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| It's a doggy dog world out there! Don't take things for granite ! |
STORY BY MULE, BASED ON A SUGGESTION FROM BlOG READER BlkHercules, ART BY ARTIST BRAH AND ENRIQUE NIETO NADAL, EDITING AND ADDITIONAL IMAGE WRANGLING BY STEFAN
The devil went down to Dallas
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this muscle man
benchin' on a incline bench and liftin' alot
And the devil jumped
into the nearby squat rack
And said, "bro, do you you even lift?
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a bodybuilder too
And if you'd care to take a dare,
I'll make a bet with you
Now I hear you also wrestle pretty good, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a belt of gold
Against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The muscle man said, "my name's Mule
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Mule, flex your muscle large,
and stretch and limber up to wrestle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Texas
and the devil deals the wrestling card.
And if you win you get this shiny belt made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul
The devil put his singlet on and
And he said, "Time to start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he squared up to wrestle at the go
When he flexed his muscles large and ripped
And he made an evil hiss
And a band of demon chicks cheered him
And them horned bishes made a mighty din
Then an angel intervened in that
and said let me have my fun
Therefore not so fast you dark demonic twat
First you have to fight me, son
I was posing in the mirror fretting about my lack of the much sought after GAINZ, when I heard a voice say behind me in a slick, late-night infomercial scam voice: "You want GAINZ? I can get you GAINZ! All for A low, low price...HECK it is essentially free, at least in terms of cash, more of a barter, a trade for something you will never need, or use ...basically... Let me show you!"
The devil went down to Dallas
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this muscle man
benchin' on a incline bench and liftin' alot
And the devil jumped
into the nearby squat rack
And said, "bro, do you you even lift?
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a bodybuilder too
And if you'd care to take a dare,
I'll make a bet with you
Now I hear you also wrestle pretty good, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a belt of gold
Against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The muscle man said, "my name's Mule
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Mule, flex your muscle large,
and stretch and limber up to wrestle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Texas
and the devil deals the wrestling card.
And if you win you get this shiny belt made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul
The devil put his singlet on and
And he said, "Time to start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he squared up to wrestle at the go
When he flexed his muscles large and ripped
And he made an evil hiss
And a band of demon chicks cheered him
And them horned bishes made a mighty din
Then an angel intervened in that
and said let me have my fun
Therefore not so fast you dark demonic twat
First you have to fight me, son
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I was posing in the mirror fretting about my lack of the much sought after GAINZ, when I heard a voice say behind me in a slick, late-night infomercial scam voice: "You want GAINZ? I can get you GAINZ! All for A low, low price...HECK it is essentially free, at least in terms of cash, more of a barter, a trade for something you will never need, or use ...basically... Let me show you!"
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| Where am I? |
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| Imagine looking like this Mule? |
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| You likee Mule? I LIKEE!!!!! I replied. |
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| I can make this happen, for a low, low price, nothing you will need, something you will never miss! |
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| I might...all depends... I interjected. The devil shrugged: What wouldn't you give to look like this? |
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| Imagine the sloots you will attract!!!! |
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| Leave him alone, Devil! |
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| You know his soul is more mine than yours, bruh! Have you even read his blog? |
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| Not so fast Devil, he still loves puppers, feeds squirrels peanuts, sheds manly tears from time to time, there is good in him... |
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| You got to be kidding me BOY SCOUT, are you really that gullible, the sins of this guy are Internet famous! |
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| All men are sinners, few are past redemption, I am not giving up on him because he has lived a colorful life and broke or bent a commandment or two, or three...or five... |
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| Nonsense, Mule is mainly motivated by rapacious carnal appetites, and that is my bailiwick not yours, Heavenly Choir Boy, so why don't you run along now, and find yourself a nice dorky virgin to watch out for, this MULE is MINE. |
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| I am Mule's guardian angel, I shall not let you take this man's soul without a fight! |
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| Prepare to rumble devil, while Mule was learning BJJ, training and brawling I was there with him, learning along with him, profiting in my combat abilities from each of his victories and each of his defeats... |
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| I have redeemed bigger scoundrels than Mule, compared to the some of the souls I saved, Mule is a Cub Scout! ~Hey, I am standing right here, dude! I interjected.~ |
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| You don't get it Cloud Jockey, Mule doesn't WANT to be redeemed, he wants what I can give him, SLOOTS GALORE, UNGODLY GAINZ, BIG THICK SINFULLY DELICIOUS STEAKS, any carnal reward he can imagine and that boy can imagine quite a bit, what can you offer him, an eternity of utter boredom? ~I am still standing RIGHT HERE, you guys! I noted.~ |
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| To get to Mule, you have to go through ME! If you have the balls, that is! |
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| You don't want to tangle with ME, Goody Two-shoes, I don't fight by any Marquis of Queensbury rules, I fight DIRTY! |
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| Bring it, Hell Spawn! |
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| The eternal foes began to exchange blows... I was wishing I had popcorn! |
The fight went on for a few minutes with neither gaining the advantage, the DIABOLICAL ONE, changed his strategy, after all Mephistopheles was his name, and temptation was his game.
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| No need to fight over this lousy soul, no need for a zero-sum game, let me have his soul, and you get a little something- something too... |
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| Do not try to tempt me demon, I am an angel of the Lord, not a mortal man, I am not susceptible to your wiles and enticements... |
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| Of course not, angels never give in to my blandishments, it is not like 1/3 of the heavenly host joined my rebellion, oh wait... and with that he gave a booming, sinister guffaw. |
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| I will not be tempted by the longings of my loins, take that infernal seductress from my Holy Sight, Devil! |
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| The seductress purred: Don't be bashful Angel, before you commit to refusal would you not want to sample the delights I offer, a free sample before you decide one way or another? |
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| My virtue and my honor are not up for negotiation, I will not be tempted by the likes of you! |
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| Your words say NO, NO, NO, but that erect penis you got there says YES, YES, YES!!! |
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| I will not join you in your damnation, away with you and the pleasures of the flesh, you so seductively offer! |
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| Now, now don't be so dramatic, don't you want just a little taste of this? Before you refuse, try just a free sample, nothing lost, just so you don't go through all eternity ignorant of what you have refused, how can you make a claim to virtue, if you don't truly understand the sensual delights you are forgoing, consider it research... |
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| I will be strong, I will be strong! I put in my two cents: They got a point Angel, you don't want to go through eternity as a virgin, just take the free sample on offer, it is like those you get at the grocery store, I never pass those up! |
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| I never imagined it would feel like this... I agreed: Nothing like some poontang once you've had some! |
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| Oh YES, YES, YES, I want to feel this way again and again!! Easy there Angel boy, you are going to fuck that demon right through the stone, remember you just want a taste, you don't want to go completely to the DARK SIDE. |
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| I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck for all eternity! Oops, I thought, I think I done fucked up again, I was just trying to be the good guy but this Angel was hornier than I imagined, I guess billions of years of blue balls will do that to a guy, didn't factor that in, my bad. |
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| Free sample over, time to pay the piper! The infernal sloot hissed. Demonic Whore, I should stop, but I can't, I can't! I must have MORE! MORE! MORE!!!!!!!! |
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| Show me the delights I have been denied for so long.. |
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| Let us get some privacy Angel stud, and leave these two to chat... |
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| Wow, I feel drained...but happy, oh so happy, and I am craving a nap, but Angels don't sleep! |
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| Enough chit chat Mule, time to make a deal, Mule, what do you want...Hot chicks, gainz, protein, improved combat skills??? |
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| Tick tock Mule, time is awasting, what can I offer you to close this deal? |
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| I got places to be, tortures to devise, don't take up my precious time! |
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| C'mon kid, I may be eternal, but I am not getting any younger waiting for you to make up your mind, CHOOSE! |
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| No, Mule!, Wait! |
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| He can only offer you fleeting rewards, when you have an eternity to lose! |
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| Don't give in to temptation like I did, you can select another champion according to the ancient rules... |
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| Don't listen to this winged pussy boy, when have you ever walked away from temptation, impulse control is not your strong suit Mule, I got quotas to fill, let's get this show on the road ...what is it that you most desire? Let's make a deal... |
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| But I am not a barbarian, let us negotiate over snacks! |
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| We can just eat some meat, wine and cheese...or if you prefer, I can whip you up a protein smoothie... |
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| ~What about this alternative champion idea, I sort of like the sound of that...~ |
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| Never mind about all that, Mule. You are killing me here, just make up your mind about what you want, and let us get this done, don't be drumming up all this ancient fine print legalese and angelic tort crap. |
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| In come a heavenly host of angelic attorneys... |
A heavenly court case ensues, with motion, countermotion, and strenuous objections...
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| I present to you my impeachable case, his soul is mine and your arguments are invalid! |
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| Your so called evidence is inadmissible Devil, his soul may be a bit sketchy, but he isn't damnable, yet! |
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| I enter as exhibit 10, his blogposts, tell me they don't point to his damnation! |
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| Objection cry the Angels, those are heavily fictionalized accounts, he does tend to exaggerate... |
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| AHA! BUT BIBLICAL RULES, SINS OF THE MIND ARE AS PUNISHABLE AS SINS OF THE DEED! |
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| Has he not coveted? Has he not revelled in his sinful thoughts? |
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| His blog may be considered confession, and in the cold hard light of day he has repented of many deeds! But has he altered his behavior? snarled the Devil in objection, Has he changed his wicked ways and been reborn? |
Your Mule has to admit, the Devil makes quite the convincing case and seems to be whupping angel ass!
But then, Angel blows his horn yet again and summons a heavenly host of lawyers to act as co-counsel.
The devil had left some snacks behind from our 'negotiations', so I was able to enjoy the dramatic proceedings all the moar better, not really paying mind to all that was on the line...~'bone apple teeth!' as the French say~
The Devil brings in Johnnie Cochran, Robert Kardashian and some living lawyers he already has options on: F. Lee Bailey, Alan Dershowitz, and Robert Shapiro, to aid him.
The Angelic lawyers prove the better attorneys and the case turns...despite Johnnie Cochrane's impressive: "If the he is into rampant fornication, the path is clearly eternal damnation!"
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| God rules in favor of Mule choosing a new champion... |
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| The archangel Gabriel appears announcing the verdict... |
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| You may choose your champion Mule, who do you wish to represent you? Michael, Jegudiel, Selaphiel, Uriel, Raphael, Barachiel, or myself? |
"Well judging from the candy-ass Guardian Angels I have seen so far,, I have had my fill of you all. Y'all might be good at saving fat kids that fall down wells and shit, but y'all can't fight for shit. If the rules don't allow me to do my own fighting, I am at least going to chose my own sort of champion. And I know just the dude to do kick some devil butt. I choose Father Gary!"
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| The selection is accepted, since it will be a mortal fighting a fallen angel, the Genesis 32 rules of Jacob vs. the Angel apply! |
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| Bless me Gary, for I have sinned, it has been like a couple decades since my last honest confession. |
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| Wait, you have confessed your sins to me on a number of occasions! |
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| Not all of them, I always held back and crossed my fingers during those confessions, frankly I committed more sins with you than I confessed to you. But now I come to you as an earnest penitent, Father Gary! Let me see those fingers when you say that, Mule! |
The combatants suit up...
