Continued from a NEW VISITOR TO THE RELIGIOUS RETREAT IN COLORADO
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Gary received a letter in the mail...yes my faithful readers, people do still get letters... well to be more accurate it was a thick package. It had a VATICAN postmark, and was from the office of Archbishop Giacomo Morandi in the Vatican!
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| You have been a very naughty boy, Father Gary, a VERY NAUGHTY, boy! |
The letter head on the letter drove home the point, and got Gary's attention!
Was this the end of his clerical career? But why was the Vatican involved and not his Bishop?
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| Bring me this Father Gary of Colorado so that we may examine him, summon the Inquisitors! |
Was he to be made a special example of? Gary imagined being imprisoned for life in the deepest dungeons of the Castel Sant'Angelo subject to unspeakable tortures (yeah he had been reading Dan Brown books of late!)
Dear Father Gary ----------,
On instructions of His Eminence, Cardinal Domenico Calcagno , President of the Administration of the Patrimony of the Apostolic See and Cardinal-Deacon of Annuciazione della Beata Vergine Maria a Via Ardeatina...
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| Cardinal Domenico Calcagno |
... I have been instructed to invite you to a special interview regarding your status at 3 p.m. on September 14, in the year of our Lord, 2017, at the Palazzo Magistrale, Roma, Italia. Plane tickets and accommodation arrangements are enclosed.
Tuitio fidei et obsequium pauperum
Signed, Father Alessandro Bianchi, The Special Deputy Undersecretary of Administration of the Patrimony of the Apostolic See for the Prefecture of Affairs Pertaining to the Defense of the Faith
Tuitio fidei et obsequium pauperum
Signed, Father Alessandro Bianchi, The Special Deputy Undersecretary of Administration of the Patrimony of the Apostolic See for the Prefecture of Affairs Pertaining to the Defense of the Faith
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| Father Alessandro Bianchi |
Despite the complex confusion of the Vatican bureaucracy involved in his summons, the letter still struck Gary as being rather ominous. That they were going through all this effort, personnel, and expense only served to make him even more nervous. Gary had had no dealings with the Vatican, and the fact there was no accompanying information from his Bishop ( in fact when he called his Bishop, he was completely UNAWARE of what was going on) had the normally calm Gary in a lather of panic.
Gary tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep, and ended up playing church hymn solos on the piano till the wee hours of the morning.
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| Gary tossed and turned unable to sleep |
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| Fuck it. Been two hours, I might as well do something till I get sleepy |
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| ♫ Ave Maria, Gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Ave, ave dominus tecum...♫ |
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| Sounds like Angels playing, who knew Gary was so talented? |
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| Got to love you some Schubert, especially when it is transcribed by Liszt! Absolutely haunting! |
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| ♫ What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear,and what a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer...♫ |
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| ♫ ...Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry, Everything to God in prayer... ♫ |
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| ♫ ...Have we trials and temptations?, Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer, Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share?... ♫ |
The bishop called Gary back early the next morning and said that he could not find out much information except the matter concerned Sovereign Military Order of Malta (SMOM), and that the Palazzo Magistrale was also known as the Palazzo Malta.
"WTF!" Thought Gary. He went to Google to see if he could gleam more information about what this could be about. He of course called your Mule, anxious to share what he had learned on Google:
The members of the SMOM, were an order of fighting monks charged with the military defense of the Catholic Church. If the Swiss Guard were the Vatican Army, the SMOM were like the Papal Special Forces, the Catholic Church's equivalent of the Green Berets or Navy SEALS. Although the one's we usually see are some old dudes dressed up in ceremonial robes!
The Sovereign Military Order of Malta is the present-day continuation of the medieval Knights Hospitaller, now based in Rome, have a history of 9 centuries! It was recognized as sovereign in 1113 by Pope Paschal II. (Or Pope Easter, as Gary called him). The present-day SMOM is continuation of these medieval Knights Hospitaller, now based in Rome. During the First Crusade and the loss of the Kingdom of Jerusalem to the Mamluk Sultanate, it became a military order to protect Christians against Islamic persecution...
(Gary told me much, much more, but I am afraid I stopped listening all that carefully at this point)
I did catch that the order is an elective monarchy and is ruled by a Prince and Grand Master, because I thought those titles were cool.
The Sovereign Order of Malta in Rome is housed in two grand establishments, its two headquarters buildings in Rome enjoy extraterritoriality, similar to embassies! The first: Palazzo Magistrale (Palazzo Malta) located on the Via dei Condotti, is the government house of this sovereign institution,
and the second: the Villa Magistrale (Villa del Priorato di Malta) is located on the Aventine Hill, is home to the Grand Priory in Rome of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta)
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| Villa del Priorato di Malta |
I wished Gary good luck with all that, promised to water his plants, and figured I would never see the poor sod again! I did give him a ride to the airport, being the stand up guy I am!
Gary arrived in Rome a couple of days before his scheduled appointment. This was his first visit to the Vatican (and perhaps his last as a Priest) and he wanted to take in the sights. He wished he felt less trepidation about his upcoming meeting, but eventually he was able to put aside his ominous feeling of dread, at least temporarily, and enjoy the historic beauty of Rome, and the deeply spiritual Vatican. It was impossible to be oblivious the the large number of fellow tourists (male and female) who would stare at him, many of who took his picture. "Maybe they don't see many Priests from Colorado?" he thought, naively, not realizing how many of those that were staring were undressing the handsome, well built Priest in their minds.
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| Gary arrived in Rome |
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| Gary didn't realize how many of the other tourists were undressing the handsome priest in their minds |
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| Maybe they don't see many Priests from Colorado? he naively thought of the women (and men) who were admiring, imagining and mentally undressing him |
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| Everybody is so friendly. Those women back there sure seem to be having a great time. I wonder what they were pointing at? |
After a surprisingly good night's rest, Gary took an early morning bike ride for some cardio and to calm his nerves. The bike ride was followed by a fine breakfast and and lunch in this fabulous city, and several cups of espresso coffee at the charming sidewalk cafes, At mid-afternoon he headed nervously over to his appointment at the Palazzo Malta.
He showed his letter to a series of guards and minor functionaries. He was shown at long last to a door in a seemingly deserted corridor, marked with no designation other than this archaic sign:
Gary entered, and the room was small, cramped and cluttered, and a bespectacled clericrat stat behind a desk piled high with papers that he was dutifully stamping with a large cylinder seal. The clericrat took his paper, looked at it, gave an annoyed sniff, stamped it, and then handed him an elaborately embossed document that resembled a giant business card, which seemed to be some sort of pass.
"Report tomorrow morning at 9 to the Villa el Priorato di Malta," he said in heavily accented English. Then with a dismissal wave, he added in a well practiced monotone: "Tuitio fidei et obsequium pauperum." There was that phrase again: For the Defense of the Faith and the assistance of the Poor. Gary left as bewildered and befuddled as before.
The Next morning...
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| Villa del Priorato di Malta |
The pass got him ushered into the office of a handsome and gregarious priest, Father Antonio "Call me Tony" Brazzi. Tony, who spoke perfect English with the faint hint of a British accent, like he had been educated there, but wasn't FROM there. Tony finally got down to why Gary was in Rome...
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| Father Antonio |
"You have come to attention because you have a unique set of skills that we are looking for. You are an ordained priest. In good physical shape and have good foundations in martial arts and wrestling. We are also lead to understand that you are a team player, are trainable, and have excellent physical endurance. Of course, these will have to be tested before we can recruit you, but out of hundreds of candidates we have collected dossiers on, you stand out."
"Recruited for what?"--inquired Gary.
With an aura of excitement and a beaming smile, Father Antonio announced: "We are not the archaic medieval order you may have imagined. We have adapted and changed with each new era. In more modern times, our order has done many covert missions of an most exciting nature. Few know this, but our operatives aided the allies and Italian partisans, engaging in special missions during WW2 of an anti-NAZI, anti-Mussolini nature all at the directive of Pope Pius. But it was the anti-communist Pope John Paul II who transformed the order into the Holy See version of MI-6"
"Cool!"--offered Gary in Colorado style appreciation.
"You have been selected to potentially be a special new type of SOLDIER OF CHRIST. This is all hush-hush and need to know, but you will be part of an exciting new cadre to help the Mother Church during these chaotic times of violence, secularism, terrorism and dangers to the very core of CHRISTENDOM, itself! It will be very dangerous and challenging, but it will be the most exciting endeavor you will ever be called to in your vocation as a priest!"
"That sounds pretty cool, I guess," responded Gary. "and to think I was petrified to come here. At least I am not scared now."
Father Anthony's face turned serious. "This is, but the calm before the storm, you are good to feel relaxed now, but to prove your worth you will be sorely tested, and you will find that while you are not terrified now, you will be...you will be..."
Gary wondered what he had gotten himself into, but figured he would seem like a total wuss, if he pulled out now. So he forced a grin, shook the amiable padre's hand and started out on his new adventure.
"Father Mario has prayers in Chapel now, otherwise he would have been here to greet you. Father Mario is in charge of the advanced training. He will be introducing himself to you if you make it through our initial testing and training phase. About 2/3 of our new recruits do drop out with in the first few days. It can be quite...um.. grueling. But we are looking for the strongest among us, both physically and mentally" Father Tony said as Gary was departing.
"Recruited for what?"--inquired Gary.
With an aura of excitement and a beaming smile, Father Antonio announced: "We are not the archaic medieval order you may have imagined. We have adapted and changed with each new era. In more modern times, our order has done many covert missions of an most exciting nature. Few know this, but our operatives aided the allies and Italian partisans, engaging in special missions during WW2 of an anti-NAZI, anti-Mussolini nature all at the directive of Pope Pius. But it was the anti-communist Pope John Paul II who transformed the order into the Holy See version of MI-6"
"Cool!"--offered Gary in Colorado style appreciation.
"You have been selected to potentially be a special new type of SOLDIER OF CHRIST. This is all hush-hush and need to know, but you will be part of an exciting new cadre to help the Mother Church during these chaotic times of violence, secularism, terrorism and dangers to the very core of CHRISTENDOM, itself! It will be very dangerous and challenging, but it will be the most exciting endeavor you will ever be called to in your vocation as a priest!"
"That sounds pretty cool, I guess," responded Gary. "and to think I was petrified to come here. At least I am not scared now."
Father Anthony's face turned serious. "This is, but the calm before the storm, you are good to feel relaxed now, but to prove your worth you will be sorely tested, and you will find that while you are not terrified now, you will be...you will be..."
