Mule v. The Special Negotiator

Story by Mule based on an impudent suggestion by a reader, edits by Stefan and Artist Brah, art by Artist Brah & Enrique Nieto Nadal. Featuring Special Guest Star: Hercules Royal 

Your Mule's promotion to Partner in the Law Firm, while not unexpected, was sooner than usual, advanced by the sudden and unexpected death of the Firm's senior litigation partner, Richard "Big Dick" Taurus.

Big Dick was an admitted fitness freak, even now in his early 60's he was still constantly working out, while much younger men at the gym eyed his sculpted muscles with envy and marveled at his stamina and strength. As a youth he had taken up bodybuilding and wrestling and had proven adept at both sports. He was now a formidable heavyweight bodybuilder and wrestler, weighing in at well over 250 pounds, with an impressive physique that easily rivalled that of many pros.

As a senior partner, he had a final say-so in hirings at the firm and it was no wonder that it had more than its fair share of studs on the staff. Obviously, your Mule was one of his blue-eyed “boys”.

So, it was a great shock when Big Dick was discovered dead in his office following the long Memorial Day weekend. The thrice divorced (each wife being younger and more gorgeous than the last) Attorney was first noted as MISSING at the annual Firm Memorial Day Picnic, which had been attended by most of the Firm's Attorneys, Staff and families. But Big Dick was known to loathe social functions with the firm and it was not unusual for him to skip them.

However, it was not until the janitor was cleaning the next morning that my predecessor was found. It appeared "Big Dick" had died from a heart attack, and the money grubbing vultures aka his three ex-wives, all of whom had already retained separate legal counsel to file claims against his estate, declined an autopsy. The firm immediately fast-tracked their best litigator associate, a.k.a. yours truly, to a partnership.

Some Background to Our Tale

The week leading up to the Memorial Weekend, Jayson had contacted me to see if we had any summer internships available. He had wanted to work as a lifeguard over the summer so he could work shirtless all day and "meet lots of chicks". But his Mom was insisting he get a "grown-up" job. Jayson's grades were at best mediocre, but his non-academic achievements were off the hook.  When his High School Wrestling  competition was over he had a record of 207-1 that included 136 falls and 192 consecutive wins. He was ranked second nationally by Intermat and WIN magazines.

He had been selected National High School Wrestler of the Year by ESPN. He was the 19th individual in the history of the sport of wrestling to become a four-time State Champion!  Not surprisingly, he  had a full athletic scholarship to The Ohio State University in the Fall, and was a shoo-in to get a bid to try out for the USA Olympic Wrestling Team. With all those wrestling credentials, I just knew Richard "Big Dick" Taurus would be happy to have him on board!

“Sure thing, Mule, I’ll be in the office on Saturday. Send the little whippersnapper along and we’ll see if he’s got what it takes.”

It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant and I forewarned Jayson about Big Dick’s proclivities. Now, anyone who knows Jayson from this blog knows that he loves to engage in the aforementioned activities (that’s lawyer-speak for what I just said) but it wasn’t gonna help anyone if he busted the Senior Litigation Partner’s arm or worse.

How wrong can you be?

I learned a lot of this later, but apparently that Saturday when Jayson entered the large corner office, B.D. ("Big Dick" Taurus) looked him up and down, nodded, put his phone on voice mail and locked the door. 

Jayson:The embodiment of the All-American college jock

Young Jayson is in the prime of his life. A big young strapping man, he is the perfect embodiment of the All-American college jock. Boy-next door good looks coupled with the sculpted muscled body, peak-human strength, incredible recuperative powers, intense physical training, and amazing reflexes that have all combined to make him one of the best Collegiate wrestlers in the USA. Jayson may be under-dressed for a job interview, but his grunge-style ripped jeans and distressed clothing does a great job of showing off his powerfully built body!

"So you're a wrestler? It's good to know all those hot bulging muscles of yours aren't just for show, kid!" B.D. said by way of an introduction.

Jayson had to hold back a laugh. "Huh? Uh, yeah. Since I was 10 years old. High School Conference Champion four years running. And now I will be going on to a Real wrestling state to wrestle for The Ohio State University. But I guess you read all that on my resume' " the teen meathead jock replied. He was becoming slightly annoyed. The dude was pushing retirement age but was trying to act like he was cool and a bro but he was just coming off as a old fool trying to be young and hip. Even the way BD kept saying "Dude" and "Bro". Big Dick purposefully uses the vocatives of male intimacy, which was coming across as cringy and creepily age inappropriate to the young jock god.


"This kid is a physical specimen, a total stud, a premier college wrestling athlete. I am really going to enjoy beating that annoying superiority out of this over muscled brat..." thought Big Dick.

“Don't be nervous Jayson- even though you are quite a few years younger then me, we are just two fellow muscle studs hanging out. How about we have a friendly little wrestling session, bro! What do you say, Champ? Feel like a workout? Mule told me you like to grapple." B.D. said. “I like to grapple, too. I do it often. It's a man thing. Does wrestling make you horny too, Jayson? Does it make your teen jock muscle cock hard? Because it makes me hard."

Big Dick looked at Jayson. "So, stud. You want to wrestle?'

Jayson grinned, "You serious, Mr. Taurus?"

"Yeah, dude." Big Dick replied. "We're not here behind locked doors as lawyer and summer intern. We're here as wrestlers. You got the balls to go against me?"

Jayson countered. "Shit, man, you like talking tough. Yeah, dude.
I'll go at it with you. Think you can handle me?"

Without saying a word, the Lawyer began to remove his expensive suit, stripping down to just a jock strap. Big Dick stood directly in front of Jayson, with his hands on his hips, flexing so that his abs rippled and his pecs bounced. There is a pronounced bulge in BD's jockstrap that can barely contain his eight inches of flaccid cock and bull sized nutsack. BD stared intensely into his prey’s eyes, waiting for Jayson to take stock of the stunning body in front of him.

Stripping down to just a jock strap, Big Dick stood directly in
 front of Jayson, flexing so that his abs rippled and his pecs 
bounced. The predator stared intensely into his prey’s eyes, 
waiting for Jayson to take stock of the stunning body in 
front of him

"Yeah, Stud.  I think I can take you.  Let's get this show on the road, kid.  Let's see what you got!" Big Dick said with a confident smile. "Let's get it on, BOY!"

 If Big Dick was expecting a stunned reaction from Jayson, he didn't get one. Having spent more than half his young life in gyms and locker-rooms he had the typical jock nonchalance about nudity, his own or others.  After years of standing in line with 40+ other ripped bros with big bubble butts and ample packages in just jock straps  for weigh-ins at wrestling tournaments, he was in no ways weirded out the sight of hot jockstrapped muscle.  

 Jayson may have been nonchalant,  but he did appreciate the old man’s impressive physique. The older dude had muscles that that a prime Arnold Schwarzenegger would have envied. 

The Lawyer removed his expensive suit,
 stripping down to just a jock strap. 
Jayson was a'mirin'!
This old dude had the muscles of a prime 
Arnold Schwarzenegger !

The Lawyer noticed immediately that the youngster’s impressive cock, outlined in his tight pants, was beginning to swell to  enormous size. He noted with smug satisfaction that the young teen stud was obviously starting to be aroused by his massively muscled body. Jayson had the job right there but there was no point in letting the opportunity to wrestle with a young stud muffin go to waste.

Clearly Big Dick wouldn't take "No" for an answer. And Jayson did not want to have to explain to his Mom that he didn’t get the job.

"Looks like he's 'that old guy at the gym'. He probably was a stud back in the day, but there comes a time in a man's life, when the run has come to an end. When the ride has slowed and it's time to get off. It looks like this fossil is going to need a kick in the butt for him to wake da'fuk up and know it's time gets out da' game." Jayson thought. "Dude got a great body but he must be in the early stages of  'oldtimers' dementia."

Big Dick's body seemed to swell twice his size as he spread his lats and arms to the side. Big clenched fists hung menacingly at either side of the brawny seasoned fighter's sturdy frame.

"You want to fight this, don’t you Jayson?” B.D. cooed.  "Your young jock muscle and teen strength against my hard, mature muscle  and my old man strength? The young bull versus the old bull! Your body versus my body to see who's stronger? Me and you, wrestling Mano-a-Mano!" 

