MULE in a full nelson hold.  The truckers arms coming under Mule's armpits with the truckers hands locked together behind Mules thick neck.  The trucker was forcing Mule's head and neck downward into his own thick chest and pecs.  James worried that the stronger man would break Mule's neck as MULE struggled .  James could see the trucker's huge back rippling with slabs of muscle.  The trucker's mighty biceps were flexing next to MULE's head while MULE's own ample guns were just behind and below the truckers.  MULE was trying to pull his arms free of the trucker but was getting nowhere. With full force the Trucker pressed down on the back of his opponent’s 22 inch thick neck.  

Mule groaned from the pain as he felt the Trucker’s cockhead slowly work its way up into his ass.  The Trucker began to savagely knee Mule’s obliques several times to soften him up

... and then returned to his full nelson.

A smirk crossed the trucker's  face. "You know why I have an extra edge?" he asked Mule. "It's not just my greater strength or my skill." He rubs the crotch of his fully packed briefs against Mule's twin boulders ass, surfing the underwear clad muscle butt valley. "It's my heat-seekin' missile that drives me. What drives you? Whatch you got in your tights, Mule?" he asked the weakened Mule.

With that, the trucker ripped off Mule's briefs exposing Mule's chiseled as marble heavily muscle ass and began surfing his deep ass crack.  Then the trucker ripped off his own underwear with one yank, revealing his massively thick and long organ . MULE had felt it through the white fabric of his underwear, but even that had not prepared him for its size.   It was just as thick but even longer than Mule's own legendary pussy destroying horse-sized dick!!!  MULE felt the huge dick parting his thick glutes and entering his ass crack, probing for his manhole.  

MULE was petrified as he suddenly realized this monster trucker was up to! The stronger muscleman was going to fuck him up the ass. The Trucker was not only going to rape  him, but rape him with James as a witness. And there was nothing Mule could do to stop it.  The Trucker was just too powerful.

"Next time muscle boy think twice about who you challenge"  the stronger muscleman gloated. To torment his musclebound foe and to sadistically prolong the impending agony of his disgrace, shame and dishonor, Trucker dry surfed the Mule’s ass crack, working his triumphant cock up harder and harder in excitement, as he cooed and purred into Mule’ ear, “I’m going to tear you apart, rip you wide open on my cock.  I’m going to turn you into my fuck bitch. Yeah, that's right,  I will now rape you, Mule,  and you’re powerless to stop me! ”  

In one swift motion Trucker pulled his hips back to place his cockhead directly at Mule’s butt hole.  Without hesitation he savagely rammed his mighty fuckpole past the Mule’s quivering ass lips.  He skewered that thickly muscled butt hard and deep. Mule, feeling that first intense prick of pain, howled out in agony. The superhuman Trucker had impaled Mule to the balls with a single savage thrust. He pulled out his cock until only the head remained inside, and thrust back in, sheathing his throbbing rod in one move, hearing Mule grunt at the deep and lengthy impalement of his heavily muscled rump.  The rape had begun.  A massive Bodybuilder raping another massive bodybuilder.

He was completely overcome with the desire to mark, to master Mule; to lay it to the hot, sexy, sweaty stud whose ass he is plowing for all it was worth. He was going to dominate Mule with his dick, and force Mule to submit to his masculine power.

Mule bared his teeth, growling incoherently as Trucker's cock began to thrust into him with amazing strength. He and Trucker engaged in primitive male on male domination, with Trucker grunting and Mule answering with a deeper grunt. They were rutting like two wild animals. Burying his broad chest in Mule's powerful back muscles, Mule felt the Trucker's thickly muscled, washboard stomach press up against his thick back feeling Mule's heavy musculature churning beneath him, Trucker attacked Mule's ass full-strength   Trucker was long-dicking Mule with a fury, his pelvis a blur of hard, ass-pounding motion.  The blood and hormones raged. There  is nothing more erotic than  two manly, hung studs  competing to see who was stronger, sexier, more powerful. Only this contest was one-sided.  The Trucker was fucking the Mule  into sexual submission, Feeling thoroughly in control, Trucker strengthened his thrusts.

Trucker's muscular body shone as he pistoned in and out of the sinewy body beneath him. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His toned muscles expanded and contracted as he slid in and out of Mule's tight rectum. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. His long manhood appeared and disappeared into Mule's ass, just the oversized head remaining hidden every time the cum-slickened shaft gleamed in the light.

 With each mighty thrust of his powerful hips, the trucker had his way with MULE –  as  he rammed his massively long and thick cock into Mule's heavily muscled bubble butt and  proceeded to rape the hot beefy stud while  MULE howled like a dog from being long-dicked balls-deep with 11 iron hard inches up his butt.  The trucker continues to plow and butt fuck his rival's ass rough and suddenly Mule's stomach churned and Mule spewed his guts over the floor.  

Blood was dripping out of Mule's rear as the stronger man continued his barbaric assault.    Mule struggled, and the two muscular men fought as the long rape continued. But Trucker was clearly dominant. He held Mule tightly and rode out Mule's struggles, raping Mule with strong thrusts from his muscular ass, pushing Mule's thick neck whenever the other man tried to escape, fucking Mule's awesomely chiseled torso  into dazed surrender. Trucker plunged deep and hard and screwed Mule's ass as if he wanted it to belong to him. As if he owned this ass and he was marking his territory. Trucker's cock was saying "make no mistake, this ass is mine."

