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STORY BY MULE, ORIGINAL ART BY STEVE, EDITS BY STEFAN, SUPPLEMENTARY PICS AND VIDEO PILFERED BY STEFAN
The Pickwick Club is an ancient fixture in New Orleans dating to the mid 19th century, it is the secretive domain of blue blood males. It is very exclusive, Gentleman's club, although not the fun stripper kind, but rather the moldering fuddy duddy sort of: Cuban cigars, white linen suits and crystal brandy snifters. The membership was not known for its diversity, and the members range in hue from eggshell to ecru. 50 shades of pale, is how I describe the place. It doesn't even have a big sign, and possesses a nondescript two story Victorian Facade, next to a restaurant/oyster bar. Those not in the know, the "wrong sort", would walk right past, oblivious to the finery hidden within. Italians, Jews and Blacks, etc. are not welcome as members, but blacks are permitted as staff, and most of THOSE, attired in old-timey uniforms, seemed to have been there since Jim Crow ruled over all of New Orleans.
No pictures or business is allowed inside the hallowed halls, and there is a strict dress code and seventeen layers of etiquette and proprietary that are strictly enforced, and even woman are not normally permitted save for special occasions like the debutante presentation, and elaborate balls. Now you might ask how a bottom-dwelling sloot-hunting catfish like your Mule happens to be a member of such a ridiculously anachronistic and aristocratic establishment? Simple, I am a LEGACY.
Now, although I rarely went there, even when I lived in Louisiana, the doorman still knows my name. I take a perverse pleasure in occasionally eating there, just to feel like a interloper, like James Bond infiltrating Spectre.
I was there in February 2017, feeling like I was an undercover reporter for VICE lunching with another member who, like myself, was a scion of bluebloods and the only guy I knew at the club born in the same decade as myself. He bore the preposterous name of Bullworth P. Winston IV. His family had made their fortune in paperclips or fountain pens or something boring like that, a century or so ago. 'Bull' was telling me about this health and fitness expo over at the Morial Convention Center he was planning to go to later... "You should go, aren't guys with over-sized muscles and fitness babes kind of your thing? You certainly would fit in more there than you do here..."
"Sounds like it is going to be mostly cross-trainers, treadmill salesmen and skinny-pants clad hipsters hawking kale smoothies...but heck it WOULD beat THIS mausoleum, so sure I'm game! Might find some fit and flexible sloots there!"
So we both went home to change into more casual attire than what is required at the Pickwick Club ( White Linen Suits in the Summer) and rendezvoused at the Convention Center.
Gianni was one of those impossibly handsome guys, the kind that causes whiplash when he enters a room, women go moist and men pop boners at the mere sight of him, regardless of their normal sexuality. He had the face, the body, and the long, luxuriant hair. His nickname in the industry was CHAD THUNDERCOCK. He was a given, on the FREE PASS list, in innumerable relationships. He had decorated dozens of magazine covers, and been featured in ten calendars including six where he was the sole model. He is also the spokesmen for various supplement and fitness companies, including the makers of Igallop (as seen on Ellen)
... in various advertisements, and on the home shopping channel segments he was featured in, he was dressed only in bikini briefs, chaps and a cowboy hat, riding this mini-mechanical exercise bronco, his gleaming oiled muscles rippling and his pelvis thrusting while home-shoppers orgasmed on their couches and reached for the phone.
He had once had a surname, it is assumed, but now was like Cher, only identified by his first name. Gianni not only had a face that sent pulses racing, but a physique that stimulated rivers of drool. Gianni was what has come to be known as a MALE FITNESS MODEL. At the ripe old age of 28, he was a millionaire on track to be a multi-millionaire.
Gianni, like so many millennial celebrities, rose to fame on Youtube channel, his Getting Great the Gianni Way videos were essentially 20 minute infomercials for his "individualized workout plans" and "essential supplements" that promised to make the noobs look like Gianni. Not that I have anything against anyone juicing, I just didn't approve of him claiming to be "all natural" and conning the DYEL (do you even lift) types into believing anybody could get a body like his by just buying some piece of junk exercise equipment and some useless supplements. I always thought that if Gianni really wanted people to have a body like him, his GianniTech™ brand should offer a different sort of gear than the clothing his GianniTech™ line was hawking, if you know what I mean, and I think you do! Still with his mellifluous baritone, preternatural good looks and killer body, his videos also served as major spank off material--yeah including for me, I am not proud of it, but at least I am being honest.
Now many of my readers around the world might not be clued into Gianni. He is not a Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Arnold Schwarzenegger level of celebrity...YET, but in the more narrow niche that is fitness social media, he is kind of a big deal. His twitter account has 3 million followers...yeah including me, I am not proud of it, but at least I am being honest.
While the the Fitness Industry likes to purport to be about fitness, the 90 billion dollar industry is basically about sex. It is essentially subtexted pornography with muscles. It has been this way since Charles Atlas promised to transform horny dweebs into desirable studs.
It's slick, insidious social-media fueled dynamic is based more on raging hormones than it is health and fitness. But sex sells EVERYTHING from soap to aluminum siding since the era of advertising began, the fitness industry is not alone in this. Sure there is some stabs and promoting exercise and nutrition, but the real ka-ching is selling sexual fantasies and dreams of power, pussy and Priapan pursuits. It leaves a wake of body dysmorphia and eating disorders, but it has made fortunes.
Gianni with his striking good looks and impossibly perfect body, had become a star of the industry precisely, because he was the physical embodiment of sexual fantasy, a wet dream, made flesh. He was what every man desired to be, and what every women and many men desired to bed. If he had to make it on brains, or on personality (once you strip away the superficial charm and animal magnetism) he would be asking you if you wanted fries with your fast food entrée. On second thought, that is not ENTIRELY true, he did have drive and ambition, but damn that face and that body was worth its weight in platinum. That man was MONEY. True, he will probably be dead by 45 of systemic organ failure, due to all the steroids and other miracle-of-modern-chemistry synthetics Mr. "All Natural" has pumped into his breathtakingly beautiful body on the downlow. Products that I may remind you are NOT on sale at GianniTech™ !
While I found him physically attractive, a part of me hated the guy, for he represents: the brain-dead, materialistic, egomaniacal narcissism, that dominates the fitness industry at the moment. True unlike most of the zero-personality types that proliferate this niche, Gianni has tremendous charisma and charm. Still he is an icon of everything I think is wrong with the fitness industry at the moment, and I want to hurl every time one of my gym acquaintances utters his awful name to me. It has nothing to do with that time Jennifer from Lakewood called out his name while I fucked her, so SHUT UP ABOUT THAT! Gianni represented everything I hated about the INDUSTRY, there was nothing personal in this hostility. Sure you MIGHT think I was secretly resentful, because my cock swells at the mere sight of him, as he is pure eye-candy, and I have to go in the locker room later and spank it, but at least I feel badly about it. I am not proud of it, but at least I am being honest.
One positive thing I can say about Gianni besides my wistful, sighing tribute to his good looks, charisma, and to die for, goal physique, is that his muscles are not just for show. If you check out his videos, that guy is athletic as fuck and for a guy that is THAT muscular he is amazingly flexible when he does his warm-up stretches, plus he is always doing all sorts of gymNASTY stunts like backflips, splits and handstand walks. He must do yoga or something, is what I'm thinking. He must be amazing in bed...c'mon don't judge me...you were thinking it too, I am not proud of it, but at least I am being honest. Speaking of sex, and I am always thinking of it, if not speaking of it...You can tell from the outline in his spandex workout gear that the guy is hung like a horse, I am no slacker in that department but that Gianni must have like two inches on me, he is at least an 11 inch man, if not a full footer.
Dude is also known to be a hard-worker in the gym, as strong as a gorilla, and lifts some prodigious amount of weights. He dwarfs even some pro bodybuilders in that department, so I got to give the dude his creds for that...good on you Gianni.
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| I am making it my business! |
So Bull and I headed over, and were at first disappointed when at the booth there was a sign: "Be back in a few-Team Gianni", then behind a curtain to the back and the left of the booth, we heard some unsettling noises, I looked at Bull and he looked equally quizzically at me, and we were both thinking about checking it out, despite all axioms about curious cats and premature deaths, when out from behind the curtain, two big-breasted fitness babes emerged: disheveled with tussled hair, slightly smeared make-up and garments askew. They adjusted their Team Gianni clothing and entered the booth. Game on! These seemed like JUST the type of sloots we were looking for! We engaged these two Beautiful Bimbs with some flirtatious banter. After some initial lines complimenting their appearance while laying down some double entendres, I finally got around to introducing us as the prelude to collecting their digits. "I am Mule, and this handsome sod here is Bull."
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| That is no way to speak to members of my staff! |
"Well we do want to show a couple of chicks our cocks." I parried flashing my best 'Make em wet' smile. The girls clearly appreciated my coarse wit, but just in the movement of our triumph, when we were about to close the deal with the two sloots, a rich baritone voice behind us interjected.
"That is no way to speak to members of my staff!"
I thought: "I was thinking of MY STAFF, asswipe!" as Bullworth and I turned around to see who was running interference.
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| I don't need any help kicking your ass, Bluto! |
A figure was emerging from behind the curtain, zipping up his pants, his face had traces of lipstick, the colors of those of the two booth babes. But that is not what drew out attention.
We were hit by such a vision of such radiant masculine beauty that we were gobsmacked. Both Bull and I were rendered momentarily speechless, and both our cocks swung into salute, tenting our pants. There was Gianni himself in the flesh, and his pictures do not even begin to capture just how handsome he was in the flesh. There are guys so beautiful they seem to slow time, Gianni is such a man. So you can say that I was momentarily ensorcelled by his preternatural beauty. I am not proud of this, but at least I am being honest.
I was roused out of my infatuated fog, by welling anger at being cockblocked, regardless of how breathtakingly handsome he was, that shit just ain't right and can't be allowed to stand. I glanced over at my wingman Bull, for moral support, but he was still intoxicated by the vision of Gianni.
"I think some people need to mind their own business", I finally stammered.
"I am making it my business!" he snarled with eyes narrowing into a glower.
"Yeah, you and an army of Expo security?!!" I snapped.
"I don't need any help kicking your ass, Bluto, and I know a backroom with no security cameras where we can hash this shit out just between us!"
"Lead the way, pretty boy, I am eager to open up a can of whupass on you. You coming along to watch me trash Mr. Pin-up Calendar, Bull?
Bull, who was still completely smitten with the Male Model returned: "Yeah, Mule...I am looking forward to you being taken down a peg or two."
Damn if my own wingman had not defected over to TEAM GIANNI, that was an additional reason I needed to kick this pompous prick's ass!
Gianni laughed when he heard my name. "Mule is it? I would have guessed DONKEY would be a more apt name for you jack-ass!" Then winking at Bull and flashing a gleaming irresistible smile, the Slick Prick added: "But I can see why they call you Bull, as you are quite the stud." I could see that my erstwhile macho friend was sliding quickly down the Kinsey Scale! Fuck, Bull was like putty in the hands of this too-pretty-for-his-own-good muscular charmer. I was going to have to beat some Ugly into this Pompous Poser, if only for Bullworth's sake!
So we wound our way through the crowds towards the backroom, it was an arduous procession as Gianni had to stop and sign autographs and take photos with fans spending 10 minutes in that for every 30 seconds of forward progress and this just pissed me off all the more.
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| Yeah, this room will do. We won't be disturbed here. |
I kicked off my boots, then pulled off my shirt, and dropped my jeans to the floor. Since I was free balling commando style, my jeans had been my only clothing. He had a look of awe on his face, as he got his first look at my naked body. No matter how many times it happens, I always get a charge out of this first glance. These big macho men, always so arrogant and cocky; until they see my big muscles up close! I said something smart-ass to him.