Gary wondered what he had gotten himself into, but figured he would seem like a total wuss, if he pulled out now. So he forced a grin, shook the amiable padre's hand and started out on his new adventure.
"Father Mario has prayers in Chapel now, otherwise he would have been here to greet you. Father Mario is in charge of the advanced training. He will be introducing himself to you if you make it through our initial testing and training phase. About 2/3 of our new recruits do drop out with in the first few days. It can be quite...um.. grueling. But we are looking for the strongest among us, both physically and mentally" Father Tony said as Gary was departing.
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| Father Mario was praying in his private chapel during Gary's initial interview |
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| Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome, venga il tuo regno... |
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| Father Mario's loose, flowing cassock gives only a hint of the massively muscled physique that lays hidden underneath |
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| ....noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori, e non ci indurre in tentazione, ma liberaci dal male. |
For the first few weeks, Gary went through what can be described as a VATICAN BOOT CAMP, undergoing regimens of exercise, tests of physical fitness, weapons training in firearms, knives and assorted weapons, including learning how to use almost ANYTHING found readily at hand into a lethal weapon.
Then came the phase pitting Gary and some other new recruits against more seasoned veterans in matches with a single adversary, and sometimes melees with multiple combatants.
It was during this phase of the training, that Gary met Father Mario.
Even before he actually met Father Mario, Gary had heard much about him. In fact, the mysterious Father Mario was the most popular subject of gossip among the fighter/recruits. Father Mario was said to be super handsome and supremely confident, but not arrogant. He liked to intimidate people with his muscles but most of the time they’re hidden under his loose, flowing cassock, unseen except to the trained eye (such as Gary’s!). In the ring he likes to slowly reveal his awesome muscles and watch his opponent’s face fall.
For years, Father Mario had lead a double life - on the one hand being a seemingly mild mannered clericrat, an under-secretary to the assistant to the deputy of some cardinal in the Vatican- on the other the champion of the Italian underground cage-fighting circuit. His superiors at the Vatican looked the other way when it came to his clandestine activities. He had been recruited (some say seduced) into the SMOM, by the handsome Father Antonio Brazzi, but his identity with them was a classified Church secret. Having fought (and fucked) his way through most of the Swiss Guard and the best of SMOM, he had sought new challenges. He’s become the champion of a group of cage fight fans and from time to time ventures out of the Vatican in the evening to fight someone they’ve chosen to put up against him. Usually, those opponents end up in the hospital, others who showed more stamina and skill (albeit still losing to the undefeated Father Mario) were recruited into the SMOM.
None of this was known to Gary at the time, he was busy trying to fit into his new life as a warrior-in-training, a modern day crusader, a 007 for Christ. Mostly he was just enjoying being able to freely pursue his two passions, martial arts and sex. His skills in both were being honed to new levels. Father Antonio "Call me Tony" Brazi checked in periodically to check on him. Father Tony also had quite the reputation among the recruits, but not for his martial arts skills.
Training matches were rough. Fighters trained naked, and would often fight and then fuck, driven hard by aggression and man sex. It reminded Gary a little of seminary. When Gary arrived at the cage for his usual sparring session, there were two fighters already in the ring. One of them was the big Turkish Catholic monk that he had seen sparring a few times before. The Turkish monk was a big strong mutherfucker. At 6'6" and nearly 300 lbs of muscle, he was the biggest of the recruits. Persecuted in his homeland (Christians are a tiny minority, and Catholics an even smaller one, and an ethnic Turk Catholic, is rare indeed) he had faced a tough time in Turkey! He was a very decent wrestler, as are most Turks, and despite his cross-dresser tendencies, was as tough as nails. But the other fighter, the one decked out in war paint, was incredible. Muscular, handsome, with the poise, finesse and acuity of a master of martial arts, the painted wrestler was magic in motion, poetic in his holds, lyrical in his take downs. The man put the ART in Martial Arts! The other fighter could only be Father Mario.
Father Dominic introduced Gary to Father Mario. "Your training has been proceeding with great dispatch, Recruit! You have moved beyond all the other recruits in my squad, and have come to the attention of Father Mario here, and you will be working with him from now on. This is a great honor, for he only takes on the best of the best of our recruits. You will learn much from him and your fellow recruits in this most elite squad!"
Then came the phase pitting Gary and some other new recruits against more seasoned veterans in matches with a single adversary, and sometimes melees with multiple combatants.
It was during this phase of the training, that Gary met Father Mario.
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| The mysterious Father Mario |
For years, Father Mario had lead a double life - on the one hand being a seemingly mild mannered clericrat, an under-secretary to the assistant to the deputy of some cardinal in the Vatican- on the other the champion of the Italian underground cage-fighting circuit. His superiors at the Vatican looked the other way when it came to his clandestine activities. He had been recruited (some say seduced) into the SMOM, by the handsome Father Antonio Brazzi, but his identity with them was a classified Church secret. Having fought (and fucked) his way through most of the Swiss Guard and the best of SMOM, he had sought new challenges. He’s become the champion of a group of cage fight fans and from time to time ventures out of the Vatican in the evening to fight someone they’ve chosen to put up against him. Usually, those opponents end up in the hospital, others who showed more stamina and skill (albeit still losing to the undefeated Father Mario) were recruited into the SMOM.
None of this was known to Gary at the time, he was busy trying to fit into his new life as a warrior-in-training, a modern day crusader, a 007 for Christ. Mostly he was just enjoying being able to freely pursue his two passions, martial arts and sex. His skills in both were being honed to new levels. Father Antonio "Call me Tony" Brazi checked in periodically to check on him. Father Tony also had quite the reputation among the recruits, but not for his martial arts skills.
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| Gary was waiting patiently while two other fighters used the ring |
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| Whoa! That's got to be Father Mario!!! Jezus, he's built, and fast... |
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| You shall not prevail, THIS time, my Italian Sensei! We Turks INVENTED wrestling! |
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| Urggghhh, Arrrgghhhh!! |
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| Damn this Turk is strong! |
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| How the fuck did anyone dare to pick on him in Turkey! FUCK! Or maybe that is the exactly the reason why, he became so big, tough and strong! |
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| Massive Pecs pressed against Massive Pecs! |
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| Massive Cock pressed against Massive Cock! |
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| Two men walk in...one man walks out, the other man crawls! |
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| Looks like somebody has been working out! |
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| But the bigger they are...the harder they fall! |
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| But that is not to say we can't have a little fun before I slam your ass to the mat! |
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| This is intense, but it sure doesn't look like sparring! --thought Gary |
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| Man, they are going full out! |
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| Nice move by 'Stripes' --thought Gary |
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| Damn he is good! |
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| I want to wrestle that 'Striped Avenger', hell I want to BE that 'Striped Avenger' !!!! |
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| The big Turk paid the price of losing! |
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| Damn that was some match! Those two sure know how to wrassle! |
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| I rule this arena! RULE IT! Cazzo, sì, sono il re! |
Father Dominic introduced Gary to Father Mario. "Your training has been proceeding with great dispatch, Recruit! You have moved beyond all the other recruits in my squad, and have come to the attention of Father Mario here, and you will be working with him from now on. This is a great honor, for he only takes on the best of the best of our recruits. You will learn much from him and your fellow recruits in this most elite squad!"
Gary with the great amiability and alacrity of his nature reached out a glad hand toward the imposing,impressive and impressive Father Mario. A goofy grin was plastered across Gary's face. "Sure nice to meet you Father Mario, I've heard so much about you, hope half of it is true!" The solemn priest just looked down on the hand left out there hanging and gave a curt nod. "You will come now, and meet the rest of the squad," with a glance of quick and sharp appraisal of Gary he sniffed, "...there is MUCH work to be done."
Aching, breathing hard from their struggle, Gary sat on the floor where the SMOM veteran, Father Mario had thrown him. The rest of his first sparring session with Mario went about the same. Mario completely dominated Gary like he had never been dominated before. In all his years of wrestling, he had never run across a stud like this Jesuit Juggernaut. He felt like Jacob wrestling with the Angel (Genesis 32:22-32).
The handsome Coloradan looked up at the more seasoned muscleman-fighter; his opponent was intensely handsome with black curly hair above hungry hazel eyes. Gary's large cock gave an involuntary twitch in his speedos. Mario's own thick, generously sized cock had stiffened and stood almost flush with his muscular belly as he grinned down at the young good-looking athletic Gary. Mario was impressed with the muscular size and beauty of this classically handsome blue-eyed muscleman with a buzz haircut who was also making a name for himself in the training matches.
The two men had an instant chemistry and mutual attraction, but who can blame them? They were both very handsome, muscular, men - tougher-than-iron - who lived and trained very much as had the ancient Spartan warriors. Gary was rising through the ranks of the Padawans, and Mario was the most popular and accomplished of the trainers. This could be said to be a match made in heaven, but clearly the sexual undertones came from the other place. |
| You think you know how to wrestle, Americano, HA! I will teach you how to REALLY WRESTLE! |
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| You will learn that everything you THINK you know about wrestling is like overcooked linguine! |
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| Hey wait a gosh darn minute, I know some sweet moves! |
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| You overly sugared Americani want EVERYTHING to be sweet. Sweet moves? Lascia perdere! I will teach you how to be DANGEROUS, che si fottano dolce! |
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| Open your parochial Americano horizons, and learn to WRESTLE like a MAN! |
Aching, breathing hard from their struggle, Gary sat on the floor where the SMOM veteran, Father Mario had thrown him. The rest of his first sparring session with Mario went about the same. Mario completely dominated Gary like he had never been dominated before. In all his years of wrestling, he had never run across a stud like this Jesuit Juggernaut. He felt like Jacob wrestling with the Angel (Genesis 32:22-32).
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| and this is why you do not try that Americano! |
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| Again you must think before you move, or you make yourself vulnerable! |
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| Harness your aggression and your emotions, do not let them harness you! |
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| Better, but still not good enough! |
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| Gary looked up at the more seasoned muscleman-fighter standing above him triumphantly |
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| Do not despair, you did better than most when they first encounter me, that is why you are here, if you did not show potential, we would not even be talking, much less wrestling! |
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| I never felt so utterly over-matched when wrestling before! |
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| That is why I am here, to teach you, so you will never feel this way again! |
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| I would not have much to teach you, if you and I were on the same level, would I? |
The handsome Coloradan looked up at the more seasoned muscleman-fighter; his opponent was intensely handsome with black curly hair above hungry hazel eyes. Gary's large cock gave an involuntary twitch in his speedos. Mario's own thick, generously sized cock had stiffened and stood almost flush with his muscular belly as he grinned down at the young good-looking athletic Gary. Mario was impressed with the muscular size and beauty of this classically handsome blue-eyed muscleman with a buzz haircut who was also making a name for himself in the training matches.