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| Don't I have a most tempting ass, Father Gary? You can have it, if you just submit during the fight! Get thee behind, behind me Satan! responded Gary SURE I can take you from behind, if you want to bottom, Preacher Boy! |
Father Gary was a powerfully built wrestler, brawny and hairy chested, every inch a man's man. He had python-like biceps, and a body that stirred feelings in any human or demon. The Devil was taken with Gary's body. There was something about the stud-priest with huge bulging biceps that really got him hot, like cannonballs those guns. The Devil was infatuated with the young priest's muscle-packed and hyper-masculine physique. The hunky Priest's entire body was laced with powerful muscle. And he looked like he knew how to use those big powerful muscles.
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| The young preacher was built like a brick shithouse! |
The Demon takes in the priest's generous expanse of he-manliness. The Devil enjoyed being challenged by a mortal who actually was so arrogant that he thought he stood a chance of whipping him. He looked over Gary's body. The young stalwart Pastor was built like a brick shithouse. The Devil had to admit that this sinewy human's physique was staggeringly impressive-on the same monumental level as his own. But he was still a mortal. There was no way that this match would be anything other than a squash job.
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| The Demon continues to try to get a psychological advantage over the human before the fight begins... |
The Demon continues to try to get a psychological advantage over the human before the fight begins. As the Demon slowly slips on his wrestling gear, he deliberately stretches out the front of his red spandex trunks to give Gary a good look at his long, prodigious Devil-Dick. The startling long serpent-like cock came into view, and the snake just kept going and going. The Demon made sure to give Gary a private audience with his cock. It hung thick and soft, and swayed gently over two ginormous, low-hanging balls. Gary couldn't help but gawk at the anaconda casually flopping around between the Demon's legs. His rival's dick was truly a sight to behold. It was impossible to look away from his colossal cock and balls. The Demon knew the mortal was checking out his cock, and he smiled. If he can't inspire feelings of muscle envy in the human, he will cock-mog the mortal and settle for some penis envy.
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| Gary realized he was staring at the Demon’s muscled ass. Even his butt looked powerful. Gary had never before been intimidated by a wrestling rival, but Demon’s muscles and confidence were unworldly! |
The Demon sets aside his momentary admiration for the mortal and tries to one-up the brawny human. The prideful Demon is unable to even consider the possibility that his own bulging muscles could be in any way inferior to his mortal opponent's. For in his mind, no overly clever simian could match the might of an angel, even a fallen one.
Gary seemed to read the devil's very thoughts and flexed his big biceps and bounced his beefy pec muscles. "Come on, Fallen Angel. Lets get it on." he said
The demon grinned, then made a come on motion. "Human, you got guts. I am going to squash your cocky ass. I am going to enjoy beating you into submission!"
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| Time to focus, we need to get not only Mule's soul, but that of this Gary, make it a Two-fer! |
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| Trumped up ape, he thinks to challenge me, who was ancient when dinosaurs ruled the Earth! |
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| Is it a sin to take that infernal ass after I whup it? Thought Father Gary rather impiously |
Gary smiled, "We'll see about that, Spawn of Hell. Come on, less talk, more action. Bigger guys then you have tried. Come on. Let's see what you got!!"
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| We'll see about that, Spawn of Hell. Come on, less talk, more action. |
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| Don't worry Devil Donger, you will soon be balls deep in Preacher Ass! |
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| Come on. Let's see what you got!! |
"Cocky, over confident fool! You have no idea of the full extent of the power of the dark side. Take a look at what you are going up against, human!" The Devil said.
The Devil stood clad only in his skimpy posing trunks. Then the demon flexed his biceps and ripped his hard abdominal muscles. The Dark Lord stood posing for Gary, and the demon knew he was arousing the young Father with his display of pure muscle. The demon's eyes were riveted to the Muscle Priest's bulging briefs. The Devil flexed his pec muscles and the over-sized bulge in Reverend Gary's fully-packed briefs got even bigger.
“What are you lookin' at, muscle man?" He lifted his thick arms up into a double bi pose – tilting his head from side to side to examine each one and smiling. "Ya' wishing YOU had guns like these?”
Gary responded in kind. Gary bounced his huge pec slabs he was ripped and had incredible control of his muscles. The big slabs danced in a display of muscularity for the Demon.
Gary would not back down. He took three steps toward the Devil and lifted up HIS guns. He bounced them a few times first to show dominance… then he PUMPED his forearms as veins started popping out all over the peaked ball of muscle. His bis were slightly smaller than the Demon’s, but they were so defined they LOOKED bigger, unless you compared them side by side.
“LOOK AT THOSE PYTHONS! YOU WISH YOU HAD POWER LIKE THAT,” Gary chuckled. Gary’s bloated pythons were amazing.
“Why don’t we test my arm power against yours, muscleman?” the Demon said to Gary confidently, as he dropped his flex and massaged each upper arm lovingly. “See who REALLY rules!”
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| Do you even lift Father Gary? Switch sides if you want ungodly gains! |
"...Or are you afraid to test your power against mine, pussy!? Do you even lift Father Gary? Switch sides if you want ungodly gains!"
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| C’MON CHICKENSHIT! |
"Why not an arm wrestling match, Preachy-boy. C’MON CHICKENSHIT! LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT!”
“LET’S DO IT,” Gary said quietly but confidently.
The Angel was excited at the prospect of seeing these two massive men battle their strength against each other. He felt a tingle in his nuts at the idea of muscle combat. The Angel's own guns were impressive, but were obviously smaller than the massively pumped upper arms on these two titans! His heart was with Father Gary, rooting for the Priest/bodybuilder to defeat the Demon muscle monster. But secretly, he would enjoy this no matter which way it went.
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| I'm all tingly... |
Both men placed their huge guns on the table. Gary and the Demon stared at each other and flexed various muscles, each trying to intimidate the other. Gary could not help but be impressed by the incredible size of the Demon sitting across from him. The devil was admiring the physique of Gary as he sized up his sinewy opponent. Neither would let their feelings be known; both were acting cool.
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| Not too late to come over to the dark side, all the greatest wrestlers owe their success to me, Vince McMahon is one of my top recruiters, why wrestle for Jesus and earn peanuts, when you can make big bucks and even star in movies? |
The Angel positioned both men’s arms and wrists, carefully intertwining the thumbs of the two warriors, and securing the other four fingers of each man in place.
Both men placed their huge guns on the table. Gary and the Demon stared at each other and flexed various muscles trying to intimidate the other. Gary could not help but be impressed by the incredible size of the Demon sitting across from him. The Demon was checking out his mortal opponent, and 'mirin hard as fuck! Neither would let their feelings be known; both acting cool. The Angel positioned both men’s arms and wrists, carefully intertwining the thumbs of the two warriors and securing the other four fingers of each man in place.
CRAACK! the big Demon’s wrist smashed against the table.
The Angel's cock was fully erect now as he continued to admire Gary's perfect body. As he thought about his arm wrestling victory over the powerfully built Demon, Gary was continuing to flex his chiseled body. He put his right arm down and twisted it to one side, flexing the bulging horseshoe-shaped triceps and rubbed his left hand over the protruding muscle mass. “DAMN” he said aloud. He squeezed the muscle as he flexed it, and then bounced his pec slabs once again.He flexed his abdominals, until they looked like eight cobblestones.
He held his arms out and flared his lats as the Angel moaning his approval of the massive mortal Gary moved his right hand to his chest and flexed the bicep while rubbing his left pec, then switching to the other arm. He continued too think of how easily he had dominated the Demon. He continued to flex his hairy rock like abs while feeling his hairy concrete hard pecs.
After arm-wrestling, both Square up for real full-body wrestling...
The Demon had fought with many mortal musclemen before. But this Muscle Man-Priest was something extraordinary, with his masculine virility manifested by a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. A thick mat of dark hair swirls around his gargantuan pectoral muscles and covers his muscular forearms and powerful legs. His bullet-size nipples protrude provocatively through the chest hair. His briefs bulge as they try to contain a bull-sized cock and hairy, low-hanging testicles are the size of Florida tangerines. In other words, this Father Gary is a real man's man.
The two mighty stallions Square up for wrestling. They were nearly equally muscular and endowed. Their heavy equipment was clearly pronounced against the stretched thin fabric of their briefs and began to stir and swell as the two giants checked out each other's rippling muscles. The Demon licked his lips, as he felt a sexual lust at the sight of Gary's brawny, hairy chest heaving with his bullet-size nipples erect and pointing through the coarse chest hairs. The two sweaty combatants began to circle each other with their arms outstretched, ready to pounce. Their powerful chests expanding and contracting, with their loud heavy breathing, striated and vascular muscles, rippling, while their bull-size oozing phallic pipes were throbbing against the spandex, aiming and stretching towards each other.
“I’m gonna CRUSH you!!” the Demon sneered.
“SAVE IT” Gary barked back at him.
Satisfied that they were locked together, Angel asked “Ready?” as he looked first at Gary, then at Demon.
“GO!” he shouted.
Big Demon and Gary pushed against each other, both trying to get an advantage over the other’s wrist. Pushing a wrist back would make for a quick victory, but neither could get the advantage. The two massive arms were flexed up. Demon was dripping with sweat over his huge ball of muscle.
Gary started to push Demon’s bigger arm back slightly, both men absorbed by the struggle. Demon grimaced and grunted and started pushing Gary’s arm back to the neutral position, then past it, clearly gaining the momentum in this titanic contest. Gary strained… his arm beginning to ache… being pushed back further and further. He positioned himself to the side… trying to pull his arm back with leverage from his body weight.
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| I better sit down for this, I feel light-headed, all my blood is flowing to my loins! |
Demon’s confidence was growing. He had an evil smile barely visible beneath his contorted face as he continued to push the big human bodybuilders arm back… further... further… ever so slowly. But Gary’s arm would not submit even tho the Demon's bowling ball bicep was dripping sweat with the big vein over the center of his 'ceps bulging.
Then it happened. Gary groaned and continued to push hard against Demon’s incredible power. Gary's expanding muscle and peaked bicep stopped the downward path of his wrist and held the Demon’s arm steady at a 45 degree angle. Gary knew he couldn’t give any more or his hand would be smashed onto the table.
The Angel witnessed the expansion of Gary's huge rock hard biceps. The Demon noticed it also and his concentration was weakening. Gary plowed all his strength into his arm… his biceps expanding even more… exposing Gary’s entire incredible muscle mound! The Angel and the Demon were silent, both in awe of the size and hardness of Gary’s upper arm.
Gary’s biceps were a sight to behold… not only was the upper arm HUGE… pumped to 22” now… but there were veins stretching out all over the mound. It was totally ripped! It gave him more confidence just as Demon was questioning his own power. Gary began to push the evil muscle monster’s arm back… the Big Demon couldn’t believe it! But the momentum of the match had changed and he was losing his power to the earthly bodybuilder priest.