The two men's deeply tanned bodies interlaced strongly two mighty muscled animals of absolute lust, drowning in a hot raw fuck.

The muscle on muscle impact fuck was too much for James and he shot his load  as he saw the trucker’s muscles pump up big as the trucker pulled his cock out of Mule's ass and let out a deep moan as the trucker shot his huge load all over Mule's broad back. Mule's naked body collapsed to the floor in a heap as the full nelson was released. Exhausted from the fury of his assault,  the Trucker steps back with a look of gloating triumph on his face as Mule falls face first onto the ground thoroughly vanquished.  He had done it! The mighty Trucker had raped the powerful Mule. There was no doubt now that the Trucker was the Alpha Male. 

"That's one well fucked ass if I do say so myself," the Trucker smirked, admiring his handiwork. Trucker got his opponent into a camel clutch, forcing Mule’s arms across the Trucker’s enormous thighs.  Trucker's naked bodybuilder ass rested on top of Mule’s naked bodybuilder ass.  The Trucker put his hands under the challenger’s chin.  He violently pulled his head and neck up against his chest.  Mule groaned in excruciating torment.  He felt faint from the pain.  His body went limp, as he began to lose consciousness.  Trucker let go of the hold.

James stood in awe at the site he had just witnessed.  The muscled trucker not only had defeated MULE, but had raped him to boot.  The sight of the huge college stud, the alpha male around campus being forced into humiliation and submission and then raped by the bigger, more muscular, more hung man was too hot for James to stand.  

The huge muscled uber-alpha Trucker
was too much for James to stand!

The trucker stepped forward laughing as James stared at his body which seemed to have grown in size during the battle.  The truckers pulsating, sweat-covered muscles glistened with sweat.

With an arrogant leer, the trucker pulled himself up to his full height, chest out.   With half-an-eye on his opponent but looking at James, the trucker paraded himself in a broad circle.  Arms out to the side, head high, showing off his biceps , posing, exhibiting his strength.  exulting in his muscle power, glorying in his manful nakedness. 

Trucker's cock hung limply from his crotch, glistening with his spooge. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive organ.  His arms hardened out to his sides, elbows up, his biceps bulged.  The supreme warrior, the perfect muscle-hunk, the trucker displayed his naked physique for James at the expense of Mule’s ridicule down on the ground.  The trucker flaunted his nakedness, he displayed his manly prowess, showing off the strength in his arms that had put Mule's dick into the dirt and encouraging James' adulation.  He slowly and cockily curled his huge arms over his head. "See this kid..? This is what real muscle is about… real fucking  power…."

The now-naked trucker circled, rubbing his furry, power-packed torso and stroking with enjoyment over the hardness in his muscled abs,  proud of his body-builder physique that crushed and raped the huge college muscle boy at his feet. James watched Mule slowly struggle to get to his knees, to crawl away from the man so dominantly poised above him.

But  as the young muscle jock weakly got to all fours he was stopped by the massive muscleman trucker, who put his foot on the back of his neck, forcing him back flat down to the ground.  To add one last degrading humiliation  the trucker aims his huge cock and  began to piss on the laid out Mule, covering the fallen strongman in a golden shower. It was like a fire hydrant had been opened. Mule felt the rush of the hot stream of liquid pour over him as the muscle head rapist hosed his defeated foe  down with his larger manhood. He swayed his fire hose a bit, piss belching out of it.

MULE had been reduced from BMOC
to the Trucker's urinal

With a cocky grin and flexing his mighty arms, the trucker  continued to rain what seemed like a gallon of his piss down on the groaning Mule. It sounded like a racehorse pissing on a flat rock as the masculine trucker emptied his bladder on the back and ass of the naked Mule as an ultimate act of degradation. 

Mule was laying on the floor, squashed flat like a stomped on bug  covered in piss, cum and vomit, thoroughly vanquished.  Unable to move, the brawny college boy can only moan and groan at the feet of the victor. The trucker  smiles at his handiwork.  The Mule had been beaten, raped, and degraded. 

 Shaking the last of the piss out his horsecock the trucker finally steps off his beaten opponent and says to his barely conscious fallen adversary: “You put up a good fight, and you were a good fuck, Mule. You must have been praying for revenge all the while I fucked you into submission.  Well, I’m going to give you the chance..." The trucker said as he brought attention to the powerful chest that had humbled Mule by dusting non-existent dust from his massive slab-like pecs.

"As you know, I’m built like a stud stallion, both fore and aft.” He boasted, slapping his hard muscled bubble-butt to emphasize the latter.  Then moving his hips and letting his long heavy dong swing to prove the former.  “This can  be yours when  your man enuf to out fight and rape me”, he grandly stated, turning and waggling his magnificent naked butt .  As an added tease the show-off seized a sleek furry cheek in each hand and slowly parted the  twin mounts, giving  a glimpse of the hidden valley between his hard melon-like buttocks.  "All you Need to do is to  add enuff muscle to take this by force before you challenge me again PUSSY!" the trucker laughed.

James eyes roamed over Trucker's
hyper-masculine body

The trucker laughed and stood up and slowly  put his jeans back on, tucking his donkey size dick down his left leg and pulling them over his huge bodybuilder ass. "Fuck. he's so hot!!" thought James, "He toasted Mule, and the more he hurt him the hornier I got...".  James' eyes roamed over Trucker's fantastically masculine body, assessing the muscle man's brawny magnificence. Standing in only his tight jeans, his hot body pumped,  the Trucker  flexed his superior bicep once again in Mule's face, who still lay humiliated, broken and naked on the floor, as the bare-chested power-house picked up his shirt, boots and socks with one hand and swaggered to his truck and drove away.  