"Wow, he must be a real good lawyer. He even speaks Latin!" thought Jayson.

How about we have a little wrestling session, Jayson?
Don't you want to find out what all that young muscle of yours 
can do against a body like mine?

Like the alpha male he was, B.D.  stood facing his opponent and showed Jayson his weapons - a staggering bare muscled torso, built and ripped beyond what anyone would had imagined was concealed by his well tailored suits. He clenched his fists at this side. The muscles and veins in the forearms swelled like air had just been pumped into them. His flexed biceps swelled like huge cinder blocks on the fronts of his upper arms.

Jayson, trying to remember the “how to answer interview questions” shit he’d been told at college, looked at him and answered politely.

“Yes, sir, as an athlete, I like to be challenged. I enjoy wrestling guys of all ages, as long as they can give me some true competition! I especially like going against a quality opponent who is my equal or close to it!”

“Yes,” the long-winded lawyer answered, just getting started even though he believed he already had a YES. "We both know it all comes down to the alpha male versus the alpha male. Every man with testosterone in his balls  has that male quality in him that makes him want to be the 'top dawg'. He wants to prove to his counterparts that he is superior and that he rules the mats. Most men enjoy being the leader, just some are more suited to actually being the leader than others." Big Dick was a great trial lawyer and a great speechifier. He was talking to Jayson as smoothly as he would be talking to a jury during closing arguments.

Big Dick continued. "Alpha versus alpha wrestling is all about domination. The thrill of having two muscle studs who know they can defeat most anyone their size...and then putting that reputation on the line to see who can kick whose ass. You know the feeling: when two muscle studs like us first meet: the initial stare-down, gazing at each other, some overt flexing and posing, then the sizing up of each other. Then one muscleman challenges the other and the fight is on. After both working out in the gym for hours, hitting the iron, we both have that pumped up feeling of invincibility from all that testosterone raging in our balls which makes for some good brutal, sweaty and rough alpha versus alpha fighting. Just thinking about totally dominating another alpha male brings out the animal in me. It gets me going and gives me a boner."  With that, he stepped forward and cupped his fully packed jock pouch, that bulged and moved like it had a squirrel trapped in it.

Jayson had actually tuned out the convo just after the old-timer had started talking. Old folks talk way too much about meaningless shit. Elderly people memories get fuzzy, they don't know where they are or what year it is half the time.  "Why the fuck would anyone want to live past 30?" he wondered.    Jayson had been wishing that he could check his phone during the entire  time this obviously senile old fart had been talking.   

"But until then, how about a little preview match... just a couple of holds, right here, right now. My office is sound proof for security reasons so we won't even need to keep it quiet. Whaddya say?  Feel like a workout? As you can see, I am dressed for it...” Jayson zoned in and out as  Big Dick droned on: "Blah, blah...No one will need to know ...Or are you - chicken?"

Those last few words penetrated the brain of a bored Jayson who had been thinking how hungry he was and that Your Mule was supposed to be taking him to lunch. 

Impressive physique you have there, Jayson! I’m glad you
accepted my challenge. How about we forget that pussy
collegiate crap - and you and me go at it man to man, no holds
barred? That way we'll see who's the better man!

That did it. No way was this old fart was gonna diss Jayson like that and get away with it!  Jayson sized BD up. While Jayson was, literally, a cocky young dude, he did appreciate the old man’s impressive physique, as swole dudes do. "You're a big guy," Jayson noted out loud, surveying Big Dick's two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. "And he must be strong as fuck -- geez, those muscles!" Jayson thought to himself.

"Sure you're on, IF it means I get the job!" Jayson remarked. "Just try not to break a hip or something...you got Medicare, right?" Jayson figured it wouldn't take long. Once he heard Jayson's acceptance,  Big Dick's cock was instantly fully erect and  the huge mushroom head of his eight inch cock poked out the top of his jock strap. 

Jayson watched as this Methuselah with muscles dragged the palms of his hands down his jutting pecs and across the deep ridges of his six-pack abs. 

"I'll be damned if the old fucker doesn't have a killer set of ripped abs!" thought Jayson.   Then Big Dick tightened it up even more, and Jayson could see a set of eight showing. Big Dick patted his stomach, making a solid thudding sound. He walked over and stood by Jayson. "Here, give it a punch." He put his hands on his side and looked down at his midsection. "I'm not going to hit you, man," Jayson said. "Come on, muscleman.  Give it a shot, let's see what you got!"  the Crazy old dude insisted.  Jayson rolled his eyes, and gave the old man a half-hearted sock in the gut. He connected with rock solid gutmuscle. 

"Don't tell me that's all you've got, ya pantywaist," he said, mocking Jayson. "I didn't even feel that one, do it again." Jayson didn't even know what a pantywaist was, but he didn't like the sound of it. "Come on, musclehead, bring it on," Big Dick taunted! This time Jayson reared back and hit him pretty solid. Jayson heard him huff out a lung full of air, but he only budged backward two steps, and barely bent over. Big Dick straightened up and just stood there, smirking. "Not bad for 66, heh?" he said. "Dude, you're 66 years old?" Jayson couldn't believe it. He looked like he was in his forties. Shit, Jayson's grandfather was 66 years old! "Yep. Be 60 in January." Big Dick flexed his abs in the mirror, admiring his eight-pack as he rubbed his hand up and down the sections. 

When he reached his waist, he put his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his jock strap. 

"Hey, tough young stud, You ready to go all the way man to man?" Snapping the elastic waistband of his jock with a sly grin.  BD slowly lowered his jock strap over his raging cock and down his hips. He let the jock drop to the floor and kicked it aside. As he did, a steel hard one eyed purple headed monster that thanks to a triple dose of Viagra was every bit as hard as a teenage boy's sprung out, slapping against his abs as it was freed.  As his jock hit the floor, the older man stepped out to the center of the room, and turned to face Jayson, with his hands on his hips giving Jayson a clear view of his colossal cock.

Then Big Dick flexed his bodybuilder biceps which expanded to a full 19 inches. Jayson's teen hormones caused his raw physical response as his big trouser snake stretched in involuntary sexual arousal in response to the sexy senior bodybuilder's incredible, massively muscled body. The big old dude's legs were shockingly pumped. He showed off his meaty quads. "Not bad, huh?" he said. Then he began to flex them. His quads looked like they were made up of giant boa constrictors, writhing and bulging up and down. They were some of the biggest fucking quads Jayson had ever seen, and they were completely shredded up. He could see every thick fiber, dancing at Big Dick's command.  His vascularity was insane. Thick veins, branching off and diving deep into his massive thighs. 

Jayson couldn't help his raw physical response as his big
snake stretched in involuntary sexual arousal in response to
the sexy senior bodybuilder's incredible, massively
 muscled body. 

The two wrestlers began limbering up, stretching their huge muscles. Big Dick stands apart, rolling his big shoulders and loosening his joints. He checked out his handsome young opponents muscled body and with its huge biceps, massive pecs, and chiseled, eight-pack abs. Jayson was the quintessential All-American jock stud! "I’m glad you accepted my challenge. How about we just forget about that pussy collegiate crap - let's you and me go at it man to man, no holds barred? Let's just beat the shit out of each other until one of us cries uncle. That way we'll know for sure  who's the better man here - and I will tell you right now that it's gonna be me! " brags Big Dick arrogantly! "We'll see about that!" Jayson snorts, adding: "You think you're tough, Mr. Taurus?? And you like it rough? OK, by me. Let’s go! In under two minutes I will have you screaming & flailing like a schoolgirl"

The clever lawyer smiled to himself. He had exploited the foolish young meathead's adrenaline and testosterone fuelled pride to make a stupid decision.  This would not be a friendly match.   Big Dick had fantasized about dominating Jayson's muscled jock body for weeks now.  Big Dick thought about how Jayson's boyish face will look when Jayson's eyes widened in horror and shock as Big Dick's fists sank into his weakening body.  Yes, thought Big Dick, he would demolish the young muscle stud.

So it came to pass that young Jayson, a top-rated 18 year old college wrestler jock, had been challenged by a seasoned  bodybuilder/wrestler in his 60's and now they would both put their studly bodies on the line to battle head on, face-to-face, to see who was the alpha male between them!