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| Gary's biceps bulged, his pecs bounced, and his traps and lats bulged and rippled, and the Devil began to doubt himself. |
Gary pushed Demon’s arm past the mid point where they had started… further and further… the veins in his forearms looking like they would EXPLODE at any moment. It was too much for the Demon… Gary SLAMMED the big Prince of Darkness’ hand to the table with a loud crack! The entire contest took about 30 seconds, quite long for an arm wrestling match but a testament to how equal these two strongmen were.
“YEAH” exclaimed Angel “I knew you could do it!” He patted Gary in the shoulder.
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| Gary celebrated his victory! |
The Luciferian muscle-stud took his free hand and slammed it down on the table… exclaiming “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I had him!”
The Angel's own fat cock had swelled from witnessing the battle. “Well… that settles THAT” he said.
“NOT SO FAST” shouted the mighty fiend. “OTHER ARM! RIGHT NOW! C’MON! OTHER ARM!” He demanded. The Satanic powerhouse was intent on regaining his reputation as the supreme muscleman.
“Aren’t you humiliated enough?” Angel said with disdain.
“Sure” Gary said confidently. He won once. The Devil, on the other hand, had been broken psychologically and it would be difficult to regain the advantage from Gary. Nevertheless, he put his left arm up on the table and Gary did the same. Angle repositioned both men and checked their grip.The Demon was growling now, determined to prove his superior strength over Gary. But arm wrestling consisted of more than just strength. Technique and psychology were major parts of the battle. Both muscle studs were immensely strong and had good technique, but Gary's rock-hard biceps had a powerful mental impact on the first match and quickly turned the tide in his favor. The priest's biceps expanded to their ultimate fullness, which gave him the psychological advantage.
Angel finished positioning the two men and again looked at both of them, asking: “Ready?” They nodded.
“GO!” Angel shouted, his own cock hardening further in anticipation of this second display of muscle power from the two strong men.
This time, the Devil took control right away… not letting Gary gain ANY ground… SQUEEZING Gary’s hand with all his might and pushing him back. Both men wore expressions of pain on their faces as they battled for supremacy.
But Gary's left biceps bulged and formed a jagged peak of muscle. He grinned through his grimace at the Demon… and both men knew Demon was done for once again. Demon struggled, but the massive bicep of Gary was too much. Gary pushed Big Demon's arm up and back, making much quicker work of the Satanic muscle monster than the first match. Eight seconds and it was over.
But Gary's left biceps bulged and formed a jagged peak of muscle. He grinned through his grimace at the Demon… and both men knew Demon was done for once again. Demon struggled, but the massive bicep of Gary was too much. Gary pushed Big Demon's arm up and back, making much quicker work of the Satanic muscle monster than the first match. Eight seconds and it was over.
CRAACK! the big Demon’s wrist smashed against the table.
Demon growled as he fought to keep his confidence from disintegrating. The bodybuilder Priest had defeated the strongest of the Demons TWICE.
“Good job, mortal!” Angel said to Gary. “Guess we know who the REAL strongman is in this place!” the Angel said with derision while looking at the Demon. The fiendish muscle monster was determined to get even. But for now, the Demon got up from the table and stormed away. The Angel was in awe of Gary’s power.
Without even thinking, the Angel started to massage the 22” biceps of Father Gary saying to him “That was AWESOME man… I’ve never seen anything like it! Great Match! You feeling okay?” Truth was, Gary was feeling invigorated, even with his tired guns.
“Yeah man… I’m good” he answered. Both of his upper arms ached and Angel’s massaging of his balled biceps felt good. Angel continued to massage Gary’s massive upper arms, and checked out the handsome Priest's muscled torso… the softball sized delts, sloping traps, vascular pumped guns, huge pec shelf and thick brick abs. He was in a bit of a trance as he took in the site of his incredible body and his cock started expanding as for no apparent reason he felt a the tingle in his nuts and his big cock grow.
Gary lifted up one arm and flexed it. The Angel felt its hardness… admired its size... squeezing it lightly, then harder, then punched it with his left fist. The Angel was turned on by this muscled mortal's powerful body and by his defeat of the strong Demon. Gary bounced his pecs as his cock bulged, tenting out his briefs. The Angel rubbed his hands over Gary's hairy chest, down to his thick abs. The mortal's massively muscled body was turning him on completely. After two major arm-wrestling defeats of the big muscled Demon, he couldn’t help himself. Gary started flexing and posing for the Angel. He would lift one arm up and flex it, then the other, then both. He tightened his abs... then flexed his traps.
"FUCK THIS MORTAL IS HOT!" The Angel thought – he was totally enraptured by Gary's muscle.
"FUCK THIS MORTAL IS HOT!" The Angel thought – he was totally enraptured by Gary's muscle.
The Angel's cock was fully erect now as he continued to admire Gary's perfect body. As he thought about his arm wrestling victory over the powerfully built Demon, Gary was continuing to flex his chiseled body. He put his right arm down and twisted it to one side, flexing the bulging horseshoe-shaped triceps and rubbed his left hand over the protruding muscle mass. “DAMN” he said aloud. He squeezed the muscle as he flexed it, and then bounced his pec slabs once again.He flexed his abdominals, until they looked like eight cobblestones.
He held his arms out and flared his lats as the Angel moaning his approval of the massive mortal Gary moved his right hand to his chest and flexed the bicep while rubbing his left pec, then switching to the other arm. He continued too think of how easily he had dominated the Demon. He continued to flex his hairy rock like abs while feeling his hairy concrete hard pecs.
With a smile on his face he thought of his strength and dominance - he remembered the bulge of his huge upper arm - the image of the Demon’s powerful gun succumbing to his strength and to the power of his fantastic, perfect body
Holding up a contract, the Devil snickered. "The deal specifies wrestling, and in the Enochian tongue there is a clear distinction between arm wrestling and wrestling, so your victories are for nought Preacher Man, the real contest is about to BEGIN!"
Holding up a contract, the Devil snickered. "The deal specifies wrestling, and in the Enochian tongue there is a clear distinction between arm wrestling and wrestling, so your victories are for nought Preacher Man, the real contest is about to BEGIN!"
The Demon had fought with many mortal musclemen before. But this Muscle Man-Priest was something extraordinary, with his masculine virility manifested by a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. A thick mat of dark hair swirls around his gargantuan pectoral muscles and covers his muscular forearms and powerful legs. His bullet-size nipples protrude provocatively through the chest hair. His briefs bulge as they try to contain a bull-sized cock and hairy, low-hanging testicles are the size of Florida tangerines. In other words, this Father Gary is a real man's man.
“No holds barred. All blows legal. Let’s go, bitch,” the Demon growled. At Gary’s instant, confident nod of acceptance, he charged toward the mortal muscleman, fists raised.
The fight has just started and immediately both combatants land a hit on each other. The Demon send his knee into Gary's abs while Gary's fist meets the horned Demon's face. But other than making Gary grunt the knee merely bounce offs the rippling muscle of his steel hard abs, leaving him unharmed. But the gun-shot loud THUD of fist hitting chin is testament to the power of Gary's bell ringing retaliatory punch to the Demon's jaw.
Gary is hung like a stallion for sure with a cock that could compete with male porn stars, but the Devil is a fucking Clydesdale.
The Demon put up his hands for a contest of strength. "Come on, Mortal. I will prove once and for all that I am the strongest. Your win at arm wrestling was but a fluke. Now you will Experience the humiliation of being out muscled. I will bring you to your knees, muscle-pussy!"
The muscle man and the muscle demon lock together in a battle of upper body strength. Gary's back muscles rippled, his powerful musclestud erection jutting forward and tenting his briefs, as he leaned into the struggle for dominance. "UHHHHH..." the Demon's muscular upper physique opposed Gary's huge bulging rock hard arms and shoulders with a surge of forward power. They were grinding their heavily muscled bodies together. With Demon and Man both hung like horses, their cocks were engaged in battle down below while their torsos also battled. They stood cemented together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock. They pressed our rock hard bodies together. They flexed and ground their huge rock hard jutting pecs, rippling abs , and swollen crotches together. They both groaned and grunted like battling Silverback apes.
Gary could feel the Demon's powerful abdominal muscles pushing against his, as he breathed harder. Their sweaty, muscular stomachs slid together as did their warm sweaty brawny torsos.
The Demon had a true bodybuilder muscle-gut, as did the mortal muscleman Gary. The bulbous, yet shredded abdomens, inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons! With both massive bodies dripping and glistening with sweat, the muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated against each other while huge pecs began to dig into each other as the sweaty chests mashed together.
The rock-hard bodies continues to grind their huge pecs, muscular bellies, and swollen crotches together. Cemented together, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft, with massive bellies sucking in air against each other.
"This is turning you on ...isn't it, Priest?" The Devil hissed in a low whisper. "Admit that you're enjoying rubbing boners with me, Father Gary. What happened to that vow of celibacy, and all that conversion therapy, Reverend? I bet you're gonna love licking my big nuts after I kick your ass!" the Devil taunted as he ground their swollen crotches together. “Yeah, Padre – do you feel that? You been missing big cock, Father? You want my big cock, don't you,. Give in to the temptation, muscle bitch! You know you want to...” the Demon taunted.
With a grin, the Devil began rubbing his nipples against Gary's. Suddenly, he roughly planted his lips across Gary's startled mouth. Instantly, he shoved his hot forked tongue inside Gary's mouth. At the same time his demon-cock rubbed, grinded, punched, massaged, and wrestled Gary's oversized dick. Simultaneously, he continued pressing their nipples together. His bullet sized nips dug deep into Gary's own jutting nips, like twin steel spikes. The rock hard bodies were fused together mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock. The Demon pressed his lips harder against Gary's mouth and wrestled his tongue with his tongue. The Demon was beating Gary's virile and potent mantool with his demon meat. Gary was a man of faith, but he still was just a mortal, with all the weaknesses and temptations that come with human flesh. And the Devil knew how to exploit those weaknesses.
The Demon broke off his devilish kiss, only to bring his hard knee powered by his inhuman quads up and into Gary's granite solid gut. "UNNNNGGHH!!!," Gary grunted. The Demon continued to torture Gary's hard-on and knee his rock hard abs; there was more cock-stroking from the Demon's huge erection. More rubbing. More knee strikes to the Priest's rippling muscle gut. More cum seeping from Gary's dick. You could have drowned a toddler in the precum in Gary's now soaked trunks. The Demon had Gary effectively under his control, but the man of faith still stubbornly resisted.
The erotic sensations became too much for both and together both muscleman and muscle demon moaned loudly in momentary wanton lust for one another.
The Demon struggled to maintain his hold, against Gary's rebellious strength, continuing to rub his hard tits against the mortals nipples and then flexing his pec muscles. The powerful muscleman Priest grunted as he demonstrated his tremendous upper body strength. Gary leaned away from the Demon's upper body for a second and then collided his built-like-a-brick-shithouse torso against his adversary again, exerting all his muscle-power. No technique, no skill, just raw human muscle and brute strength.
