This is a reworking done with Ai assistance of an earlier story. It has some new images and additional text. It is an abridged version focusing mainly on the fight and cock-fight. If you wish additional background development, please check the original story Mule vs Joe, A Reader gets his wish, elsewhere on this blog.
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| ~Mule and Joe~ Mule faces Joe, a worthy adversary! The story climaxes with the Two powerful musclemen fused into a brutal mutual "bear hug"! With mighty arms crushing bone and muscle, who will be able to resist longer? |
Story by Mule, based on suggestions from Andrew Bruno, edited by Stefan, some pictures and art by Enrique Nito Natal.
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. I got a fuck-ton of frequent flier miles that are about to expire. What if I used them for a little pop-up meet and greet with Joe, go toe-to-toe with him in a "friendly" match and and give him what he wanted in a match while I'm there.
So, 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.
A few weeks later I got off the plane in Michigan. I called an Uber to get me to the address I had gotten from Joe.
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---a power saw, surrounded by ample piles of saw dust, was in the back corner. One whole wall was covered with hammers, screwdrivers, tools 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. He was a big man, a lot bigger than his pictures let on. He as about six feet tall, so a few inches shorter than me. But his Broad shoulders were as wide as mine, his bodybuilder sized biceps were bulging with each swing of the hammer, he had big powerlifter 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.
In the center of the garage, with his back to me, stood Joe, pounding nail after nail into wood. He was a big man, a lot bigger than his pictures let on. He as about six feet tall, so a few inches shorter than me. But his Broad shoulders were as wide as mine, his bodybuilder sized biceps were bulging with each swing of the hammer, he had big powerlifter 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. He gave me a quick look up and down and of course was impressed with what he saw. "Man, you are every thing I was expecting and more." he said.
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 slowly unbuttoned my shirt, slowly revealing my torso. 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 pulled my shirt open, expositing my chest. 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 without any reservation exhibits himself to another person.
"This is how a real bodybuilder looks..." I say,
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| ~MULE~ "This is how a real Bodybuilder looks!" |
Joe just grins confidently, 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 then Joe pulled his shirt open like a boss revealing his own muscular torso. Joe had a rock solid set of deeply ridged eight pack of washboard abs. He flexed his huge pecs and showed off his wide and thick 54" chest. I found myself admiring his powerful chest.
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| ~JOE~ "Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule!" |
"Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule," Joe says with a cocky swagger, as he 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. Joe is a few inches shorter than me, but thickly muscled and a little heavier than my chiseled, sculptured like granite physique. Whoa! Joe is built like a brick shit house! I wasn't expecting that! Joe is staring me down and looking confident as Fuck, and ready to throw down!
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| Whoa! Joe is built like a brick shit house! I wasn't expecting that! 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. My body was chiseled and esthetic, while Joe was more thick and bulky! |
"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.
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| "You ready to do this, Mule?" Joe asked with a confident smirk |
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 were as anxious as a couple of hormonal amped-up high school wrestlers to get started grappling.
We both dropped-trousers in a joint fluid motion, freeing two pythons from their nests. The second surprise Joe had for me was a Whopper of a cock swinging back-and-forth between his tree-truck sized legs! Now naked, we were both a bit surprised that the other had such a huge cock, because frankly neither of us had believed the other's bragging and shit talking. But Joe was packing! His fat semi-erect cock was as thick as my own and almost as long! We were both only half hard at this point but both with nearly 8 thick inches of massive swinging fuck-meat and still growing. We were both hung like fuck'n horses! I was of course mentally comparing cock and I was curious about how big Joe's dick could grow. Like he was reading my mind, Joe said " just wait, mine gets much, much bigger."
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| Joe had another surprise for me when we dropped-trousers Joe had a Whopper of a cock swinging between his thick thighs! Joe's semi-hard cock was as impressive as my own mammoth half-hard cock! We were both hung like fuck'n horses! |
Joe seemed to be full of surprises!
First, when we stripped off our shirts 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! But Joe definitely wasn't intimidated by me, that's for sure. And why should he be intimidated? He was packing as much muscle as me and was spouting a porn-size serving 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. This was clearly a set-up, and I had fallen right into it. Welp, like Honest Abe Lincoln once said, you can't believe everything you read on the internet! Nothing I could do now but go through with the match, but I found myself wondering if Joe had any other surprises in store for me!