"I can't wait until you post your before and after pictures on Instagram, that is from before and after I rearrange your face, pretty boy!"
With a smirk of a grin, he pulled off his trackies and joined me in my nakedness. I was amazed at the muscularity of my adversary. I had seen him on late night TV and on the cover of fitness magazines, but the infomercials, and magazines did not do him justice. He had a body you needed to be see in person to be believed! His muscles were simply astounding in their size, thickness,and definition. I was bigger, I was heavier, but his physique was just incredible. Ripped and shredded, with hose sized veins crisscrossing his body like a road map, his tanned bronzed flawless skin gave him the appearance of a Greek muscle god. Every inch of him was perfection, including the long, thick, delicious kielbasa hanging down between his massive legs.
Gianni's he-manly perfection was decades in the making: daily four-hour backbreaking sessions in the gym, thousands of dollars worth of supplements, legal and otherwise, and a hard-core diet of quality protein that left no room for any “cheat” days. Cardio every day, at least ten hours a week in a tanning bed in order to burnish those mounds and mounds of muscle to a rich golden brown and 60 grams of fat-free protein hourly for each of 16 waking hours. He even chewed through six packs of chewing gum every single day just exercise the muscles in the face to keep the defined jaw line that had graced the cover of a hundred physique mags. He posed employing the full range of Zoolander facial expressions!
Every contour was carefully molded in perfection normally only seen through Hollywood CGI, clearly he lived in the gym...not to mention the years of wanton steroid use. Despite what you may have heard, they clearly had done nothing to shrink his massive dick and balls as the bulge in the crotch of his clothing indicated!
"You sure you're a bodybuilder and not a powerlifter?" Gianni asked me sarcastically.
"Are you implying I'm a fat fuck? I might not be contest ready but it's just that I'm just bulking during the off season" I said, a little defensively. Then realized that "bulking" was the excuse every fat fuck gives to the always-chiseled superfit types.
"Nah, not quite a fat fuck, but that's definitely what we FITNESS ICONS that train-for-aesthetics, politely call a football build. You're a swole motherfucker, but it looks like everyday is cheat day at McDonald's for you. What you bulking on, Mule? Pizza and cheeseburgers? You're holding more water than a water balloon. I can even see your pecs jiggle when you move! You ever heard of cardio, bro? Or a sports bra?" the purveyor of useless supplements answered.
My witty comebacks momentarily failed me, as my weak response to his string of stinging insults was "Oh, yeah, well I'm rubber and you're glue..." but then I forgot the rest of it and Gianni looked at me like I was a retard. I decided to get this fight started.
We began to circle each other. He had a cruel hint of a smile on his gorgeous face as he saw the effect that his amazing physique had on me. "I might look like a pretty boy, but I'm stronger and rougher than I look baby,.. lots stronger and a lot rougher!" --he said. I tried to take advantage of a perceived opening as he spoke. I moved into him and threw a strong right cross at his face.
Now the slow motion kicked in. Ducking under my blow, the smiling shopping channel shill launched his round house kick toward my head. Stepping forward, his huge thighs bulged with power. His muscular waist twisted, to add force to the blow. Gianni's rock-hard abdominals rippled with steely strength as he turned to get his whole body behind his kick. As his foot came closer, I could see the incredible striations of his massive calf and his thigh muscles adding their brawn to his kick. His big, beautiful hanging balls bounced over his steel supporting leg.
I tried to avoid the foot but his super kick disproved my theory of bigger fighter superiority. I dropped to the floor as terrible pain from the muscle stud's brutal kick erupted inside of my head. The excruciating pain engulfed my entire being as my 260 lbs of muscle rolled on the floor from the effect of the devastating kick. "Wow! What a great shot!" everybody in the room, including myself, thought as one.
With a smirk of a grin, he pulled off his trackies and joined me in my nakedness. I was amazed at the muscularity of my adversary. I had seen him on late night TV and on the cover of fitness magazines, but the infomercials, and magazines did not do him justice. He had a body you needed to be see in person to be believed! His muscles were simply astounding in their size, thickness,and definition. I was bigger, I was heavier, but his physique was just incredible. Ripped and shredded, with hose sized veins crisscrossing his body like a road map, his tanned bronzed flawless skin gave him the appearance of a Greek muscle god. Every inch of him was perfection, including the long, thick, delicious kielbasa hanging down between his massive legs.
Gianni's he-manly perfection was decades in the making: daily four-hour backbreaking sessions in the gym, thousands of dollars worth of supplements, legal and otherwise, and a hard-core diet of quality protein that left no room for any “cheat” days. Cardio every day, at least ten hours a week in a tanning bed in order to burnish those mounds and mounds of muscle to a rich golden brown and 60 grams of fat-free protein hourly for each of 16 waking hours. He even chewed through six packs of chewing gum every single day just exercise the muscles in the face to keep the defined jaw line that had graced the cover of a hundred physique mags. He posed employing the full range of Zoolander facial expressions!
Every contour was carefully molded in perfection normally only seen through Hollywood CGI, clearly he lived in the gym...not to mention the years of wanton steroid use. Despite what you may have heard, they clearly had done nothing to shrink his massive dick and balls as the bulge in the crotch of his clothing indicated!
"You sure you're a bodybuilder and not a powerlifter?" Gianni asked me sarcastically.
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| It's always good to start things off with a little pose-down! |
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| You sure you're a bodybuilder and not a powerlifter? -- Gianni asked me sarcastically |
"Are you implying I'm a fat fuck? I might not be contest ready but it's just that I'm just bulking during the off season" I said, a little defensively. Then realized that "bulking" was the excuse every fat fuck gives to the always-chiseled superfit types.
"Nah, not quite a fat fuck, but that's definitely what we FITNESS ICONS that train-for-aesthetics, politely call a football build. You're a swole motherfucker, but it looks like everyday is cheat day at McDonald's for you. What you bulking on, Mule? Pizza and cheeseburgers? You're holding more water than a water balloon. I can even see your pecs jiggle when you move! You ever heard of cardio, bro? Or a sports bra?" the purveyor of useless supplements answered.
My witty comebacks momentarily failed me, as my weak response to his string of stinging insults was "Oh, yeah, well I'm rubber and you're glue..." but then I forgot the rest of it and Gianni looked at me like I was a retard. I decided to get this fight started.
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| I was expecting a handshake to start, but instead I got a headbutt |
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| I might look like a pretty boy, but I'm stronger and rougher than I look, baby -- Gianni warns |
We began to circle each other. He had a cruel hint of a smile on his gorgeous face as he saw the effect that his amazing physique had on me. "I might look like a pretty boy, but I'm stronger and rougher than I look baby,.. lots stronger and a lot rougher!" --he said. I tried to take advantage of a perceived opening as he spoke. I moved into him and threw a strong right cross at his face.
Now the slow motion kicked in. Ducking under my blow, the smiling shopping channel shill launched his round house kick toward my head. Stepping forward, his huge thighs bulged with power. His muscular waist twisted, to add force to the blow. Gianni's rock-hard abdominals rippled with steely strength as he turned to get his whole body behind his kick. As his foot came closer, I could see the incredible striations of his massive calf and his thigh muscles adding their brawn to his kick. His big, beautiful hanging balls bounced over his steel supporting leg.
I tried to avoid the foot but his super kick disproved my theory of bigger fighter superiority. I dropped to the floor as terrible pain from the muscle stud's brutal kick erupted inside of my head. The excruciating pain engulfed my entire being as my 260 lbs of muscle rolled on the floor from the effect of the devastating kick. "Wow! What a great shot!" everybody in the room, including myself, thought as one.
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| A kick-boxing round house kick to Mule's head, delivered Jean- Claude Van Damme style |
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| Wow! What a great shot! |
As the room spun around me, I remembered, "Oh yeah that's right this dude was a kick boxing champ before becoming a fitness model..." Too bad I hadn't remembered that before he almost decapitated me. After a kick like that I was surprised my handsome head was still attached to my shoulders.
Gianni stood above me, his stunning muscles bulging. He laughed as he said "Not so tough, are you? I'll wait a bit until you recover. I want you to fully appreciate what is to come." in a sadistic, gloating tone. I lay there on the floor for at least a minute seeing birdies flying around my head.
Gianni stood above me, his stunning muscles bulging. He laughed as he said "Not so tough, are you? I'll wait a bit until you recover. I want you to fully appreciate what is to come." in a sadistic, gloating tone. I lay there on the floor for at least a minute seeing birdies flying around my head.
Tired of waiting, the 'Muscle & Fitness Cover Boy' effortlessly scooped up my 260 pound body up by my blond hair.. My muscular body hangs helpless in the muscleman’s grip as he pulls me upright forcing me to look straight into his handsome smiling face. My gaze was still blank from the pulverizing kick, so he backhanded me in the face. "Wakee Wakee!" The force of the 'Under Armour fashionista's' slap was incredible. The side of my face exploded in pain. As I cried out, he forehanded my other cheek. Another bomb went off. His slaps brought me to painful awareness. As my eyes finally cleared, huge bulging muscles filled my vision.
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| Gianni's bulging biceps were having their expected effect on me! |
"What's wrong shithead? One little kick and you give out? ! Some big tough fighter you are! You show up flexing your bloated muscles and think you’re going to scare every man out of fighting you? You don’t fight worth SHIT, muscle head!” he scoffed.
I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to push him off me. It felt like a ball of steel under his bronzed skin. He grabbed my wrist with a grip like a bear trap and slowly, ever so slowly, gave me a guided tour of his muscles. His thick pectorals felt like armor plate under my fingers. He moved my hand down to his abdomen. Each ridge of his stomach was like a steel cable. "Nice, huh? Thick, hard, and powerful; aren't they? They're even more impressive when I really flex!" He whispered saucily. The sight of his astounding body was one thing. . But, the feel of the 'Shake Weight Spokes-Person's massive musculature was hard beyond description, Moving my hand slowly up the V of his side, he flexed his lats. The muscles of his side pumped up awesomely under my fingers. "I like lat pull downs. I do four sets of twenty reps with 300 pounds as a warm up. Then I get serious!"
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| Gianni's massive musculature was hard beyond description, and the stimulating sensual pleasure in touching his sinewy contours had my brain sending urgent texts to my cock! |
"Now, for my favorite part!" he whispered huskily. Gianni then very slowly flexed his right arm for me. Right before my eyes, a huge mound of rock formed and grew into a solid-granite mound. Only slightly smaller than my own, It was a perfect cannonball of pristine muscle, rippling with veins, pulsing with muscle fibers.
He pushed his arm into my face. Pulling his arm back, Gianni put my hand on his huge biceps. He moved my hand over his arm.
My hand slid down to his arm. His bicep was fucking huge, bulging to a beautiful peak. Then my fingers spread, and I ran my hand over the mass of his biceps, squeezing the iron mound. It didn't give. I could actually feel the blood flow through the gigantic veins. They crisscrossed everywhere! The corner of Gianni's mouth turned up slightly in a cocky grin, "You Admiring?" --he asked as I savored the tantalizing hardness and size of his arm. "If these peaks were any higher, they would have snow on them. Yea, y'all are mirin' alright!" Gianni said, answering his own question.
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| Gianni pushed his huge bicep into my face |
"Eighteen inches, limpdick! My arms are Eighteen inches of unadulterated power! How big are those 'fatceps' of yours big boy? Your guns are over Nineteen for sure... they look close to Twenty.." Gianni slowly straightened his arm and then flexed it again. I could feel his biceps changing shape as he unbent and then re-bent his incredible arm.