With his teeth were gritting together, his forehead sweating, neck muscles flaring, Gary said a silent prayer. And suddenly, he felt the power coursing through his body and his arms, and he pushed. The shocked Demon's wrists wrenched back, and he let out a low grunt of surprise. "Where had this strength come from?" thought the Demon, as he tried to stop Gary, but the Priest now had the upper hand. As Gary pushed, the Demon's hands bent back. Gary could feel the Demon's arm starting to shake. "Yes!" thought Gary with thanks to God. "I AM stronger!"
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The Devil sows confusion!
The Crafty Devil takes advantage to gain a reversal!
With Gary distracted by the mini-demons buzzing around his head, the Demon grabs Gary' head and pulls the super-priest into a front head lock.
Gary countered by punching the Demon in the gut, but Beelzebub had his iron-hard abs pumped hard and flexed, and Gary's sledgehammer fist bounced off the Demon's body without noticeable effect. Gary realized that he couldn't land a gutpunch hard enough to force the Infernal to break his headscissors.
The Dark Lord took the punch and ground his bulging bicep into Gary's head with a demonic laugh, "What's the matter, mortal? Can't you break my head lock?" Moloch pumped up his big cannon-ball bicep and ground Gary's head harder, while leaning into the hold, also putting pressure on Gary's powerful thick neck. The Demon kept his muscles flexed! His muscle power was incredible!
Gary struggled against the headlock. "Try to take my muscles, mortal." the smiling Demon challenged as he punished Gary's head and powerful neck and showed off his headlock.
Gary responded to the provocation by attempting to pull Demon's massive arms away from his head, but the Satanic wrestler was too strong.
The Demon's big muscledick stood rigid as he dominated the muscled mortal. Gary was struggling, but was locked tight in the punishing squeeze feeling the pressure of those bulging muscle demon arms. . The Demon arrogantly laughed at Gary's futile efforts to free himself, and pumped his arms even harder. He gritted his teeth and punished Gary even harder with his biceps and forearms.
The Demon began a slow but powerful barrage of knee-lifts to Gary's muscle gut, trying to taking the fight out of his mortal opponent, that left the mortal without air in his lungs, and making sure Gary's herculean physique remained doubled over in pain. The Demon continued working-over Gary’s perfectly sculpted abdominals with his knees until the stud could hardly breathe!
The colossal muscles of Gary's sinewy body could only defensively flex in reaction to the incredibly powerful Satanic knees smashing into his powerfully built brawn.
Demon gloated, showing off his muscles. He felt dominant. He exuded his manhood over the mortal."You're beat, human. You'll never break my musclehold."
Gary gritted his teeth, then cleverly leans against the Demon's pull. Both titans are drenched in sweat, which allows Gary to slip free, stumbling backwards. Gary straightens back up, only to get speared in the abs with the force of a car wreck by the Diabolical One. The shoulder block causes the wind to explode out his body along with a mouthful of spit.
Gary remained on this feet somehow. The Demon stepped back and they begin to circle again. The Dark One flexed his massive muscles. The arrogance was still there. "Come on," he dared. "Take my muscles." The Demon felt as though he had managed to keep the upper hand and still seemed to be in control of the action as both combatants stood facing each other.
They were both built like muscle gods. Gary's titanic muscular arms would put almost anybody to shame. His heaving abs were rippling steel plates. Demon had punched those stony abs, and knew his punch had no effect. The Asmodean was built equally as well, and now knew his abs could stand up to anything this human could throw.
With one arm over the Infernal Grappler’s shoulder and another between his legs, the muscled mortal lifted his massive demonic opponent and body-slammed the Demon. The impact knocked the wind from the Hell Lord's powerfully built body.
“UUUUUUUUgh! AAAARgh! OOOOOOOOhhh!” were the only sounds the shocked Demon made as he slowly writhed at the feet of his mortal opponent. With the Infernal still off his feet, Gary jumped in the air and dropped a knee drop to the muscle Demon’s gut, knocking what little air was left from the the Hell-Being's hugely muscled body.
Gary was fighting like a man with a plan. He gripped one of Demon’s powerful legs then spun around while grabbing the other. He dropped to the floor as Devil’s heavily muscled legs twisted into the form of the number four.
“FUUUUUCKKKKK!!!” the muscular Demon screamed as he bounced up off the floor and began to slap his hands against his massive thighs. Gary leaned back out of reach just as the demon muscle stud took a swing. Gary locked the hold on even tighter and once again, Demon’s massively muscled body bounced off the floor as he screamed in frustration and agony.
“You are one tough Demon. Look at how well your muscles protect you from a "puny" mortal like me! How about I break these big muscle-bound legs of yours? What do you think, Devil's spawn?” Gary leaned back again cranking more devastating pressure on the heavily muscled Demon in his grasp.
“NO! NO! God, NO!” the gargantuanly muscled and studly endowed Infernal screamed.
Demon had been hurt worse than that before, though, and he had learned how to rebound from blows and come back more ferociously than before. He ducked swiftly to miss another left punch from Gary, then skillfully executed a sidestep to his right, grasping Gary’s naked tree trunk leg in a tight embrace. He used both feet to propel himself forward, taking Gary with him. The burly Pastor fell backward, landing with a loud thud and grunting as the breath was knocked from him.
Demon sucked in a chest full of air, his handsome pecs swelling in demonic splendor, as he set about getting his human opponent into a punishing hold that would sap him of his strength. His long legs easily found their way into a brutal scissor hold, the ankles clasping over each other as his muscular limbs crushed Gary’s belly and back like a vice. Gary elbowed Hellspawn in the face, bruising him badly, but missing the eye he had been aiming for. When he failed to blind his opponent as he had intended, Gary had allowed Demon-Danny to tighten even further the scissor lock he had around Gary’s midriff. Then the dark one pulled himself up into a sitting position while maintaining the leg lock.
Demon moved quickly, maneuvering his gargantuan legs to lock Gary in a head scissors. The Diabolical Dreadnought's bulging thighs closed around Gary's head like two giant pythons. The Demon applied the pressure to the mortal's head and neck with the boulder-hard striations of huge muscle of his legs. Gary grunted. He could feel the power of the muscular legs crushing his head. Gary felt the unrelenting force of Mephistopheles' legs. He tried to use his muscular arms to pull the Dark One's legs apart but he could not overcome this Demon's muscle power. He was not used to be this out muscled in a match. Gary was struggling to breath as his muscular opponent worked him over between his legs.
Old Nick smiled as his massive thighs increased the pressure on Gary's head and neck. Gary pushed hard on the rock hard thighs. The veins stood out in his bulging arms, biceps and shoulders as he pushed desperately at the rock hard legs wrapping him but he couldn't move them. His muscular body strained and bulged and he flexed his bulging muscles as he tried to escape, but still the powerful legs squeezed. Gary's head was locked solid, squeezed by the vice-like legs of the Diabolical Prince.
The Demon looked to the She-Devil, who was giving her undivided attention to the wrestling match and cheering for her Diabolical Master.
The Dark Lord pulled his front of his red spandex briefs down and tucked them under his balls. He then rested his hands on his hips so that She-Devil could both admire his colossal cock and bull-sized balls. In the She-Devil's mind the power dynamic of the match immediately shifted after Demon exposed his massive manhood.
She looked at the thick, gigantic dick that was now hovering over Gary's face, dangerously close to his mouth.
"Thanks for getting my devil meat hard, mortal," Demon quipped, as he gave Gary's butt a quick slap. Gary had been a alpha-jock all his life, and an ass-slap was something that teammates often did, even naked in the locker room and showers, but usually not in front of females, and especially not without at least a "No-Homo". Something felt emasculating about his rival slapping his butt in front of the She-Devil.
If his softie was obscene, then his hard cock was simply insane. Length-wise, it was as big as Gary's entire head! His forked cockhead was absolutely massive as it swayed towards Gary's lips. Gary had unleashed a monster.
The She-Devil's moans got louder as the Demon's monster cock hovered over Gary. With three fingers inside her pussy and her thumb on her clit, the She-Devil exploded into orgasm. “FUCCCKKKKK!” she cried. “You’re so fucking big!!!!!”
“You like my cock, baby?” Mephistopheles asked her. “Do you like that it’s so much bigger, thicker, and stronger than a mortal's cock?"
With Gary still pinned and helpless, the Insidious Lord kept stroking his colossal cock. Then holding his huge meat with one hand, with a loud, heavy, audible slap, the Fallen One smacked his cock into Gary's face. “You feel that, mortal?” Moloch said, as Gary's eyes watered from the weight of the impact, “You feel how heavy and big my cock is?” He then slapped it against Gary's face. again.
“Fuck yes! Leave a mark! Smack him with that heavy cock!” She-Devil yelled, now driving two fingers rapidly into her soaking pussy as she watched the mortal get abused. “You like that? You liked that I left a big, heavy, cock bruise on this mortal's face?” the Demon's domination of the human was driving the She-Devil wild!
"Keep watching...This one’s for you, babe.” the Demon told the She-Devil. Asmodeus pulls Gary's face onto his sizable package. His powerful legs that are still wrapped around Gary's head give another vice-like squeeze as he tightens the scissors. The Devil’s manly musk fills Gary's nose and mouth. As Gary moans with his face up against the Dark One's third leg. Gary's crotch expands even more as his own impressive cock gets even bigger. The Infernal King forced Gary to inhale his ball sweat. The Dark Despot even T-bagged Gary with his bull sized balls, rubbing them all over Gary's tightly closed lips, as he put on a show of total domination for the She-Devil.
The Demon Prince lowered himself and rammed forward, striking Gary in the belly with his shoulder and hearing a satisfying “oof!” from his opponent. Gary’s cock flopped up against his hard belly as he was rammed in the gut, then flopped down again.
With Gary lying sprawled on his back he was an easy target for a knee drop. Baphomet, his dick so hard it was practically standing up against his belly, launched all of his thickly muscled body weight onto one knee, bringing it down on the thickly muscled mortal lying at his feet.
Gary still had some fight left in him, though, and waited until the Demon had initiated his move, then quickly rolled to his right, out of the way of the approaching attack. Prince of Deceit’s knee slammed mercilessly into the hard surface where Gary had been. The Sinister One grunted and winced from the unexpected pain, slowly rising to his feet. His leg hurt like hell when he put his weight on the knee, which was already beginning to swell. “Fuck!” he cried out.
The She-Devil attempts to distract Gary...
But Gary is more horned up for combat, than he is for pussy...
"FINISH HIM!" Came a booming voice from up on high!
“I’m tired of fucking around with you, asshole!” Gary announced, in response to the divine injuction, instantly regretting his rare burst of profanity. . He rose to his feet and executed a painful knee drop onto his opponent’s throat. Mephistopheles was gurgling and writhing and clutching his crushed throat, while Gary summoned the strength to lift the fallen Dark Prince up. He crouched and dipped his right shoulder toward the demon as he picked him up.