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| 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! That had been fucking humiliating. 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 quickly scrambled to my feet and straightened back up, still rubbing my aching mid section.
"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. I had to admit I was more wary of Joe now that I new my steel-plated abs weren't invulnerable to Joe's fists!
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.
Showing I still had my old college football skills, I charge with a vicious shoulder block. I drive my shoulder squarely into to Joe's steel-plated abs! The steel-plates buckled as my mountain size shoulder hit with the force of a runaway freight train. THUD! OOF! A huge gorilla like grunt comes out Joe's mouth along with a lung full of air and a mouthful of spit as Joe folds in half over my broad back, groaning!
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| Showing I still had my old college football skills, I charge with a vicious shoulder block, I drive my shoulder squarely into to Joe's steel-plated abs! THUD! OOF! A huge gorilla like grunt comes out this mouth along with a lung full of air and a mouthful of spit. Joe folds in half over my broad back, groaning! |
Stepping back and extracting my mountain size shoulder out of Joe's I could tell he wasn't going anywhere for now. Muscle hunk's abs were heaving for air. Powerful and etched, Joe's muscleman abs looked magnificent, glistening and coated with his sweat, rippling as they sucked in much needed air. But since I gave him no chance to recover, even Joe's cobblestone abs were unprepared for the thud of my jackhammer fist into his thick, muscle-packed guts. Joe bawled out in shock and surprise as he was folded in half, impaled by my anvil-size and anvil-hard fist, that was now buried half way to my elbow deep in Joe's bodybuilder roid gut, rearranging his insides. When I extracted my pile-driver fist from a foot-deep inside his intestines, Joe stumbled backwards holding his belly as though he had been stabbed by a sword, and fell backwards, landing on his back on the floor with a satisfying splat, lifeless except for his moans and groans!
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| "Look at up me!" I gloated as I looked down at muscleman Joe flat on his back at my feet |
But I had under-estimated both Joe's recuperative power and the reserves of strength that his anger allowed him to tap into. I was was about to make a huge mistake and push Joe too far.
"Suck my big dick! You should be a natural, the way you suck at fighting!" I shouted down at my downed opponent.
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| "Get up and Suck my big dick! You should be a natural, the way you suck at fighting!" |
That was all Joe could stand. I had gone too far now! Joe had a Hulk-Out! He was back on his feet in a flash and the fight was back on with even great ferocity!
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. The air was thick with the smell of testosterone infused sweat. We were having ourselves one hell of a bare-assed, bare-knuckle fist fight. We were both boned to the max. Our oversized cocks were at full mast and hard as steel.
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| Joe wrapped his huge arms around my beefy body, and put me into full nelson. He thrust hips upward, as he rubbed his giant elongated shaft between my hot, clenched butt cheeks |
When we were 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 up between us 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 that 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 by my hair 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 agarin buckled 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 I'm the better man. You have met your match, Mule buddy! I can go toe-to-toe with you and kick your muscle all all night long, buddy! So should I just keep on punching you in the gut!? Or are you ready to go man to man 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 gos to you, too..." I growl in submission.
"That's two falls straight for me, so you lose...!" 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?" This fucker sure likes seems to like stating the bloody obvious, I think, while trying to think of a good comeback.
"I bet the last thing you were expecting was to be taken down by one of your "fan-boys" as you like to call us readers of Mule's Blog. Just goes to show you that you never know who is reading and not to make assumptions about your fan base." Joe lecturfied me.
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| This Fighting-Stud had beat me two falls in a row! Joe obviously had far more wrestling experience and was a far better fighter than I had been prepared for! Joe was a top-tier Muscle-fighter! |
"So you have had a LOT more wrestling experience than I was lead to believe, Joe! I groaned as it was my turn to state the bloody 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 seldom lose...." Joe reveals.
"I've done some underground wrestling under the name El Macho Gabacho. Intense, brutal matches, and I seldom 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 rather notorious reputation. And now I know for sure that this is a set-up!