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| Mule felt Gianni's flexing arm... Eighteen inches of unadulterated power! --he bragged |
"Your arms might be bigger, you fucking side of beef, but mine are just as strong..." -- He bragged while flexing his arm, I could feel each bump and striation of Gianni's titanium biceps as they again grew huge beneath my fingers. The highly stimulating sensual pleasure in touching his sinewy contours had my brain sending urgent texts to my cock.
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| Your arms might be bigger, Mule, but mine are just as strong -- Gianni boasted while flexing his titanium bicep |
Gianni moved my hand to his steely muscle-bound chest. I brought my hand up and began to feel his chest. It was solid and hardened, as if it were made of steel. My fingers moved slowly across his muscular chest, fondling the deep cleavage between his striated pecs. My finger was nearly lost in the deep contours of the pec valley. My hand moved onto his left pec and I caressed it, rubbing it slowly from side to side and top to bottom. His pec was a slab of beef that sat high like a plateau on his chest; a huge, ripped mountain of muscle. I used my fist to punch his tit. It was as solid as iron. I then moved on to the right pec, and it was as perfect and solid as the left.
I moved my hand down, over the huge overhang of his chest. My fingers moved onto the bulges of his insanely defined abdominal muscles and deeply separated abs. My fingers lingered on his abs for a few minutes, experiencing a roller coaster ride as they moved over the mountainous ridges of solid muscle.
Turned on by my muscle worship, Gianni's muscular cock began to lengthen even more and grew until his huge member was fully erect His cock was long; nearly 11", and very thick. His hairless balls were nearly the size of tennis ball. His whole body rippled with waves of muscles, as I continued to tenderly caress him in in intoxicated devotion to the sinew. All my attention was focused on the magnificent body
I moved my hand down, over the huge overhang of his chest. My fingers moved onto the bulges of his insanely defined abdominal muscles and deeply separated abs. My fingers lingered on his abs for a few minutes, experiencing a roller coaster ride as they moved over the mountainous ridges of solid muscle.
Gianni took advantage of my being lost in admiration, envy and lust and made his move.
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| Suddenly, Gianni squeezed my wrist viciously, unmercifully crushing my wrist until I sank to my knees in front of him |
Gianni's forearm muscles rippled with strength as he unmercifully Suddenly, Gianni squeezed my wrist viciously., trying to crush my wrist. In a desperate effort to free my wrist, I drove my other sledge hammer fist into his washboard abdomen with all the force that I could muster. He saw it coming and flexed his abdominals before my fist reached them. Other than a loud grunt, like that of a silver back ape, his iron gut absorbed my blow with no effect. I couldn't penetrate the armor of his steel stomach muscles. Still standing dominantly above me. Gianni released his grip on my wrist.
The pretty boy prick was flexing above me. Ok, now I was pissed. I was going to hurt this asshole real bad and real quick! I was feeling particularly nasty that day.
I decided that I was going to give him a specially large dose of payback. I scrambled to my feet. We moved towards each other, hands up as though we were going to lock up for a test of strength.
Instead, as he approached arms up in a pugilist pose, I reached down and grabbed the 'ab-wheel charlatan' under his chin and around his upper thigh. I lifted his beautiful muscled body over my head and slammed him to the hard floor. He hit with a satisfying thud and groaned as the air was expelled from his lungs.
The man, whose potent image in the muscle mags brought more than two million young boys to the realization that they would much rather look at well-developed men than at any female, is now sprawled on the floor. I stare down hard at him with an expression that says, “You think you got power? I’LL show you POWER!!”
I began to slowly saunter toward Gianni, who was still on his back, looking like a stomped on bug. As I began moving slowly toward him, I could see his eyes riveted on my thick thighs, so I tensed them with each step. It made me feel great seeing the muscleman cringing in fear of my strength as I approached. He tried to edge away from me on his butt; then, still not able to stand, Gianni turned on his stomach and instinctively started to drag himself along the floor. His muscles rippled and flexed as he slowly crawled away.
“Yeah, that's right, crawl, you 'roided up son-of-a-bitch con man. You thought you were a big, tough stud. Now look at you, crawling at my feet like an animal Come on you fucking snake oil salesman, Bring it the fuck on!" I shouted to verbally humiliate him as I walked over to the blond Adonis and flipped him over onto his back with my foot. I stood over the self-proclaimed 'World’s Foremost Physical Specimen', flexing my spectacular arms in total muscular dominance.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbed my ankles and heaved, throwing me off balance, and sending me crashing to the floor. He hadn't been as hurt as I thought, he had played possum luring me in and now I was on the floor too. We both scrambled to our feet. But as I stood, Gianni was ready for me. He grabbed me and lifted my body up. I thought he was going to repay my earlier body slam on him with one of his own.
Instead, as he approached arms up in a pugilist pose, I reached down and grabbed the 'ab-wheel charlatan' under his chin and around his upper thigh. I lifted his beautiful muscled body over my head and slammed him to the hard floor. He hit with a satisfying thud and groaned as the air was expelled from his lungs.
The man, whose potent image in the muscle mags brought more than two million young boys to the realization that they would much rather look at well-developed men than at any female, is now sprawled on the floor. I stare down hard at him with an expression that says, “You think you got power? I’LL show you POWER!!”
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| You think you got power? I’LL show you POWER!! --I growl |
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| I show off my Mixed Martial Arts skills with a headlock and an arm lock |
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| Yeah, that's right, you 'roided up son-of-a-bitch con man. You thought you were a big, tough stud. Now look at you, all tied up in knots, you fucking snake oil salesman!--I shouted |
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| Gianni's muscles rippled and flexed as he desperately struggled to break my hold |
I began to slowly saunter toward Gianni, who was still on his back, looking like a stomped on bug. As I began moving slowly toward him, I could see his eyes riveted on my thick thighs, so I tensed them with each step. It made me feel great seeing the muscleman cringing in fear of my strength as I approached. He tried to edge away from me on his butt; then, still not able to stand, Gianni turned on his stomach and instinctively started to drag himself along the floor. His muscles rippled and flexed as he slowly crawled away.
“Yeah, that's right, crawl, you 'roided up son-of-a-bitch con man. You thought you were a big, tough stud. Now look at you, crawling at my feet like an animal Come on you fucking snake oil salesman, Bring it the fuck on!" I shouted to verbally humiliate him as I walked over to the blond Adonis and flipped him over onto his back with my foot. I stood over the self-proclaimed 'World’s Foremost Physical Specimen', flexing my spectacular arms in total muscular dominance.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbed my ankles and heaved, throwing me off balance, and sending me crashing to the floor. He hadn't been as hurt as I thought, he had played possum luring me in and now I was on the floor too. We both scrambled to our feet. But as I stood, Gianni was ready for me. He grabbed me and lifted my body up. I thought he was going to repay my earlier body slam on him with one of his own.
But instead, Gianni effortlessly lifted me onto his broad shoulders. He grabbed me by the neck and upper leg and pulled down viciously. The effects of his back breaker immediately took hold. His thick, muscular shoulders felt like steel beneath me as his phenomenal arm strength bowed my back. He held me there for what seemed like an eternity. It felt like he was snapping my spine... Gianni paraded my naked, battered body around the room, as if he was playing my humiliation to an imaginary crowd.
He was so incredibly strong, that I was absolutely helpless! I could hear him laughing as he sadistically relished my plight. "This is real strength, you over-sized meat head! I told you that I have muscle power in my arms equal to yours. Feel my power, you Big Bouldermuscled Baboon...!"
Gianni continued the punishment as he kept up a nonstop torrent of verbal abuse. Only after my struggling had died down from sheer exhaustion, did the muscle-stud huckster relent and drop me to the floor. I lay on my back unmoving. Gianni stood above me, sweat glistening on his muscle-packed frame. He had held my 260 pounds aloft and had exerted unimaginable pressure on my back for at least five minutes (although it had felt like an hour) and he was not even winded! The blond stud flexed his titanic arms an said: "Don't go away sweetie! I still want to play with you some more!"
I lay on the floor unable to move because the pain in my back was numbing my arms and legs. He placed one large, perfectly shaped, pedicured foot on top of my massive and heaving chest and launched into a big cock-stiffening most-muscular pose. “Let this be a lesson to you: Don’t ever FUCK with muscles like these..." but although he was talking to me he was directing his remarks (with a wink) at Bull, who was blushing and cooing like a fan-girl.
Gianni loomed above me. He kicked my legs apart and stood between them, hands on hips. He put his bare foot in my crotch and pressed. I groaned weakly from the new pain.
"Man, You have a nice big cock and a prize winning muscled ass! You're sure hung like a Mule, that's for sure. Aw,what's the matter, limpdick. Didn't you like your little piggyback ride? Didn't it last long enough?" I hurt so much that I could only stare at the chiseled musculature of his stomach and groan. He pressed his foot harder on my cock and balls and spat down on my own chiseled abs. Then he removed his foot and moved out of my sight. The next thing I felt was Gianni lifting me to a sitting position. He placed his knee against my back, grabbed my chin with both of his hands, and viciously pulled my head back.
New, excruciating pain, erupted in my neck. His arms bulged with power. I could only make gurgling sounds of protest as his astoundingly strong hands pulled my head back. I could see a smile on his beautiful face while he threatened to snap my neck with his powerful muscles. I pawed at his hands with my own in a futile effort to ease my plight. Gianni responded by pulling back even harder. My hands dropped to my sides. The massive muscles of my arms and chest had been rendered useless. He bent over and hissed in my ear: "You're mine, Mule! I built this body so I could get rich off of Fat Ass losers and suckers pushing that exercise machine junk and those phony supplements. But now I am using it to kick your ass. You can feel the results of my work. Can't you? You know I can snap your big neck like a match stick, you macho prick! One kick floored you. Then I lifted your big bloated body with ease and almost broke your back. I totally dominated you. And now I'm going to use my strength to make you give me that hot ass of yours....Come on Mule….submit….give up your ass to me before I snap your thick football player neck...!"
Sliding his knees up to the widest part of my upper back, Gianni pried my right shoulder off the mat and hooked my huge arm over his thick right thigh. Pulling his left knee of the mat, he did the same with my left arm. Lacing his fingers around my chin and leaning backward, he pried my neck back in a camel clutch.
“So, Mule…you still think you can tussle with this kind of muscle?” Gianni snarled furiously. “ Ready to feel your bones scrape together? To feel your muscles and tendons ripping as I fuck you up?” He lifted himself upward a few inches and then dropped his ass hard into the middle of my wide as a barn door back, making me groan. “How about now, Mule? Are you ready to give me that sweet ass of yours yet?”
“Fuck you!” I snarled, my voice muffled by the hands clamped tightly around my chin.
Gianni dumped my upper body to the floor and climbed to his feet. Waves of sweat rolling off his body. “Trust me,” he panted heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he sucked in air, his hands on his hips. “You’re the one getting fucked tonight, Mule.” As he says it, he raises his tremendous cannon ball of a right bicep and gives it a sensuous kiss and an erotic lick while making eye contact and winking at Bull.
Dropping to one knee next to me, Gianni jammed his right hand between my sweat-soaked thighs from behind, squeezing it between my legs until his fingers latched onto my over-sized testicles. I gasped, my hips levitating off the floor. Gianni pried me up to my knees with a handful of hair, his other hand still locked onto my egg sized balls. Dipping to his side, one knee on the floor, Gianni captured my neck in his left hand, bending me backward across his shoulders. With a grunt, Gianni rose off his knee and slowly pressed himself upward until he stood in the middle of the room with my naked body stretched helplessly across his wide shoulders. His fingers continued to squeeze my ample balls mercilessly. He pulled hard on my neck, rocking up to the balls of his feet and bouncing.