Jayson figured he would quickly dispose of this old timer,
force him to submit and get something to eat.

Jayson figured he would quickly dispose of this old timer, force him to submit and get something to eat.  For a top-rated college wrestler, it would be easy. If his Mom got mad at him for kicking this old codger’s antique ass and getting fired before he’d even started, too bad. #Me too - and all that shit.

“Okay, stud, Let’s do this thing! Mature and cocksure faces off with young and hung in  the battle of the bulges and the bulging biceps!!! ” Big Dick boomed loudly, sporting a big grin on his face, as he landed a cracking slap across Jayson’s meaty jock ass and laughed. Giving each other a quick butt slap was something that Jayson and his teammates often did. It felt natural, even when naked in the showers. But something felt creepy and pervy about this old geezer over 3x times his age slapping his butt. Besides, the dude didn't even say "No-Homo!", although even calling a "No-Homo!" probably wouldn't saved him on that one. Jayson knows that guys like this go home and jerk off over him. That's alright, old rich phaggots can be quite generous sometimes. The ones that followed his "fans-only" Instagram were always buying him supplements and gym wear from his Amazon "wish list".

Both musclemen put up their hands and slowly interlocked their fingers: the match would start with a test of brute strength. Jayson was instantly astonished by his host’s strength. He quickly realized Big Dick was even stronger than he looked. This big old dude was strong as goddam shit! Jason could barely hold his own against the tremendous force the old muscle-man was applying against his arms. OK, so the dirty old pedo muscleman definitely wasn't over the hill yet.    Big Dick smiled, "C'mon son, where's that young superiority of yours, State Champ? I heard you were some kind of  Superboy! Show me everything you got, boy!" 

Big Dick grinned thru his red, sweating straining face, apparently getting a rush from coming up against a real challenge. He grunted like a bull and leaned in farther. The two big men were now nose to nose, glaring at each other.  Sweat streamed down both massive torsos. The room stank of testosterone sweat!

Then it began to happen. Big Dick slowly began to inch Jayson down.The older man gradually took control of the young stud, forcing him back, inches at a time, as both grapples grunted and sweated with strain. 

Jayson tapped into every reserve of strength that he could. But he couldn't slow Big Dick's progress.   Jayson could smell his opponent's musk. The old man smelled like pure masculinity. Jayson's thick cock was growing even harder. Jayson was close to creaming in his jeans from the effect of feeling the old muscle brute's  dominating power! 

Big Dick had that fabled "Old Man Strength" in crazy insane abundance, but Jayson was an Olympic level skilled wrestler. With a quick side-step, he released his part of the hold, causing Big Dick to stumble forward. By twisting his arm, Jayson managed to flip the big muscle Dude over, jammed his knee into his back and slapped on a choke from behind. He hoped the old-timer would be happy with that little tussle and send him on his way. Man, was Jayson hungry for lunch.

BD tapped. So far so good but as he got to his feet, he said "Not bad, son! But  that was just a little test.  Now let’s see what you really got.” As he said this, he lightly massaged his now totally erect dick. 

Jayson was now really pissed. Plan A had failed. Plan B it was then. Jayson undid his pants and slipped them down over his mountainous wrestler thighs and threw them aside. Since he was free-balling, the head of Jayson's spitting white anaconda, engorged to imposing size by his own deep arousal pointed directly at Big Dick. The legendary Jaysonator stretched to its full 11.5" inch glory. BD’s eyes bee-wavered and his cock gave a couple of lurches.  

BD found himself having a private audience with Jayson's legendary behemoth cock. It was impossible not to stare at it. Fuck, this kid was hung like Jesus!  BD's eight and a half inch, equally iron-hard cock saluted Jayson's 11.5"er.  It looked like a third leg hanging between Jayson's massive thighs.   Jayson's anaconda was just casually flopping around. It was easily as big as any swinging dick he had seen in the locker rooms in all his years as an athlete and gym junkie, and he didn't mean just on a white man. When BD finally managed to look away from Jayson's colossal cock and balls, he found himself gawking at Jayson's beefy muscled jock ass. Even Jayson's wrestler butt looked powerful - a round muscular jock butt associated with college athletes like football players, Olympic weightlifters and wrestlers.  BD had never before been intimidated by a wrestling rival, but this young stud's outrageous  muscles and manhood were off the chain! BD had a clear view of both cocks, and the comparison shocked him into a rare silence. BD was used to having the biggest dick in the locker room.  But  Jayson's Pringle can-sized manhood was at least 3 inches longer than BD's own  girthy-horse cock and just as thick. 

Jayson still wasn’t sure what the Dude wanted out of all this but if he wanted a fight, he would give him one.  Looks like it was time to turn it up a notch.  Both men were getting into this as they circled each other again. Their arousal was obvious as they  circled with their horse sized cocks slapping their huge bodybuilder thighs. They move in cautiously and locked up collar and elbow. BD took control as he pressed Jayon back against the wall. Jayson felt his huge wrestler-jock muscle ass slam against the wall and was fuming that a young athletic stud like him was being worked by this roided-up, muscle-bound dinosaur.  There was no way Jayson was going to be pushed around.  His warrior spirit had kicked in, and now he was raging for a win!


As they came together again, Jayson lifted his knee up, crashing it into Big Dick's rock hard six pack abs. A clearly stunned BD grunts as the tremendous blow doubles him over in pain and shock, clutching his  abs as his eyes bugged out gasping for breath.  For over four decades BD's sculpted abdominal muscles had stood up to the battering of every man in the gym who had  accepted his challenge to test them with a punch, no matter how big or tough they were. But now he  groaning and holding his caved-in abs, having been bent almost in half by Jayson's gut punch. .

Suddenly the aggressive teen jock seized his now helpless opponent's left arm and savagely twisted it, then hooked it in a painful arm-bar. Using both his 18" teen muscle stud arms against the old strongman's brawny left arm, he poured on the pressure. "OK, Mr Taurus, Sir, game’s over! I win again! Submit!"

Big Dick was clearly in pain. All of his bodybuilder muscles were bulging with effort now as he fought to escape. His big  biceps and triceps flex impressively but the big muscles are ineffectual against Jayson's iron hammerlock. Groaning, his face, was contorted in agony. But, stubbornly, he refused to submit. "You'll have to do better than that to make me quit, you snot-nosed muscle freak brat!" Retorts BD thru clinched white teeth as he refused to capitulate!

"Well, you did say you liked to play rough..." Jayson reminded him as he increased the pressure on BD's arm to keep him on his knees. His awesome strength  continues to ratchet up his iron hammerlock on the trapped  BD! BD feels his tendons begin to give way in his big muscled arm pinned behind his back.  But Jayson was getting frustrated that the old fuck hadn't submitted yet. He was afraid I might decide to go to lunch without him if he was running too late.

Realizing that the muscle teen's attention wasn't fully focused on keeping leverage on his arm, suddenly the brawny muscle wrestler kicked out his leg, catching his opponent just above the ankle and knocking the muscle teen's massive tree-trunk sized leg out from under him. Jayson crashed to the floor  on his beefy wrestler bubble butt with a thud, releasing his hold.  BD struggled quickly to his feet, with his big arm hanging limp and clearly useless at his side. The adrenaline kicks in and Big Dick pushes past the pain of his crippled left arm.

Big Dick swiftly grabs Jayson's head, pulling it down as BD's vicious right knee comes up  into Jayson's handsome face with a THUD, sending the teen muscle jock sprawling on his stomach, stunned and clutching his jaw.
DFUKKKK? thought Jayson, his head dazed bad by the knee slam to his face.

In an amazing display of muscle power and wrestling skill, the older bodybuilder wrestler vaults the distance to Jayson who was still struggling to get up off the floor.  Big Dick leaps on top of the rising Jayson and wrapped his massive thighs around Jayson's narrow waist from behind. Jayson knew at once he was in big trouble as he felt himself being mounted and Big Dick's massive, smooth pythons coil around his rock-hard midsection. Jayson had been impressed with the huge size of the muscle-daddy's rock-crusher thighs when he had first seen them, and now they were locked around his struggling body in a crushing scissors. Jayson tried to bridge out of the hold, but Big Dick had the hold clinched on tight on the younger muscle wrestler's torso.  The big legs clamped around Jayson were so thick that Jayson's hips to armpits were covered by the twin muscled pythons.   Big Dick leaned back on both his massive arms so he could pour even more power into his vice-like bodyscissors. He was enjoying himself, feeling a rush of sexual and muscle power in his bulging thighs.