Gary stood out among the trainees even among this elite squad. He had a incredibly strong and muscular body, the result of his years of lifting and wrestling. His wide brawny shoulders tapered down to a slim muscled waist. His hard bulging sculpted pecs were impressive. His abs were ripped, his buttocks were rock solid and muscular, and he stood tall on long, strong, hairy legs. He was a remarkably tough competitor.
But Mario was a Master at the art of man-to-man combat. Mario was not only fast and strong, but he was more experienced than Gary. There was also an urbane sophistication about the Italian padre lacking in the ingenuous Coloradan recruit, and a powerful sensual aura of not only the raw virile animal magnetism also possesed by Gary, but also a worldly charismatic air of refinement, poise, and elegance lacking in the male ingenue from America.
Mario's swole, stocky Italian body was dark, swarthy, vascular and ripped. Weighing 248 pounds of nearly fat free muscle, he was over 6' tall with the height well proportioned between body and legs. His arms, shoulders, and chest were thick with powerful muscle while his long sinewy legs had remained nimble even in their strength. He could do a thousand sit-ups, crunches and leg lifts. He's known for having the toughest abs of all the fighters-like the grill of a Mack truck, carved rows of forged human steel. He had the classic bubble butt of a trained wrestler, solid steel, smooth and round and pure muscle. But he was also a serene and self-controlled guru and mentor to the Padawans, a role-model, artful adviser and sage counselor to the recruits. He was a super sexy Yoda.
Gary had trained hard day and night for the past month. He had fought, wrestled, punched, kicked,chopped, rammed and beaten his way through the training sessions with Mario, and Mario had noted the great ferocity he displayed. Once again today he was in the arena, fighting with Mario himself!
Using his superior strength and skill, Mario had backed his opponent from one side of the steel cage to the other, relentlessly attacking him from every angle. Finally, Gary had hit Mario with his shoulder, trying to knock Mario down. Mario reached back around, scooped his arms around Gary's hard waist and lifted him up using his momentum. With strength and momentum Mario had thrown Gary over on his back with a crashing thud, with the wind knocked out of the American.
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| Again with the impulsive and rash bravado, Gary, you must focus, get your head in the game! |
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| Pain is life and combat's most powerful and painful instructor, my friend! |
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| From suffering comes redemption, is this not what the Bible teaches us? And your redemption will be as a more powerful warrior! |
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| Did not Jesus himself say in Matthew 10: 34 -- Do not assume that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword--? |
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| Just as there is no salvation, but through Jesus, there is no victory in combat for you, but through me! |
"Good match, Gary, not let me tell you what errors you made in the match, that you may correct these miscalculations in the future. One marked deficiency is that you tend to telegraph your moves to a seasoned, observant opponent, giving them an opportunity to anticipate and counter..."
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| One marked deficiency is that you tend to telegraph your moves to a seasoned, observant opponent, giving them an opportunity to anticipate and counter... |
But the training matches were only games, only preparation...they were preludes to what the recruits called THE BIG SHOWS. Senior robed SMOM officials witnessed these, and took copious notes for their dossiers. The contests themselves were also at a much higher level than the practices. These Alpha fights were the real test. The winner took all. The loser would be fucked and used in a humiliating way, and so the fighters fought with much greater force than they would as a Padawan in a training match. And Mario seemed to hold a particular lust for the other Alpha fighters' well-trained physiques and tight, powerful asses. Gary had yet to test his mettle in one of these contests.
The training was treating Gary well. His 6'2" of muscle had never been in better shape. He had a god-like body with impressive muscles, square shoulders, killer abs, strong legs and a massively muscled chest with two bulging pecs. He had yet to have his first real match with Fr. Mario, it had just been sparring and training up till now.
One evening during training, Gary was talking with his frequent training partner, a Priest recruited from the Balkans that was a decently skilled Greco-Roman wrestler. "Greco-Roman might be big in the Olympics, but wrestling for points is never going to win a street fight" though Gary. As frequently happens among the recruits, the discussion turned to Father Mario and his legendary (among the novices) wresting and fighting skills.
"I watched Father Mario wrestle a big time professional wrestler when I first got here. That guy was from Guadalajara and he was tough, he easily kicked all of our asses..." the Romanian monk was saying in a reverential tone. "...But when he went up against Father Mario, he seemed like he was a neophyte! Mario jumped on that Mexican Pro Wrestler recruit like a polar bear jumps on a wet sea lion. It was Father Mario with a Rock Bottom and the People's Elbow. Father Mario was like the Batman of jiujitsu. Dude, he fucked that Pro Wrestler up like a cow in the slaughter house. It was like Leg kick, take-down, overhand right, good night. Serious man, it was over in the blink of an eye. The Masked Mexican looked like he had been kicked in his balls, every minute of every hour for a week. That poor Mexican Luchador spent three days in the the Vatican Infirmary, recovering, before he was sent back to Guadalajara!"
"When was the last time you saw someone actually get hurt in pro wrestling?" Gary snorted derisively. "I'll tell you what, if Mario were to get into a real wrestling match with a real fighter like me, he wouldn't stand a chance. He'd get crunched. I know these so called tough dudes that wrestle in those sissy tight spandex outfits. The first time they take a strong pop in the jaw or big slam to the mat they turn into quite the pansies."
[Nota Bene: Professional wrestling while scripted is tremendously dangerous and the athletes involved do sustain injuries, sometimes severe ones-Mulesblog Legal Team]
Father Gary's poorly chosen comments got to Father Mario's ears. Father Mario's Italian temper had him boiling. Instead of seeking his normal serene calm through prayer and meditation, the furious Father decided to HARNESS this aggressive energy and headed off to locate and confront the insolent Father Gary. A lesson had to be taught, a lesson had to be learned!
Gary had settled down to some strenuous lifting in the gym when he felt a presence behind him. As he turned around, he saw Mario standing at the door of the gym, his body completely blocking the doorway. Mario was wearing only some spandex black shorts, showing off his swartley Mediterranean body with muscles flaring. His eyes were like lightning bolts directed at Gary.
"What you looking at? You admiring? Take a pic, it will last longer" A surprised Gary asked good naturedly. The Italian was not amused.
"What's your problem Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo?!"-- an obviously peeved Mario demanded with a snarl.
Gary stood and they moved towards each other, both at the same time. Gary was only wearing a tight blue speedo, outlining a bulging basket and showing the top tuft of pubic hair. His massively muscled chest, with a cleft as deep as Mario's, was shining with sweat. It was a quite a sight to see these two strongly built men standing so close to each other. The two titans had similar brawny bodies and heights (6'2"). Broad thighs, their development matched by the obviously rock-hard bulges of muscle in shoulders and upper arms, supported solid frames and bowling-ball glutes. Both had the unmistakable sign of the true wrestler: a thick, strong neck formed by hours of bridging and gritty resistance to attempted pins and submission holds. Wide shoulders, defined pecs, muscled waist and hips formed a great body for a wrestler.
Bringing his face closer to Gary's, Mario said through clenched teeth: "So fucker! You want to repeat what you said last night?!"
"Mario, this ain't the Lucha Libre or the WWE. If we were to wrestle in a BIG SHOW, I guarantee that I would be the teacher, and you would be the student, and I would toss you around like a child!" I don't know what was in his oatmeal that morning, but Gary was full of piss and vinegar. It may have been the special energy drink with special herbal extracts the Colombian recruit had been giving him the last few days. He was talking not like a Padawan, but as the Gary of old, his voice full of the kind of confidence that only men of incredible muscularity, that are used to never losing a fight have. It was like all the humility that had been knocked into him with bruises and and contusions at the villa, had been swept away. He was getting his swagger on!
Mario's eyes narrowed. This upstart would have to be taught a lesson: "We shall see how much of your bravado you can back up with deeds. I think it is time we put your arrogant American ass in a Vatican cage match." Mario seethed through his teeth. " This is not just your typical Alpha match, this is a no-holds bar cage-match, I am talking about! Anyone ever teach you how to do that?!"
Gary didn't want to admit that he had not. So instead of being on the defensive, he went on the offense. " I will take you any time, any place you Pizza Padre! I have been holding back up to now, learning your moves. Now it is time to really show you what you are up against." Gary snarled contemptuously as he flexed a double biceps pose.. "You're big, man, but I'm just as big and even stronger!" -- Gary added with a pec bounce.
"OK, Faccia a culo?!" Mario snapped at Gary. "Do you want to wrestle, or are you just all talk? Do you avere i coglioni, uhh ...have the balls... to fight me?!"
Father Gary's poorly chosen comments got to Father Mario's ears. Father Mario's Italian temper had him boiling. Instead of seeking his normal serene calm through prayer and meditation, the furious Father decided to HARNESS this aggressive energy and headed off to locate and confront the insolent Father Gary. A lesson had to be taught, a lesson had to be learned!
Gary had settled down to some strenuous lifting in the gym when he felt a presence behind him. As he turned around, he saw Mario standing at the door of the gym, his body completely blocking the doorway. Mario was wearing only some spandex black shorts, showing off his swartley Mediterranean body with muscles flaring. His eyes were like lightning bolts directed at Gary.
"What you looking at? You admiring? Take a pic, it will last longer" A surprised Gary asked good naturedly. The Italian was not amused.
"What's your problem Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo?!"-- an obviously peeved Mario demanded with a snarl.
Gary stood and they moved towards each other, both at the same time. Gary was only wearing a tight blue speedo, outlining a bulging basket and showing the top tuft of pubic hair. His massively muscled chest, with a cleft as deep as Mario's, was shining with sweat. It was a quite a sight to see these two strongly built men standing so close to each other. The two titans had similar brawny bodies and heights (6'2"). Broad thighs, their development matched by the obviously rock-hard bulges of muscle in shoulders and upper arms, supported solid frames and bowling-ball glutes. Both had the unmistakable sign of the true wrestler: a thick, strong neck formed by hours of bridging and gritty resistance to attempted pins and submission holds. Wide shoulders, defined pecs, muscled waist and hips formed a great body for a wrestler.
Bringing his face closer to Gary's, Mario said through clenched teeth: "So fucker! You want to repeat what you said last night?!"