“Uh… Uh… Uh…” I grunted in time with Gianni bouncing me like a rag doll across his shoulders. Gianni strolled in a slow circle around the room, showing off for an appreciative Bull.
Still holding me across those broad shoulders, Mr. 'Buff-and-Struttin’ turns his formidable back to Bull and individually flexes the dimpled steel cannonballs that comprise his erotic ass, first one glute, and then the other. Bull had hearts circling around his head. Meanwhile, I was seeing circling stars from the agony. Suddenly Gianni released his hold and shrugged his wide shoulders, and I rolled off the shoulders of the 6’2” Youtube fitness sensation, and crashed to the floor in a naked heap. I didn’t try to move for a while. my body throbbed, and pain washed into my abdomen from my swollen testicles, pulsing in waves into my torso. I was waiting for the room to stop spinning. When my eyes focused, I saw Gianni leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his broad chest, one foot propped against the wall. He was talking with a gushing Bull, and seemed to be waiting for me so he could continue.
Suddenly, I heard him tell Bull with a wink, "Break's over, it's back to work..back to work on THE MULE that is...." .
Simultaneously, he pushed himself off the wall and sprung at me, and he was on top of me before I could move or take any defensive action. The hunk dragged me to my hands and knees by my blond hair. While one hand stayed clamped to a handful of my hair, he dropped to one knee directly behind me. He slid his huge iron hard cock, liberally lubricated with sweat and precum, between my smooth-shaven upper thighs. I gasped, feeling the massive meat sliding between my legs.
Gianni slid his right arm out from underneath my underarm and hooked it between my legs. He lifted me off my feet and then quickly dropped me gut first across his outstretched right thigh as he knelt on his left knee. It was a perfectly executed gut buster. The air rushed out of my lungs all at once, followed quickly by choking and coughing as I struggled to inhale again. Gianni held me in place, hanging across his leg.
Gianni's right hand swung wide and landed a cracking slap across my ass. “You’ve been a bad boy,” Gianni muttered. “And bad boys need to be punished, Mule .” SWAT! Another slap cracking down made my whole body flinch. SWAT! SWAT! One after another, Gianni methodically pounded the my bubble butt raw with a relentless barrage of three mighty slaps. My all-over tan turned an angry shade of scarlet in the shape of Gianni’s palm print on my melon shaped glutes. I knew Bull was watching me getting spanked like a child and suddenly I felt totally humiliated like I had never been before in my life. My desire for Gianni waned as my desire for revenge waxed into a potent fury.
Gianni rested his thick forearms across my back and paused his spanking, breathing deeply. “That’ll do, Mule,” he muttered, rolling me off his knee. I landed on my shoulder and quickly scrambled backward until I sat, leaning against the wall with my left hand protectively covering my brutalized testicles. In my mind, I felt like I had been shamed and humiliated by a more virile, more manly man. Gianni stood up, his hands on his hips as his massive chiseled chest heaved. "My Gawd," I thought, "Gianni is so fucking hot! And the more he hurts and humiliates me, the hornier I get for him!"
"I win..." Gianni proclaims, loudly but calmly and matter-of-factly. "Not so fast", I am thinking. This was a submission match and I never submitted. Granted I am down and I've had my ass handed to me so far, but the rules say it ain't over till someone says they give.....
"So, Bull, are you impressed?" Gianni asked, ignoring my hesitation.
"Fuck, Gianni, I kept waiting for Mule to pull a win out. He is a tough muther-fucker, and seldomly loses, but you were simply amazing. He was no match for you! I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter!” --Bull answered, practically drooling over Gianni, his pants unmistakably tenting. My heart continued to pound in my chest but I remained silent, concentrating on getting my breathing under control. "“But rules are rules, Mule,” Bull continued. “And you lost bigly, so it’s your ass that’s getting plowed tonight. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. Wow! I actually am gonna see big Mule over powered and raped by a manlier man. And, by the way, I totally agree with you, Gianni. Mule's got an award winning ass. I can't wait to watch you bottom out your long dick in Mule's amazing ass...” I decided to add Bullworth to my ever growing 'beatdown list' for this treachery!
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| Gianni grabbed me and seemingly effortlessly lifted my solid 260 lbs. body up, and onto his broad shoulders |
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| This is real strength--Gianni announced... Let this be a lesson to you: Don’t ever FUCK with muscles like mine... but although he was talking to me he was showing off for Bull |
He was so incredibly strong, that I was absolutely helpless! I could hear him laughing as he sadistically relished my plight. "This is real strength, you over-sized meat head! I told you that I have muscle power in my arms equal to yours. Feel my power, you Big Bouldermuscled Baboon...!"
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| Gianni held me by my head and upper leg and pulled down viciously, bending me like a bow. The effects of his back breaker made Your Mule cry out in excruciating spine-snapping pain |
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| Gianni paraded Your Mule's naked, battered and helpless body around the room, showing off his dominance of your humiliated Mule |
Gianni continued the punishment as he kept up a nonstop torrent of verbal abuse. Only after my struggling had died down from sheer exhaustion, did the muscle-stud huckster relent and drop me to the floor. I lay on my back unmoving. Gianni stood above me, sweat glistening on his muscle-packed frame. He had held my 260 pounds aloft and had exerted unimaginable pressure on my back for at least five minutes (although it had felt like an hour) and he was not even winded! The blond stud flexed his titanic arms an said: "Don't go away sweetie! I still want to play with you some more!"
I lay on the floor unable to move because the pain in my back was numbing my arms and legs. He placed one large, perfectly shaped, pedicured foot on top of my massive and heaving chest and launched into a big cock-stiffening most-muscular pose. “Let this be a lesson to you: Don’t ever FUCK with muscles like these..." but although he was talking to me he was directing his remarks (with a wink) at Bull, who was blushing and cooing like a fan-girl.
Gianni loomed above me. He kicked my legs apart and stood between them, hands on hips. He put his bare foot in my crotch and pressed. I groaned weakly from the new pain.
"Man, You have a nice big cock and a prize winning muscled ass! You're sure hung like a Mule, that's for sure. Aw,what's the matter, limpdick. Didn't you like your little piggyback ride? Didn't it last long enough?" I hurt so much that I could only stare at the chiseled musculature of his stomach and groan. He pressed his foot harder on my cock and balls and spat down on my own chiseled abs. Then he removed his foot and moved out of my sight. The next thing I felt was Gianni lifting me to a sitting position. He placed his knee against my back, grabbed my chin with both of his hands, and viciously pulled my head back.
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| Your Mule and Gianni locked up again... |
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| Bull looked concerned as I snagged the big blond cover hunk's right elbow and pried the arm backward behind his back. Gianni gasped in pain as I shoved Gianni’s wrist high between his shoulder blades, threatening to pop his shoulder out of joint |
New, excruciating pain, erupted in my neck. His arms bulged with power. I could only make gurgling sounds of protest as his astoundingly strong hands pulled my head back. I could see a smile on his beautiful face while he threatened to snap my neck with his powerful muscles. I pawed at his hands with my own in a futile effort to ease my plight. Gianni responded by pulling back even harder. My hands dropped to my sides. The massive muscles of my arms and chest had been rendered useless. He bent over and hissed in my ear: "You're mine, Mule! I built this body so I could get rich off of Fat Ass losers and suckers pushing that exercise machine junk and those phony supplements. But now I am using it to kick your ass. You can feel the results of my work. Can't you? You know I can snap your big neck like a match stick, you macho prick! One kick floored you. Then I lifted your big bloated body with ease and almost broke your back. I totally dominated you. And now I'm going to use my strength to make you give me that hot ass of yours....Come on Mule….submit….give up your ass to me before I snap your thick football player neck...!"
Sliding his knees up to the widest part of my upper back, Gianni pried my right shoulder off the mat and hooked my huge arm over his thick right thigh. Pulling his left knee of the mat, he did the same with my left arm. Lacing his fingers around my chin and leaning backward, he pried my neck back in a camel clutch.
“So, Mule…you still think you can tussle with this kind of muscle?” Gianni snarled furiously. “ Ready to feel your bones scrape together? To feel your muscles and tendons ripping as I fuck you up?” He lifted himself upward a few inches and then dropped his ass hard into the middle of my wide as a barn door back, making me groan. “How about now, Mule? Are you ready to give me that sweet ass of yours yet?”
“Fuck you!” I snarled, my voice muffled by the hands clamped tightly around my chin.
Gianni dumped my upper body to the floor and climbed to his feet. Waves of sweat rolling off his body. “Trust me,” he panted heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he sucked in air, his hands on his hips. “You’re the one getting fucked tonight, Mule.” As he says it, he raises his tremendous cannon ball of a right bicep and gives it a sensuous kiss and an erotic lick while making eye contact and winking at Bull.
Dropping to one knee next to me, Gianni jammed his right hand between my sweat-soaked thighs from behind, squeezing it between my legs until his fingers latched onto my over-sized testicles. I gasped, my hips levitating off the floor. Gianni pried me up to my knees with a handful of hair, his other hand still locked onto my egg sized balls. Dipping to his side, one knee on the floor, Gianni captured my neck in his left hand, bending me backward across his shoulders. With a grunt, Gianni rose off his knee and slowly pressed himself upward until he stood in the middle of the room with my naked body stretched helplessly across his wide shoulders. His fingers continued to squeeze my ample balls mercilessly. He pulled hard on my neck, rocking up to the balls of his feet and bouncing.
“Uh… Uh… Uh…” I grunted in time with Gianni bouncing me like a rag doll across his shoulders. Gianni strolled in a slow circle around the room, showing off for an appreciative Bull.
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| I was just not liking the effect Gianni was having on my friend Bullworth! |
Still holding me across those broad shoulders, Mr. 'Buff-and-Struttin’ turns his formidable back to Bull and individually flexes the dimpled steel cannonballs that comprise his erotic ass, first one glute, and then the other. Bull had hearts circling around his head. Meanwhile, I was seeing circling stars from the agony. Suddenly Gianni released his hold and shrugged his wide shoulders, and I rolled off the shoulders of the 6’2” Youtube fitness sensation, and crashed to the floor in a naked heap. I didn’t try to move for a while. my body throbbed, and pain washed into my abdomen from my swollen testicles, pulsing in waves into my torso. I was waiting for the room to stop spinning. When my eyes focused, I saw Gianni leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his broad chest, one foot propped against the wall. He was talking with a gushing Bull, and seemed to be waiting for me so he could continue.
Suddenly, I heard him tell Bull with a wink, "Break's over, it's back to work..back to work on THE MULE that is...." .
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| Back to our feet, we two titans began to circle one another once again, our cocks saluting ... |
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| I am going to put some permanent folds and creases into you Pin-up Man! |
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| I'm going to fuck you... Gianni said in a voice oozing confidence. That’s right, Mule.! I'm gonna fuck you in your magnificent ass... |
Simultaneously, he pushed himself off the wall and sprung at me, and he was on top of me before I could move or take any defensive action. The hunk dragged me to my hands and knees by my blond hair. While one hand stayed clamped to a handful of my hair, he dropped to one knee directly behind me. He slid his huge iron hard cock, liberally lubricated with sweat and precum, between my smooth-shaven upper thighs. I gasped, feeling the massive meat sliding between my legs.