James stared in awe at the humiliated and naked MULE lying on the floor, spread eagle after his defeat against the muscleman trucker,  MULE was  heaving for air with his dick in the dirt and his round muscle ass up in the air, coated with sweat, cum, piss and blood from the trucker's conquest of him.. MULE might have been the alpha male of the town but had just met a superior male had been defeated soundly by the mighty he-man.  And now James had a new hero,  the muscleman trucker.

MULE might have been the alpha male of the town,
 but he had  had been  decisively defeated by an even stronger man!   
And now James had a new hero,  the mighty muscleman trucker!

A reader gets his wish (Part 1): Mule and Joe

~Mule and Joe~
Mule faces Joe, an adversary worthy of his stature!
Two  powerful musclemen fused into a mutual 
brutal  "bear hug"!  With mighty arms crushing 
bone and muscle, who will be able to resist longer?

Part I :  Mule and Joe : A reader gets his wish

Next Week: Part II: Father vs Son Fighting:  Mule and his Pop Tangle  

Story by Mule, based on suggestions from Andrew Bruno, edited by Stefan, pictures and art by Enrique Nito Natal and Steve62Reeves

As Your Mule looked over the messages and comments the Blog had received from Joe Wantowrestl, I couldn't help but think that I had let Joe down. He's told me what he likes, but I have failed to deliver.  Now the last thing the Mule wants to do is disappoint a great fan like Joe.  I got to do something about that.  You know, I thinks, I got a fuckton of frequent flier miles that are about to expire.   What if I used them for a little pop-up meet and greet with Joe, have a "friendly" match and take care of all his wishes while I'm there.

So, I figured it was high time to go toe-to-toe with Joe, and give him what he wanted in a match.  Therefore, I emailed him a challenge and we exchanged the obligatory "I'll-kick-your-fucking-ass" e-mails, and set up a time and date.

It was 6:45 AM on a Saturday morning at the Dallas Airport when I caught my plane to the nearest airport to Joe's hometown in Michigan.  Not much activity going on in the waiting lounge this early in the morning on a Saturday. 
  

Saturday morning at the Dallas Airport

I had some daisy-duke cut-off jean shorts, a low cut tank top and flip-flops that I changed into just before boarding the plane 'cuz I like to be comfortable when I fly. I was almost the only person on the plane besides the MILF flight attendant and some napping oldsters. 

I like to be dressed comfortably when I fly

Looks like I have my choice of seats!  The plane is practically
empty!  Thanks to CoVid-19

'scuse me, Ms Flight Attendant Ma'am!
I'm not a coffee drinker, darlin'!
Any chance you could whip me up a protein shake?

Sure muscles, comin' right up!  Just remember to return to your
seat, fasten your seat belt and put on a shirt before
 we land, hon!

It was a little cooler than I was expecting when I got off the plane in Michigan. But I was too lazy to open my carry-on luggage gym bag for a sweatshirt.  I travel light.  When you look as good as me you don't need clothes.   I called an Uber to get me to the address I had gotten from Joe. The Uber driver was friendly and kept pointing out things to me as we rode along.   It looks like a real nice town but my mind wasn't on the scenery.  It was on Joe.   As always, I had prepared well for the fight.  I found his user profile on the GlobalFight Wrestling & Boxing Personals site, ( https://personals.globalfight.com ) read the first hand reviews of his wrestling matches with other members, then chatted up a few of his former opponents in the chat room for info and tips.  I leaned back in the seat, watching the ocean go by (the 'Ocean' turned out to be one of the Great Lakes, don't remember which one) and thinking about squeezing the big man in my bearhug until his ribs caved in.

As I approached his house, I could hear the sound of hammering.  I slowly walked up the short driveway; the garage door was open and the place was a handyman's dream---there were 2 x 4s and piles of wood covering half the floor.  A power saw, surrounded by ample piles of saw dust, took up nearly the entire back corner.  One whole wall was covered with hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers of every conceivable size.  The right side of the garage was bare except for a thick blue wrestling mat, 10' x 10' square.

In the center of the garage, with his back to me, stood Joe, pounding nail after nail into wood. Shit, he was a big man, a lot bigger than his pictures let on.  Broad shoulders, biceps bulging with each swing of the hammer, big legs in tight Levi's, construction boots, work gloves.  He hadn't heard me approach, so I positioned myself behind him until I left a shadow on the board that he was nailing.

"Looks like your kinda busy…" I said to announce my presence. Joe turned around and recognized me immediately.  "Mule! So you really came!   So many dudes flake out and ghost me once we set up a match.   Nice to finally met you.   Man, you are every thing I was expecting and more."

As happy as Joe was to see me, he still eyed me warily.  I could tell he was already looking for weak points he could exploit during our fight.  Joke's on him.  Mule don't have no weak points.  "I was trying to finish up the deck around the the hot tub I just installed in my back yard.  Maybe we can try it out after our match,"  Joe explained.  He put down his hammer and cracked his knuckles, itching for a fight. Without saying a word, he clicked a small device that was on his workbench. My head turned with the whirr of the automatic garage door closing behind me. Joe flashed me a grin.