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| 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 sure live up to your reputation! You...are...strong...as fuck...Joe! But I haven't given up 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 have lost -two falls in a row! By now even a stubborn muscle-head like yourself must know that I am a stronger and better fighter than you are. But since I'm enjoying kicking you muscle-bound ass around and showing you what a true Alpha Male is like, I might be willing to give you a "pity-round" so you can try to reclaim some of your dignity..." Joe chuckled.
"Ok, Ok...yeah, ..but I've had enough fist fighting! 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 been prepared for. He had the element of surprise going for him, and he had used it to his full benefit. He had knocked me on my fucking ass twice and to be honest, I had no reason to believe I could keep him from doing it a third time. Standing toe-to-toe and trading punches with big Joe wasn't working out too good for me. In fact, I had been humiliated so far. I was no match for Joe in fight, at least not today, and I was tired of losing and getting my ass kicked. Time to change to something else. "If you want a bear hug contest, I'll give you one. Last round, bearhug, and winner of the last round wins the match...it's all on the line in the final fall" I proposed. "With all the stipulations in your email..."
"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 confirmed the stipulations I had just agreed to.
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 confirmed the stipulations I had just agreed to.
"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 macho musclemen. Together we sighed out loudly, moaning in wanton muscle lust.
"Bearhug? Are you sure you didn't just want an excuse for us to get close...? I asked snarkily between grunts as our arms encircled each other. "UNNG.....Uhh.. I grunt...|.I guess your feeling my big arms around you, Joe. Get ready to feel some pain..."I shit talk to Joe as we start to clinch up.,
"Yeah, but you got them big arms of your too high, Mule-buddy. Big mistake! When I clamp down on your lower back with my equally massive arms you're going to feel me break your fucking back...." Joe retorts between the moans, groans and grunts we are both making.
Big threat for a fan-boy I start to say, but ... My response was cut short as I felt Joe locking his wrists together at the small of my back. "AAAGH!!"UGGGGGH!!! GHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I couldn't hold in a cry of pain and a few moans to boot as I felt Joe's enormous pectorals suddenly pressing against my body and his ripped abs crushing my cock.
Despite the immense pain I got an instant full nine-inch boner. Joe smiled with satisfaction when he noticed his rival's rock-hard dick.
" You seem to like being dominated, Mule. Here, I'll give you some more, feel what real ""fan-boy" power can do to that big muscle-stud body of yours..." Joe growled.
- "UUGGHH! - I moaned when Joe increased the pressure. Joe, feeling me struggling in his Herculean grip, gets turned on and Joe's own horse cock extended to it full length and thickness, matching my own in size and hardness.
"How does that feel, Mule! Don't try to give up yet, stud ....I want to show you just what this "fan-boy" can do...." Joe said confidently.
We were 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. Now it was my 56" chest versus Joe's 54" chest. 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 muscle gut against Joe's muscle gut, preventing him from gulping in oxygen to fuel his muscles. It was my roid gut versus Joe's roid gut. 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 19.5" 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!
"Nice try Mule. Your storng, but I'm stronger, and I am gonna make sure you NEVER forget this defeat!" Joe growled. Joe began to slowly rock me side to side in an undulating motion, grinding his biceps into my ribs and crushing my sternum against his mighty chest. Joe's biceps flexed and bulged until they were a freaking 20+". I found myself traped in the tightest bearhug Joe had evever applied.
I let out an involuntary scream of pain that fortunately, was muffed by Joe's beefy pecs that surrounded my face.
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My mighty body was being crushed by the huge arms of my equally muscular and even stronger adversary! I buried my head into the deep pec valley of Joe's massive chest to muffle the sound as I groaned in pain! |
The sweat between us allowed our skin to easily slide against each other, which brought our spiking, bullet - hard nipples into contact, sending jolts of pleasure through both of our bodies. We were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft.
As he slowly ground his amazing physique against mine erotically, 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. He bit my shoulder hard to get my attention and then began speaking directly into my face as his forehead and nose remained in contact with mine!
Then Joe began sliding his body up and down mine, but only by a few inches, making sure his thick fully-hard dick remained in constant contact with my 9" erection. The sweat between our massive bodies acted as lubricant to allow him to slide his cock up and down my shaft more easily. As he moved, his massive haunches would ripple and flex, his muscular ass humped me and the low hanging bull sized scrotums of ud two alpha male muscle-studs rubbed and slapped against each other.