“I'm going to fuck you..,” Gianni groaned. “Remember? That’s what I said I was going to do tonight, Mule.! Gonna fuck you in your magnificent ass... ” He slid his cock away and climbed to his feet, dragging me up with him. He locked on a standing full nelson, lifting me to the balls of my feet. Gianni’s cock slid up and down between the sculpted muscles of my glutes, not penetrating me, but clearly working Gianni into a lather. I smelled his precum and his potent masculine musk infused with dizzyingly enticing aromas of testosterone and pheromones. I felt his hot sweet breath as he huskily and seductively whispered: "I bet you want me to penetrate you now, desiring this dick more than you wanted anything in your life, your mind is feverish, burning hot with the yearning for my big cock deep in your ass. Imagine it, penetrating deep, thrusting in and out, deep and hard, faster and faster until you reach an ecstasy you never imagined possible.." I have to admit I was turned on, I am not proud of it, but it is true. "I don't know who is going to enjoy your 'rape' more, me or you!" Gianni whispered loudly into my ear.
Gianni slid his right arm out from underneath my underarm and hooked it between my legs. He lifted me off my feet and then quickly dropped me gut first across his outstretched right thigh as he knelt on his left knee. It was a perfectly executed gut buster. The air rushed out of my lungs all at once, followed quickly by choking and coughing as I struggled to inhale again. Gianni held me in place, hanging across his leg.
Gianni's right hand swung wide and landed a cracking slap across my ass. “You’ve been a bad boy,” Gianni muttered. “And bad boys need to be punished, Mule .” SWAT! Another slap cracking down made my whole body flinch. SWAT! SWAT! One after another, Gianni methodically pounded the my bubble butt raw with a relentless barrage of three mighty slaps. My all-over tan turned an angry shade of scarlet in the shape of Gianni’s palm print on my melon shaped glutes. I knew Bull was watching me getting spanked like a child and suddenly I felt totally humiliated like I had never been before in my life. My desire for Gianni waned as my desire for revenge waxed into a potent fury.
Gianni rested his thick forearms across my back and paused his spanking, breathing deeply. “That’ll do, Mule,” he muttered, rolling me off his knee. I landed on my shoulder and quickly scrambled backward until I sat, leaning against the wall with my left hand protectively covering my brutalized testicles. In my mind, I felt like I had been shamed and humiliated by a more virile, more manly man. Gianni stood up, his hands on his hips as his massive chiseled chest heaved. "My Gawd," I thought, "Gianni is so fucking hot! And the more he hurts and humiliates me, the hornier I get for him!"
"I win..." Gianni proclaims, loudly but calmly and matter-of-factly. "Not so fast", I am thinking. This was a submission match and I never submitted. Granted I am down and I've had my ass handed to me so far, but the rules say it ain't over till someone says they give.....
"So, Bull, are you impressed?" Gianni asked, ignoring my hesitation.
"Fuck, Gianni, I kept waiting for Mule to pull a win out. He is a tough muther-fucker, and seldomly loses, but you were simply amazing. He was no match for you! I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter!” --Bull answered, practically drooling over Gianni, his pants unmistakably tenting. My heart continued to pound in my chest but I remained silent, concentrating on getting my breathing under control. "“But rules are rules, Mule,” Bull continued. “And you lost bigly, so it’s your ass that’s getting plowed tonight. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. Wow! I actually am gonna see big Mule over powered and raped by a manlier man. And, by the way, I totally agree with you, Gianni. Mule's got an award winning ass. I can't wait to watch you bottom out your long dick in Mule's amazing ass...” I decided to add Bullworth to my ever growing 'beatdown list' for this treachery!
"Fat lady hasn't belted out any notes yet, mutha-fuckers!"-- I muttered rather unconvincingly.
"Yeah, well, Bull, no point in making you wait any longer to see that...." Gianni responds to Bull, ignoring me."Like you said, Bull, there is nothing Mule can do to stop me!"
Gianni suddenly shoved me in the shoulder, sending me sprawling on my side. Gianni straddled my waist and muscled me onto my stomach.
“Rules are rules, Mule,” Bull yelled out gleefully. . Gianni firmly grabbed hold of my wrists and pried them behind the my back. I struggled to pull my arms away from Gianni's vice like grip. I realized that sometime during the fight Bull had taken his shirt off, and taken his cock out. Bull's thick long cock was fully erect and he had been stroking it as he watched my impending rape.
Gianni took another swat at my meaty right glute. It made me flinch in shock, but it wasn’t a hard slap. “Fuck him!” I heard Bull ignominiously shout to Gianni, but Gianni didn’t need any encouragement. Gianni pried my wrists even higher, until they were up between my shoulder blades, making me groan in pain. Gianni's steel-hard, pre-cum-drenched dick began to part my glutes. I felt the big cock slowly slide in deep between my ample, muscled ass cheeks.
Gianni leaned forward, pressing my wrists hard against my back as Gianni pressed his huge cock head against my asshole. As his helmet met my sphincter, Gianni powerful buttocks pushed his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock inside me. It was one of the biggest cocks I had ever come across, at least 11 thick inches. Certainly one of the top three cocks... "You know you want it Mule, you can admit it, you are among friends here...C'mon Mule, beg for dick, submit to your ultimate desires..." Gianni whispered in my ear, and then licked and kissed it seductively, for good measure, as he pushed his cock farther up my ass. Bull began a slow clap.
I had about three out of the 11" inches of killer cock up my asshole when I slammed my head backwards into Gianni's face in an effort to dislodge him from my ass. Gianni yelled and staggered backwards holding his handsome face. His nose was bleeding from the head butt.
Out of the blue my gigantic fist—fully powered by my Mt. Fuji of a bicep—slams the shameless showoff with the force of a mule-kick right in the mouth. Then I nailed him but good with a devastating uppercut with my equally empowered left that almost sent his immense body to the moon.. Mr Instagram Superbod was sent flying upward like a missile, and came crashing back down like a ton of bricks. Gianni’s beckoning bedroom eyes were now vacant with both his nose and his mouth bleeding as the now not so handsome Supermodel was hearing a cacophony of bells and seeing stars. Then I march toward the reeling punch-drunk Gianni in preparation for the coup-de-grace that will send a loud and clear message that it takes a lot more than taking some power-enhancing artificial substance to challenge ME! Maybe he should have spent more time on the Igallop ("as seen on TV") before he challenged me.
Gianni's eyes are swollen almost shut. His face looks like raw hamburger meat and black and blue welts disfigure most of his face from the relentless pounding I had administered. Frankly, I didn't look a whole lot better, but unlike Gianni I wasn't going to have to cancel a bunch of photoshoots for the few weeks while I hid my shiners behind some big sunglasses.
But as I got closer, Bull moved in closer to Gianni,. It was clear that this was NOT going to be a mano-a-mano endeavor any longer. Bull, now thoroughly under the spell of his bromantic crush,was jumping in on Gianni's side of the fight. Not even Tag Team, it was 2 on 1 double teaming action. I started to take stock of the situation. By then I had one fighter on each side of me.The only course of action that made sense was to launch a major attack on Bull, the smaller man and take him out of commission, before turning to tackle Gianni once again. Gianni was still clearing butterflies from his head and sluggish, giving me an opportunity to take out Bull before Gianni could fully join the alliance. As my big body loomed before him, Bull looked scared and temporarily dropped his defenses. I nailed the little Benedict Arnold with a powerful right fist into his gut and as his body doubled over my big left did its job on the point of his jaw. Bull was lifted off his feet by the punch and smashed to the floor on is back. He was out cold, for at least a 10 count.
But as I took care of Bull, Gianni recovered enough to open up on me from behind.The bigger of my two adversaries ripped into me like a freaking one man gang. Fists were flying in a blur. He attacked my lats and traps, then rammed his enraged fist into the Christmas tree of my lower back. While my brain was short-circuited by the pain overload, Gianni did a Quick double-bi pose while looking to Bull, as if saying to his still bleary-eyed little buddy, "Don't worry. I got this..." just before he opened up on my kidneys. My legs gave out and I begin to drop, but Gianni pulled my big arms behind my back and yanked me to my feet, inviting the battered Bull to stand up and get some revenge.
Bull slowly began to smile and as I struggled against the man holding me, Bull opened up on my torso and stomach with a barrage of body shot. Fists, elbows, knees and feet smashed into my body, already softened up by Gianni. I tried to escape my captor, but Gianni was too strong. . My body began to ache from the ferocious attack. Bull was deceptively strong. He was also very proficient at martial arts. My pecs were quivering from the beating. I twisted my muscular body, but was unable to break free. The big man was holding me up as a helpless target for the smaller man to have his day. Bull was concentrating his attack on my body and torso, leaving my head alone, at least for the time. "Big mistake, little man! I could take body shots like his all day long!" --I thought.
After he had his turn at retribution for my attack on him Bull stepped back as Gianni released my arms and shoved me between them. The big man landed a couple of easy shots to my upper arm while my smaller foe nailed my shoulders from the other side. Both men circled their prey picking and choosing their punches and kicks. I was literally being bounced back and forth between them.
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Even with my muscle power and pugilistic abilities I wasn't able to block every one of their mighty strikes. A vicious side kick scored to my abs just a heartbeat before a sharp knee crashed into my low back. These double teaming dudes were gonna pound me into pulp!
In frustration I lunged toward the bigger of the two fighters but Gianni held his ground and used my own momentum to throw me to the floor. Apparently thinking Gianni had things under control again, Bull stayed out of it while I turned my attention to the larger man.
When I turned, Gianni had both hands on his face, looking in the mirror feeling his flattened nose to make sure it wasn't broken. As a fitness model, his face is almost as important money-maker as his physique.
Since he was distracted, I kicked him in the balls to get his attention. He let out a shriek as my size 14 foot rammed deep into his groin and his nuts exploded. Gianni was now rolling around on the floor moaning and holding his crotch. I guess he doesn't like getting kicked in the dick.
Before I can take advantage the situation, I feel someone on my back. Oh, yeah, Bull... I had forgotten about him. I felt Bull's arms sliding under my armpits as he maneuvered his arms to get into position…Bull slid his arms around until he was able to lock his fingers together, locking me in a full nelson. Tightening his fingers together he pressed down on my thick tree trunk sized neck, pushing my chin into the deep pec valley of my massive chest.
“You’re trying your hardest right, Bull?” I asked calmly.
“Yea….I think I got you good Mule.” Bull was actually proud of himself. He knew that his fingers were locked in tight. He was waiting for me to struggle to try to escape his full nelson.
“OK…if you say so…..” and with that I stood up, with Bull still behind me holding on tight, pressing down. I leaned forward, bending at the waist causing Bull to rise up off the floor. Bull's body was slammed against my powerful naked buttocks. I didn’t struggle to escape but rather stood upright, I flexed my right bicep. Just the motion of the flex started to loosen the hold that Bull had on me. Then I flexed my left bicep which caused Bull’s fingers to separate. Then I flexed both of my huge biceps and slowly brought them down, easily breaking Bull’s full nelson hold.
Bull stood there behind me in near disbelief as he shook out his arms “Damn, you broke out of that so easy Mule.”
“Yeah, I did. Didn’t I?” I answered with a cocky smirk.
Then I quickly reached back, grabbing onto to Bull’s head with my hands and flipped him forward, over my head and causing him to land on his back on the floor. Bull grabbed the back of his head and neck, rubbing away the pain. Bull had no clue how I could break his hold so easy or flip him over his head like that.
I crouched down behind Bull, waiting.. Before Bull could realize what happened, he felt my huge protruding pecs press against his back as I pulled up on Bull’s arms. It was now my turn to put Bull in a full nelson.
Bull had no advance warning of this, and I quickly locked my fingers together. Bull felt the heavy muscles of my huge arms press against his body pushing his head down into his chest. Backing up, Bull felt his firm, ass brush up against my nude crotch. I pressed down with my enormous arms pressing Bull's chin into his sternum.