"Yeah, rough is the only way I do it, Pretty-boy! Payback time is now. I got your meaty ass now!  Get ready to lose, Champ! ” BD snarled, in a delayed response to Jayson's previous taunt.  "We'll see about that," Jayson retorted between grunts.

The air in the office became charged with the aroma of testosterone and the sweat of athletic men in combat. The amount of musky testosterone mixed in the sweat coming off of both men was unreal.  The scent of masculinity and abundant testosterone in the thick air was overwhelming, driving both men crazy.    Jayson was clawing at Big Dick's man-killer thighs, trying desperately to relieve their pressure. But Big Dick's legs were too strong. BD was in control now. He was the aggressor. He was on top and had mounted his opponent. He would now give this cocky, overconfident teen muscle jock a wrestling lesson he would never forget. 

"I won't lie, Jayson! You ARE hot as fuck! I am fortunate to get a chance to dominate a nationally recognized young wrestling muscle stud like you. You know how turned on I am, and it's turning you on too! Fucking best day ever!" Big Dick grunted as he continued to flex his enormously powerful legs.
"You like the feeling of my big thighs surrounding your torso huh Jayson.  Well, feel this. BAMMMM! 

BD's leg muscles  turned into solid rock. He flexed his quads and his thighs turned into slabs of steel. And Jayson felt just what those slabs can do. 

BD  now showed Jayson  how strong his legs are. "UNNNNGGHHHH!!!!" Jayson started to groan! 

"Yeah, my legs feel like a big steel vise closing in on your young muscled jock body, don't they Jayson? They're so fucking strong that they are crushing your ribs. Even your muscle stud rib cage ain't nothing to those big monsters, jock-boy. And even when they're crushing the life out of you, my muscles are turning you on. Yeah, I'm dominating you, champ! I'm dominating the best high school wrestler in the USA! And you like all my hot muscle talk too, don't you Jayson. Yeah, I know you do. You are turned on when I talk about my muscles. Yeah, go ahead and feel those big muscles that are crushing you into defeat. Run your hands all over my big legs. Feel those huge quads and those bulging calves." Big Dick was talking non-stop, really getting off on controlling the college muscle jock who by most accounts was the best High School wrestler in the USA. He sounded like he was about to bust a nut.

Jayson was in trouble. His ribs were about to snap and he couldn't breath.  He had to act fast. He rolled from side to side, until finally he was able to do a little twist that allowed him to slam 4 powerful elbow-shots into Big Dick's still-weakened  rock-hard six pack muscle gut. Big Dick grunted like an ape with each elbow strike as it thudded into its target. The blows caused Big Dick to loosen his scissors and Jayson was free!  Still gasping for breath, the young muscleman jumped to his feet.

Jayson looks at the huge legs that he just escaped from.  "Fuk, his wheels are sick!" he thinks.  Big Dick notices and craftily distracts Jayson using those legs.   Big Dick jiggles his huge killer quad muscle from side to side.  It flops like a huge piece of meat from one side to the other, then he tenses suddenly, flexing it into a solid, corded mass.  Jayson stares open-mouthed at the quad shake demonstration. "Stupid bodybuilder tricks," thought BD, but it accomplished what he wanted, it had momentarily distracted Jayson! 

BD made a fist, pulled back his still good right arm and punched Jayson in his washboard gut, as hard as he could. Jayson flexed his abs into steel just in time and BD's fist hit six plates of solid steel--Jayson's brick wall of abdominal muscle. There was a loud satisfying slam of a fist into thick hard beef, the  huge ape-like grunt of a man being worked over as the fist sank into Jayson's chiselled out-of-stone six-pack.  Jayson's mouth formed an "o" as all the breath flew out of him. A stunned Jayson grunted and bent over, holding his stomach. 

Big Dick grinned. “FUCK YEAH BABY THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT,” he shouted.  That had been a mean surprise for the young modern day Hercules  who was now bent almost in half holding his "perfect" abs, while  his god-like body was heaving up and down gasping for oxygen. 

"Now this young Adonis knows he's not man enough to be on the level with me..." thought the Alpha Male. Big Dick flexed his own gargantuan muscles and ran his hands over them. His own body felt like it was made of stone. "Fuck.  There was no way this kid could compare with my sheer body mass nor  match my strength!"

When Jayson's eyes opened up, Big Dick rubbed his abs openly but nonchalantly, giving the kid a free show.  He flexed his god-like physique, showing off his Alpha Male muscles.  He slapped his perfect abs twice, producing a solid thump, and growled, “I’M A BEAST. YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE BOY. JUST LOOK AT MY BODY!” He began flexing his muscles and putting on a show for Jayson. Big Dick wanted Jayson to feel attracted to him. 

Jayson finally straightened back up, still cupping his abs with both hands. He sneered at BD , then quick-cocked his arms into a double-bi pose and popped his abs. Something snapped in BD. This arrogant young muscle punk was  mocking him!  When Jayson dropped his arms and waggled a "come-on" gesture with his hands, BD stepped forward, hands fisted, ready to show this youngster who was really in charge.

BAMMMM!  BD's fist, powered by all 250 lbs of his powerful bodybuilder muscle, hit Jayson's abs hard with a huge haymaker gut punch. AWUGHHHH!!!  Big Dick's fist sunk past his fist into Jayson stomach. Jayson's eyes bulged as he was lifted off the floor, impaled by Big Dick mighty arm and powerful fist!  FUUUUUUGGHHHHH groaned Jayson.  The long loud grunt from the cocky muscle stud  he had just slugged was one of the most gratifying sounds BD had ever heard. It was also arousing as hell. It was the same sound he'd  heard when he fucked the ass of the biggest musclemen he'd ever drilled, the sound of a man whose measure had just been tapped, whose manhood was now in the control of the man fucking him. This time it was Jayson's iron hard abs that had buckled, and it was BD that had busted his gut.

To BD, a punch of a fist was the same as the deep, nasty thrust of a cock. The deeper and harder the thrust, the stronger the proof of his manhood. He not only felt strong in such hard fucking, he felt like howling, sounding his dominance over another stud, a big dog he was fucking like a bitch.

BD stepped back and looked at the young musclestud whose gut he'd just drilled deep with his fist. Jayson was bent over with his hands on both knees, sucking as much air as he could back into his body.  Big Dick grinned. That punch had hurt Jayson badly.   

"What do you think of your chances now, kid?" BD asked with a grin. "You are about to become the beefy little cocksucker
you were born to be!"

"That. all. you. got.?"  asked Jayson, slowly and haltingly, between huge gulps of air and bolts of pain radiating from his gut to the rest of his body. Despite his bravo, Jayson knew that Big Dick had done something no gym meathead or fellow jock had been able to do to him, he had folded Jayson in half with a gut punch!

BD grabbed his wrist with his other hand and yelled out in pain. It was a delayed reaction. He realized that he had hurt his hand by punching Jayson's rock-hard abs.

"Yeah, I know it feels like you hit solid steel. My abs are like corrugated steel, Mr. Taurus. But Fuck if I didn't feel those fucking sledgehammer punches you were throwing, man. You hit harder than most! But there's about four inches of thick muscle protecting my gut. Rock hard muscle. Yeah, I didn't think you stood a chance of breaking through my ab muscles, but fuck if you didn't manage to gut me!" Jayson explains as he continues to suck in huge lungs full of air.

Jayson pulled the groggy older muscleman up by his hair. Big Dick realized this teenage muscle stud was a better wrestler than any other wrestler he had ever faced. Jayson kept a firm grip on the exhausted old-timer’s hair. 

Well, old-timer, it must be time for your afternoon nap!

Rock-a-bye-grandaddy, in the treetops...