The Demon realized too late what was happening to him, and his kicking legs failed to stop Gary from getting him into a backbreaker hold. With a grunt Gary's muscles bulged and veins popped as he lifted the heavy Infernal onto his shoulder. He bent his knees, then straightened his legs abruptly as he used his left arm to pull downward on the Dark One’s thick neck, increasing the pressure on the small of his back. Gary applied still more pressure and bounced the tortured Hellspawn on his shoulder, putting excruciating pressure on the small of his back as he bent the Fallen One in half.
Then Gary he threw the Devil up over his head in a military press, as easily as he would a bag of feathers. Standing triumphantly, like some mighty mythic bible hero, Gary paraded about with his musclebound foe held high over his head like some fresh kill. Every muscle in Gary's body was pumped to immense proportions from the physical exertion of hoisting The Infernal Prince's muscular bulk overhead and the adrenaline rush of his inevitable victory flowing through his veins. Gary was about to defeat the Devil in front of a shocked audience.
Gary threw the Demon down, then kicked him in his ribcage, to maneuvered him on his back.
For a few seconds Gary just stood proudly and triumphantly over his dazed and bewildered beaten opponent. Gary was covered in sweat, muscles bulging, his titanic chest heaving for oxygen after his exertion. Gary lifted his arms up over his head in a display of victory. His massive chest swells with pride. His chiseled body reeks with the sweat and funk of strenuous battle.
Gary surveyed the Devil's massively muscled body, now devoid of power and laying helplessly at this feet. The Demon's beefy pecs and giant chest heaved up and down as he breathed. The Demon was ashamed at having been brutally dominated and humiliated by this mortal mountain of muscles. The human priest had won the fight, destroyed the evil Infernal and saved a soul to boot! But having dominated the Demon - stud was an incredible turn-on and made his swollen bull-nuts tingle as they visibly notched upward several inches in sexual anticipation. His already enormous ramrod swells bigger, pulsating and oozing fuck-slime obscenely . Gary had kicked the unholy dog-shit out of this Devil and Gary's horse-cock was engorged with blood from his victory.
I sits down, positioning my bare muscle butt on my the Demon's muscled back as I use my legs to put him in an arm lock. I push down on the back of his neck with my big jock legs, simultaneously putting pressure on his shoulders and neck. I've got him locked up well. The Demon's definitely suffering: he moans in pain as he tries to escape. The big Demon was used to being able to power out of anything, but it's not so easy with me. He tries to shake me off, but I fight for control.
My massive 28" legs bulged as they forced the mammoth arms of Demon behind his muscled back, causing his boulder shoulders to hyper-extend. "Let's see how much fight you have left in you after I dislocate your shoulders!" I stated calmly.
The Demon continued to bellow out in agony as I continued to apply force to his massive arms. The Demon could feel the ligaments in his powerful shoulder joints begin to stretch to the breaking point and then tear. His arms were on the verge of being dislocated from his shoulder sockets.
The Devil finishes off Gary with fire and fury! WHAT THE FUCK??!!! I know I am far from a Saint, as is Gary, but compared to Satan we are CANONIZABLE, what is the dealio here!!!
However FINALLY the judge rules on all the DEVIL'S cheating!
I get my gainz!
The Dude That Rang His Bell Gets Some Cool Angel Wings...
The fight has just started and immediately both combatants land a hit on each other. The Demon send his knee into Gary's abs while Gary's fist meets the horned Demon's face. But other than making Gary grunt the knee merely bounce offs the rippling muscle of his steel hard abs, leaving him unharmed. But the gun-shot loud THUD of fist hitting chin is testament to the power of Gary's bell ringing retaliatory punch to the Demon's jaw.
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| The apex of muscular preachers, Gary was a sight to behold, a Hercules destined to be a constellation! |
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| The one caveat was, that Gary was Olympian not only in his musculature, but also in his lustful appetites! |
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| Father Gary called on his guardian angel for fortitude, purity and strength! |
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| That left the young pastor open to the machinations of his infernal adversary! |
Gary is hung like a stallion for sure with a cock that could compete with male porn stars, but the Devil is a fucking Clydesdale.
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| I am fired up now, time to rip this bible-thumper a new orifice! |
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| I wonder how Preacher Pecs will like being skull fucked by first my barbed tail, and then my barbed schlong? the Devil mused aloud. |
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| I guess I will soon find out, he snorted followed by a diabolical laugh. |
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| What you will find out is how a devil cries uncle, like a triggered snowflake SJW! interjected Father Gary |
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| You are powerful Pastor Man, but can you control your wanton desires this close to tempting mounds of sinew, and the overwhelming olfactory overload of testosterone and pheromones as you are horned up by battle? |
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| Why fight your own nature? Is it not said, to thine own self be true? |
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| What enticements can the boring guys upstairs offer compared to the sensual pleasures I can provide? |
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| Your friend Mule doesn't try to be something he is not, he is true to his nature, that is why he will join me, and so shall you! |
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| So easy to yield to your desires like a willow in a strong wind, so futile to resist... |
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| We both know who your true icon is, you are more for my boy Tom Brady than Jesus' patsy Tim Tebow, and who is at the top of their game, Tom or Tim, you know the answer, and you know the truth, that you want to be on TEAM MEPHISTO rather than TEAM JESUS! |
The Demon put up his hands for a contest of strength. "Come on, Mortal. I will prove once and for all that I am the strongest. Your win at arm wrestling was but a fluke. Now you will Experience the humiliation of being out muscled. I will bring you to your knees, muscle-pussy!"
The muscle man and the muscle demon lock together in a battle of upper body strength. Gary's back muscles rippled, his powerful musclestud erection jutting forward and tenting his briefs, as he leaned into the struggle for dominance. "UHHHHH..." the Demon's muscular upper physique opposed Gary's huge bulging rock hard arms and shoulders with a surge of forward power. They were grinding their heavily muscled bodies together. With Demon and Man both hung like horses, their cocks were engaged in battle down below while their torsos also battled. They stood cemented together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock. They pressed our rock hard bodies together. They flexed and ground their huge rock hard jutting pecs, rippling abs , and swollen crotches together. They both groaned and grunted like battling Silverback apes.
Gary could feel the Demon's powerful abdominal muscles pushing against his, as he breathed harder. Their sweaty, muscular stomachs slid together as did their warm sweaty brawny torsos.
The Demon had a true bodybuilder muscle-gut, as did the mortal muscleman Gary. The bulbous, yet shredded abdomens, inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons! With both massive bodies dripping and glistening with sweat, the muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated against each other while huge pecs began to dig into each other as the sweaty chests mashed together.
The rock-hard bodies continues to grind their huge pecs, muscular bellies, and swollen crotches together. Cemented together, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft, with massive bellies sucking in air against each other.
"This is turning you on ...isn't it, Priest?" The Devil hissed in a low whisper. "Admit that you're enjoying rubbing boners with me, Father Gary. What happened to that vow of celibacy, and all that conversion therapy, Reverend? I bet you're gonna love licking my big nuts after I kick your ass!" the Devil taunted as he ground their swollen crotches together. “Yeah, Padre – do you feel that? You been missing big cock, Father? You want my big cock, don't you,. Give in to the temptation, muscle bitch! You know you want to...” the Demon taunted.
With a grin, the Devil began rubbing his nipples against Gary's. Suddenly, he roughly planted his lips across Gary's startled mouth. Instantly, he shoved his hot forked tongue inside Gary's mouth. At the same time his demon-cock rubbed, grinded, punched, massaged, and wrestled Gary's oversized dick. Simultaneously, he continued pressing their nipples together. His bullet sized nips dug deep into Gary's own jutting nips, like twin steel spikes. The rock hard bodies were fused together mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock. The Demon pressed his lips harder against Gary's mouth and wrestled his tongue with his tongue. The Demon was beating Gary's virile and potent mantool with his demon meat. Gary was a man of faith, but he still was just a mortal, with all the weaknesses and temptations that come with human flesh. And the Devil knew how to exploit those weaknesses.
The Demon broke off his devilish kiss, only to bring his hard knee powered by his inhuman quads up and into Gary's granite solid gut. "UNNNNGGHH!!!," Gary grunted. The Demon continued to torture Gary's hard-on and knee his rock hard abs; there was more cock-stroking from the Demon's huge erection. More rubbing. More knee strikes to the Priest's rippling muscle gut. More cum seeping from Gary's dick. You could have drowned a toddler in the precum in Gary's now soaked trunks. The Demon had Gary effectively under his control, but the man of faith still stubbornly resisted.
The erotic sensations became too much for both and together both muscleman and muscle demon moaned loudly in momentary wanton lust for one another.
The Demon struggled to maintain his hold, against Gary's rebellious strength, continuing to rub his hard tits against the mortals nipples and then flexing his pec muscles. The powerful muscleman Priest grunted as he demonstrated his tremendous upper body strength. Gary leaned away from the Demon's upper body for a second and then collided his built-like-a-brick-shithouse torso against his adversary again, exerting all his muscle-power. No technique, no skill, just raw human muscle and brute strength.
With his teeth were gritting together, his forehead sweating, neck muscles flaring, Gary said a silent prayer. And suddenly, he felt the power coursing through his body and his arms, and he pushed. The shocked Demon's wrists wrenched back, and he let out a low grunt of surprise. "Where had this strength come from?" thought the Demon, as he tried to stop Gary, but the Priest now had the upper hand. As Gary pushed, the Demon's hands bent back. Gary could feel the Demon's arm starting to shake. "Yes!" thought Gary with thanks to God. "I AM stronger!"