Bull’s arms flailed in the air as breathing was becoming harder and harder and his face turned red from the pressure being applied. Suddenly, I stood up and arched my back lifting Bull up in the air and off his feet. Spinning in circles I spun Bull around and around like he was a rag doll, until he start screaming his submission and begging me to stop, which I did immediately, dropping his dizzy ass to the floor where he desperately prayed for the room to stop spinning. I didn't need to be concerned about Bull anymore. Now, back to Gianni.
I stood over Gianni, who was still in a fetal position holding his family jewels. I kicked him in the ribs a few times until he flipped over on his stomach. Gianni began to squirm forward, but I snagged the big blond stud’s right elbow and pried the arm backward behind his back.
“Time for some payback, bitch!” I shoved Gianni’s wrist high between his shoulder blades, threatening to pop his shoulder out of joint. The blond coverhunk gasped in pain. Controlling the captured wrist with his right hand, I leaned forward and pounded my left elbow into the middle of his muscled back. “You said you were rough, right, pretty boy?” Two more elbow strikes into Gianni's spine made the big blond groan.
I quickly stepped over Gianni’s legs and hooked his ankles underneath my arms. Squatting low, I pried his knees off the mat and bent his legs backward, sitting low into a brutally harsh Boston Crab.
“What the fuck!?” Gianni shouted furiously, his voice strained. “You fucking cheated!” He gasped as I leaned backward, prying Gianni’s gorgeous body so it folded on top of itself. I grunted lightly as I flexed my legs, twisting Gianni’s back even farther backward until his feet were nearly touching the back of his head.
I held Gianni in place as he squirmed desperately. He tried to drag his upper body forward, but I was balanced perfectly on top of him, pinning him immobile to the floor. He tried to kick his legs free, but his efforts were completely unsuccessful. "Give it up, Gianni" I said, "or I will break you in half!" He roared in frustration, as he strained futilely for minutes. It was no use. I knew his pain was excruciating.. He finally conceded that his situation was untenable. His back was beginning to weaken, and there was only one possible outcome of his current state. “ Enough! I give up!!! I submit!! You win....” he snarled through gritted teeth furiously.
"FUCK YEAH, I win! Who's awesome now..!!!" I crow.
"Now it is time to claim my PRIZE."-- I snarled.
"Be gentle", Gianni pleaded, "I have always topped and never been bottomed before!" I was dumbfounded, how had someone as spectacularly pretty as Gianni not been bottomed before, with all the time he spent in the gym, one would think he was certain to have encountered a big bear of a powerlifter or testosterone driven bodybuilder who would have tapped that delicious ass. Perhaps Gianni was from money and only went to fern festooned "gyms" like Planet Fitness, but how did he get such marvelous muscles? Still the fruit of first cherry was to be MINE, and I salivated over the prospect of riding this contoured calendar cowboy roughshod. But I'm a fair man, I decided to give him and his virgin butt hole a chance. A slim chance, but still a chance to save his cherry.
" I tell you what, I'm a fair man" I announce. "Huh?" was Gianni's surprised response.
“As I see it,” I explained, pulling Gianni close in to me and leaning in to his face so that our noses practically touched and I whispered, “...you’ve got something I want...” I reached around Gianni's waist and slid my hands down and began kneading his muscled ass roughly. “...And I’ve got something you want...” Turning and pressing my naked bubble butt against Gianni's horse sized cock as I spoke. Over my shoulder, I continued in my conspiratorial whisper, “I say let’s wrestle to see who gets what they want. What do you say?"
"Fuck yeah...” Gianni quickly accepted, with a touch of gratitude and relief in his voice, glad to have a second chance at preventing his deflowering.
" OK, so it's Round 2, the fuck round" I announce. "We wrestle for top..."
We both knew that we both wanted to dominate each other, not only physically, but sexually. We circled slowly. At the same instant we lunged at each other and wrapped each other up in a mutual bear hug. Both struggling as our cocks battled smearing long strings of precum on our rippling rock hard abs. Our sweaty bodies were twisting and grinding as we struggled. At first Gianni put up a considerable fight, but he had not recovered from his beatdown, and I could sense his strength beginning to wane, and seize my opportunity.
Later back at Gianni's suite in the nearby Marriott we continued the sport that had followed our fight.
In the orgy that followed at least Bull and I did see some action with Amber and Gretchen as we had originally set out to accomplish, but Gianni was the star of the orgiastic show, and after the sloots left, we each had some one on one time with this fitness star. As I had been the victor of the match, I was able to claim first dibs. Still cocky from my victory, I felt I was going to use and abuse Gianni until I was exhausted, and then leave him wrapped up in the sheets for housekeeping. But you know what they say about the plans of Mice and Men, even ASTONISHING Men like your hero, the Mule...
I may have won the fight, but I reluctantly have to give victory to Gianni in the sack. FUCK, the dude was AMAZINGLY flexible and apparently had studied the Kama Sutra as well as all sorts of Tantric shit that I had no idea up to that point was EVEN REAL...
I had thought to repeat our "wrestling" from the convention center, but Gianni had other ideas. He engaged in a combat of seduction, rather than violence. His every touch of hands, lips, tongue, torso, and cock was masterful in a panoply of sensual delights. He may have never yielded his ass to another man, but he knew how to use his mouth to please a guy, and in no time before his sensual lip and tongue held total sway over my cock and had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He also knew how to use his hands and found erogenous zones around my body, I didn't even know I had. Still a part of me didn't want to go full Bullworth with respect to Gianni. When I moved to be aggressive, he yielded in some sort of sexual jiu jitsu, and seductively used my aggressive moves against me, enveloping me soft seduction, until I melted in his embrace and yielded to his seductive power and control.
"OK, Mule. You got to fuck me. You had your fun. My turn to top now. On your back Mule, and Bull, you take notes cause your going to learn somethings...." Gianni dared me. As Gianni mounted me, our mouths locked in lustful passion. We were each overcome by the other's powerful body.
He leaned forward. As his face met mine he began kissing me. His tongue penetrated my mouth and filled it with his. I nearly gagged from having his warm muscular tongue dominate my mouth. Say what you want about Gianni, the man knew how to kiss, he could even teach Jayson a thing or two!
His felt his succulent lips curl in a grin mid-kiss, as I felt his thick dick rub against my glutes, as it moved inside. It was so thick that I could feel it rub against my glutes as it moved inside. He forced it up farther. and His muscular cock was filling me. He opened his mouth with a groan, and then He dropped his head back in obvious pleasure. Then he opened his eyes again and locked his powerful stare on my eyes, as if to punctuate his dominance. I yielded to their power and was lost in the azure pools of his potent and beautiful eyes.
From underneath him on my back, I brought my hands up and placed them on his bulging triceps. He was totally supporting himself with his triceps (his hands on the floor on either side of me), so his tri's they were as hard as boulders. He held his cock tightly inside my ass.
His panting was uncontrolled. Gianni continued his fuck on top of me, panting, kissing, and thrusting. His muscles tightened and relaxed as he continued to pump his long dick inside my body. I placed my hands on his lats. They were huge, rock-hard slabs of muscle. They expanded and contracted with his movements. I squeezed them. My fingers locked onto the warm, hard muscles. This guy's body was beyond incredible!
But suddenly Gianni stopped. He smiled a devilish grin, then slowly bent his arms and pulled his long dick back out as his body lowered. My body shuddered. I felt totally empty.
"Mule," he said as he totally removed his cock from my ass. "Tell me. What do you want me to do?"
"I want..." In my febrile, ecstatic excitement, I was having trouble expressing my thoughts. " I want... I want you..."
"Yes," he interrupted. "What is it that you want? And say it loud enough for Bull to hear!" His cock rose in the air between my legs glistening with his precum.,.
I inhaled and said "I want you to put it back in, I want you to fuck me with your cock..."
"In a minute," Gianni smiled. Then he straightened his arms full, raising his body up so that his gargantuan meat hovered right in front of my face. "First, have a taste of my dick," he ordered with a quick side glace to check out Bull's reaction.
I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. Its tip landed on his piss slit. The golden juice was sweet. Gianni groaned as my mouth sucked his precum out of his piss hole. It flowed very fast. It was thick and gooey. I leaned farther and unlocked my jaw to accept the huge, over-sized cock head.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and gasped for air. I hadn't even realized that I wasn't breathing. I licked the pre-cum off his throbbing member, tasting its salty, brusque, tang with its testosterone infused flavor, plus also the added zest of his masculine flesh, I love the taste of pussy, but the taste of cock, the RIGHT cock, can also be a savory delight. My tongue explored his head and shaft, and we both tingled all over, at the tender flickering touch of my tongue on his flesh. I also hoovered him until his eyes rolled into the back of his head. When I was finished, and my eyes were hypnotic spirals as my mind receded into a lustful fog, Gianni laughed. "I told you that you wanted it, Mule. See Bull, Mule just sucked my cock. No doubt now who the manliest man is...". "So, Bull, are you impressed?" Gianni asked. Bull's response was in the way of a slow clap.
I bottomed, I topped, we 69'd, but for the rest of the evening it was Gianni's show and he was pulling my strings like a masterful puppeteer, and I was his horny, sex-crazed marionette. In our sexual gridiron, he was the quarter back and I was the wide receiver...well sometimes I played linesman and got some good tackles in, but it was ALL Gianni's playbook in the final sportscaster analysis. I am not proud of this, but at least I am being honest.
I have to confess, Gianni has phenomenal stamina, after he wore me down into a blissful coma, he and Bullworth fucked like rabbits for God only knows how long afterwards. When I woke up later to a take a wicked piss, they were still at it. Gianni had his cowboy hat and chaps on and was riding Bullworth like he was a Igallop, complete with YEEEHAWS. Now THAT would have been great visuals for a late night infomercial on that silly product. Still I had to admit that Gianni had great pelvic muscle control and power in his pelvic thrusting.
To make a long story short, that is how I came to know Gianni, not often is it that I get to hobnob with a celebrity OUTSIDE of the world of professional sports...and damn you have to admit he is STUNNING to behold.
There was a Health and Fitness Expo in Denver in October, and let's just say you could have spotted me sporting GianniWear™ over at the GianniWorld booth being all TEAM GIANNI if you went there. I am not proud of this, but at least I am being honest.
*for legal reasons, names have been changed to protect the guilty parties.
COMING SOON:
Vatican Cage Fight: A Gary and Friends Adventure
"Yeah, well, Bull, no point in making you wait any longer to see that...." Gianni responds to Bull, ignoring me."Like you said, Bull, there is nothing Mule can do to stop me!"
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| In my frustration, I punch a hole in the wall of the room |
Gianni suddenly shoved me in the shoulder, sending me sprawling on my side. Gianni straddled my waist and muscled me onto my stomach.
“Rules are rules, Mule,” Bull yelled out gleefully. . Gianni firmly grabbed hold of my wrists and pried them behind the my back. I struggled to pull my arms away from Gianni's vice like grip. I realized that sometime during the fight Bull had taken his shirt off, and taken his cock out. Bull's thick long cock was fully erect and he had been stroking it as he watched my impending rape.
Gianni took another swat at my meaty right glute. It made me flinch in shock, but it wasn’t a hard slap. “Fuck him!” I heard Bull ignominiously shout to Gianni, but Gianni didn’t need any encouragement. Gianni pried my wrists even higher, until they were up between my shoulder blades, making me groan in pain. Gianni's steel-hard, pre-cum-drenched dick began to part my glutes. I felt the big cock slowly slide in deep between my ample, muscled ass cheeks.