I took my T-shirt at the seam and pull it slowly, much slower than usual, over my head.  I didn't need to see to know what Joe was doing.... he was moving his eyes to my perfect eight pack abs, then slowly up to take in my pecs, delts, triceps and awesome nineteen inch biceps as I revealed my hot rock-hard muscle body to him. My golden torso gleamed with the first thin sheen of sweat, my muscles flexed, as my magnificent chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths.  I took my T and toss it to the side of the room.  I dropped my arms to my sides, with my hand palms facing to the front and then I lifted my arms a few inches sideways - the classical position of someone who opens himself without any reservation, to the other person. 

"This is how a real bodybuilder looks..." I say, standing stripped to the waist.

Joe just smiles, and begins to unbutton the flannel shirt he is wearing.  With three buttons undone, I began to make out a rippling torso of monstrous muscle.    He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and pulls it open, revealing a rock solid set of deeply ridged eight pack of washboard abs.  Joe schucked his shirt off revealing his muscular torso. He  flexed his huge pecs and showed off his wide and thick 54" chest.  I found myself admiring his powerful chest.  It was an intimidating sight!

"Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule,"  Joe says matter-of-factly as he pulls his shirt off like a boss, and throws it over on top of my T-shirt on the floor.  Now also stripped to the waist, Joe flaunts a set of thick brickwork abs, running his hands slowly over each deeply chiseled muscle.  Then Joe faces me with hands on hips and flared his lats.  He's got a brawny, beefy physique that is stacked with slabs of muscle and he makes sure I get a good, long look at it.  Whoa!  Joe is built like a brick shit house!  I wasn't expecting that!   Joe is staring me down and looking confident as Fuck, ready to throw down!

Joe unbuttons the rest of his shirt and pulls it open
Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule
Joe was bigger than I had been lead to believe. A lot bigger

Joe and Mule

Both of us shirtless men smiled as we gazed at each other, admiring each other's muscular physiques. My body was chiseled and esthetic, while Joe was more thick and bulky.  He looked almost  like a Lego figure made out of cement blocks.  

"You ready to do this, Mule?"  Joe asked confidently, as he moved his right hand to his jeans and began unbuttoning them.  I unzipped my cutoffs at the same time. Joe and I stood facing each other. "So I got a pair of speedos in my gym bag, but what you say we just wrestle like men -dicks out and  bare-assed butt naked " I proposed.  I took Joe's wide smile as his affirmative answer.  Joe struggled to get his Levis down over his bodybuilder sized thighs and muscled glutes.  The jeans reluctantly came off.  Like any good muscle-stud, Joe was going commando. Of course, so was I.

 We both dropped-trousers  in a joint fluid motion, freeing the two pythons from their nests.  The pair of us, dropped-trou faster than Walmart runs out of toilet paper, we were as anxious as a couple of  hormonal amped-up high school wrestlers to get started grappling.  The second surprise Joe had for me was  a Whopper of a cock swinging back-and-forth between his legs!  Now naked,  we were both surprised that the other had such a large cock, because frankly neither of us had believed the other's bragging and shit talking.  Joe was packing!  His fat semi-erect cock was  as thick as my own and almost as long!   We were both fucking hung like  horses!

Joe had another surprise for me when we dropped-trousers
Joe had a Whopper of a cock swinging between his thick thighs!
Joe's cock was as impressive as my own mammoth man-cock!
We were both hung like horses!

Joe seemed to be full of surprises!  First, as I stated previously, when our shirts came off and he revealed his thick bodybuilder physique: Joe was a big swole motherfucker, a stud loaded with muscle and power.   Lots of muscles, actually.   I had not expected that.  Nor had I expected his confidence, bordering on arrogance, it is one thing to preen and posture on the Internets, quite another to do so in the presence of a muscular titan like me!  Plenty of folks talk like they are 10' tall and bullet proof, until they meet me in person, than they deflate faster than a football meant for Tom Brady!  Joe definitely wasn't intimidated by me, that's for sure. And why should he be intimidated? He was as big as me and was spouting a porn-size tube of cock meat and set of bull balls to boot !  Wasn't expecting that either.   It was pretty obvious I had been played by the dudes on GlobalFights and fed a lot of bullshit and misinformation about what Joe would be bringing into a fight.  None of those dirty fuckers in the chatroom had warned me that Joe was the human embodiment of a tank, a beefy stud with thick rippling muscle and power.  Welp, like Honest Abe Lincoln once said, you can't believe everything you read on the internet!  But I found myself wondering what other surprises Joe had in store for me!

What's the matter, Mule?
Are you getting insecure?
Having second thoughts, bro?

Joe was stretching his shoulders as he stepped onto the mats.  I was opposite him spreading my feet wide and bending forward, stretching my lower back as I rested the palms of my hands on the mat.  “I get the impression that you do this sort of thing a lot,” I said to Joe. "Let me just say that you’re messing with the wrong man if you were expecting an easy win, Mule..."  Joe was standing in front of me resting his hands on his hips while waiting for me to finish my stretching.   

We lock hands and test each other’s strength.  Both of our big muscle-packed bodies were every bit as strong as they looked!  My sculpted muscles  seem to have a slight advantage, forcing Joe to take a few steps backward at first, but once Joe plants his feet his backward movement stopped.  I am still winning the contest as I slowly forced Joe down slowly, one inch at a time, trying  to put him on his knees.   At least I was, until Joe suddenly lifts his knee into my midsection, making me double over with a loud "UUNNNNNFFFF!"  Joe wastes no time following up with with a punishing series of six hard jabs into my abdomen.  Joe was softening up my mid section for something and I didn't need to wait long to find out what!