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| The erotic sensations became too much for both and together both muscleman and muscle demon moaned loudly in momentary wanton lust for one another. |
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| The Demon struggled to maintain his hold, against Gary's rebellious strength, continuing to rub his hard tits against the mortal's nipples and then flexing his pec muscles |
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| Gary found his confidence bolstered, while the Dark One felt his own begin to wane... |
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| The powerful muscleman Priest grunted as he demonstrated his tremendous upper body strength. |
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| The Lord of Lies began to whisper to Gary trying to elicit self-doubt in his formidable opponent! |
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| You give the glory of your prowess to God, but given how much you have failed HIM, what makes you think he will come to you in this time of need, when you have renounced HIM each time you wandered from the virtuous path in pursuit of your wanton lusts, I bet you can feel your power waning as HE abandons such an unworthy sinner. |
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| Do you think God will gird your loins when you champion a Devil's tool like that reprobate Mule? |
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| You should throw yourself on my mercy, and cut the best deal you can, for both Mule and yourself, while you still can... |
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| I shall not succumb to your blandishments Devil! |
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| You are the Prince of Lies, and I will not fall for your twisted traps! |
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| I do not need to ever lie, I give mortals the truth of their natures, their desires, their needs, the truth will make you MINE! |
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| So it was in the Garden, so it is now, eat of the fruit young Gary, and know the Truths, your scriptures dare not tell! |
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| I will not yield to you Dark One, I have the Light on my side, His strength and light sustains me, no matter how much as a sinner I fall short, and that is how I will defeat you Fallen Lord! |
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| It is you who taste of the bitter fruit of defeat this day! |
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| Good shall ever triumph over evil, Serpent-tongue! |
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| Oh really? What fantasy realm do YOU live in Gary, my boy, have you been to Earth? |
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| I trust in the Lord, my savior, and in my muscles, I shall not be defeated! |
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| ...and yet you HAVE tasted defeats in combat, and shall again, so who is the real liar here, little ol' me, or you lying to yourself Preacher man! |
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| You are powerful, but you are not invincible...PRIEST! |
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| Neither are you Dark Lord, neither are you... |
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| ... and today I will open up a can of whup-ass on you Devil, like you have never tasted since Michael kicked your butt in your pitiful rebellion! |
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| You will beg for mercy like a little, whiny girl, Devil, before you tap out like a little bitch! |
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| I could use such a trash talker on my team, how are you with a pitchfork, Gary? |
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| I REMAIN on TEAM TEBOW and TEAM JESUS! |
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| Doesn't Tebow play minor league baseball these days, and Jesus makes appearances on toast, are you sure you want to stay with such losing teams? |
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| Tebow is TRIPLE-A which is godly and good, and team Jesus is 2 billion strong! That leaves 5 billion Preacher, and a hell of a lot of those 2 billion you claim are on MY team. |
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| ...and yet, I feel your strength waning Gary boy! |
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| Wishful thinking Sulfur-Stank, the power of the Lord surges through me! |
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| Projecting much are we Devil, perhaps it is YOUR strength and confidence that are sagging! |
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| FEEL THE POWER OF THE LIGHT, DARK ONE! |
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| Feel my tightening claws around you joy-stick Holy Roller! |
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| FUCKING HELL! TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME, HELL-FAGGOT! |
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| MUSCLES BULGED AND RIPPLED... |
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| THIS CLASH OF THE MUSCLED TITANS WAS EPIC, MICHAEL BAY WAS ALREADY NEGOTIATING OPTIONS ON THE MOVIE RIGHTS IN CONJUNCTION WITH WWE STUDIOS! |
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| John Cena is favored to play Gary and Triple-H to portray the Devil! |
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| Randy Orton looking to play Me! I am good with that! |
Gary tackled the Demon, placing both hands on the fiend’s firmly muscled shoulders. He growled fiercely and shoved the evil stud backward, trying to get him off balance. Mephistopheles resisted the powerful shove however, and placed one foot behind him to brace himself. When he knew his balance was secure, he lifted his other knee to once again connect painfully with Gary’s oversized nuts. Gary didn’t respond as vocally this time, and the Devil realized that the tough priest could take a lot of ball pain. This mortal won't be easy to defeat.
“That’s the last time you touch my nuts, Devil!” said Gary, and swung a powerful left fist that connected with Demon’s handsome face, sloshing his brain inside his skull and making him see stars. Moloch managed to stay on his feet and curl his own bare hands into fists, but Gary got another mean punch into him, fist-fucking his concrete hard belly and momentarily paralyzing his diaphragm.
“Now THAT’S FIGHTING!” yelled Angel exuberantly. “Get him, Gary!”
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| The Dark Lod was getting a much deserved beatdown! |
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| How are you liking this ass whupping I am handing down, Evil One??! |
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| The Dark Lord just cursed, his rapier wit failing him in his exertions to break free! |
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| Karma is a bitch, Satan and you are MY BITCH as a result! |
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| You will rue this impudence and hubris, Mortal! Yeah, yeah, tell it to the peanut gallery! Hey, I am standing right here! I interjected! Munching on peanuts. |
Gary moves in close, and thrusts another fist deep into the Demon's muscle gut. He grabs the Sinister Lord's head and forces him to turn around as he bends the Foul One's head back under his armpit. The Demon is quickly locked in a standing reverse headlock, with his feet on the ground and his back arched and arms hanging down. He grabs Gary's thick arm for support as Gary cranks back on the Fallen One 's neck, elevating the Demon's huge chest.
When the Hellspawn's massive chest goes up, Gary's forearm comes down across it. The Demon staggers and his knees fold from the force of the blow, but the tight hold on his head forces him back up to standing. Gary does it again, bend, forearm smash, pull. Beelzebub struggles but can't manage to escape. Gary reaches forward and rubs the Demon's huge chest, feeling the thick pecs. The Fallen One moans into Gary's armpit.
Gary’s right arm was snaking over the Demon's throat, pulling him back and down until his spine was almost parallel to the mat, his thighs screaming as he found himself in a modified dragon sleeper.
Gary reaches around the Demon's neck, locking his chin in his armpit. He leans the Sulfurous Shithead backwards, his knee buried in the Demon's powerful back. The knee pushes the Hellacious Lord's hips and abs forward while his head is pulled back. The Devil is trapped in a dragon sleeper. The Demon's muscular body bent back and the mortal Gary is owning him. For the moment.
The satanic musclestud felt his human beefcake opponent shift. A brief moment of relief as the arm moved off his throat was replaced with panic as he found his face buried in Gary’s right armpit. He moaned helplessly into the human muscleman’s wet, hairy underarm, until Gary tightened the hold, smothering his mouth and nose. The Satanic Stud tried to push, to pull, to thrash his body, anything to escape as his lungs began to burn from lack of air. But the mortal was too strong for it to do any good.
The Demon's powerful arms hang down limp as Gary's arm cuts off the blood to his brain. The Lord of Hell was enveloped in the salty taste and musky, masculine scent of the mortal's armpit. The edges of his vision began to dim.
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| Gary had rarely employed the dragon sleeper, but it was warranted against such a formidable foe! |
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| He had learned the technique from a MMA comic book |
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| ... and the few times he tried it, had found it an effective finishing move! |
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| Sleepy time, Devil! |
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| Resistance is Futile, DARK ONE, snorted Gary mimicking the Devil's earlier taunts |
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| Flames and brimstone rose from the Devil's nostrils as he struggled... |
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| The Devil felt his strength and consciousness ebbing, and decided he would have to cheat, age and treachery beats youth and agility, as the old adage goes... |
The Crafty Devil takes advantage to gain a reversal!
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| Something wrong, Preacher boy? |
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| No witty retorts? No blathering bravado? |
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| I guessing it is just dawning on you that you are in over your head, and up shit creek without a paddle! |
With Gary distracted by the mini-demons buzzing around his head, the Demon grabs Gary' head and pulls the super-priest into a front head lock.
Gary countered by punching the Demon in the gut, but Beelzebub had his iron-hard abs pumped hard and flexed, and Gary's sledgehammer fist bounced off the Demon's body without noticeable effect. Gary realized that he couldn't land a gutpunch hard enough to force the Infernal to break his headscissors.
The Dark Lord took the punch and ground his bulging bicep into Gary's head with a demonic laugh, "What's the matter, mortal? Can't you break my head lock?" Moloch pumped up his big cannon-ball bicep and ground Gary's head harder, while leaning into the hold, also putting pressure on Gary's powerful thick neck. The Demon kept his muscles flexed! His muscle power was incredible!
Gary struggled against the headlock. "Try to take my muscles, mortal." the smiling Demon challenged as he punished Gary's head and powerful neck and showed off his headlock.
Gary responded to the provocation by attempting to pull Demon's massive arms away from his head, but the Satanic wrestler was too strong.
The Demon's big muscledick stood rigid as he dominated the muscled mortal. Gary was struggling, but was locked tight in the punishing squeeze feeling the pressure of those bulging muscle demon arms. . The Demon arrogantly laughed at Gary's futile efforts to free himself, and pumped his arms even harder. He gritted his teeth and punished Gary even harder with his biceps and forearms.
The Demon began a slow but powerful barrage of knee-lifts to Gary's muscle gut, trying to taking the fight out of his mortal opponent, that left the mortal without air in his lungs, and making sure Gary's herculean physique remained doubled over in pain. The Demon continued working-over Gary’s perfectly sculpted abdominals with his knees until the stud could hardly breathe!
The colossal muscles of Gary's sinewy body could only defensively flex in reaction to the incredibly powerful Satanic knees smashing into his powerfully built brawn.
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| The incredibly powerful Satanic knees smashing into Gary's powerfully built brawn |
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| You're beat, human. You'll never break my musclehold. |
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| I ain't licked yet, FALLEN ONE! |
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| Mighty Morphin' Holy Power Ranger power up ACTIVATE! Yelled an energized Father Gary |
Gary gritted his teeth, then cleverly leans against the Demon's pull. Both titans are drenched in sweat, which allows Gary to slip free, stumbling backwards. Gary straightens back up, only to get speared in the abs with the force of a car wreck by the Diabolical One. The shoulder block causes the wind to explode out his body along with a mouthful of spit.
Gary remained on this feet somehow. The Demon stepped back and they begin to circle again. The Dark One flexed his massive muscles. The arrogance was still there. "Come on," he dared. "Take my muscles." The Demon felt as though he had managed to keep the upper hand and still seemed to be in control of the action as both combatants stood facing each other.
They were both built like muscle gods. Gary's titanic muscular arms would put almost anybody to shame. His heaving abs were rippling steel plates. Demon had punched those stony abs, and knew his punch had no effect. The Asmodean was built equally as well, and now knew his abs could stand up to anything this human could throw.
As the muscular titans circled each other, their eyes remained locked. The Demon sneered and made a jerk-off sign toward the muscled priest, then the Infernal cupped his oversized package, glared at the muscleman, and snarled, "You want to suck on this, don't you, human?" The taunt turned out to be a serious mistake by the Fallen One.
Gary took advantage of Demon's distraction and caught him flatfooted as he stood in front of Gary, gloating.
“UUUUUUUUgh! AAAARgh! OOOOOOOOhhh!” were the only sounds the shocked Demon made as he slowly writhed at the feet of his mortal opponent. With the Infernal still off his feet, Gary jumped in the air and dropped a knee drop to the muscle Demon’s gut, knocking what little air was left from the the Hell-Being's hugely muscled body.
Gary was fighting like a man with a plan. He gripped one of Demon’s powerful legs then spun around while grabbing the other. He dropped to the floor as Devil’s heavily muscled legs twisted into the form of the number four.
“FUUUUUCKKKKK!!!” the muscular Demon screamed as he bounced up off the floor and began to slap his hands against his massive thighs. Gary leaned back out of reach just as the demon muscle stud took a swing. Gary locked the hold on even tighter and once again, Demon’s massively muscled body bounced off the floor as he screamed in frustration and agony.
“You are one tough Demon. Look at how well your muscles protect you from a "puny" mortal like me! How about I break these big muscle-bound legs of yours? What do you think, Devil's spawn?” Gary leaned back again cranking more devastating pressure on the heavily muscled Demon in his grasp.
“NO! NO! God, NO!” the gargantuanly muscled and studly endowed Infernal screamed.
Demon had been hurt worse than that before, though, and he had learned how to rebound from blows and come back more ferociously than before. He ducked swiftly to miss another left punch from Gary, then skillfully executed a sidestep to his right, grasping Gary’s naked tree trunk leg in a tight embrace. He used both feet to propel himself forward, taking Gary with him. The burly Pastor fell backward, landing with a loud thud and grunting as the breath was knocked from him.