"Well, old-timer, it must be time for your afternoon nap!" Jayson wrapped his Popeye muscled forearms around Big Dick's head in a sleeper hold. The young musclestud teen began singing, "Rock-a-bye-grandaddy, in the treetops..." as he tightened his hold, gently swinging the fading strongman to and fro. For a few seconds, Big Dick swung his arms and kicked his legs in a panicky attempt to escape. Then he tried tugging on Jayson's massively thick forearms in an attempt to loosen their grip.

Then he tried tugging on Jayson's massively thick forearms
 in an attempt to loosen their grip

oooOOOFF!! UNNHHH!!

"Rough is not so much fun when I'm beating you into submission is it, pops?" The young blond muscle Adonis taunted. 

Not so much fun when I'm beating you into submission is it?

UNNFFF!!

The old man wasn’t going anywhere so, for good measure, Jayson, who already knew plenty about putting his muscles to good effect with both men and women, snuggled in tight so his thighs were clamped around BD’s waist, his thick pecs rubbing against his back and his bulging biceps clamped around his throat. 

This muscle teen is going to hand your wrinkled old man
ass to you!

“This muscle teen is going to hand your wrinkled old man ass to you! You are old, soft and slow, and I am gonna knock you the fuck out cold! It won't be long... we both know you don't stand a chance!”

It won't be long... we both know you don't stand a chance!

“Can't ....catch my... breath! ...UHHH...Everything spinning... Can't ...think...can't.... stop ... stop…"

Can't ....catch my... breath! ...UHHH...Everything spinning...
Can't ...think...can't.... stop ... stop…

“I have to  admit you were more of a challenge than what I was expecting. Do I get the fuckin’ job, Mr. Taurus?  Do I, huh?”

This is almost too easy, pops.
 I expected more of a challenge from you. 

“Let me go…..!”

Let me go!

Can't breathe, everything is spinning...

*gasp, gurgle, choke*

Easy old fella!

You still with us, geez?

*gasp*

You are not so tough now Big Dick, It won't be long now...you
 can't take much more... we both know You are almost done!
gloated Jason

Geezus!  This old muscle man actually gave me a run for my 
money! He is still fighting...  The old douchebag is no slouch.
 He is almost as strong as me.  I've got to keep on the pressure
 until I'm sure he's out.....

Having...chest pains...let...go...Boy...must... get... my...
nitro....glycerin.....tablets....

The young muscle-stud did then let go, but it was too late....Big Dick had suffered a fatal heart attack though, to be fair, Jayson did not know that; he thought the old Dude had just passed out.  Like so many bodybuilders, his years of steriod abuse had caught up with him, and his enlarged heart simply gave out! When Jayson did find out, he just shrugged it off. As he put it "the dude was ancient and probably would have died in a year or two away! At least he got to die doing what he liked, wrestling!" 

Jayson grabbed his phone and texted me that he was on his way to meet him for lunch. "Mr. Taurus said he was going to take a nap and to not disturb him" he told the Secretary as he jogged to the elevator.

Jayson related the story to me over a man-sized lunch.

"Do you think he will be mad?" asked Jayson.

"Nah, you're good. But he will want a rematch. You're gonna end up being his little wrestling buddy for the summer, now. I need the break. But you need to let him win occasionally. "

Anyhow it all blew over and Jayson worked the summer at the firm - with certain fringe benefits. The hugely-endowed teen Lothario ended hooking up with all three of the Taurus widow MILFs.  The kid and his legendary cock sure did get around - he’s going to be a force to be reckoned with one day.

And things just happened to work out for me too…..anyway, it put me in a position for the following events to occur... Is all I am saying!

**** Several Months Later****

Your Mule, in his new capacity as a partner, is negotiating a deal with the lawyers of a mysterious Canadian billionaire that wants to buy a minor league American sports team and move it to the Northern Territories. The lawyers for the Billionaire were based in Minnesota, which must have had something to do with the well known Canadian inability to function in temperatures much above freezing.  I had met in marathon sessions with the attorneys representing the billionaire on several occasions. The negotiations had gone well at first, since the Minneapolis lawyers were pushovers and I had little trouble steam rolling over them. Until the deal gets hung up over, of all things, spitting up the concession sales. I could overhear the lawyers on the phone to their client begging him to agree to the terms I was demanding, because I was intimidating the fuck out of them. 

Intimidating as Fuck!

But the Billionaire, who had more balls than his lawyers, drew the line. He told his very expensive, cowardly, and frankly useless lawyers to bill him and get lost, and he would finish things up himself.  I head back home, and my client tells me I have negotiated a fantastic deal already and they are ready to sign. I, who as a new partner, want to look like a hero and impress the client and my firm, tells them to let me take on more run at them. "I am confident I can squeeze a little more out of them. If I can't, we can just accept their last offer and I won't even charge you for the next meeting."

The Billionaire announces that he is sending a "special negotiator" to work out the deal with Our Firm  (or more precisely ME)  and end the stalemate. The Billionaire says the Special Negotiator has a "particular set of skills" 

and he has proven very useful in handling certain situations for him in the past. I am expecting a lawyer, but instead, as I soon find out, the "special negotiator" is an enforcer type, and what he has in mind is Trial by Combat to determine the terms of the Sale . 

I was not happy. It was Saturday morning. I liked to take his time at the gym on Saturday morning.

As I entered the conference room I saw what was one of the biggest muscle freaks I had ever seen. The dude was legitimately jaw-dropping huge!  Huger than even Your Mule.  The huge mothafukka's custom made shirt was the size of a pup tent yet still looked stretched to near busting trying to contain his body. The muscle-head oozed the kind of conceit that only men of incredible muscularity do. But I knew that with big men like this, usually first time they take a strong pop in the face or big slam to the ground from another big man, they turn into Namby-pamby Bitchaz!

Mr. Royal's build was striking. His rugged look,  five o'clock shadow and tough no-non scene personality gave him an aura of power and primal virility  First impression: gruff and tough, the kind of guy you wouldn't want to have mad at you. He had an animal-like look.  He was a burly, strapping mountain of muscle--a contrast to my gorgeous mega-muscle god Adonis appearance. 

Are you the Special Negotiator, a Mr. Royal?

To my annoyance the jumbo-sized "special negotiator" immediately disrespects me by barely even acknowledging me as he came into the room, and instead just said "So where is this Mule I heard about, I always enjoy meeting a fellow muscle man!" The freak's deep voice fills the room. I couldn't place his accent, was it English, Russian, Israeli, Spanish? In any event, I already was hating the behemoth asshole and his stupid mind-tricks. In response to the brute's question I stepped forward, muscles instinctively flaring, as I felt the mammoth muscleman look me and up down. He was sizing me up, with a fucking snort of scorn and a sneer of total lack of respect. I totally wanted to knock that arrogant sneer off of his smug face ! 

That is what they call me, he said in a strange accent I couldn't
quite place, was it English, Russian, Israeli, Spanish?
So where is this Mule I heard about, I always enjoy meeting a
fellow muscle man!

I  knew that with big men like this, usually first time they take
 a strong pop in the face or big slam to the ground from
 another big man, they turn into Namby-pamby Bitchaz

The mountain of muscle smelled of testosterone, it oozed from his every pore. The odor of testosterone and manly self-assurance was in his sweat - quite a heady mix - that dominated the room. The Goliath-sized muscleman adjusted his stance and to my eyes it looked like his brawny muscle mass actually expanded. My eyes were on him and judging by his arrogant grin he was use to that.  "Time to assert myself", I thought to myself, as I flared my lats and puffed up my impressive chest. 

I felt him scrutinizing my over-developed  body with a trained eye even though I was wearing a suit.  He noted my broad shoulders and huge arms, my boulder-like traps and my thick, powerful chest, my tight narrow waist, all supported by two massively muscled legs.

This is what I loved, when two muscle bulls first meet, that posturing, that male ego, the leaders of the pack clashing as the need to assert their dominance overtakes. The hyper-masculine feeling when two Alpha muscle studs first meet and size each other up.

"You are meeting me now...." I snapped. I forced a smile, but my face felt hot from the insult and I wanted to deck the arrogant prick and then rip the fucker's dick and balls off and beat him to beat to death with them.

"My mistake, friend. From the stories I have heard I was expecting someone much bigger, a true male specimen, a muscle sight to behold, not a pretty boy lawyer".