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| "You feel that,Mule? These muscles of mine,” a straining Joe grunted “these huge arms that you feel around you are even bigger and stronger than yours.... and they are gonna CRUSH YOU, big man! My muscles are gonna crush you into pulp!" |
Joe began to savagely cock fuck me with his powerful fuck pole, 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!
Now we were two crazed bodybuilders grinding our jackhammers together.
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!
“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 bigger and stronger muscles as I fuck you up piece by piece?”
Our meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. Grunting in animal lust we were two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight.
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We were two crazed bodybuilders grinding our huge anaconda cocks together! Our meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. Grunting in animal lust we were two musclemen engaged in a fierce cockfight and caught between arousal and survival |
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!
“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 bigger and 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!
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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 exactly what I said I would do, you cocky, arrogant, over-confident meathead!" Joe laughed cruelly. "Remember? I said I was going to break you back. It is 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. You have no idea how many of your readers are pulling for me to break 'The Mighty Mule' in half!"
"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 exactly what I said I would do, you cocky, arrogant, over-confident meathead!" Joe laughed cruelly. "Remember? I said I was going to break you back. It is 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. You have no idea how many of your readers are pulling for me to 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, massive chest-to-massive chest, rock hard roid gut-to-rock hard roid gut, and huge shaft-to-huge 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, making him moan.
It was clear that we were both were masters of the bear hug hold. Who was the best was still to be decided, however.
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 stallion-size 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.
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| Our mighty glutes flexed and unflexed, as we drove our cocks hard against each other! 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? Let's find out... If you can make me cum first then I will admit that you are more of a man than me. If I make you come first than you admit that I am the real mam. You think you’re more of a man than me? Come on, Mule. Put your manhood on the line. I will do the same. It's time for us to find out which of us is the manliest man! ”
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| "It's time for us to find who is the manliest man! ” We had put our man hoods on the line! Our sweaty massive bodies 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!
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| Both musclemen writhed in pain, groaning and gasping for breath. They struggled to crush each another. Sweat poured from their bodies, their faces burned red from the strain as each suffered from the others pulverizing might! Their muscles bulging to their limits, their chests and abs heaving, their pre cum dripping freely as the giant cocks fought against each other like two massive boa constrictors! |
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.
“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 made that fucking rod and 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.
"That's right, Mule! You can feel it feel it with your own cock! My cock is bigger, stronger and harder than yours!" Joe boasted in a deep growling whisper right into my ear, exerting his dominance.
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| Feel my cock against yours, Mule. Feel how it's bigger, harder and more virile than yours. You put your manhood on the line, as did I! Now, my stronger cock is going to dominate yours into submission. My more manly cock is going to fuck the cum out of your fag cock. |
Being shaft-to-shaft I was able to size up Joe's fully erect dick. It was indeed massive. It was hard to tell an exact size of his huge anaconda but despite all his bragging,
his fully hard man-meat didn't feel much bigger than mine.
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| Being shaft-to-shaft I was able to size up Joe's fully erect dick. It was indeed massive. It was hard to tell an exact size of his huge anaconda but his fully hard man-meat didn't much bigger than mine |
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| "UHH..UHHH... Your fucking delusional, Joe. My big cock is as strong, hard, and as manly as yours. UHHH... UHH UHHHH... My cock is more powerful than yours and I am gonna prove it by cock-fucking that big load right outta ya!... UHH I can feel your fully packed balls tightening up, Joe! UHH... GIVE IT UP, JOE! . UHH Your BIG... UHH manly COCK WANTS TO CUM! ... UHH...UG..UGH... AND I'M GONNA MAKE IT HAPPEN!!" |
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 also use smack-talk in an attempt to humiliate and break down his confidence. I start to overcome his efforts to resist my sex-attacks and resist my efforts to force him to cum.
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. But I was cumming, too! Our massive muscleman bodies jerked uncontrollably. Still locked together, our powerful muscles flexed and buldged with each ejaculation.
Our cocks deposited giant loads 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 fucking.
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 had ground our giant cocks together until they exploded at the same time. There was no winner, it was a draw.