Joe hit me with a roundhouse right into my thoroughly worked over abs that totally doubled me over.  I fell to my knees as I wretched, almost vomiting onto the floor. FUK!  Joe had weakened my abs with those jabs and then he gutted me with his roundhouse right! With both hands I held my devastated stomach. Then Joe raised his powerful arms up, clasped his hands and hammered me across my broad muscular back.  It took four mighty blows to fell me face down onto the floor.  I tried to grab Joe's  ankles but Joe then brutally stomped on the back of my head, smashing my face into the concrete floor under the thin wrestling mat.  

I sitting on my muscled ass holding my noggin.  Joe is standing over me, with a slight smile.  He cracks his knuckles again and rolled his shoulders.  "First Fall goes to me!' Joe announces the obvious.

  DAYMN!  I had been expecting a traditional scientific Greco-Roman style match, so I was caught off-guard when Joe started pulling his WWE shit on me. OK, OK so Joe likes to play rough... well I can play that game too. I thought as I straightened back up, still rubbing my aching mid section, and  quickly scrambled to my feet. 

"Don't get cocky, Joe! I am just getting started!" I growl, confidently.  

"I'm just getting started too, Mule! You sound a little nervous. What's the matter? Am I more than you bargained for?" the equally confident Joe retorted.  No smile this time, he's fucking serious and has his game face on.

 We fought, in a macho trial of strength, straining for dominance.  We were on each other, wrestling, punching, anything we could do to punish the other.  Both of us muscular men wrestled and sweated, with our fists in the air.  The fight was pretty even, me and Joe were really going to town on each other.  Fists to the jaws, and hard and heavy body shots.  The sound of fists hitting muscle mixed with our grunts and groans echoed off the garage walls.  Just two naked pumped up musclemen, sweaty and bloody.  We were having ourselves one hell of a bare-assed, bare-knuckle fist fight.  When we clinched I realized we were both boned to the max.  Our cocks were at full mast and hard as steel.

Still tightly clinched, my hard fists dug into Joe's tough muscle.  My punches to his pecs and his nips were starting to take a toll.  But I needed to get out of his clinch and open some space between up in order to throw some power punches.  So I hocked up a good one and spit right in Joe's face!  As I had counted on, the surprise caused him to drop his clinch, as he stepped back and put his hand up to his face to wiped my spittle away.   That was all I needed him to do in order to land a good left /right combo to his jaw rocked him.

He staggered back, stunned.  He glared at me and told me to fuck myself so I landed another fist hard across his jaw.  But this time he came back with an uppercut to my still weakened worked over  midsection that he put all of his weight and power into.  He impaled me with his fist and it went in deep to my body.  The uppercut hit with so much force that it raised my 252 lbs of solid muscle off my feet by a full foot.  When he pulled his fist back out of gut, I fell back to the earth.  And when I landed he was waiting for me, with a solid right cross to the jaw, that turned my legs into rubber and made my eyes roll back into my head.   I was vaguely aware that I was falling to the floor.  Big Joe had dropped me with his haymaker  and I was heading down to the floor for the count.

But before my big muscle-butt hit the floor, Joe grabbed me as I was falling to the floor, and held me up with one had and used his his free fist to punch me in the abs, again and again. UNNNNNN! UGHHHHHH...AHHHHHH...FUUUUUCK! Joe was a hard hitter. Each punch he threw was packed with dynamite and forced a loud grunt, groan, and obscenity out of me when it landed. The armored steel plates of my abs were buckling under the unrelenting impact of his sledge hammer fists. 

"GOOD! I finally wiped that conceited smile off your face, Mule!  Had enough yet Mule? We have been at this long enough that by now ever a stupid meathead should have figured out that my muscles are as strong as yours. And my cock is as big as yours.  You have met your match, Mule buddy! I can go toe-to-toe with you all night long, baby! So should I just keep on punching you in the gut!?  Or are you ready to go dick to dick with me in a bear hug, dude?  " Joe asked me with a cocky grin.  My abs had all of Joe's ham-sized fists that they wanted.

"OK, OK,...enough, enough.. this fall goes to you, too..." I growl in submission.

"That's two falls straight for me!" Joe says as he steps away and shakes out his fist and loosens up his shoulder with some stretching. "Heh! You didn't think I would win, did ya Mule?"

.

Joe obviously had far more wrestling experience
than I had been lead to believe!

"So you have had a LOT more wrestling experience than I was lead to believe, Joe!  I groaned as I stated the obvious.  "Looks like I have been set-up...."

"I've done some underground wrestling under the name El Macho Gabacho.  Intense, brutal matches, and I seldomly lose...." Joe reveals.

So the truth comes out, Joe is the infamous internet wrestler for hire, El Macho Gabacho. I know the name and his reputation.  And know I know for sure that this is a set-up!

Joe, under his wrestler name of El Macho Gabacho,
destroys another of his many opponents

"Shit, you are one powerful motherfucker" I said as I stood up. I was panting and dripping with sweat but 

was grinning. "I'll give you that. You...are...strong...as fuck...Joe! But you haven't won yet, big guy!" I responded defiantly, my chest heaving as I tried to get some of the air Joe had knocked out of me back into my body while my brain was attempting to process this new information Joe had just provided.

"Maybe not, Mule" rejoined Joe. "But you are losing! And I'm showing you what a true Alpha Male is like" Joe chuckled.