Gianni leaned forward, pressing my wrists hard against my back as Gianni pressed his huge cock head against my asshole. As his helmet met my sphincter, Gianni powerful buttocks pushed his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock inside me. It was one of the biggest cocks I had ever come across, at least 11 thick inches. Certainly one of the top three cocks... "You know you want it Mule, you can admit it, you are among friends here...C'mon Mule, beg for dick, submit to your ultimate desires..." Gianni whispered in my ear, and then licked and kissed it seductively, for good measure, as he pushed his cock farther up my ass. Bull began a slow clap.
I had about three out of the 11" inches of killer cock up my asshole when I slammed my head backwards into Gianni's face in an effort to dislodge him from my ass. Gianni yelled and staggered backwards holding his handsome face. His nose was bleeding from the head butt.
Out of the blue my gigantic fist—fully powered by my Mt. Fuji of a bicep—slams the shameless showoff with the force of a mule-kick right in the mouth. Then I nailed him but good with a devastating uppercut with my equally empowered left that almost sent his immense body to the moon.. Mr Instagram Superbod was sent flying upward like a missile, and came crashing back down like a ton of bricks. Gianni’s beckoning bedroom eyes were now vacant with both his nose and his mouth bleeding as the now not so handsome Supermodel was hearing a cacophony of bells and seeing stars. Then I march toward the reeling punch-drunk Gianni in preparation for the coup-de-grace that will send a loud and clear message that it takes a lot more than taking some power-enhancing artificial substance to challenge ME! Maybe he should have spent more time on the Igallop ("as seen on TV") before he challenged me.
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| I take charge with a Mule Kick to the side of Gianni's head |
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| GET HIM GIANNI! --Yelled the treacherous Bullworth |
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| You said you liked it rough, right pretty boy?-- I say with a cruel laugh |
Gianni's eyes are swollen almost shut. His face looks like raw hamburger meat and black and blue welts disfigure most of his face from the relentless pounding I had administered. Frankly, I didn't look a whole lot better, but unlike Gianni I wasn't going to have to cancel a bunch of photoshoots for the few weeks while I hid my shiners behind some big sunglasses.
But as I got closer, Bull moved in closer to Gianni,. It was clear that this was NOT going to be a mano-a-mano endeavor any longer. Bull, now thoroughly under the spell of his bromantic crush,was jumping in on Gianni's side of the fight. Not even Tag Team, it was 2 on 1 double teaming action. I started to take stock of the situation. By then I had one fighter on each side of me.The only course of action that made sense was to launch a major attack on Bull, the smaller man and take him out of commission, before turning to tackle Gianni once again. Gianni was still clearing butterflies from his head and sluggish, giving me an opportunity to take out Bull before Gianni could fully join the alliance. As my big body loomed before him, Bull looked scared and temporarily dropped his defenses. I nailed the little Benedict Arnold with a powerful right fist into his gut and as his body doubled over my big left did its job on the point of his jaw. Bull was lifted off his feet by the punch and smashed to the floor on is back. He was out cold, for at least a 10 count.
But as I took care of Bull, Gianni recovered enough to open up on me from behind.The bigger of my two adversaries ripped into me like a freaking one man gang. Fists were flying in a blur. He attacked my lats and traps, then rammed his enraged fist into the Christmas tree of my lower back. While my brain was short-circuited by the pain overload, Gianni did a Quick double-bi pose while looking to Bull, as if saying to his still bleary-eyed little buddy, "Don't worry. I got this..." just before he opened up on my kidneys. My legs gave out and I begin to drop, but Gianni pulled my big arms behind my back and yanked me to my feet, inviting the battered Bull to stand up and get some revenge.
Bull slowly began to smile and as I struggled against the man holding me, Bull opened up on my torso and stomach with a barrage of body shot. Fists, elbows, knees and feet smashed into my body, already softened up by Gianni. I tried to escape my captor, but Gianni was too strong. . My body began to ache from the ferocious attack. Bull was deceptively strong. He was also very proficient at martial arts. My pecs were quivering from the beating. I twisted my muscular body, but was unable to break free. The big man was holding me up as a helpless target for the smaller man to have his day. Bull was concentrating his attack on my body and torso, leaving my head alone, at least for the time. "Big mistake, little man! I could take body shots like his all day long!" --I thought.
After he had his turn at retribution for my attack on him Bull stepped back as Gianni released my arms and shoved me between them. The big man landed a couple of easy shots to my upper arm while my smaller foe nailed my shoulders from the other side. Both men circled their prey picking and choosing their punches and kicks. I was literally being bounced back and forth between them.
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| I AM DOUBLE-TEAMED BY THE TWO HEELS! |
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| Things are looking grim for your hero! |
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| Your Mule was bound by Bull's muscular arm and bludgeoned by Gianni's kung-fu kicks! |
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| As things are getting ugly, my more sensitive readers might want to skip ahead! |
Even with my muscle power and pugilistic abilities I wasn't able to block every one of their mighty strikes. A vicious side kick scored to my abs just a heartbeat before a sharp knee crashed into my low back. These double teaming dudes were gonna pound me into pulp!
In frustration I lunged toward the bigger of the two fighters but Gianni held his ground and used my own momentum to throw me to the floor. Apparently thinking Gianni had things under control again, Bull stayed out of it while I turned my attention to the larger man.
When I turned, Gianni had both hands on his face, looking in the mirror feeling his flattened nose to make sure it wasn't broken. As a fitness model, his face is almost as important money-maker as his physique.
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| MY FACE, MY FACE, MY BEAUTIFUL CASH GENERATING FACE! |
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| Don't cry Gianni, there are jobs for muscular ugly people, you could work for a Loan Shark! |
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| I am not like you, Mule, I can't go around being homely and ordinary! |
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| Fuck you, Gianni, and here I was trying, against my nature, to be supportive and empathetic! |
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| You just don't understand what it is like to be as extraordinarily beautiful as I am! It is a GREAT responsibility! |
Since he was distracted, I kicked him in the balls to get his attention. He let out a shriek as my size 14 foot rammed deep into his groin and his nuts exploded. Gianni was now rolling around on the floor moaning and holding his crotch. I guess he doesn't like getting kicked in the dick.
Before I can take advantage the situation, I feel someone on my back. Oh, yeah, Bull... I had forgotten about him. I felt Bull's arms sliding under my armpits as he maneuvered his arms to get into position…Bull slid his arms around until he was able to lock his fingers together, locking me in a full nelson. Tightening his fingers together he pressed down on my thick tree trunk sized neck, pushing my chin into the deep pec valley of my massive chest.
“You’re trying your hardest right, Bull?” I asked calmly.
“Yea….I think I got you good Mule.” Bull was actually proud of himself. He knew that his fingers were locked in tight. He was waiting for me to struggle to try to escape his full nelson.
“OK…if you say so…..” and with that I stood up, with Bull still behind me holding on tight, pressing down. I leaned forward, bending at the waist causing Bull to rise up off the floor. Bull's body was slammed against my powerful naked buttocks. I didn’t struggle to escape but rather stood upright, I flexed my right bicep. Just the motion of the flex started to loosen the hold that Bull had on me. Then I flexed my left bicep which caused Bull’s fingers to separate. Then I flexed both of my huge biceps and slowly brought them down, easily breaking Bull’s full nelson hold.
Bull stood there behind me in near disbelief as he shook out his arms “Damn, you broke out of that so easy Mule.”
“Yeah, I did. Didn’t I?” I answered with a cocky smirk.
Then I quickly reached back, grabbing onto to Bull’s head with my hands and flipped him forward, over my head and causing him to land on his back on the floor. Bull grabbed the back of his head and neck, rubbing away the pain. Bull had no clue how I could break his hold so easy or flip him over his head like that.
I crouched down behind Bull, waiting.. Before Bull could realize what happened, he felt my huge protruding pecs press against his back as I pulled up on Bull’s arms. It was now my turn to put Bull in a full nelson.
Bull had no advance warning of this, and I quickly locked my fingers together. Bull felt the heavy muscles of my huge arms press against his body pushing his head down into his chest. Backing up, Bull felt his firm, ass brush up against my nude crotch. I pressed down with my enormous arms pressing Bull's chin into his sternum.
Bull’s arms flailed in the air as breathing was becoming harder and harder and his face turned red from the pressure being applied. Suddenly, I stood up and arched my back lifting Bull up in the air and off his feet. Spinning in circles I spun Bull around and around like he was a rag doll, until he start screaming his submission and begging me to stop, which I did immediately, dropping his dizzy ass to the floor where he desperately prayed for the room to stop spinning. I didn't need to be concerned about Bull anymore. Now, back to Gianni.
I stood over Gianni, who was still in a fetal position holding his family jewels. I kicked him in the ribs a few times until he flipped over on his stomach. Gianni began to squirm forward, but I snagged the big blond stud’s right elbow and pried the arm backward behind his back.
I quickly stepped over Gianni’s legs and hooked his ankles underneath my arms. Squatting low, I pried his knees off the mat and bent his legs backward, sitting low into a brutally harsh Boston Crab.
“What the fuck!?” Gianni shouted furiously, his voice strained. “You fucking cheated!” He gasped as I leaned backward, prying Gianni’s gorgeous body so it folded on top of itself. I grunted lightly as I flexed my legs, twisting Gianni’s back even farther backward until his feet were nearly touching the back of his head.
I held Gianni in place as he squirmed desperately. He tried to drag his upper body forward, but I was balanced perfectly on top of him, pinning him immobile to the floor. He tried to kick his legs free, but his efforts were completely unsuccessful. "Give it up, Gianni" I said, "or I will break you in half!" He roared in frustration, as he strained futilely for minutes. It was no use. I knew his pain was excruciating.. He finally conceded that his situation was untenable. His back was beginning to weaken, and there was only one possible outcome of his current state. “ Enough! I give up!!! I submit!! You win....” he snarled through gritted teeth furiously.
"FUCK YEAH, I win! Who's awesome now..!!!" I crow.
"Now it is time to claim my PRIZE."-- I snarled.
"Be gentle", Gianni pleaded, "I have always topped and never been bottomed before!" I was dumbfounded, how had someone as spectacularly pretty as Gianni not been bottomed before, with all the time he spent in the gym, one would think he was certain to have encountered a big bear of a powerlifter or testosterone driven bodybuilder who would have tapped that delicious ass. Perhaps Gianni was from money and only went to fern festooned "gyms" like Planet Fitness, but how did he get such marvelous muscles? Still the fruit of first cherry was to be MINE, and I salivated over the prospect of riding this contoured calendar cowboy roughshod. But I'm a fair man, I decided to give him and his virgin butt hole a chance. A slim chance, but still a chance to save his cherry.
" I tell you what, I'm a fair man" I announce. "Huh?" was Gianni's surprised response.
“As I see it,” I explained, pulling Gianni close in to me and leaning in to his face so that our noses practically touched and I whispered, “...you’ve got something I want...” I reached around Gianni's waist and slid my hands down and began kneading his muscled ass roughly. “...And I’ve got something you want...” Turning and pressing my naked bubble butt against Gianni's horse sized cock as I spoke. Over my shoulder, I continued in my conspiratorial whisper, “I say let’s wrestle to see who gets what they want. What do you say?"
"Fuck yeah...” Gianni quickly accepted, with a touch of gratitude and relief in his voice, glad to have a second chance at preventing his deflowering.
" OK, so it's Round 2, the fuck round" I announce. "We wrestle for top..."
We both knew that we both wanted to dominate each other, not only physically, but sexually. We circled slowly. At the same instant we lunged at each other and wrapped each other up in a mutual bear hug. Both struggling as our cocks battled smearing long strings of precum on our rippling rock hard abs. Our sweaty bodies were twisting and grinding as we struggled. At first Gianni put up a considerable fight, but he had not recovered from his beatdown, and I could sense his strength beginning to wane, and seize my opportunity.