He was trying to make me feel SMALL!
Your Mule was triggered!

"Uwotm8?"  I think, increasingly pissed off.   "Now hold on you arrogant, cocksucking 'roided up muscle freak," I thought, but  being the consummate professional lawyer, I hold my tongue for the moment, instead putting my hand out to shake. I felt the hulking brute's shovel sized hand clamp round his, and with a vise-like grip worthy of an Olympic power-lifter, attempts to crush my hand. Clearly this jacked-up behemoth is as strong as an ox and doesn't believe in niceties.

Handshake...

...felt like...

Handshake ...

...felt like

Handshake...

...was like..

Your Mule isn't the stuff of legend for no reason though.  Despite the throbbing pain in my crushed hand, I  respond with my own equally powerful grip, crushing the muscle monster's hand in a attempt to put the mighty beast down on his knees. I was a football player, I know how to play through the pain.

It was Royal's turn to have a throbbing hand.

 I see, but a brief moment of surprise in the muscle-bound Neanderthal's eyes. "Heh, you're strong, Mule..but not strong enough..." the powerfully-built caveman says in a low voice.

We are still grasping hands when suddenly, with a sly wink, Royal  goes into beast-mode, his mighty muscles and sinews explode with power as the massive brute pulls  me off-balance toward him with an irresistible force.  I am shocked as I  slam into a brick wall of muscle with the force of a car wreck. Royal doesn't even bulge as I bounce off the solid muscle of his physique. 

Then with a laugh he gives a powerful shove, which sends me stumbling back, with Royal keeping hold of my hand to control the stumble. "So let's get down to business, yes?" as the freak smiles. He lets go of my hand and then struts to the conference table, every muscle rippling as he does. As he sits down, the chair groans under his mass before going quiet, as though submitting to him. "Sit Mule!" the freak barks, as if giving orders to a dog, and gestures to a vacant chair. The arrogant cock sucker was clearly trying to take control. Begrudgingly I sit, biding my time. I am close to boiling over, but I remembers the old Klingon saying "Revenge is a dish best served cold!" as I lower my massive glutes into a chair.

The negotiator introduced himself as Hercules Royal, and apparently was some bad ass  who worked for the billionaire on "special projects"

***A Detour Down Memory Lane***

By way of background, one day last year  I was in the  office and was talking with Ms. Betty  about the false alarm missile attack on Hawaii over the weekend. 

I said if the same thing happened here I would just jump in my jeep, head for the desert, and see how far I could get with the 15 minute warning we would get.

To which Ms Betty respawned "Why not just go down to the bomb shelter?"

"We got a bomb shelter?" I asked, while thinking that  I've worked here 3 fucking years and this is the first I am hearing about a bomb shelter.

"Yes, Mr. Davidson had it installed back in 1962,  during the Cuban Missile Crisis.  We sort of forgot about it after the cold war ended, but after President Trump was  elected Mr. Mills had me restock it with fresh survival rations and water. He wanted to make sure that in case of thermonuclear war that the firm would still be functional. " Ms Betty explained to me real slow like I was a retard.  She does that a lot.

"How would we practice law if our clients, all of the Judges, and most of the other lawyers were all dead?" is what I was thinking,  but instead I just asked "Where is it?"

"Down in the basement storeroom...go past the Telex machine, back where the IBM Selectric Typewriters are.  There is a big metal door.  You really can't miss it...." Ms Betty was talking even slower now.

Since on of my duties when I'm on call is to watch the Telex for messages (last one we got was in 1979 so it's a pretty easy gig) I am familiar with the basement store room.  

The Telex Machine
Last  got a message on it in  1979

Basement Store Room

"The big metal door?  I thought that was an old vault or something, it's always been locked'  by now I am really intrigued and Ms Betty just wants me to go away so she can get back to illegally practicing law without a license under the guise of being Mr. Mills secretary."Do you have the password to the lock?"

"Sure, it's 'PASSW0RD'  all caps, use a number 0 instead of a letter O" Ms Betty replies wearily. "Feel free to look around but don't spend too much time in there.  When the technical support tech was down there putting in the Wifi he thought he had contracted Legionnaire' disease. It turned out to just be a cold. But that musty air can't be good for you." 

I could hardly wait for the weekend so I could go exploring.

Getting the door open was surprisingly easy
Having the key code really helped

The Bunker is ginormous
It's even got a medical bay with circa 1960  state of the art 
Star Trek level equipment 

Smart idea.  Use a big picture of the outdoors to make it seem
 less claustrophobic.

So when the challenge was made, I realized I had the perfect place for a match, the Bunker. 

But before we get to far ahead of ourselves, let me back up a little bit to when negotiations with 'this Hercules feller' commenced.  

**** Back to the Meeting ****

I found myself staring absent-mindedly across the conference table at the special negotiator.   My experienced eye could tell that underneath that suit, the negotiator was one huge motherfucker.  I had Googled this Hercules Royal dude before meeting him, of course.  The on-line info was sketchy at best, and there were definitely gaps in the info that looked like someone had scrubbed the Internet clean of a lot of info.  His accent was odd and I couldn't place it.  There was no indication he had any sort of legal education.   "Meh," I thought.  "A good education is important, but sometimes big biceps are more importanter..."

I had lost interest in the meeting about three hours earlier. Ironing out the details – who got what profits-- was fucking Bor-ring, I thought. I loved working with the firm's athletic talent clients. But all this business shit, all these numbers, was driving me fucking nuts!  If I had wanted to work with numbers, I would have majored in Trigonometry  instead of Law. Besides, I gave up my Saturday for this so far useless fucking meeting.  It was now after 3pm, and the office was deserted except for me and this muscle-bound asshole.   I was hungry and irritated. I was about to bail on this chartered accountancy style shit and go scrounge up some food.

I pretended to listen as Royal  prattled on for the hundredth time about the same disagreements that he had been discussing for weeks with the last team of lawyers. My eyes unfocused, fantasized about  working Hercules over in a wrestling ring. I shifted in my seat, releasing the tension rising in my trousers.

This Royal was one  cocky son of a bitch. I felt grudging respect for the big muscular hunk.  He sure wasn't a pushover like the lawyers had been. This dude  was confident and fearless. And he was a stubborn fuck. I would love to give Hercules a go to see if he’s as tough in a fight as he is at the negotiating table.

“That’s just not happening,” Royal was saying when I turned back into focusing on the endless chatter. “Your proposal is ridiculous.” His accent seeming to grow thicker the angrier he grew. He pushed himself back from the conference table and folded his arms, glaring at me.

The vibe in the room changed on a dime. We had been playing hardball for the past 3 hours, but this was the first true anger at the negotiating table. I leaned forward and placed my palms flat on the table in front of me slowly. “Dude, we are being more than generous with the terms we’ve proposed.” I said calmly.

Hercules pushed away from the table  fixing his deadliest gaze on me.  He snarled venomously “The only thing more pitiful than your terms is your negotiating.” Royal shouted at me. I could tell that Hercules was approaching his boiling point. Royal at the boil, one could say

My fingers curled. I tried to  never lose my temper on the clock, but all signs pointed to a serious explosion about to happen. Besides, this asshole was in serious need of a good ass-kicking.

Hercules, by now raging, stood up, sending his chair tumbling violently to the ground behind him. I was on his feet a tenth  a second later, violence clearly about to break out at any moment.

“Do we need to sort somethings out between the two of us?” Hercules snarled loudly.  His face was red and the veins in his bull neck bulging out like steel cables.   If his intention was to deliberately provoke me into a fight, it had worked.  I replied, “by all means, asswipe, let’s ‘sort somethings out!"

Royal shoved me, his  fingers curled into fists, his arm slowly cocked behind him to throw the first punch. I put a stop to that when I grabbed Hercules by the lapels and shoved him backward into a wall. 

"I know you like to fight, Mule. I do my opposition research too!" he said.  "You do it often.  I do it often.  It's a man thing.  Are you up for a challenge?"  Daymn, that sounds familiar.   I felt my cock thickening already.

“I say let’s wrestle to see who gets what they want. Winner takes all.” Hercules issued his challenge to me.