"Ok, Ok...yeah, enough...I've had enough! You said you wanted a bearhug contest in your email..." I said as I stretched out my abs and walked off the effects of Joe's brutal gut punching. Joe was a hell of a lot more muscle stud than I had expected. He had almost knocked me on my fucking ass. Standing toe-to-toe and trading punches with big Joe wasn't working out too good for me.  In fact, Joe was right on both counts,  he was a match for me and I was losing.  Time to change to something else. "If you want  a bear hug contest, I'll give you one.  Last round, bearhug, winner of the last round wins the match...it's all on the line in the final fall" I proposed. 

 "Let's do it!"  was Joe's immediate and enthusiastic response! 

 My chest and abs were still heaving, but I was ready.  Bear hug contest and cockfight had been his challenge to me, it was time for me to make sure Joe was sorry when he got what he had asked for.

Knowing that the bearhug was the greatest demonstration of one man’s domination of another, and Joe and I  longed to give each  a taste of our power, to use our  muscle-bound bodies to crush each others  body to smithereens - to see which of us was the strongest muscleman! 

"Bear-hug. First to cum loses and  has to lick up the mess. " I confirm.

"You will be surrendering and begging me for mercy by the time I fuck the cum out of you...." Joe says confidently as he stretched out his body and flexed, making his muscles bulge and ripple and making his jumbo-sized  prick bob up and down.

We both stepped forward, locking our bodies together in a mutual bear hug! For an instant we stood cemented together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock.  The erotic sensation was too much for both of us  musclemen. Together we sighed out loudly, moaned in wanton lust for one another.  

We began flexing biceps as large and as hard as cannonballs into each other’s ribs. "OOOOORRRRGGGHHHHHH!! GGRRRUUHHHHUHHHHH!!! "  We grunted and groaned.  As my ribs started to bend and bruise, I realized that Joe was as skilled in  bearhugging as he was in punching. "OWWW!"  Well, I got some mad bearhugging skills myself.

I began squeezing Joe back, hard. "Oooohhhggh!!" The air came out of the his lungs, as his ribs bent under the pressure of the massive arms that I had wrapped around his torso.  Joe was bending my ribs, and now I also was bending his.  My bulging biceps pressed against Joe's rib cage, forcing more air out of the Joe’s lungs and restricting them from expanding to gain more air.   I took a giant breath and expanded my huge chest to its fully flexed size.  My powerful chest began to overpower and then compress Joe's thickly muscled chest.  His eyes opened wide.  He wasn't used to being over powered.  Our muscular abdomens had been rapidly inflating and deflating against each other, but I put a stop to that as I flex my hard musclegut against Joe's musclegut, preventing him from gulping in oxygen to fuel his muscles.  I had my eyes locked in a stare with Joe's, waiting for that look of doubt in his eyes when he realizes I could beat him.  I grunted like a Silverback gorilla, as I made Joe suffer in my mighty embrace; and I forced moans and groans out of him with the crushing power of my flexing biceps, as they grew even larger!  Joe threw his head back and roared in pain and frustration. I was crushing Joe against my mighty chest with my dominating Mule muscle.  I was breaking Joe's big he-man body with mine!

"I'm gonna make sure you NEVER forget this!" Joe growled before slapping on the tightest bearhug he'd ever applied.

  I let out an involuntary  scream of pain that fortunately, was muffed by Joe's beefy pecs that surrounded my face.

My mighty body was being crushed by the huge arms of my equally muscular and equally strong adversary!

I buried my head into the deep pec valley of Joe's massive chest and groaned in pain!

My mighty body was being crushed by the huge arms of my equally muscular and equally strong adversary!  The lubrication between our bodies allowed Joe to slide his arms even more around my thick chest.  Joe's massive arms swelled like a python squeezing its prey as he  tightened his hug around my thick, sweaty torso.

Joe then leaned his head forward until his and my foreheads and noses were touching. Joe looked down at our sweaty, heaving chests mashed together by the hold and observed the swell and pump the match had given our upper bodies. Both of us panted with exertion!  

Joe pulled  my body into him even tighter while speaking directly into my face as his forehead and nose remained in contact with mine!  "You feel that,Mule? These muscles of mine,” a straining Joe grunted  “these huge arms of mine that you feel around you are gonna CRUSH YOU, big man!  My muscles are gonna crush all those big muscles of yours into pulp!"

  Joe began to savagely cock fuck me with his powerful fuckpole, viciously bashing away on my cock with his. My balls churned and churned from the abuse to my cock, producing more and more cum, bloating themselves to twice their normal size.  I fought  to not shoot off my load. Joe was good at this, really good. I wondered how many cock fights he had won.  Then Joe applied his mighty bear hug even stronger, nearly snapping my spine, while plowing my cock harder and harder. He started to viciously hump me, ramming his massive sex pole into my groin!

Joe  again took advantage of the slippery sweat covering our bodies to slide his  giant arms lower on my body, under my ribcage. Now Joe's massive arms were around my narrow waist. He worked his  huge pythons around me as he continued to clasp his hands together in the small of my lower back.  Joe's face showed a determination to crush my body with his massive arms, as his huge rock-solid biceps and triceps exploded with power again!  I can't hold back my reaction as I throw my head back and howl like a coyote in pain!  Joe had reversed the bear hug!  