In a quick move I slipped my leg between his and drove my 29" thigh hard up between his legs crushing his large, unprotected low hanging gonads before he could react. He doubled over in pain as his huge balls exploded in pain from the blow. I knew that I had to move quick and I turned Gianni around as his body was bent over in pain. My hands grabbed his hips from behind and I placed the head of my cock at entrance of his manhole. I was filled with unspeakable carnal desires as I closed in. With a hard thrust of my hips, powered by my huge muscled glutes, I forced my 9" man shaft deep into him. His body instantly arched forward from the pain of his hole being violated. A combination growl / scream erupted from his mouth as he struggled to get free. My arms were wrapped tight around his hips and I was lost body, mind and soul in lust as I pounded my cock harder and harder into his ass. His tight hole felt good . As my pounding quickened the sound of my hips slapping against Gianni’s ample, muscled ass cheeks sounded hollowly off the bare walls. Despite himself, Gianni was approaching climax.
My huge meat was buried deep inside him. I could feel my already huge shaft growing even bigger as my thrusting grew faster and faster. As I fucked him long-dick style, my hands moved up over his chest playing with his nipples as I moved my shaft in and out of him. Both moving in unison. Our bodies becoming one with the movements. Moans of pleasure filled the hot air of the room. I could feel the pressure building in both of us as our bodies worked together. In one explosive moment our bodies convulsed and my man juice flooded into his body, Spurt after spurt erupting from our cocks.
That my friends, is how I claimed the anal cherry of America's PREMIERE Male fitness model. Before I take a well-deserved bow, and accept your effusive accolades...in the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that there is a tad more to this story...
My huge meat was buried deep inside him. I could feel my already huge shaft growing even bigger as my thrusting grew faster and faster. As I fucked him long-dick style, my hands moved up over his chest playing with his nipples as I moved my shaft in and out of him. Both moving in unison. Our bodies becoming one with the movements. Moans of pleasure filled the hot air of the room. I could feel the pressure building in both of us as our bodies worked together. In one explosive moment our bodies convulsed and my man juice flooded into his body, Spurt after spurt erupting from our cocks.
That my friends, is how I claimed the anal cherry of America's PREMIERE Male fitness model. Before I take a well-deserved bow, and accept your effusive accolades...in the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that there is a tad more to this story...
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| Downtown Marriott Hotel near the Convention Center |
Later back at Gianni's suite in the nearby Marriott we continued the sport that had followed our fight.
In the orgy that followed at least Bull and I did see some action with Amber and Gretchen as we had originally set out to accomplish, but Gianni was the star of the orgiastic show, and after the sloots left, we each had some one on one time with this fitness star. As I had been the victor of the match, I was able to claim first dibs. Still cocky from my victory, I felt I was going to use and abuse Gianni until I was exhausted, and then leave him wrapped up in the sheets for housekeeping. But you know what they say about the plans of Mice and Men, even ASTONISHING Men like your hero, the Mule...
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| Who wants to be ridden by this here cowboy? |
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| Saddle me up, I am a Mule after all! |
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| I will have you braying like a Mule before this ride is through! |
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| Looks like Bullworth is eager to be ridden first, you will just have to wait! |
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| Damn Bullworth, you have such a sweet ass, I am surprised Mule hasn't tapped it already! |
I may have won the fight, but I reluctantly have to give victory to Gianni in the sack. FUCK, the dude was AMAZINGLY flexible and apparently had studied the Kama Sutra as well as all sorts of Tantric shit that I had no idea up to that point was EVEN REAL...
I had thought to repeat our "wrestling" from the convention center, but Gianni had other ideas. He engaged in a combat of seduction, rather than violence. His every touch of hands, lips, tongue, torso, and cock was masterful in a panoply of sensual delights. He may have never yielded his ass to another man, but he knew how to use his mouth to please a guy, and in no time before his sensual lip and tongue held total sway over my cock and had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He also knew how to use his hands and found erogenous zones around my body, I didn't even know I had. Still a part of me didn't want to go full Bullworth with respect to Gianni. When I moved to be aggressive, he yielded in some sort of sexual jiu jitsu, and seductively used my aggressive moves against me, enveloping me soft seduction, until I melted in his embrace and yielded to his seductive power and control.
"OK, Mule. You got to fuck me. You had your fun. My turn to top now. On your back Mule, and Bull, you take notes cause your going to learn somethings...." Gianni dared me. As Gianni mounted me, our mouths locked in lustful passion. We were each overcome by the other's powerful body.
He leaned forward. As his face met mine he began kissing me. His tongue penetrated my mouth and filled it with his. I nearly gagged from having his warm muscular tongue dominate my mouth. Say what you want about Gianni, the man knew how to kiss, he could even teach Jayson a thing or two!
His felt his succulent lips curl in a grin mid-kiss, as I felt his thick dick rub against my glutes, as it moved inside. It was so thick that I could feel it rub against my glutes as it moved inside. He forced it up farther. and His muscular cock was filling me. He opened his mouth with a groan, and then He dropped his head back in obvious pleasure. Then he opened his eyes again and locked his powerful stare on my eyes, as if to punctuate his dominance. I yielded to their power and was lost in the azure pools of his potent and beautiful eyes.
From underneath him on my back, I brought my hands up and placed them on his bulging triceps. He was totally supporting himself with his triceps (his hands on the floor on either side of me), so his tri's they were as hard as boulders. He held his cock tightly inside my ass.
His panting was uncontrolled. Gianni continued his fuck on top of me, panting, kissing, and thrusting. His muscles tightened and relaxed as he continued to pump his long dick inside my body. I placed my hands on his lats. They were huge, rock-hard slabs of muscle. They expanded and contracted with his movements. I squeezed them. My fingers locked onto the warm, hard muscles. This guy's body was beyond incredible!
But suddenly Gianni stopped. He smiled a devilish grin, then slowly bent his arms and pulled his long dick back out as his body lowered. My body shuddered. I felt totally empty.
"Mule," he said as he totally removed his cock from my ass. "Tell me. What do you want me to do?"
"I want..." In my febrile, ecstatic excitement, I was having trouble expressing my thoughts. " I want... I want you..."
"Yes," he interrupted. "What is it that you want? And say it loud enough for Bull to hear!" His cock rose in the air between my legs glistening with his precum.,.
I inhaled and said "I want you to put it back in, I want you to fuck me with your cock..."
"In a minute," Gianni smiled. Then he straightened his arms full, raising his body up so that his gargantuan meat hovered right in front of my face. "First, have a taste of my dick," he ordered with a quick side glace to check out Bull's reaction.
I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. Its tip landed on his piss slit. The golden juice was sweet. Gianni groaned as my mouth sucked his precum out of his piss hole. It flowed very fast. It was thick and gooey. I leaned farther and unlocked my jaw to accept the huge, over-sized cock head.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and gasped for air. I hadn't even realized that I wasn't breathing. I licked the pre-cum off his throbbing member, tasting its salty, brusque, tang with its testosterone infused flavor, plus also the added zest of his masculine flesh, I love the taste of pussy, but the taste of cock, the RIGHT cock, can also be a savory delight. My tongue explored his head and shaft, and we both tingled all over, at the tender flickering touch of my tongue on his flesh. I also hoovered him until his eyes rolled into the back of his head. When I was finished, and my eyes were hypnotic spirals as my mind receded into a lustful fog, Gianni laughed. "I told you that you wanted it, Mule. See Bull, Mule just sucked my cock. No doubt now who the manliest man is...". "So, Bull, are you impressed?" Gianni asked. Bull's response was in the way of a slow clap.
I have to confess, Gianni has phenomenal stamina, after he wore me down into a blissful coma, he and Bullworth fucked like rabbits for God only knows how long afterwards. When I woke up later to a take a wicked piss, they were still at it. Gianni had his cowboy hat and chaps on and was riding Bullworth like he was a Igallop, complete with YEEEHAWS. Now THAT would have been great visuals for a late night infomercial on that silly product. Still I had to admit that Gianni had great pelvic muscle control and power in his pelvic thrusting.
To make a long story short, that is how I came to know Gianni, not often is it that I get to hobnob with a celebrity OUTSIDE of the world of professional sports...and damn you have to admit he is STUNNING to behold.
There was a Health and Fitness Expo in Denver in October, and let's just say you could have spotted me sporting GianniWear™ over at the GianniWorld booth being all TEAM GIANNI if you went there. I am not proud of this, but at least I am being honest.
*for legal reasons, names have been changed to protect the guilty parties.
COMING SOON:
Vatican Cage Fight: A Gary and Friends Adventure
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| Father Mario |
Spectacular men, you 3 nailed another story . The addition of forcing Mule to feel all of beautiful Gianni's perfect slabs was boner material big time. Excellent descriptions and drawings. Domination on many levels, the muscle world mixed with the stinking scented carnal primal lust of alpha tops needing to control, humiliate, subjugate and conquer other he men masculine challengers got even hotter here if possible . A visceral desire buried deep to experience pleasure and pain. To demand it , to explore it in a way that requires both superior confidence , massive musclemeat and cockmeat guiding the bullying taunting, meat smashing, crushing, punishing, annihilating, strutting , Grade A beef punching, hair pulling , ball squeezing , bulge groping and super uber mounds of bodybuilding built ass plugging. Lifting and tossing and posing get preleaks going. All of that performing in front of another big masculine beauty is hot. . Again, I always love a big slabbed up , cocky bull like Mule getting manhandled, his thoughts projected so we can almost feel what he is physically and psychologically experiencing . The cocks are bigger here too, matching the oversized physiques. I didn't think you could top The pumpkin headed match with the virile hairy Viking, but this matched it for sure. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAren't there any fans of Mule out there? You are going to give Mule a complex with y'all howling for his blood!
DeleteIf I was there I’d be rooting for Mule you bet .
DeleteEver since he bested Gary though , I’ve been enjoying his cocky ass gettin manhandled ...I’d never want him really hurt though . He’s , the writer more than the character , too damn fine .
That intellect , humor , bravado add to the many layers of complexity , and make him a bit more vulnerable than he might acknowledge .
I like that in a big muscled up He Man .
Self awareness is a big turn on too .
The combo platter would have me tasering ringside , any man trying to fuck with him .
Gary to my knowledge, has never been seeded has he ?
Which makes him top Alpha in my particular fantasy proclivity ...
Actually, Gary has been tapped, if you check the end of Grapplin' Chaplains, the second part of Battling Priest, Brian the cowboy priest had a go at it. But yeah Gary usually tops rather than bottoms, he is that kind of guy, well, at least since Seminary, but that is a whole 'nother story!
DeleteGreat story, got me hard and playing with myself!
ReplyDeleteGREAT ! NOTHING MORE TO ADD ! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
ReplyDeleteThis was hot! The 2 on 1 was a great twist, Mule was a total stud - but also owned it when his ass was getting kicked. And while I would have like more description of Mule's amazing ass being fucked at the end, I love that it was. The whole story makes me hope for all (or some) of the men Mule has fucked and beaten to conspire in another story to trick him, lure him his oversexed self somewhere, and then jump him, 3 or 4 on one - and after he fights heroically, he gets destroyed and gang-banged - always feel he is more a stud/god when he is being conquered....just my thought. But thanks for a great story.
ReplyDeleteHOLY FUCKING FUCK!!!! THAT IS INSANELY HOT! Another stellar work! Okay, Jason vs Gianni in a seduction-off and Ty vs Gianni in an epic Italian/Black cock fight (it's what history is building to anyway; opposing groups with the hugest cocks finally going tip to tip)!
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