“You’re on.” I responded instantly. “You’re messing with the wrong person, mother fucker,” I snarled

Hercules smiled slyly. “No, I think you’re exactly the person I want to mess with, Mule.”

“Follow me, shit head! I don't want to break the furniture. I know just the place. Follow me. Now!” I barked at Hercules, leading the highly agitated Powerhouse through the halls of the firm's now deserted Offices. As we both stepped out of the elevator into the basement storage room, my eyes fixed on the door to the bomb shelter at the end of the hall. As we approached the door, Royal asked me: "Are you sure you're authorized to do this? Don't you need to check with someone first?”

“I’m authorized to negotiate a fair deal with you, mother fucker, and if I have to beat the shit out of you to do it, then so be it!” I growled in response. 

I grabbed Hercules by the lapels and shoved him backward 
into a wall.

Do we need to sort somethings out between the two of us? 
Hercules snarled loudly.

If his intention was to deliberately provoke me into a fight, 
it had worked.  I replied, by all means, asswipe, let’s ‘sort' 
somethings out!

Not here, shit head! I don't want to break the furniture.
 I barked to Hercules.

  Follow me! I know just the place.

 My tone startled Hercules out of his boiling rage for just a moment, just long enough for me to open the heavy gauge steel bomb shelter door and motion for Hercules to enter. The mysterious muscleman strode through the door first, followed quickly by myself. 

THE BUNKER 

“Quite a little romper room you’ve got down here, Mule,” Hercules said.

When we were both inside,  I  turned and paused before the door, momentarily. This would prove to be a Big Mistake on my part. I pulled the steel door closed, thus making sure we wouldn't be disturbed and that Hercules wouldn't be making a hasty departure before I was through with him. The steel door’s automatic lock triggers snap loudly as they re-engage.

"Ready?" Hercules asks.  "Sure..." I reply,  thinking we were going to undress down to wrestling gear and maybe even do a flex-off.  But apparently his "Ready" and my "Sure" to Hercules meant the fight has started.

Micro-seconds later just as I  turned around,  Hercules Royal was already launching himself at a surprised and completely off guard and unready me!


 Hercules tackled me to the hard 1960's linoleum over concrete  floor. The Special Negotiator had a fistful of my blond hair in hand, and before I knew what was happening, Royal slammed my face hard into the floor. I bristled at the cheap-shot.

As I am still laying stunned on the floor, Hercules immediately get down to business - the business of kicking my ass.  I was on my elbows, shaking my head and struggling to make the room stop spinning after just having been tackled and  face-planted. Hercules knelt at my side. With a jerk, the   powerhouse yanked upward on the coattails of my suit coat, forcing the garment inside out and twisting my arms awkwardly overhead. 

Climbing to his feet at my head, both hands clamped tightly to my suit coat, he squatted low and dragged me helplessly across the floor. My legs scrambled to take a defensive position, but my opponent didn’t let up, dragging me  around the bomb shelter with my arms still trapped by my clothing.

Suddenly a loud ripping sound signaled the seams of my right coat sleeve popping loose. Thank goodness I didn’t wear my custom made Dolce & Gabbana suit today, I thought automatically. Fuck, this is entirely out of hand!

Hercules stepped his Crockett & Jones Oxford  clad right foot into my back and then yanked directly upward on the suit coat. The seams at both shoulders ripped further, and a tear appeared in the seam down the center of the back. Royal laughed, suddenly stepping over  my head and dragging the shredded fabric forcibly off of my body and arms.

I climbed quickly up to my hands and knees, my face red with rage, but Hercules pressed the advantage. He stepped over my muscleman lawyer's wide back like mounting a horse, slid the right sleeve of my coat across my throat, and leaned back with a sudden jerk. Instinctively, my hands rose to the fabric choking me, which only served to add more pressure to the choke as Royal leaned farther backward.  Hercules snarled through gritted teeth as my face slowly turned an ugly shade of violet.

The sneer of contempt on Royal’s face melted into  pleasure as he abruptly let go of the sleeve. My face slapped to the floor.  I rubbed my throat and coughed violently.  Hercules stood and stepped over my body, striding slowly across the  room to stand in front of ME. “You're  a limp pussy,” Hercules snarled slowly and smiled sadistically.

“If you want your ass kicked, I’ll kick it,” I snapped, starting to shrug my big shoulders out of the remains of my suit coat. I was on my knees, still in the middle of the room. Hercules smiled brighter as he licked his lips.

Hercules looked down at me and chuckled. “How about you suck my ass, dickwit!” 

How about you suck my ass, dickwit!

“Okay, mother fucker,” I smiled,  as I warily climbed to my feet. I stretched out my powerful body. “You caught me off guard.   Let’s see you try that again, but this time not sneaking up at me from behind, mother fucker!” I growled. "If you’ve got to cheat to win then I’m guessing that you can’t handle a real man, face-to-face.” 

Hercules threw his head back and laughed a big, overly dramatic guffaw. “Sure, pretty boy. But I’m sick of hearing your voice, so once I’ve beaten you, these interminable negotiations are over, right? Once I’ve beaten you, you’ll agree to accepting our last offer.”

“OK! You want to fight? You got a fight!” I snapped, glaring angrily at Hercules with daggers in my eyes. “But when I beat your ass, you’ll agree to accept our last offer.” Neither asked about rules, because we both knew there would not be any. Each one just wanted to beat the shit out of each other until one of us couldn't get back up. This was all about the domination of one man over another.

OK! You want to fight? You got a fight! I snapped, glaring
 angrily at Hercules with daggers in my eyes.

“Deal,” Hercules shouted eagerly. That was all way too fast, I thought, catching the subtle smirk on Royal's lips from across the room. The Special Negotiator had this planned all along.

Trap or not,  I was locked in with no escape, without
 surrendering  my  MAN CARD.

“And…” Hercules continued, pausing for dramatic effect. “… when I make you submit to me, I will fuck that juicy ass of yours right here and now.”

I snapped back instantly, “Same for you, mother fucker! Yeah, I'm down for that bro. Our asses on the line. Loser gets fucked in the ass. Winner takes all. I'm all in, deal accepted! I’m going to fuck that hot ass of yours all night long! I'm gonna drive my hard horse cock so deep inside your guts the head will comes out of your mouth!” I threw my shredded suit on a nearby cot and began unbuttoning my white dress shirt.  Hercules grinned as he saw the deeply defined crevice between my powerful pecs. 

That little Pearl Harbor job you pulled on me is going to cost
you big time, Hercules. I’m going to fuck that hot ass of yours
all night long for that! I'll drive my donkey cock so deep inside
your guts that the head will come out of your mouth,
Motherfuker!

"Are you ready to see some muscle, Mule?!"  Hercules asked. With that, like the alpha male he was, Royal violently ripped apart his  dress shirt, sending button’s flying across the room. With a single motion, he smoothly ripped his shirt completely off his back and flung it onto the nearby cot. Stripping off his shirt  revealed a staggering bare muscled torso, built and ripped beyond what I had imagined.  I could see how he got his name, he was built like one of those  Roman stone statues of Hercules. 

I could see how Hercules got his name.
 He was built like one of those Roman
  statues of the demigod!

 Broad shoulders heaving with muscle, a superbly defined chest with a thick forest of hair between the pecs that trailed off in a line down toward his navel, over a sculpted  stomach that looked like it had been carved out of  rock.   Hercules clenched his fists at his side.  The muscles and veins in his forearms swelled like air had just been pumped into them.   His  biceps swelled like Texas tires on a hot summer day, on the fronts of his upper arms.  There was an air of toughness about him that I could already feel, a raw masculinity that exuded from his every pore.

Hercules had Broad shoulders heaving with muscle,
 a superbly defined chest with a thick forest of hair between
his pecs that trailed off in a line down toward his navel, over
a rippling stomach that looked like it was carved out of rock 

There was an air of toughness about Hercules that I could
 already feel, a raw masculinity that exuded from his every 
pore

To show that  I was in no way intimidated by his show of muscle, I whipped my shirt off and  to the floor. However, just as I stepped out of my pants, stripping  down to my underwear, Hercules went into action. Hercules abruptly charged across the room, lunging low and lifting me across his shoulder before slamming me into the wall. I grimaced on impact, but quickly raised my fists overhead, clenched together to form a hammer, and then drove my clasped fists down hard so they came crashing down on the back of Hercules, dealing a devastating blow to his bulging trapezius muscles. Hercules let out a grunt when my blow thudded into him. 