"Mario, this ain't the Lucha Libre or the WWE. If we were to wrestle in a BIG SHOW, I guarantee that I would be the teacher, and you would be the student, and I would toss you around like a child!" I don't know what was in his oatmeal that morning, but Gary was full of piss and vinegar. It may have been the special energy drink with special herbal extracts the Colombian recruit had been giving him the last few days. He was talking not like a Padawan, but as the Gary of old, his voice full of the kind of confidence that only men of incredible muscularity, that are used to never losing a fight have. It was like all the humility that had been knocked into him with bruises and and contusions at the villa, had been swept away. He was getting his swagger on!
Mario's eyes narrowed. This upstart would have to be taught a lesson: "We shall see how much of your bravado you can back up with deeds. I think it is time we put your arrogant American ass in a Vatican cage match." Mario seethed through his teeth. " This is not just your typical Alpha match, this is a no-holds bar cage-match, I am talking about! Anyone ever teach you how to do that?!"
Gary didn't want to admit that he had not. So instead of being on the defensive, he went on the offense. " I will take you any time, any place you Pizza Padre! I have been holding back up to now, learning your moves. Now it is time to really show you what you are up against." Gary snarled contemptuously as he flexed a double biceps pose.. "You're big, man, but I'm just as big and even stronger!" -- Gary added with a pec bounce.
"OK, Faccia a culo?!" Mario snapped at Gary. "Do you want to wrestle, or are you just all talk? Do you avere i coglioni, uhh ...have the balls... to fight me?!"
"Fine, Mario, I'll wrestle you in one of your no holds barred Vatican cage matches" Gary said. "Do you have the balls to fight all out ?"
Mario smiled and retorted: "Si cazzo! Oh, you can count on it! It will be No holding back and no holds barred. No referee and no rules. The match only ends when the loser submits... I'm going to beat your ass and then I will fottiti quel bel culo, ...shove my cock up it, as your penance and to teach you some much needed humility. "
"Padre, your ass is mine wherever and whenever I want it" Gary barked, taunting Mario with a Baker Mayfield style crotch grab to his speedo.
With Mario leading the way, the two massive musclemen make their way to the Octagon MMA style cage hidden away from outside eyes in the sub basement of the ancient Villa del Priorato di Malta
"and so it begins!" observed interim head of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, Giacomo dalla Torre, through his spy hole. "So it begins!" He then looks down at a mysterious vial in his hand labeled FORMULA XIII.
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| and so it begins! |
In the Arena:
Gary was wearing the blue speedos the had been wearing when Mario had interrupted his workout with this challenge. Then Mario shucked off his black spandex shorts, freeing his steel hard fleshy weapon, tossing his shorts out the top of the cage without a second glace. Mario's monster cock sprang up and slapped his hard abs. revealing his enormous yet still thickening cock and low-hanging bull sized testicles.
Undaunted and confident, Mario stood before Gary stark naked, his colossal uncut horse cock hanging forward, jutting out from his huge low-hanging balls. Mario was fully confident in his strength, supremely comfortable in his manly nakedness. As Mario paced the cage like a lion in a zoo, the two rounded muscles of Mario's exposed beefy ass flexed one and then the other with each step he took. Lunging at each other, cocks hard, they locked up, arms like sinewy tree branches grabbing wildly for each other's neck, head, or chest. Gary took his fist and landed a sharp blow against Mario's muscular side, making him flinch, jabbed him again. Mario returned the blow to Gary and they both let out a gasp for air. They grappled wildly around the cage. Gary managed to get Mario in a headlock briefly, ferociously forcing Mario's face into his pit, 'till Mario slipped the hold. They split apart, Mario threw himself at Gary, shoulder first, slamming him into the chain link cage fence. Though jarred from the slam, Gary threw all of his weight at the man holding him against the cage. Mario gave a grunt of surprise as he was knocked back a few paces. Gary threw himself at Mario, and grabbed Mario's arms, using his weight and center of gravity to twist Mario to the canvas, Mario holding on tight, the two of them crashing down together, Gary on top.
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| Who is the stupido, maldestro pazzo NOW, muther-fuckah! |
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| As the Proverbs 16:18 tells us Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall--Mario quoted from his knees, unperturbed by his unenviable position. |
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| ...and you are as sloppy in your holds, orgoglioso, as you are prideful and haughty in your spirit!--said Mario defiantly |
Furious at being taken down to the canvas by this rookie, Mario simultaneously kidney punched and head butted Gary. So Gary jammed their heads together and slammed his arms tight around Mario. The two hard-muscled, furious, fighting musclemen rolled around the canvas in a muscular tangle of flailing arms and kicking legs, grunting and panting, their thick pecs tensed and scraping hard. Back, leg, butt and arm muscles flexed and rippled frantically as they struggled together in a driven hot sweaty combat for supremacy. The brawny behemoths rolling over and over as each sinewy gladiator sought to establish dominance by holding the other down and applying some gruesomely painful hold. Each of them was trying everything he knew to get that crucial advantage that would lead to submission and the loser's acknowledgement of defeat, but they were too evenly matched.
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| The tide of battle went one way, and then another, but Gary was clearly not Mario's rag doll like he had largely been in previous engagements. |
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| Mario realized he would have to up his game if he was to beat this brash American interloper! |
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| Despite Mario's greater experience, the two adversaries proved too evenly matched in this no-hold barred combat |
Each bull necked wrestler could feel the warm panting of breath on neck, sweat slicked bodies rubbing against each other, cocks jammed and rammed together, grinding violently. Strong feelings gripped them tightly in their near naked combat. Deeply aroused in every way, including sexually, by their close physical combat, both Herculean grapplers were sporting lead pipe hard boners.
Meanwhile, Gary wanted to plunge his shaft aggressively inside Mario's body and fuck Mario hard and fast until he came, deep inside the other man. Gary managed to get on top and use his weight to hold Mario down, his powerful muscular legs against Mario's own strongly built legs, super hard boner on boner.
Thrusting his hips back up, he rumbled softly in Mario's ear, "Gonna fuck you, buddy. Winner take all." His husky growl combined with one sharp, perfectly angled thrust as he slammed his rock hard meat into Mario's thick, swollen, pre-jizz dripping dick.
A rough sound, then "Vaffanculo!" Mario growled back, arched his back, thrust and slid to the side. Throwing Gary off, he got one big leg over Gary. Clinging with his leg, Mario pushed against Gary's shoulder to force his upper body away, sliding Gary over on his face. With a monumental effort he shoved harder, mounting Gary's back, sliding his warm genitals against Gary's beautiful firm buttocks that were just perfect to take his manhood. He put his big hands on Gary's shoulders forcing him down into the mat, Mario's bare feet right against the bottom of Gary's massive calves and slid his toes against Gary's ankles. He started forcing Gary's face harder into the mat, rubbing back and forth on the canvas which has become slick from the sweating combatant. Mario was burying his hot cock into Gary's hot butt cleft, completely consumed with maintaining his top man position.
Gary, feeling Mario's dick, struggled, but couldn't get his shoulders off the mat. "You cock-sucking, mother-fucker! NO WAY, you're gonna be fucking my ass" Gary roared. Mario roared back, and pushed up hard with his toes and knees, forcing his ass higher. Mario hands slipped on Gary's sweaty shoulders, losing his grip. Gary sprang to his feet, planing on an elbow drop to the downed Mario. However, the sweat soaked mat again played a part. If this had been a formal match, ring attendants would have cleaned up the puddles of sweat now on the mat between rounds. But there were no rounds and no ring attendants.
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| The epic battle of the muscular titans had left a puddle of sweat on the Ring Floor |
So as fate would have it, Gary slipped on the slick canvas, losing his balance and falling to the mat. As soon as he hit the mat Mario was on top of him, allowing Mario to make a quick reversal. Now Mario was on Gary's back. Mario immediately barred his thick forearm across Gary's throat, cutting off Gary's air supply.
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| Mangia merde e morte! Li mortacci tua! Sputo su tua madre un padre!--cursed the angered Italian |
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| Father Mario was no longer in control of his passions, he was full on Italian berserker! |
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| His aim was not instruction, but total destruction and humiliation of the American! Your ass is mine now, fottuto succhiacazzi! |
"Your ass is mine now, fottuto succhiacazzi!" Mario growled into Gary's ear, ignoring Gary's nails biting into his flesh as Gary tried to wrench it away. "Never!" Gary gasped, seeing black spots begin to cloud his vision. He shoved desperately at the broad chest above him. Then he went for his opponent's eyes!
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| Never! --gasped Gary as he went for his opponent's eyes! |
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| Vaffanculo sei un figlio di puttana! |
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| Poke me in the eyes? I was going to show you some Mercy, but not now, I will break you in half! |
"Poke me in the eyes? I was going to show you some Mercy, but not now. I will break you in half!" an enraged Mario yelled.
"I will show you some holds you have never seen back on your Green Acres farm, you fucking American Hillbilly!"
Before Gary could even correct Mario that it was a ranch, much less explain the difference between cowboys and hillbillies, Mario jumped on him like a polar bear jumps on a wet sea lion! Gary was caught in some sort of variation of a backbreaker that he had never seen nor had any counter to. As painful as the hold was, the humiliation was greater. The helpless Gary could only curse in frustration as Mario paraded his screaming opponent around the floor of the ring.
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| Signore 'Green Acres' sta per subire un sacco di ferite! |
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| ...a world of hurt my hillbilly friend! |
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| How does The Arnold say it? I shall hear the Lamentations of your women! It is what is best, no? |
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| You still guarantee that you would be teacher, and I would be student, and you toss Mario around like child, Fottuto bastardo??! |
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| Mario don't think so, he do not play that game! |
Mario held Gary in his torturous hold for what seemed forever and Gary could only squirm in complete agony. Every flex of Mario's massive arm and shoulder muscles sent Gary bending in half and screaming in pain. Gary desperately tried to breathe in reflex action but only short screams came out.
“AAAAGGHHHH! AARGGGGH! UUUUUGGHH!” Gary was sure his spine would splinter at any moment. Gary feared his life was over. Then the Italian spoke, his booming voice sounded like that of God! “Some big tough fighter you are! You show up flexing your pretty-boy muscles and think you’re going to scare every man out of fighting you? Well, let’s just see how fucking tough you ARE!”
Mario lets Gary drop to the floor, only to pull him back up by his left arm. Keeping the arm extended, Mario delivered an elbow smash directly into Gary's shoulder joint. Another scream from Gary, who feared his shoulder had been dislocated. Mario was literally tearing him apart piece by piece.