Demon sucked in a chest full of air, his handsome pecs swelling in demonic splendor, as he set about getting his human opponent into a punishing hold that would sap him of his strength. His long legs easily found their way into a brutal scissor hold, the ankles clasping over each other as his muscular limbs crushed Gary’s belly and back like a vice. Gary elbowed Hellspawn in the face, bruising him badly, but missing the eye he had been aiming for. When he failed to blind his opponent as he had intended, Gary had allowed Demon-Danny to tighten even further the scissor lock he had around Gary’s midriff. Then the dark one pulled himself up into a sitting position while maintaining the leg lock.
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| The Demon sucked in a chest full of air, his handsome pecs swelling in demonic splendor |
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| The Devil's long legs easily found their way into a brutal scissor hold, the ankles clasping over each other as his muscular limbs crushed Gary’s belly and back like a vice. |
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| When he failed to blind his opponent as he had intended, Gary had allowed Demon-Danny to tighten even further the scissor lock he had around Gary’s midriff. |
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| Are we having fun yet, Preacher man? |
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| Then the dark one pulled himself up into a sitting position while maintaining the leg lock. |
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| You can tap out any time Gary, my boy! |
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| Admit it you have lost Preacher Man, tap out and spare yourself further indignity and humiliation! You have LOST! |
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| Are you so sure about that Brimstone Breath? snarled Gary with re-invigorated struggle. |
Demon moved quickly, maneuvering his gargantuan legs to lock Gary in a head scissors. The Diabolical Dreadnought's bulging thighs closed around Gary's head like two giant pythons. The Demon applied the pressure to the mortal's head and neck with the boulder-hard striations of huge muscle of his legs. Gary grunted. He could feel the power of the muscular legs crushing his head. Gary felt the unrelenting force of Mephistopheles' legs. He tried to use his muscular arms to pull the Dark One's legs apart but he could not overcome this Demon's muscle power. He was not used to be this out muscled in a match. Gary was struggling to breath as his muscular opponent worked him over between his legs.
Old Nick smiled as his massive thighs increased the pressure on Gary's head and neck. Gary pushed hard on the rock hard thighs. The veins stood out in his bulging arms, biceps and shoulders as he pushed desperately at the rock hard legs wrapping him but he couldn't move them. His muscular body strained and bulged and he flexed his bulging muscles as he tried to escape, but still the powerful legs squeezed. Gary's head was locked solid, squeezed by the vice-like legs of the Diabolical Prince.
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| Yeah I am sure, Preacher Man, quite sure! |
The Demon looked to the She-Devil, who was giving her undivided attention to the wrestling match and cheering for her Diabolical Master.
The Dark Lord pulled his front of his red spandex briefs down and tucked them under his balls. He then rested his hands on his hips so that She-Devil could both admire his colossal cock and bull-sized balls. In the She-Devil's mind the power dynamic of the match immediately shifted after Demon exposed his massive manhood.
Gary was now on his back with Infernal Boss on top, his massive cock hanging down almost to the ground. “Holy fuck,” the She-Devil said. The She-Devil had pulled down her thong just like Demon did his briefs. She was now fingering her pussy as she watched the now near naked wrestlers.
They were now lying next to each other just a few feet from where the She-Devil was furiously masturbating. Demon’s massive legs were around Gary's head and he couldn’t get them off, no matter how hard he pulled.
“You like this, the She-Devil?” Diabolical One said to her as he continued to crush Gary with his superhuman legs. “You like me dominating this big mortal?”
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “This is so hot!”
She looked at the thick, gigantic dick that was now hovering over Gary's face, dangerously close to his mouth.
"Thanks for getting my devil meat hard, mortal," Demon quipped, as he gave Gary's butt a quick slap. Gary had been a alpha-jock all his life, and an ass-slap was something that teammates often did, even naked in the locker room and showers, but usually not in front of females, and especially not without at least a "No-Homo". Something felt emasculating about his rival slapping his butt in front of the She-Devil.
If his softie was obscene, then his hard cock was simply insane. Length-wise, it was as big as Gary's entire head! His forked cockhead was absolutely massive as it swayed towards Gary's lips. Gary had unleashed a monster.
The She-Devil's moans got louder as the Demon's monster cock hovered over Gary. With three fingers inside her pussy and her thumb on her clit, the She-Devil exploded into orgasm. “FUCCCKKKKK!” she cried. “You’re so fucking big!!!!!”
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| The she-devil kissed her Satanic Master, their serpent forked tongues entwined in a HELL-KISS |
“You like my cock, baby?” Mephistopheles asked her. “Do you like that it’s so much bigger, thicker, and stronger than a mortal's cock?"
With Gary still pinned and helpless, the Insidious Lord kept stroking his colossal cock. Then holding his huge meat with one hand, with a loud, heavy, audible slap, the Fallen One smacked his cock into Gary's face. “You feel that, mortal?” Moloch said, as Gary's eyes watered from the weight of the impact, “You feel how heavy and big my cock is?” He then slapped it against Gary's face. again.
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| Do you like that my donger is so much bigger, thicker, and stronger than a mortal's cock? |
“Fuck yes! Leave a mark! Smack him with that heavy cock!” She-Devil yelled, now driving two fingers rapidly into her soaking pussy as she watched the mortal get abused. “You like that? You liked that I left a big, heavy, cock bruise on this mortal's face?” the Demon's domination of the human was driving the She-Devil wild!
"Keep watching...This one’s for you, babe.” the Demon told the She-Devil. Asmodeus pulls Gary's face onto his sizable package. His powerful legs that are still wrapped around Gary's head give another vice-like squeeze as he tightens the scissors. The Devil’s manly musk fills Gary's nose and mouth. As Gary moans with his face up against the Dark One's third leg. Gary's crotch expands even more as his own impressive cock gets even bigger. The Infernal King forced Gary to inhale his ball sweat. The Dark Despot even T-bagged Gary with his bull sized balls, rubbing them all over Gary's tightly closed lips, as he put on a show of total domination for the She-Devil.
"You want this cock, baby?" The Hell-king called out to the She-Devil. "You want me to fuck you in front of this mortal?"
She-Devil just moaned as she dove at Demon's giant dick. With Gary still pinned, the insanely hot She-Devil started to suck off the Demon. She slurped on Demon's cock in ecstasy, moaning and maneuvering her mouth to get as much of his meat as she possibly could.
“Tell me how bad you want it, baby,” Demon said, withdrawing it from her mouth.
“I want it so bad!” she screamed as she lunged for it. “It’s so fucking huge; so big and thick! I’ve never seen a cock so big in my entire life!”
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| Tell me how bad you want it, baby, the Dark Lord invited. |
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| I want it so bad! The She-devil screamed It’s so fucking huge; so big and thick! I’ve never seen a cock so big in my entire life! |
Pleased with her response, Demon reinserted the first few inches of his dick into She-Devil's mouth. Then he slammed her like an animal. Gary's vision began to focus and he could just make out the Demon's huge balls thrust forward sounding a clap as they smashed into the She-Devil's face, indicating she was taking that monster balls deep
The hot She-Devil was now deepthroating his cock. She sucked his cock with abandon, and she eagerly swallowed inch after inch of Diabolic manmeat. Shockingly, she took all of that massively long and thick cock and the Demon’s balls continued smacking against her chin. She-Devil bottomed out on the horsehung Infernal stud as he turned She-Devil into his personal cockwhore.
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| I love how you torment this impudent mortal, while you pleasure me, my Lord |
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| Your pleasure is inconsequential to me, I do this all for my own enjoyment! |
The She-Devil then crawled on top of the Dark Prince. The She-Devil screamed as the huge cock head entered her. She then rode his cock like a seasoned bull-rider, taking all this thick inches into her pussy. The Hell-king filled the She-Devil up like never before. “It’s so huuuuuge!” she screamed. Right then, she orgasmed just from the Demon being inside her. “Fuck me! Fuck me! You’re so fucking huge!” With Gary still pinned, the cocky Demon fucked the She-Devil with his massive meat.
The Demon Prince was putting on a clinic in how to fuck a bitch—bringing the She-Devil multiple orgasms with his enormous throbbing cock! The Infernal Lord's satanic eyes exuded lust, sex, and confidence, and he grinned at the power he had over us both the She-Devil and the mortal, Gary. It was simply too impressive not think that Mephistopheles and his She-Devil must have had plenty of wrestling jocks in this position before!
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| The luscious She-devil sloot proved quite the distraction for the Dark Lord |
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| The Hell Sloot's charms represented a seductive opportunity for Father Gary |
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| A distracted Dark Lord, is a vulnerable Fallen One! |
With Hell's Dark Lord now focused on fucking the She-Devil, Gary knew that now was the time to make a move fast. Gary's legs were equally huge and powerful as those of his satanic opponent. Using the strength of his legs, Gary bucked the Distracted Demon off him for a fleeting second and slipped out from under him. Then he grabbed the Fallen One from behind and pushed him down. From this position, Gary's cock was now on the Dark Lord's big bubble butt, and the Demon flailed under Gary, completely shocked and helpless.
“How does it feel, Demon?” Gary asked. “You like my cock on your muscled ass!?!"
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| How does it feel, Demon? Gary asked. You like my cock on your muscled ass!?! |
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| FUCK YOU PREACHER MAN! I believe it is you who is getting monumentally fucked Devil! mocked Gary |
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| The Devil howled like a goat being raped by a unit of ISIS militant warriors. |
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| Having fun yet, DEVIL, mocked the Preacher |
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| The Devil realizes he has to engage in shenanigans again if he is to get back on top! |
With Gary lying sprawled on his back he was an easy target for a knee drop. Baphomet, his dick so hard it was practically standing up against his belly, launched all of his thickly muscled body weight onto one knee, bringing it down on the thickly muscled mortal lying at his feet.
Gary still had some fight left in him, though, and waited until the Demon had initiated his move, then quickly rolled to his right, out of the way of the approaching attack. Prince of Deceit’s knee slammed mercilessly into the hard surface where Gary had been. The Sinister One grunted and winced from the unexpected pain, slowly rising to his feet. His leg hurt like hell when he put his weight on the knee, which was already beginning to swell. “Fuck!” he cried out.
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| Things shifted once more in the Dark One's favor... |
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| With Gary lying sprawled on his back he was an easy target for a knee drop. |
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| Gary still had some fight left in him... |
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| The Devil had torments in mind for Gary's poor muscles, he wanted PAYBACK! |
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| How about some MEAT TENDERIZING of your Preacher Kielbasa with MY FISTS! |
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| NOOOOOOOOO!! howled Gary, to the Devil's delight |
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| Your suffering shall be legendary even in Hell, quoted the Devil in an homage to Pinhead |
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| Gary is not the pushover the Devil imagine, and rallies... |
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| What's this, the Preacher man has some will left? |
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| Some Mutha-fuckers just don't know when to quit! |
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| Some DARK LORDS just don't know when to SHUT THE FUCK UP! |
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| You will PAY for that remark CHOIR BOY! |
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| Oh the fun I shall have, the torments I will conceive for you! |
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| You should have tapped out while you had a chance, now I won't let you quit until my tortures are through! |
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| You are making a whole shit load of assumptions, Lord of the Flies! countered Gary as he began to break free of the Devil's hold! |
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| Gary pulls a reversal! |
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| The Devil is not so cocky now! |
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| Time for you to tap out Devil! Fuck you, Gary Fine have it your way...the HARD WAY! |
Ride the Devil!