“Feel my power, Mule!  Feel what it's like to face real POWER! ” Joe snarled. “Do you feel that big he-man body of yours failing as I gradually squeeze you into submission? Feel your muscles being slowly over-powered by my equally big and even stronger muscles as I fuck you up piece by piece?”

“Fuck you!” I snarled back. But Joe had taken control of the bear hug. Now he was the one that was large and in charge.  He was gonna make me suffer! 

Two equally muscled and equally hung musclemen,
 each making the other suffer excruciating pain in their mighty arms!
  The torture is unbearable,  yet somehow erotic.
 Grunts, groans, moans and whimpers interrupted by
 frequent  screams of pure pain. 
Tears of agony mixed with the rivers of sweat
 pouring off the twin mountains of muscle forming a pool on the floor.
   Which giant muscleman's body and mind will break first and surrender,
begging for mercy from to the true Alpha Male in humiliating defeat?. 

My back felt  like its was about to splinter!  The fucking lumbar vertebra in my spine compressed and excruciating pain shot down the sciatic nerves in both my legs. It felt like my muscles were  surrendering, one by one  in my Joe's embrace as he squeezed my muscular body to its breaking point! My body jerked involuntarily as it  vainly tried  to find an avenue of escape.

"You're breaking my fucking back, dude!!!"  I groaned. I didn't mean to say it. It had just slipped out when my body reached the point where I couldn't take anymore punishment! I had to fight my own urge to submit.

"That's the idea, you cocky, arrogant, over-confident  meathead!" Joe laughed cruelly. "It's supposed to hurt, Mule," he said. "In fact, You're gonna take a lot of pain today!" Joe growled back "....because  Mule, the Big internet celebrity' muscle-stud is going to be taken down by one of his  own Fan Boys.  That's right I am gonna break 'The Mighty Mule' in half!"

I could feel Joe's powerful abdominal muscles pushing against mine as we gasped for air.  Our sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed our hard-on's that felt  like hot spears trapped between our torsos, in a warm brawny embrace.  Pre-cum starting to seep from the piss slits of our hard cocks, and mix with the sweat dripping from our abs.  Joe and I ground our huge pecs, our muscular bellies, and our swollen cocks together.  The sweat and precum cemented and fused our muscular bodies together: face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft.   Our massive bodies dripped with sweat as our muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated against each other.   We continued pressing our nipples together. My bullet sized nips dug deep into Joe's, like twin steel spikes. 

It was clear that we were both were masters of the bear hug hold.  

We both  writhed in pain, groaning and gasping for breath.  Like two massive boa constrictors  both musclemen struggled to crush the life out of each another.  Sweat poured from our bodies, our faces burned red from the strain as we winced from the others pulverizing might, our muscles bulging to their limits, our chests heaving. Biceps bulged and flexed as our huge pythons begin destroying each other's body. 

With both of us hung like horses, the diamond-hard cocks trapped between our torsos also battled, his powerful abdominal muscles pushing against mine as he breathed harder.

Our mighty glutes flexed and unflexed, as we drove our cocks hard against each other!  Faster and faster!  In our mutual bearhug, we were squeezing each other’s muscles, our heaving abs were cracking together, our pecs mashed together, sweat mingling!  We both groaned involuntarily, as our boners battled.   Precum dribbled out of our piss slits, coating each other's throbbing cocks.  Sweat and precum leaked out from between our tightly compressed rock hard muscles and dripped to the floor.


“You're fuck'n turned on, Mule.  So am I.  This is hot as fuck...NO HOMO...?" snarled Joe, between grunts.  "Think you can make me shoot my load?  Think you’re man enough?  I’m as much of a stud as you. Maybe even more of a stud. Let's find out...  If you can make me cum first then I will admit that you are the best.  If I make you come first than you admit that I am the best.   You think you’re better than me? Come on, Mule. It's time for us to Prove who the manliest man  really is! ”

Our massive bodies sweaty were cemented together: face-to-
face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft.
Joe and I ground our huge pecs, our muscular bellies, and our
 swollen cocks together.

He was grinding his strong body against mine. He was trying to spear my cock with his.  At he same time, he rubbed his thickly muscled chest and hard nipples against mine.  I fought back with my cock, my crotch, and my nipples.  I rubbed every inch of his body with mine-his chest with mine, his cock with mine.   I finally speared his cock with mine and was able to rub.  Suddenly we were both lost in lust and desire as waves of pain and pleasure flowed thru us. To add insult to injury my musclebound tormentor was one of my fans from my blog!

We were bucking up against each other, but now we were trying to maximize our contact to make our imminent explosion even harder.  I wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine! We were moaning incoherently.  We thrust and thrust pushing and slamming out sweaty, naked muscled physiques together again and again, making sure neither gave the other any relief from the onslaught.

It had been a rougher match than I had expected!
Joe was a worthy competitor!
He wrestled me to a stalemate!

“OK, stud, let’s see it.  Let’s see how much I turned you on.”    With one move of his hips he pulled back from my body just enough for my huge cock to spring out hard as a rock and leaking cock snot like a leaky faucet. “Oh, yeah!  Look at what I did to you, Mule.  Look at that fucking rod.  Fuck yeah!  I’m gonna enjoy making it shoot.”  Joe taunted as he slammed his body hard back into mine,  closing the small space he had opened and trapping our dicks again.