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| Mario delivered an elbow smash directly into Gary's shoulder joint. |
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| Mario was literally tearing him apart piece by piece |
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| You think you knowing pain? I have not even started! |
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| You messed with the wrong Italian, Signore 'Green Acres'! |
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| Now, I’m going to CRUSH you, insolent pup! |
"OK, it's time to end this and take that hot ass of yours. I am gonna let you feel my full power. You should be honored. It's rare for me to have an opponent where I don't have to hold back..."
Gary's muscular body hangs helpless in the muscleman’s grip, as he pulls him upright forcing Gary to look straight into his smiling face.
Mario spun Gary around, pressing Gary's torso to his rock-solid chest with such force it felt as though Gary had hit a brick wall! To Gary, it seemed like this man’s muscles felt like they were crafted from case-hardened steel, and as they flexed they grew and grew while Gary's own heavily muscled frame could only bend in painful compliance. With his body compressed so tightly against Mario’s massive chest he can feel the vibration of his voice even before it thunders in his ear, “Now I’m going to CRUSH you, insolent pup!” --he said as Gary felt his feet leaving the floor.
"You have got some muscle on you, but you can’t compete against my POWER! Want me to break your back? And crush your ribs? Do you want me to show you some REAL MUSCLE?" --the Italian growled. Gary tried to flex his own considerable shoulder and chest muscles, but was overcome by the shear total conquering POWER of Mario! His agonized body was forced to press harder and harder against the thick wall of steel-like unyielding human muscle.
Mario wraps his heavily muscled arms around Gary's waist locking a fist into his lower back and lifting his body off the ground into his devastating bear hug! The big stud massively muscled arms wrapped around the narrowest part of Gary's barn door sized back. Gary was being smothered in a cocoon of solid muscle. Then those muscles began to flex and grow. He could feel Mario's massive frame as his rock-solid muscles crushed Gary's body relentlessly. Each deep breath causes the big man’s chest to expand increasing the pressure on Gary's already badly damaged frame. The man’s powerful arms were compressing Gary's sculptured chest forcing Gary to struggle for even the slightest hint of oxygen! Gary's own set of steel hard, finely crafted ab muscles press hard against an unyielding mass of rock-solid power. Gary flexes and strains with all his muscle power, and yet is unable to resist the unrelenting pressure. His lungs are on fire as he feels his consciousness slowly draining from him. There was no fight left in Gary as his entire world began to slow just before things faded to darkness.
The powerful Mario showed his expertise in fighting as he knew exactly how far he could take a man and still keep him conscious. Just as Gary was about to drift off, Mario released him from his crushing hold allowing him to crumple to the floor before him.
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| You have never encountered a bear-hug like a MARIO BEAR HUG, this I know! |
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| Perhaps you will need a full body cast after this, it has happened before! |
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| Usually it takes Padawans longer before they feel their oats and think to challenge ME! |
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| You are a brash one, Signore 'Green Acres', I will give you that! |
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| But now it is time for you to pay dearly for your bold presumptions! |
“That's how you get the job done!” Mario scoffed at his fallen opponent.
Mario was now standing over a beaten Gary!
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| Signori, i pollici su o giù su questo?--Mario asked of the clerics watching from above. Thumbs up or down?! |
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| Aspetto il tuo verdetto! (I await your verdict!) |
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| Giacomo dalla Torre's voice rang out clearly and ominously: Finiscilo! Se puoi...(Finish him! If you can...) |
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| There is no more fight left in this one, Signore dalla Torre, he is at my mercy! |
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| He put up a good fight though, much better than I would have expected! |
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| If I was of a suspicious mind, I would suspect that he had extra help, that someone was tutoring him outside of my training. |
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| But no one would dare try and circumvent my process with my recruits, so I will just chalk this up to some untapped abilities in this most promising and surprising young man! |
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| However as proud as I am of his martial prowess, I must now deliver an important lesson to cure him of his impertinence, if I am to make further progress in his training! |
Mario covers Gary and demands that he tap out and verbally submit.
"Tap out, stronzo!" Mario yelled.
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| Tap out, stronzo! |
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| I give....I fucking give!!! |
Gary slammed his open hand across the mat several times, while verbally submitting to his opponent. "I give....I fucking give!!!" Gary cried out. He was relieved to feel the arm ease up instantly and he panted, getting his wind back. Mario was still laying on Gary's back and whispered in his ear, "You lost, and now I'm gonna FUCK you hard, man...I am gonna FUCK you till you beg me to stop..."
"I slipped, you...son of a bitch," Gary croaked raggedly. Mario frowned at Gary's excuse for losing. "Excuses are for losers," Mario said with contempt, still panting from the wrestle, "It's time for me to claim my prize."
Mario fit his fingers into the sides of the still prone Gary's speedos and pulled them off in one quick move. He tossed them to the side of the ring with disdain.
Gary felt Mario's strong hands pushing his buttocks apart roughly. He felt Mario's erect penis brush past his anus and slide forbiddingly across his perineum, only to bump and dig into the tight skin of his bull balls. There was a momentary positioning, before the bloated mushroom head of Mario's thick meat pushed against Gary's pucker hole, pressing insistently.
On his face, tits down and ass in the air, legs spread, Gary could feel the weight of Mario's body against his back. He groaned with the invasion as Mario's powerful tool started to fill him. Mario ached with lust as as he felt that tight moist hole open up for his throbbing, rock hard cock.
Mario pulled back a few inches, and then pushed in, a long steady stroke which forced his manhood deep into the beaten muscleman's innards, until all of the long, steely shaft was buried to the hilt. Then Mario drew back slowly, almost all the way out, before pushing just as slowly back in, massaging Gary's prostate.
Mario, buried deep inside Gary, groaned, then flicked his tongue out to rim Gary's ear, leaning over Gary's body to lick at the droplets of sweat edging one ear. He reached one hand around Gary's muscular waist, stroked once down the ridges of Gary's abs, finding his way to Gary's massive cock.
"How does it feel to be sexually dominated by a better man, segone?" Mario asked, belittling Gary. He pulled out until just the head was engulfed inside Gary. Then he gave a loud grunt as he rammed his fuckstick into Gary, his big bull balls crashing against Gary's ass cheeks.
Gary's breath was knocked out of him by that movement, and he was too shocked to even make a sound of protest. Mario pushed Gary's shoulders down with his hands, pushed the legs further apart with his knees and thighs, and moved his body up onto his toes so he could drive as deeply as possible into Gary's perfect muscle ass. Again and again Mario impaled the hard bubble-butt with his dagger of flesh, sinking it deeper and loving the feel of their huge balls colliding. Mario was hitting Gary's sweet spot with every long stroke, and though he tried to keep himself from it, Gary felt himself responding to the brutal thrusts Mario was directing into him.
Mario had Gary by the shoulders still and was now pulling on them, cramming his cock deep into Gary's body with powerful fucking thrusts. Every thrust and stroke drove Gary crazy with lust. Gary as writhed as he used his powerful arms to brace himself in the position Mario had put him in, meeting Mario's powerful hips eagerly as Mario relentlessly stimulated the thick bundles of nerve endings in his prostate. They fucked raw, doggy-style, like animals in heat.
Watching the action in the arena below, Giacomo dalla Torre frowned. Father Giuseppe Toscano leaned over and whispered in the interim Grand Master's ear in Italian: "Shall we begin tests on Formula XIV?" Giacomo shook his head: "Patience Giuseppe, let us not be impulsive! Rome was not built in a day!" Father Tony, also among the spectators, smiled at this.
Down in the Arena, the intensity of sensations that radiated through his lust-crazed body had Mario grunting like an ox in heat. It was fantastic to be fucking this strong, powerful, virile hunk. He bucked into Gary harder, sealing himself to Gary until their thick-muscled torsos were as close together as possible, and began to fuck himself to orgasm. Feeling a sense of real strength, of indomitable power, he humped Gary ferociously, pounding and slamming that tight, hard butt with his engorged bull rod. Every surge of the hard flesh inside Gary scraped over his prostate, and Gary clawed at the mat, muscles bunched, shoulders huge, thighs quivering, sweat rolling down his sides. Rivers of sweat were coursing down Mario's face and torso also. Every muscle in his powerful frame was taut and bulging.
All they could hear were their groans and grunts and the slapping of their sweaty flesh. Then Mario's hands snaked around Gary's hip, fumbling for the hot heavy cock beneath, impossibly erect and wet with need, and swollen balls. His fingers met the heated column, sliding along its length, pumping it in time to his thrusts into Gary's body. Gary gasped beneath Mario, his hips moving away from the mat to meet Mario's thrusts. Suddenly their sweat soaked, naked bodies stiffened, glued together in a mind bending erotic frieze. Then Mario gave Gary's glorious length one long, slow stroke from tip to base and it was Gary's undoing.
Gary's balls roiled, his cock convulsed and then he roared, crying out as he exploded, his seed hot and thick on Mario's fingers as it shot out in spasmodic gushes, spilling over Mario's hand and pooling on the mat beneath them. Their sweat-drenched bodies writhed and squirmed together. Then Mario felt himself lose control. Mario slammed his rod in all the way, feeling the muscular cheeks rest against his groin before sliding nearly all the way out and then driving back into the hot tunnel. With a shout Mario levered himself against Gary's body, forcing his manhood in as deep as he could go. Mario's cock erupted in an explosion of thick, rich spunk wrenched from deep inside him. He held Gary in place as he spent himself deep inside the straining body, spewing into his opponent the essence of his maleness, his body rocked by the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
Mario groaned quietly and fell forward, laying down on Gary, still buried deep inside him, his head resting on Gary's, beefy hard bodies pressed together as their chests heaved. He relaxed against Gary's muscular and sweaty back, holding on to Gary's thick sinewy arms, his softening dick still embedded in Gary's ass as Mario savored the sensation of possession.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, plastered together back-to-chest, feeling Mario's big dick slowly deflating inside Gary's ass. Finally Gary tightened his ass muscles around Mario's cock for a moment, then relaxed again, and they broke apart, both rolling on their backs. They stayed that way for a long time, on the canvas, just laying next to each other.
Mario sat up first, looking down at Gary, whose naked body was gleaming with sweat and cum. Mario admiring the body of the man he had fought and fucked with. His eyes traveled over Gary's solid legs, the tight abdomen, the firm, sculpted chest and strong shoulders, the anaconda sized penis and scrotum that a prize bull would be jealous of. Meanwhile, Gary's eyes traveled over Mario, taking in the magnificent sight of Mario's huge dick already erect and standing tall again. Gary's manhood was also hardening with arousal as it came back to life. Gary's long, thick cock rose like the main mast on a tall ship. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion. His horse sized cock slapped against his ridged abdomen.