I got to admit, Joe had proven he was as much a man as I was! He had kicked my ass two falls in a row in our fight and had almost out-sexed me in our bearhug contest! Joe was a hellava stud!
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| 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! |
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| Then, with a scream, Joe threw his head back! I buried my face in Joe's thick chestas I let out my own muffled scream!We held each other tightly, lost in pain and lust,as we 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. Absolutely no doubt about it: Joe is a 100% straight, masculine alpha male. But a cock fight between two studs is still sex, even though two masculine and virile alpha 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.
Both of us just laid on our backs on the floor. Two behemeth musclemen laying side-by-side only a few inches from each other. The only sounds for long minutes were our moans, our groans, and our heavy breathing. We both slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
Hours later we both woke up, and silently began to feel our pain wracked bodies,
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! Finally I spoke the first words either of us had said in hours- "Good fight..." I managed to croak. "Yeah..." was Joe's hoarse reply.
So it shouldn't be a surprise that our first order of business once we were somewhat ambulatory was for Joe and me to made good on our stipulation that |"First to cum loses and has to lick up the mess. " Since we had nutted at the same time we decided we would both lick up the mess. Maybe we both so horny from the gay-feeling from the cock-fight that we weren't thinking too clearly. I did lick the floor and the tongue-bathed the body of my opponent clean of every drop of my cum, and Joe did the same. Not gonna lie, it was hella sexy and got me hot as fuk. It certainly didn't do anything to quell the lingering gay feeling from the cock fight, it actually increased them! I have that scene on my mental spank-bank and have jerked off over it way too many times to admit.
After our grappling match and clean up session, Joe and I ended up nude in his new hot tub trying to soak away some of the pain in our bruised and battered muscles. It had been a brutal match. Joe was all man and strong as fuck! Neither of us had held anything back, and had beaten the fuking 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 even saw some cracks appearing in your straight, super-macho ass!
"Um, maybe, not sure about that...." Joe said noncommittally. He may not want to admit it but he was definitely queering out by the end of our fight. And my body was the perfect tool to prove that Joe was now lusting after me instead of wanting to fight me.
Just to test him, I stood up and, still naked and with my back to Joe, nonchalantly did a very slow and exaggerated sensuous yawn and stretch, showing off my world class muscle-ass like a gay-for-pay bodybuilder on his Only Fans page. Joe almost salivated at the sight of my broad, thickly-muscled back that sloped down to a long slim waist, and then rose over the perfect mounds of my muscular and powerful rock-hard bodybuilder ass as I flexed my huge glutes, displaying the perfect twin globes of muscle, bronzed and glistening with sweat! Joe's dick did more than just move. His already impressive endowment was swelling rapidly. He was throwing a boner. Joe was fucking aroused. Yeah, another Mule theory confirmed. Even straight as an arrow Joe had been queered from our cock-fight. Well, who could blame him.
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| I stood up and, still naked and with my back to Joe, nonchalantly did a very slow and exaggerated sensuous yawn and stretch, apathetically displaying my thickly muscled back and my world class muscle-ass with a mock indifference |
I wonder how long it's gonna take me to get interested in chicks again after a queering like the one you gave me? I asked Joe as I secretly enjoyed watching him struggle unsuccessfully to control his thickening cock, still suffering from the effects of my demonstration of my powers of muscle seduction.
"Yeah, I've heard that question from a lot of big cocky musclemen like you that I have fought, to be honest. Joe said, with a hint of irritation in his. Joe was a little pissed that I was using my well-muscled body to make his anaconda-sized dick hard. But he continued " From what they tell me it can take weeks before they start liking pussy more than dick! There are some dudes- big machomuscle dude at that-that are still jerking off ot pics of me for months after we fight..." Joe replied, without a hint of bragging or arrogance. Just spitting out the facts. That's Joe!
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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! |
And thus I told Joe the story of Mule vs his Dad AND Mule and Pop Bar Fight.
And now, a high-lighted comment on this story from Faithful Reader:
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| Wow!!! Way to go, Joe. That was a huge win for all of us "fan-boys" of Mule's Blog. You showed Mule his readers aren't just a bunch of pussies. If Mule gets too smug or condescending there are plenty of us readers ready to kick his ass again! |