Gary grabbed the Demon by the throat and began to strangle him. “You fuckin’ spawn of Hell!” he growled. He used both fists to pummel Demon’s face, then put his fists underneath Demon’s forearms and pushed him backward. Gary spun around on one heel, executing a 360-degree turn, and when he once again faced Demon, he had transformed himself into a martial arts warrior, his hands taut, his stance menacing.
“See if you can take me, Prince of Flies! You may be excrement, but you ain't shit!” he challenged Beelzebub. They locked in combat, each man trying to get his opponent into a hold, intermittently halting the effort long enough to administer punches or karate chops to each other. The Demon surprised Gary by gaining the upper hand despite just having engaged Gary in an exhausting battle and suffering injuries to his knee. He placed his left foot squarely in Gary’s chest and shoved him backward, catching him off guard and throwing him off balance. After Gary fell, Moloch's knee-dropped onto his chest, then jerked his arm behind him to force him over into a hold. The Demon looped his injured right leg around Gary’s right leg as he turned the priest around and pinned Gary, jerking the arm hard and threatening to dislocate it from his shoulder.
Too late he realized Gary was bringing down the Devil’s head as hard as he could, cracking the skull of the diabolic fighter and knocking him into unconsciousness. The Prince of Hell released his grip on Gary and slumped to the floor. Pre-cum oozed from the Demon’s impressive serpentine cock, running in a rivulet from his cockhead across his thigh and down to the floor.
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| Giddy up little Doggie-Devil! |
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| I wonder what the record is for riding a bucking Demon? |
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| I am going to break this Satanic Bronco! You will PAY for this Choir Boy!! |
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| The Devil's struggles are weakening, he seems spent. |
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| Whoa, Infernal horsey, enough ot this... |
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| I think it is time for a different type of demon ride! |
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| My dick must be THIS long *thrust* to ride this Devil's sphincter ride! |
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| Long and thick will do the trick! |
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| STOP WRIGGLING OR I WILL JUST TEAR UP YOUR ASSHOLE WORSE! *THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST* |
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| When I was in Seminary I was a randy acolyte, but I never imagined INSEMINATING the Devil himself! |
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| After getting horned up in an epic fight, feels good to get my rocks off, sorry Tim Tebow! |
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| I am boning a Miss Universe these days, I COMPLETELY understand now where you are coming from! |
The She-Devil attempts to distract Gary...
But Gary is more horned up for combat, than he is for pussy...
“I’m tired of fucking around with you, asshole!” Gary announced, in response to the divine injuction, instantly regretting his rare burst of profanity. . He rose to his feet and executed a painful knee drop onto his opponent’s throat. Mephistopheles was gurgling and writhing and clutching his crushed throat, while Gary summoned the strength to lift the fallen Dark Prince up. He crouched and dipped his right shoulder toward the demon as he picked him up.
The Demon realized too late what was happening to him, and his kicking legs failed to stop Gary from getting him into a backbreaker hold. With a grunt Gary's muscles bulged and veins popped as he lifted the heavy Infernal onto his shoulder. He bent his knees, then straightened his legs abruptly as he used his left arm to pull downward on the Dark One’s thick neck, increasing the pressure on the small of his back. Gary applied still more pressure and bounced the tortured Hellspawn on his shoulder, putting excruciating pressure on the small of his back as he bent the Fallen One in half.
Then Gary he threw the Devil up over his head in a military press, as easily as he would a bag of feathers. Standing triumphantly, like some mighty mythic bible hero, Gary paraded about with his musclebound foe held high over his head like some fresh kill. Every muscle in Gary's body was pumped to immense proportions from the physical exertion of hoisting The Infernal Prince's muscular bulk overhead and the adrenaline rush of his inevitable victory flowing through his veins. Gary was about to defeat the Devil in front of a shocked audience.
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| The Devil lay broken and defeated, to the catcalls of the angels! |
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| For a few seconds Gary just stood proudly and triumphantly over his dazed and bewildered beaten opponent. |
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| Gary surveyed the Devil's massively muscled body, now devoid of power and laying helplessly at this feet. |
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| Gary grabbed one of the pennant flags... |
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| ... he tested the strenth and flexibility of the pennant's spear-like staff |
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| It seemed a suitable weapon for the coup de grace he intended for the Devil... |
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| Not that it would slay the Dark One, but it would send him howling back to Hell for awhile! |
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| Prepare to return to your fiery pits, Fallen One! |
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| By the power of Heaven I smite thee, Devil! |
For a few seconds Gary just stood proudly and triumphantly over his dazed and bewildered beaten opponent. Gary was covered in sweat, muscles bulging, his titanic chest heaving for oxygen after his exertion. Gary lifted his arms up over his head in a display of victory. His massive chest swells with pride. His chiseled body reeks with the sweat and funk of strenuous battle.
Gary surveyed the Devil's massively muscled body, now devoid of power and laying helplessly at this feet. The Demon's beefy pecs and giant chest heaved up and down as he breathed. The Demon was ashamed at having been brutally dominated and humiliated by this mortal mountain of muscles. The human priest had won the fight, destroyed the evil Infernal and saved a soul to boot! But having dominated the Demon - stud was an incredible turn-on and made his swollen bull-nuts tingle as they visibly notched upward several inches in sexual anticipation. His already enormous ramrod swells bigger, pulsating and oozing fuck-slime obscenely . Gary had kicked the unholy dog-shit out of this Devil and Gary's horse-cock was engorged with blood from his victory.
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| Gary was savoring his victory moment a little too long... |
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| While gloating is nice and all, and I love to do it myself... |
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| There is a time, place and duration for it, and Gary was drawing out the moment way too long! |
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| The Devil noticed it too and sensed opportunity! |
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| Gary slammed the flat end of the staff into the Devil's hand as he smiled down mockingly! |
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| Give the Devil his due, he is not above reusing a trick that has proved effective against a foe! |
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| The Devil grabs the pennant! |
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| He deftly flips it like he is in the color guard! |
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| Lucifer imbues the penant with arcane infernal magic... |
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| Having suffered a number of reversals, he is taking no chances with the Preacher... |
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| Gary is paralyzed by the Devil's sorcery! |
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| I am growing indignant, I didn't listen to every syllable of the motions of the heavenly court, but I am pretty sure the court ruled that such sorcery was against the rules, where is the ref? I yell for a penalty on the play, but aside from the fluttering pennant held by the Devil, no flags are thrown! |
Fuck it then! I intervene to save Gary!
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| The crack of my backhand slap across the Demon's face echoes throughout the heavens |
As a famous naval hero once said "That's all I can stand, I can stands no moar!" I spring into action and end the Devil's cheating with a spinning backhand fist that knocks the Demon off balance. Then, the Demon and I wrestle and punch one another, two massive warriors trading blows. But the Dark One merely laughs and casually wards off my strongest blows. Realizing I am getting nowhere, I change my tactics. Suddenly breaking off the attack I step back several paces. Lowering my head and pawing the ground like a bull, I charge the Demon of Steel.
My boulder-sized shoulder catches Satan right in his thick musclegut, driving the air from his lungs. Rearing back, I drive forward again, collapsing the Dark Lord's heaving midsection, slamming into his muscled body like he was a Football tackling dummy, until the Devil keeled over at the waist. His limp torso slumped over my broad bronzed back. Seizing the Demon by the head, I straighten him up. I stared into his glassy eyes and smirked. I measured my target and drew back my massive fist and drove it forward with all my prodigious might. I step back with a look of gloating triumph on my face as Lucifer falls down face first! As soon as he hit the ground belly down, I dropped a knee into the small of his muscled back.
I sits down, positioning my bare muscle butt on my the Demon's muscled back as I use my legs to put him in an arm lock. I push down on the back of his neck with my big jock legs, simultaneously putting pressure on his shoulders and neck. I've got him locked up well. The Demon's definitely suffering: he moans in pain as he tries to escape. The big Demon was used to being able to power out of anything, but it's not so easy with me. He tries to shake me off, but I fight for control.
My massive 28" legs bulged as they forced the mammoth arms of Demon behind his muscled back, causing his boulder shoulders to hyper-extend. "Let's see how much fight you have left in you after I dislocate your shoulders!" I stated calmly.
The Demon continued to bellow out in agony as I continued to apply force to his massive arms. The Demon could feel the ligaments in his powerful shoulder joints begin to stretch to the breaking point and then tear. His arms were on the verge of being dislocated from his shoulder sockets.
The Devil calls FOUL, and a flag is thrown on the play, WTF! This is NFL playoff level of biased refereeing, can we get some video replay on this game? I loudly protest the call, I don't fuckin' care if it costs my side a time-out, this is INTOLERABLE!
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| The Divine Judge rules against my intervention! Sustaining the Devil's objection! |
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| The clock is reset by setting back time to before my intervention, and this time I am restrained from entering the arena! |
Holy sports metaphors, Batman, I am ejected from the game and the DEVIL is permitted to get away with all his shit?
However FINALLY the judge rules on all the DEVIL'S cheating!
Gary gets his wings! The Apotheosis of Father Gary
Every time a Demon Gets His Bell Rung,
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| The Devil broke the rules of the contest, as a result, I gets to keep my gainz AND my soul, and Heaven has a special reward for Gary! |
Every time a Demon Gets His Bell Rung,
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| DING! |
The Dude That Rang His Bell Gets Some Cool Angel Wings...
Epilogue...
Sunrise Mass - 6AM Easter Sunday
Sunrise Mass - 6AM Easter Sunday
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| ~ZZZZZZzzzzzzz.... |
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| Our sermon today in honor of our Lord's rebirth, is our own spiritual rebirths... |
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| Awaken ye sinners to a new, and righteous path, I SAID AWAKEN! Alright, alright, I am awake already, I mumbled in response |
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| What the fuck is Father Gary doing at my church in Dallas? ... And by my church, I mean the one I only attend on Christmas and Easter! I ponder sleepily |
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| da Fuk... what a dream! Still my suit feels like it's fitting much tighter... gainz? |
The alarm rings to wake me for Easter sunrise mass, and I am in my bed...
Still my shirts are fitting much tighter...gainz? Maybe I should give Gary a text and see if he is alright...???
Now some may try and tell me that this is a prophetic warning to mend my wicked ways, but y'all should know by now...
Now some may try and tell me that this is a prophetic warning to mend my wicked ways, but y'all should know by now...
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| GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS READERS!!! |
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| It sure ain't Christmas! |
HAPPY EASTER FAM!
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| Who's Next? I'll take y'all on Muthafuckas! |
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| Dante and Virgil is an 1850 painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. It is on display at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris. The painting depicts two damned souls entwined in combat. |
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I would love for Father Gary wrestle with Amish Pa in a first to cum loses match. hahaha
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