"Get up, Mario," Gary said softly. "My turn now."
"Cazzo!" Mario scrambled to his feet. "Are you fantasizing about fucking me? No,tu, figlio di puttana- Only WINNERS get to fuck, losers get fucked, this is the law of nature!"
Down in the Arena, the intensity of sensations that radiated through his lust-crazed body had Mario grunting like an ox in heat. It was fantastic to be fucking this strong, powerful, virile hunk. He bucked into Gary harder, sealing himself to Gary until their thick-muscled torsos were as close together as possible, and began to fuck himself to orgasm. Feeling a sense of real strength, of indomitable power, he humped Gary ferociously, pounding and slamming that tight, hard butt with his engorged bull rod. Every surge of the hard flesh inside Gary scraped over his prostate, and Gary clawed at the mat, muscles bunched, shoulders huge, thighs quivering, sweat rolling down his sides. Rivers of sweat were coursing down Mario's face and torso also. Every muscle in his powerful frame was taut and bulging.
All they could hear were their groans and grunts and the slapping of their sweaty flesh. Then Mario's hands snaked around Gary's hip, fumbling for the hot heavy cock beneath, impossibly erect and wet with need, and swollen balls. His fingers met the heated column, sliding along its length, pumping it in time to his thrusts into Gary's body. Gary gasped beneath Mario, his hips moving away from the mat to meet Mario's thrusts. Suddenly their sweat soaked, naked bodies stiffened, glued together in a mind bending erotic frieze. Then Mario gave Gary's glorious length one long, slow stroke from tip to base and it was Gary's undoing.
Gary's balls roiled, his cock convulsed and then he roared, crying out as he exploded, his seed hot and thick on Mario's fingers as it shot out in spasmodic gushes, spilling over Mario's hand and pooling on the mat beneath them. Their sweat-drenched bodies writhed and squirmed together. Then Mario felt himself lose control. Mario slammed his rod in all the way, feeling the muscular cheeks rest against his groin before sliding nearly all the way out and then driving back into the hot tunnel. With a shout Mario levered himself against Gary's body, forcing his manhood in as deep as he could go. Mario's cock erupted in an explosion of thick, rich spunk wrenched from deep inside him. He held Gary in place as he spent himself deep inside the straining body, spewing into his opponent the essence of his maleness, his body rocked by the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
Mario groaned quietly and fell forward, laying down on Gary, still buried deep inside him, his head resting on Gary's, beefy hard bodies pressed together as their chests heaved. He relaxed against Gary's muscular and sweaty back, holding on to Gary's thick sinewy arms, his softening dick still embedded in Gary's ass as Mario savored the sensation of possession.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, plastered together back-to-chest, feeling Mario's big dick slowly deflating inside Gary's ass. Finally Gary tightened his ass muscles around Mario's cock for a moment, then relaxed again, and they broke apart, both rolling on their backs. They stayed that way for a long time, on the canvas, just laying next to each other.
Mario sat up first, looking down at Gary, whose naked body was gleaming with sweat and cum. Mario admiring the body of the man he had fought and fucked with. His eyes traveled over Gary's solid legs, the tight abdomen, the firm, sculpted chest and strong shoulders, the anaconda sized penis and scrotum that a prize bull would be jealous of. Meanwhile, Gary's eyes traveled over Mario, taking in the magnificent sight of Mario's huge dick already erect and standing tall again. Gary's manhood was also hardening with arousal as it came back to life. Gary's long, thick cock rose like the main mast on a tall ship. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion. His horse sized cock slapped against his ridged abdomen.
"Get up, Mario," Gary said softly. "My turn now."
"Cazzo!" Mario scrambled to his feet. "Are you fantasizing about fucking me? No,tu, figlio di puttana- Only WINNERS get to fuck, losers get fucked, this is the law of nature!"
"Come on, stud," Gary said, his eyes lighting with a fiendish animal lust. "You've had your turn and now it's mine."
Mario snorted scornfully. "I do believe I won the fight...which makes me the better man, wouldn't you agree?"
Gary tensed. "You know I slipped. I not complaining, those are the breaks sometimes. But I think I am entitled to a wrestling re-match, What do you say, you game?" he stated emphatically, looking directly into Mario's eyes.
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| Gary Demands a Rematch |
Up above, Giacomo dalla Torre leaned forward, "Perhaps this day will not be a total loss!" he muttered to Father Giuseppe, who smiled.
In the Arena, Mario scrutinized Gary for a long moment, then gave a curt nod. "OK, you have got your rematch. Same rules, and same stakes, Loser gets fucked. I want my cock back up your hot ass. Perhaps THEN you will have learned the humility to be molded into a great warrior!"
"OK, buddy, then let's wrestle." Gary responded.
Mario hunkered down in wrestling position, ready to lock up with Gary. Gary did the same. They approached each other, got their hands on each other's shoulders, Gary slipped his hand behind Mario's neck, and they started to circle each other. Gary shot his hand out, catching Mario behind the knee, and pulled up, toppling Mario back. Gary landed on top of Mario, swung around, catching Mario in a deep crotch hold, trying to cradle Mario up into a fast pin. But Mario managed to bridge back, preventing Gary from getting his shoulders down, and got one arm around Gary's neck, slipped the other arm through his legs, and rolled Gary over on his back. Now Mario was close to pinning Gary, but Gary rolled through, and away from him. Gary stood up, ready to lock up again. Mario again matted Gary, but his hold was incomplete, and the American pulled a quick reverse, ending up atop Mario. Gary seeks to press his advantage, but he is duped by a ruse by Mario, who breaks Gary's hold, and once again the two are facing each other in fighting crouches.
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| Gary reversed on top of Mario, swung around, catching Mario in a arm hold, trying to cradle Mario up into a fast pin. |
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| Mario Tries to Bridge Out of Gary's Armlock |
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| Gary secures his hold, thwarting Mario's attempted escape |
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| Mario feigns weakness, and Gary is taken in by the ruse, relaxing the pressure to gain a better position, but a moment later the Italian pulls a reversal on Gary |
The two men circled each other again, gauging where to strike. Mario made the first move, catching Gary in a headlock that Gary immediately broke out of. Then Gary grabbed Mario around the waist and executed a belly-to-belly suplex, from which Mario rolled to his feet without missing a beat. They grappled at each other pulling, pushing, each trying to unbalance the other and bring him to the canvas. Their breathing labored as they tried unsuccessfully to take each other by surprise, cinch in holds that the other quickly freed himself from.
Every time one of them locked on a hold the other found a counter, or slipped out of his grasp. They made a sensual pair, both grunting with effort as their naked bodies, rippling, bulging and gleaming with heavy muscle, coiled around each other in the intense fight. Their sweat poured down their naked bodies in streams. As they grappled, nothing mattered any longer except for the primitive ferocity of their fight: the harsh breathing, the straining muscles, the grunting clash of bodies. Finally Gary tried to bend Mario low so Mario would think he was trying to force the struggle on the floor. But instead Gary quickly untangled an arm and slipped it under Mario's leg, heaved him up off his feet and Mario crashed on the canvas.
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| Time for some payback! Some fucking restitution for all the hurt you have laid on me! |
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| I am the Master NOW, MUTHA-FUCKER! |
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| The cock is crowing well before the dawn, hissed Mario, undaunted |
Gary dropped to his knees at Mario's left side, clamping his right arm tight about Mario's neck and pulling upward and backward. Choking in the headlock, Mario reared up, lashing out uselessly with his hands and trying to rise to his feet. Rising with him as Mario did so, Gary released the hold, but in the same instant seized the back of Mario's neck with both hands and thrust him suddenly and violently downward. The momentum of Mario's own movements added to the brutal force with which his forehead hit the mat. For a moment Mario was dazed. Swiftly Gary turned in his standing position and dropped down to seat himself on the small of Mario's back. Mario shifts and rolls over, but Gary quickly is back on him, straddling his adversary and grabbing the Italian's head, pounding it against the floor until Mario was seeing stars.
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| Gary straddles his adversary and grabbing the Italian's head, pounding it against the floor until Mario was seeing stars |
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| You were invincible like Samson once, Mario, but as in Judges 13:20-21, You thought you would go out as at other times, and shake yourself free. But you did not know that the Lord had left you... and so like the Philistines I shall seize you and gouge out your eyes! |
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| Aarrgggh, things didn't mmmmaargh turn out so great for the Philistines, did they OOOOGHHH, Gary! |
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| But Jesus and Tebow weren't on their side, like they are with me! |
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| Damn straight, Murica, FUCK YEAH! |
Leaning forward, Gary slid his hands along the muscled ridge of Mario's thighs, then down to hook them underneath the outstretched legs just above the knees. A strong sharp upward tug, and Mario's legs were in the air, his body beginning to fold in two at the waist, caught in a Boston Crab, the pressure on his spine reaching crisis point. With a cry, Mario began to kick and squirm, raising himself on his hands in a vain attempt to shake Gary off, trying to alter the cruel angle at which his body was bending and ease the pain. There was nothing he could do. Gary was leaning far back now, his legs were trapped tight under Mario's armpits, there was nowhere for Mario to go. Further and further back Gary leaned, 'till it seemed that at any second he would hear Mario's spine snap. Mario 's grunts turned into moans and groans now, but still he was struggling, still instinctively resisting with all the courage and refusal to surrender that were the hallmarks of a great wrestler. But Gary had him.
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| Gary grabbed Mario up in a sitting stretch, like the strappado of the Inquisition of old! |
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| Confess your sin of inferiority to the Grand Inquisitor, Garymada! |
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| I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition--growled Mario Nobody does --quipped Gary |
"Come on, Mario, give it up!" Gary grunted through clenched teeth. "It's all over now. Give it up like a good boy and tell me I'm the better man."
"When I meet the better man than I, Mario will let him know, but you are not that man, not yet at least, and perhaps never!"
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| Gary puts Mario in a stretcher hold, and to those watching, Mario looked like The Lord and Savior on the cross, and they all crossed themselves! |
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| Yield, and spare yourself more hurt, I promise I will be easy on your ass when I claim my prize! |
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| A fanabla! Go...to...Hell! |
"A fanabla! Go...to...Hell!" was the only reply. as Mario played the last few moments back in his head trying to get a handle on things. What had happened? He had always been able to read Gary, to anticipate his moves, but THIS Gary had a sudden speed, surety and deftness he had never encountered before. Gary tightened the hold still further. The sweat was dripping off him on to his prostrate opponent, mingling with Mario's own. Mario's breathing was harsh and agonized.