I was now aware of  just how super-hard my dick had become!  My 9" cock, even though once again trapped between two sets of sweaty and  heaving rock-hard abdominals,  is pointed straight up at the ceiling and drooling a steady stream of pre-cum coating us both. My throbbing dick is almost past the point of control. I  realize that  at some point of the cockfight, Joe had gotten control and was beginning to successfully sexually dominate me! I was being out-sexed! I need to break his control while I still can.  I seek to regain control by using my awesomely muscled body as a weapon. I know Joe loves the way I an built, and I use it to my advantage! I  also use smack-talk to humiliate and embarrass Joe.  I start to overcome his efforts to resist my sex-attacks and resist my efforts to force him to cum.

"UHH..UHHH... I can feel your balls tightening up, Joe! UHH...UHHH...You're gonna shoot! UHH UHHHH...I am gonna cock-fuck that big load right outta ya,"  I grunt as I fuck his cock with everything I got. "UHH...UHH ...afraid not, Mule...I'm UH...gonna make you cum!  UH...UH...I will show you who UH...UHHH...the real man is!" " Joe grunted back.  "YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE IT UP, JOE! YOUR BIG FAG COCK WANTS TO CUM! AND I'M GONNA MAKE YOU YA DO IT ALL OVER YOURSELF!!"  I growl, as I struggle to win this desperate sexual battle of wills between two locked up prize bulls.

Joe's cock began to throb. He was about to cum! But within seconds, my body tightened.  My painfully rigid cock was also about to blow!  Joe yelled and I yelled at the same time!   Joe was cumming. And I was cumming.  His whole body jerked.  Still locked together, our powerful muscles flexed with each ejaculation.  Our cocks deposited wad after wad of baby batter between our bodies, the cum was trapped between two sets of deeply ridged, flexing abs.  Our powerful bodies, still glued to each other, were overcome by lustful passion as we continued to orgasm again and again!   We both were grunting and groaning like a couple of gorillas rutting.

My brain had shut down, and all I could do is scream each time I shot another thick rope of baby batter.  As my dick continued to shoot and I continued to yell!  Joe's bearhug had his bulging biceps right on my flaring lats.  My opponent felt the huge, rock-hard slabs of muscle that were my lats, as they expanded and contracted with my ejaculations.  He squeezed and his iron hard, cannon ball sized biceps dug deep into my lats.  We continued to cum, both determined to drain every bit of cum out of the balls of our opponent.

The match ended in a tie! With our muscular bodies locked together in a mutual bear hug, biceps flexing into each other’s ribs as we ground our cocks together until they exploded at the same time. There was no winner, it was a draw.  

Joe had proven he was as much a man as I was! Maybe even more of a man: he had kicked my ass in our fight and had almost out-sexed me in our bearhug contest!  Joe was a hellava stud! 

Grunting and groaning, with our muscular bodies locked
 together in a mutual bear hug, we ground our cocks together as we each
tried to crush the other!
 

Then, with a scream, Joe threw his head back and I buried mine in his thick chest. 
We held each  other even tighter, and simultaneously shot our massive loads!

When our moaning finally stopped, we stood there with our arms still around each other as we recovered from the homo-erotic sexual lust that had gripped us both.  A cock fight between two studs is still sex,  even though two masculine and virile studs like Joe and me will say its not.  It's just cock-fucking not real fucking so NO HOMO.  But it causes  as much of a physical  and mental bonding as copulation.   We both dropped to the floor and rolled over on our backs. just laying on the mat with our chests and abs heaving. We both were soaked with sweat and a huge amount of cum.  Neither of us could talk at first, catching our breath, getting our emotions and feelings under control, and accessing the damage to our bodies.  A cock fight takes a tremendous toll on the participants, both physically and mentally!

After our grappling match, Joe and I ended up in his new hot tub trying to soak away some of the pain in our bruised and battered  muscles.  It had been a much rougher match than I had expected. Joe was all man and strong as fuck! Neither of us had held anything back, and had beaten the shit out of each other. 

I slowly eased my self  lower into the hot tub, holding my lower back.  My ribs were fucking killing me too, they hurt every time I took a breath. "Daymn Joe, that was a hell of a grappling session.  You pulled out a win against me twice. I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter!"

Joe just gave a slight smile and then said: "Yeah, and I could have beat you a third time if the match had continued. I had already taken the first and second fall, and I still had plenty of energy left in my tank! " He flexed his right bicep to support his assertion. "But I couldn't take a chance of losing, no matter how small! The Mule is legendary for turning matches around at the end to win! I decided to stop while I was still winning..to make absolutely sure I got my bear hug ending..."

 "And what an ending Joe!"   I chimed up.  "I was going all sorts of homo by the end of our cock fight!  Fuck that was HOT as fuk, Joe!  I wonder how long it's gonna take me to get interested in chicks again after a queering like that! And to think I came here here like I was doing you a favor.  Double god Daymn!!! LOL"

After our grueling grappling match, Joe and I 

rehabilitated our beat up bodies in his hot tub. 
OK, Mule, now I want to hear the story of 
when you fought your Father.
Let's hear it, man...and don't leave anything out!

"Yeah, I've heard that from a lot of big cocky musclemen like you, to be honest. No offense. Just keeping it real!"  Joe replied, without a hint of bragging or arrogance. Just spitting out the facts.  That's Joe!

Once we had gotten comfortable in the soothing warm water jets of the Jacuzzi, Joe looked at me and said "OK, Mule, like we discussed on FB, I want to hear the story of when you fought your Father. Here, I have a copy of our FB convo on my phone..."

And thus our tale continues in Part II: Mule vs his Dad

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