"Hey Mario, you know, you'd better give it up before you really get hurt here, pal. All ya gotta do is say one little word and it'll all be over. One little word, Mario - just tell me you submit."
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| Gary decided since Mario needed further persuasion, to soften him up with some punches to the head! |
"I gave you a chance, now I guess I will have to turn it up a bit. You know, as much as I like to "ground and pound" my opponents, I really enjoy "standing and banging". Let me introduce your head to my fist...."
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| I am enjoying using your head as a speed bag! |
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| Seeing birdies? I got a few more to show you! Time to get down and dirty. |
"Seeing birdies? I got a few more to show you! Time to get down and dirty. You did say no rules, right?"
But Mario was tougher than Gary imagined, and before Gary realize what was happening, he had broken free and hit Gary with a punch so hard he rang his bell like a high striker at a carnival!
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| Gary went for a low blow, a ball-breaking punch to the nuts! |
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| Che rottura di balle! --shrieked a newly soprano Mario What's the matter, Father? Never been slugged in the nuts before? Hurts, don't it?--sneered Gary |
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| Gary maneuvered Mario into a Fireman's carry in set-up for a back-breaker |
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| Limp as boiled spaghetti, Mario was not putting up any resistance |
"What's the matter, Father? Never been slugged in the nuts before? Hurts, don't it?" sneered Gary, as he maneuvered the pain-wracked Mario, into a fire-man's carry, as set up for a back-breaker, which he completed leaving Mario flat on his back. But just as Gary thought he heard the fat lady singing, and paused to appreciate the moment, Mario scrambled to his feet, albeit in a pained crouch.
"What is the guy the Terminator? Just when you think he is down!"
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| What is this guy the Terminator?--wondered Gary |
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| Mario's balls still ached like the dickens |
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| Hmmmm --thought Gary, I should sweep his legs and bring him to ground! |
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| I can't allow this Italian cyborg to regain the initiative, he is just too damn good--mused Gary |
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| One last chance to yield 'Father Ravioli'! |
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| Don't say I didn't give you a chance! |
Gary was using his offer as a chance to catch his breath, but before his opponent could also recover he swept the legs out from under the sluggish Italian, knocked him to his back and dove on top of the veteran grappler, pressing his own body hard down on his foe. "Ready to tap out now, you persistent prick!"--hissed Gary.
No reply. Instead, Gary felt Mario's body heaving and straining beneath him, making one last supreme effort to escape. As Mario raised himself one last time underneath him, Gary made sure that Mario's legs were securely held under his arms and then threw himself backward, stretching out to his full six-foot plus and bending Mario's back towards a right angle. There was an audible snap and Mario fell to the floor, holding his severely sprained knee.
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| * Mario vomited a slew of epithets in Italian, considered too rude to repeat even for THIS blog* |
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| It was clear that Mario wasn't getting up from this! |
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| ...and the winner in the blue poser...shouted Gary |
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| ...is Gary!!!!! USA! USA! USA! |
The force of the move was too much for Mario. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he screamed. "I submit! God damn and fuck you to hell, I submit!" Gary released his legs, and rolled off him to one side.
Several minutes passed before Gary sat up. His gaze travelled slowly over every visible inch of the long, muscled body stretched out at full length before him. Mario lay there on his front, still gasping for breath, showing his muscled ass, broad back and muscular legs. The taut, perfect ass-cheeks beckoned Gary on, and his cock swelled as he imagined plowing them. For moments Gary sat there, enjoying the feeling of total control, savoring the knowledge of what he was about to do. Then he was kneading the muscular half-moon of Mario's butt, his hands grasping and releasing the taut globes of smooth, ass-flesh pointing up at him, pushing them apart to reveal the deep valley and the tiny puckered opening. Finally he grabbed Mario by the shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. Mario looked up at Gary resentfully. "Looks like you lost this time, broseph," Gary said.
"Si." Mario's eyes moved over Gary's naked, gleaming, muscled flesh, before stopping at the cock raging and jutting out at him. "Cazzo--"
"Exactly, Mario. I'm going to fuck you, mate."
Gary spat in his hand and rubbed the warm saliva around his now massive dick. Mario lay on the floor, knowing he was about to get the bejesus fucked out of him. Moving into place between the thighs of the other man, Gary hooked Mario's long, strong legs over his beefy boulder like shoulders. He leaned over Mario, bending Mario double, bracing himself on one hand. Using his other hand, Gary lined up his steel hard rod with Mario's sweat slicked hole. Mario saw Gary aim that iron pipe at his chute and closed his eyes.
"Time to fuck," Gary said. Catching his breath, he pushed forward. Pushing forward more, Gary felt the anus muscle slip, and all at once the swollen wide tip of his cock slid in. Mario's eyes widened with shock at the initial pain as Gary eased a short distance inside him, the long thick shaft moving forward slowly. Mario's pained gasp signaled his body's instinctual reluctance to admit entry.
Gary hissed as he forced his long, thick cock through the tight ring of muscle. He couldn't believe how tight it was. That butt-hole felt so good welcoming him in, he wanted to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Staring down where their flesh met and became one, still guiding himself with one hand, Gary watched inch after inch of his thick cock penetrate the hot channel of Mario's rectum. Gary was rock hard, his massive cock weeping copious amonts of pre-cum as he forced his cock into that tight, tight ass, feeling Mario's body quivering beneath him. He thrust forward, slowly but still firmly, determined and undeniable, until he was fully sheathed inside of his mentor.
His sinewy thighs pinned back, Mario felt Gary's weight settle into place."Ahhh, so good," Gary groaned, his cock buried in Mario's gripping channel. Mario was so tight and hot. Gary paused for a moment, letting their bodies adjust, forcing himself not to come. After his breathing returned to normal, Gary slowly withdrew to the head, then pushed his dick back into Mario, sliding it in all the way until his low-slung jumbo egg sized balls rested on Mario's asscheeks. Shifting his hips he began a slow, deep thrusting motion into Mario's tight hole so that on every plunge the thick head of his cock glided over the other man's prostate.
The center of Gary's existence became his hard dick, plunging in and out of Mario's asshole. Both men grunted, one with the effort of thrusting, the other with the incredible co-mingled pain and pleasure feeling of being filled. Meanwhile, Mario registered each rough inch of Gary's long-dick-style strokes. He felt Gary poke into that spot deep in his body. In reaction. pleasure ripped through Mario's veins, causing him to buck violently, as Gary's hard shaft continued to poke at his sensitive gland. Soon Mario's cock was taut against his sweat-slicked six-pack, each bulging vein clearly delineated.
Mario's legs dropped heavily from Gary's shoulders, knees spread, feet flat on the floor, as Gary continued the slow pumping action inside of him, engorged cock penetrating to the hilt. Gary shifted his movements again so that he drove straight through the heart of Mario. He pierced the other wrestler with his driving lust, sparking mind-numbing pleasure inside Mario again and again, causing Mario's cock to twitch violently as it now was rubbed between two incrediblely well-muscled stomachs. Mario moaned and panted as Gary claimed him, intertwining their legs, thrusting his hyper-engorged, steel-hard cock against Gary's hard flat abs.
Long-muscled legs slid over each other; sculpted, sweat covered chests pressed close; the room lights picked up glistening skin flexing over hard-packed muscles as their bodies writhed together in unbridled passion. Mario's cock, throbbing between their tight bodies, was rubbed with increasing friction against Gary's hard abdomen. Mario scissored his powerful legs around Gary's muscular waist, bringing his hips up to meet each thrust, his strong fingers digging into Gary's sweaty shoulders, using their abs for masturbation, loving the feeling of the two sets of rippling rock hard stomach muscles on either side of his dick. Burying himself to the hilt and soon, nothing existed but their sweat-soaked skin sliding together. Gary's cock was searing liquid fire in Mario's ass, as the American furiously fucked his Italian trainer, accompanied only by their grunts and groans and whimpers. Mario held Gary's body tighter with his strong legs and planted his hands on Gary's firm ass, pulling Gary deeper inside him.
Several minutes passed before Gary sat up. His gaze travelled slowly over every visible inch of the long, muscled body stretched out at full length before him. Mario lay there on his front, still gasping for breath, showing his muscled ass, broad back and muscular legs. The taut, perfect ass-cheeks beckoned Gary on, and his cock swelled as he imagined plowing them. For moments Gary sat there, enjoying the feeling of total control, savoring the knowledge of what he was about to do. Then he was kneading the muscular half-moon of Mario's butt, his hands grasping and releasing the taut globes of smooth, ass-flesh pointing up at him, pushing them apart to reveal the deep valley and the tiny puckered opening. Finally he grabbed Mario by the shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. Mario looked up at Gary resentfully. "Looks like you lost this time, broseph," Gary said.
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| Looks like you lost this time, broseph! Holler for Team America! |
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| Mr. 'Green Acres', my ass, MUTHAFUCKAH! This 'Pure Coloradan Cowboy' won this rodeo, and beat your ass 'Signore Rigatoni'--crowed a triumphant Gary |
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| Let me hear you holler for the COWBOY CLERIC! |
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| Time to collect my prize!! |
"Si." Mario's eyes moved over Gary's naked, gleaming, muscled flesh, before stopping at the cock raging and jutting out at him. "Cazzo--"
"Exactly, Mario. I'm going to fuck you, mate."
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| Exactly, Mario. I'm going to fuck you, mate! |
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| Time to Fuck!--announced Gary |
Gary spat in his hand and rubbed the warm saliva around his now massive dick. Mario lay on the floor, knowing he was about to get the bejesus fucked out of him. Moving into place between the thighs of the other man, Gary hooked Mario's long, strong legs over his beefy boulder like shoulders. He leaned over Mario, bending Mario double, bracing himself on one hand. Using his other hand, Gary lined up his steel hard rod with Mario's sweat slicked hole. Mario saw Gary aim that iron pipe at his chute and closed his eyes.
"Time to fuck," Gary said. Catching his breath, he pushed forward. Pushing forward more, Gary felt the anus muscle slip, and all at once the swollen wide tip of his cock slid in. Mario's eyes widened with shock at the initial pain as Gary eased a short distance inside him, the long thick shaft moving forward slowly. Mario's pained gasp signaled his body's instinctual reluctance to admit entry.
Gary hissed as he forced his long, thick cock through the tight ring of muscle. He couldn't believe how tight it was. That butt-hole felt so good welcoming him in, he wanted to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. Staring down where their flesh met and became one, still guiding himself with one hand, Gary watched inch after inch of his thick cock penetrate the hot channel of Mario's rectum. Gary was rock hard, his massive cock weeping copious amonts of pre-cum as he forced his cock into that tight, tight ass, feeling Mario's body quivering beneath him. He thrust forward, slowly but still firmly, determined and undeniable, until he was fully sheathed inside of his mentor.
His sinewy thighs pinned back, Mario felt Gary's weight settle into place."Ahhh, so good," Gary groaned, his cock buried in Mario's gripping channel. Mario was so tight and hot. Gary paused for a moment, letting their bodies adjust, forcing himself not to come. After his breathing returned to normal, Gary slowly withdrew to the head, then pushed his dick back into Mario, sliding it in all the way until his low-slung jumbo egg sized balls rested on Mario's asscheeks. Shifting his hips he began a slow, deep thrusting motion into Mario's tight hole so that on every plunge the thick head of his cock glided over the other man's prostate.
The center of Gary's existence became his hard dick, plunging in and out of Mario's asshole. Both men grunted, one with the effort of thrusting, the other with the incredible co-mingled pain and pleasure feeling of being filled. Meanwhile, Mario registered each rough inch of Gary's long-dick-style strokes. He felt Gary poke into that spot deep in his body. In reaction. pleasure ripped through Mario's veins, causing him to buck violently, as Gary's hard shaft continued to poke at his sensitive gland. Soon Mario's cock was taut against his sweat-slicked six-pack, each bulging vein clearly delineated.
Mario's legs dropped heavily from Gary's shoulders, knees spread, feet flat on the floor, as Gary continued the slow pumping action inside of him, engorged cock penetrating to the hilt. Gary shifted his movements again so that he drove straight through the heart of Mario. He pierced the other wrestler with his driving lust, sparking mind-numbing pleasure inside Mario again and again, causing Mario's cock to twitch violently as it now was rubbed between two incrediblely well-muscled stomachs. Mario moaned and panted as Gary claimed him, intertwining their legs, thrusting his hyper-engorged, steel-hard cock against Gary's hard flat abs.
Long-muscled legs slid over each other; sculpted, sweat covered chests pressed close; the room lights picked up glistening skin flexing over hard-packed muscles as their bodies writhed together in unbridled passion. Mario's cock, throbbing between their tight bodies, was rubbed with increasing friction against Gary's hard abdomen. Mario scissored his powerful legs around Gary's muscular waist, bringing his hips up to meet each thrust, his strong fingers digging into Gary's sweaty shoulders, using their abs for masturbation, loving the feeling of the two sets of rippling rock hard stomach muscles on either side of his dick. Burying himself to the hilt and soon, nothing existed but their sweat-soaked skin sliding together. Gary's cock was searing liquid fire in Mario's ass, as the American furiously fucked his Italian trainer, accompanied only by their grunts and groans and whimpers. Mario held Gary's body tighter with his strong legs and planted his hands on Gary's firm ass, pulling Gary deeper inside him.
Strength and virility were boiling in their veins. Groaning, grunting and thrusting their hips at each other, long rough growls escaped from their throats. They rammed their tongues into each other's mouth, roughly, raping the other's mouth, breathing into each other, both men moaning into the kiss. Then they broke the kiss, gasping for air desperately.
Gary increased the speed and intensity of his fucking, strokes growing savage, almost brutal. It was like some other side of him was in control, fervent, bestial, primal! He drove his spearing masculinity into the shithole of this man whose big cock had earlier been sliding in and out of his own ass. "Revenge is a dish best served flaming hot," thought Primal Gary as his ID ran roughshod over his SUPEREGO; just as he ran roughshod over his wrestling master. "Master, you mean so called-master," the brutish Gary argued with himself. "...and he thought he was the king of the ring, ruler of the wrestling cage, who is the fucking king NOW, MUTHAFUCKER!" fumed the beast in Gary's form. All that was articulated in words however, were savage groans and grunts, like that of a feral beast.
Beast Gary fucked Mario with crazy, wild abandon, thrusting into Mario over and over at a bone-jarring pace. He was roughly ramming against Mario and Mario returned every thrust, Mario's cock fucking Brute Gary's abs as Primal Gary slid and bucked, the two of them grunting loudly, voices rising to loud, rough, deep, growl-moans.
Savage Gary clamped his mouth down on Mario's, grinding his cock deep into Mario again and again, crushing Mario more firmly into the yielding mat. They kissed, tongues lashing out at each other in a different kind of wrestling match, until finally Bestial Gary could stand it no longer and he roared into Mario's mouth. Simultaneously Fiend Gary's empowered cock shot within Mario, detonating with a string of possessive growls, spraying jet after jet of cream, coating the inside of Mario's guts.
Mario felt Barbarian Gary's hotness flood his hole. He arched as the wild heat caused by each of Brute Gary's animalistic movements intensified on his dick, pressured between his body and the creature in Gary's form. The friction as six-packed abs slid up and down the thickness of his cock caused him to lose all control. "Gary...ohhh fuck..." Mario gasped as his cock exploded. Mario's lips curved upwards in a smile of pure pleasure, as he convulsively spurted his hot muscleman jizz between their sweating, sliding bodies. The two muscled Goliaths growled, their bodies locked, shining with sweat, their muscles hard, cum and sweat mixing between them. They clung to each other, every muscle trembling and shuddering with each delicious wave of sensation savoring the exquisite spasms of their dicks, relishing the feel, smell, taste, sound and sight of their lust-crazed bodies. Their naked bodies wracked with jerks and spasms as they played out the last of their cum drained balls, and their mouths locked again as their Herculean orgasms begin to ebb.
At last, they released each other, rolled apart, sat up again. Gary's head began to clear, and as the Mister Hyde within him receded, the amiable, chill Gary returned.
Gary whispered, "How was that, buddy?"
"Fucking awesome!!" was all that Mario could get his lips to say.
Gary said, "Think we gotta have a few more private practices like this. You agree, teach?"
Mario, still was bewildered by what had transpired, but was a good sport and just grinned and nodded once, then said, "About time we showered and got out of here." He stood on slightly shaky knees. Gary nodded too and stood . The two looked at one another for a moment of silent understanding. Mario opened his arms, pulling Gary's rugged, sweat covered torso to his own brawny frame, wrapping his arms around Gary's broad shoulders. They hugged, gripping each other tightly, their muscular bodies entwined.
Savage Gary clamped his mouth down on Mario's, grinding his cock deep into Mario again and again, crushing Mario more firmly into the yielding mat. They kissed, tongues lashing out at each other in a different kind of wrestling match, until finally Bestial Gary could stand it no longer and he roared into Mario's mouth. Simultaneously Fiend Gary's empowered cock shot within Mario, detonating with a string of possessive growls, spraying jet after jet of cream, coating the inside of Mario's guts.
Mario felt Barbarian Gary's hotness flood his hole. He arched as the wild heat caused by each of Brute Gary's animalistic movements intensified on his dick, pressured between his body and the creature in Gary's form. The friction as six-packed abs slid up and down the thickness of his cock caused him to lose all control. "Gary...ohhh fuck..." Mario gasped as his cock exploded. Mario's lips curved upwards in a smile of pure pleasure, as he convulsively spurted his hot muscleman jizz between their sweating, sliding bodies. The two muscled Goliaths growled, their bodies locked, shining with sweat, their muscles hard, cum and sweat mixing between them. They clung to each other, every muscle trembling and shuddering with each delicious wave of sensation savoring the exquisite spasms of their dicks, relishing the feel, smell, taste, sound and sight of their lust-crazed bodies. Their naked bodies wracked with jerks and spasms as they played out the last of their cum drained balls, and their mouths locked again as their Herculean orgasms begin to ebb.
At last, they released each other, rolled apart, sat up again. Gary's head began to clear, and as the Mister Hyde within him receded, the amiable, chill Gary returned.
Gary whispered, "How was that, buddy?"
"Fucking awesome!!" was all that Mario could get his lips to say.
Gary said, "Think we gotta have a few more private practices like this. You agree, teach?"
Mario, still was bewildered by what had transpired, but was a good sport and just grinned and nodded once, then said, "About time we showered and got out of here." He stood on slightly shaky knees. Gary nodded too and stood . The two looked at one another for a moment of silent understanding. Mario opened his arms, pulling Gary's rugged, sweat covered torso to his own brawny frame, wrapping his arms around Gary's broad shoulders. They hugged, gripping each other tightly, their muscular bodies entwined.
Up above, Giacomo dalla Torre was smiling. "You see Giuseppe, we just needed to give the formula time to truly kick in. Patience is a virtue! We must be cautious, and run some more trials with some of the other recruits, but I am optimistic. If this is how it works on a recruit, imagine what we can do when we put one of our masters like Father Mario into the trials!" He winked at Father Tony. Tony grinned like the cat that ate the canary at this prospect.
Giuseppe said nothing, as overly excited by what he was watching below, he was busy stroking his own cock under his cassock, imagining himself intertwined with Formula XIII Gary!
~fine...o è?~
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Gary and friends will be back in FUTURE ADVENTURES!
DEFINITELY ONE OF YOUR BEST !!!!!!!! JACKED OFF AND I"M STILL HARD AS ROCK ! CONGRATS !!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteA new bar for excitement! I will be posting this on my blog!
ReplyDeleteTotally incredible! You seem to outdo yourself with each new story Thanks!
ReplyDeleteABSOLUTLY ONE OF YOUR BEST !!! Love it, enjoyed it VERY much! Thanks and congrats!
ReplyDeleteThis one definitely rises to the top of a big list of great stories on The Mule Blog. Absolutely loved it! Thanks to the entire team and Happy Holidays to all.
ReplyDeleteI'll write more when I can use both hands....fuckin hot. Gary and Mario makes toes curl as cocks throb . Watching every clever angle drawn , with so much muscle bulging between 2 hairy bull gods, along with a text that knows exactly what flips primal switches, is once again breeding material. Glad he won finally, although watching Mule or him get trounced up , always hot too. Forcing those slabs of beef into holds by other mounds of mass, and watching their faces wrench in pain, juices me up. The taunts are incredibly lubing too......great job again . Thanks men.
ReplyDeletetwo incredibly hot furry musclestuds -- hope we get to see more of both of them!!!
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