Hercules slammed me into the wall, leaving a
Mule-shaped dent!

The huge  Brick Shit House  continued to pin me to the wall with his shoulder, but the grunt of pain made it clear that my double  blow had an effect. Another double-fisted blow into his spine made Hercules briefly dip one knee to the floor. Before I could land a third hammer, Hercules slid his arms around my waist, lifted me away from the wall, and twisted around to power slam me to the hard floor.

My eyes shut tightly in agony as I landed with a loud thud. When Royal peeled himself off of me, my hips lifted off the floor as I pressed my right hand to my throbbing lower back. Hercules swung his right knee across my body, straddling his high priced Colorado attorney foe.

 Then he looked  down at  my muscled torso laying on the floor. “We’ve just gotten started,” Hercules smirked.

Royal stepped back from me and kicked off his shoes and his pants, revealing strong, massive hairy legs that looked like they could crush boulders. As he ditched his pants, I rolled quickly up to one knee.

I was back up quick after the sneak attack!
The prominent bulge in Hercules briefs indicated he was
impressed at the sight of this younger giant muscle stud -
naked but for my underwear - climbing to my feet.

“Fuck,” Hercules whispered at the sight of this younger giant muscle stud naked but for my underwear and climbing to my feet. Royal’s cock swelled in his own underwear, showing a prominent bulge.  I had taken an initial beating  from his Pearl Harbor-style sneak attack, but Hercules knew better than to count an opponent out prematurely.

Hercules eyes roamed across my massive, muscled laden
 torso.  Hercules had seen a lot of big muscle men, 
but there was something special about Your Mule

A broad grin stretched across his  face as his eyes roamed across my massive, muscled laden torso. Impressive! Hercules had seen a lot of big muscle men, but there was something special about Your Mule.

Hercules slowly and cockily curled his huge arm over his 
head.  See this, you little muscle fuck toy? This is what real 
fucking muscle is about!  Hercules flexed and he is all solid 
fuckin’ muscle!

I am likewise checking out my opponent.  Hercules  has massive pectoral muscles, thick muscular forearms and huge powerful legs.  He is all solid fuckin’ muscle. None of that sleek, candy-ass bodybuilder muscle, either.  It's all enormous, over-sized, powerlifter-type muscle. The kind that gives a guy shoulders a yard wide, a bull neck, traps that start behind the ears, mountainous pecs you can set a beer mug on, a massive back with lats so flared it’s impossible for him to put his cannonball-sized arms down at his sides, a thick hard-as-rock gut, and thighs that would shame an elephant.  Royal was the human embodiment of a tank, a stud rippling with muscle and power. As if he needed any further proof of his hyper masculine virility, It looks like he's got an anaconda nesting in his briefs when his enormous cock shifts and moves. And it looks like he's packing some  low-hanging testicles  the size of Florida tangerines too. In other words, he's a real man's man.

Hercules was a human  tank, a stud rippling with muscle
 and power.  He's a real man's man.

Good!  I thought. What kind of punk enjoys beating the shit out of people weaker than them? Going all out against someone on your level is much more funner. Besides, anyone that isn't constantly challenged grows weak! 

Good! I think. Going all out against an opponent on
 your level is much more funner!

Hercules spoke in his deep, self-confident voice, with that trace of an accent, "It's hot in here", he said. He was right, it was stifling. I just pointed with my head to the thermostat mounted on the steel wall. He turned and walked to the HVAC control. I could see that the muscles in his back were just as magnificent as those in his chest and stomach - the delts rippled as he walked, and the cleft of his spine looked like the Grand Canyon.  At the point it disappeared into his briefs, there was a dense tuft of coal-black fur. His large ass was firm and round, and the bubble of each bulge of muscle rose and fell with each step he took. With the flick of a switch, the A/C roared to life. Much needed cold air began flowing through the ceiling vents.

The muscles in Royal's back were just as magnificent as
 those in his chest and stomach - the delts rippled as he 
walked, and the cleft of his spine looked like the Grand 
Canyon.  His glutes were huge and round, and the bubble
 of each bulge of muscle rose and fell with each step he took.

As Hercules began walking back towards me, I could appreciate his physique more easily: the broad slabs of his chest, each pec crowned with a huge taut jutting spike like nipple, the arch of his rib-cage above the drum-tight stomach, the swollen rock-hard thighs and calves bowing outward a little from his groin under the pressure of their own musculature.  He must have had incredible luck with his genes, but clearly he'd worked hard as well.

His was a frame that was not unlike the best  of the top-tier bodybuilders that frequented the gym, but unlike theirs his was muscle that had purpose.  To my experienced eye, his impressive physique didn't look like gym muscle to me. It looked like jail muscle. The huge muscle bulk that men in prison get. Men in jail are more naturally aggressive, and that goes hand in hand with being more physically developed and strong. Men in prison have high testosterone. They become bodybuilders in prison, because they have nothing to do but work out in the yard all day. They lift heavy, and the ones who work out are huge. Plus the fact that steroids are easily available in jail. Take a pair of identical twins with one working out in a gym and the other twin working out in prison for a year. I guarantee you that the twin that worked out in jail is going to have more muscle and a better physique. But most importantly it comes down to motivation. They have to get big and strong. Knowing you're gonna have to fight off Bubba from gang raping you in the shower room will get you motivated. Plus, I imagine clenching your butt cheeks after lights out every night will give you some nice glutes too.

Hercules got that prison build. But this the wasn't time to exchange our life stories.

With our eyes fixed on our opponent. Both of us muscle hunks were stripped down to near-naked muscle 'studism'  and poised for action.  We were two muscular antagonists  circling the bomb shelter warily. Facing off slowly and quietly, we stared each other over, two challenging studs ready to prove our manhood and our superiority over the other.

I smoothly lunged my right knee to the floor  and swiftly snagged Royal’s left leg in my right hand. I pried Royal’s foot off the floor and began to rise to my feet. In a blur, Hercules suddenly twisted his torso to the right and hopped his right foot off the floor. He spun in mid-air, his right foot building speed until it pounded squarely into my jaw. The stunning blow made me lose me grip on Royal’s leg and sending me stumbling face first into the nearby wall. Hercules landed with a grunt on his side about a second before my face bounced off the wall and he sunk to his knees.

“God damn it!” I snarled under my breath. 

"That fucking sneer is sexier than fuck", Hercules thought, fixated on my  pouting lips twisted in contempt as I climbed up to one knee. "Fuck, he’s hot!" Royal thought in silent appreciation.

Hercules was breathing heavily, but there was no denying he was completely in charge as he grabbed a fist full of my blond hair in his left hand and pried my slack-jawed face tilted upward toward him. “Look at me,” Royal commanded ME. “ You're about to find out what it's like to be manhandled and treated like  piece of meat by a superior male, big boy! You're no longer the Alpha of the pack around here, stud. I will beat your muscled body with my sledgehammer fists. It will be brutal, sweaty and rough. I am going to force grunts and groans out of you like  never before. Then  once I am done beating the shit out of you I am going to  fuck you till you love it,  phaggot!!"

Hercules dragged me upward by my hair, but before I reached my feet, I landed a sharp elbow into Royal's ribcage and knocked the breath from him. I threw my elbow back into his ribs almost caving in his ribcage  this time. Hercules knew he had to stop the pounding on his ribs before I broke them. If I succeeded in breaking his ribs, the fight would be over for him.  The  Muscle Brute stud let go of my hair.  As I spun around Hercules  bitch-slapped me so hard that if it hadn't been for my thick football jock neck my head would have been knocked off my shoulders.  While I was stunned by the slap,  Hercules viciously raked his fingers across my eyes. 

My eyes were watering, but I was able to step back and blindly send a roundhouse kick at my opponent.  With a loud THUD, my foot hit solid muscle. There was a huge GRUNT like that of a silver-back gorilla, and the blur in front of me was now bent over and groaning.  I had landed a knee-buckling kick to the body of the big  muscleman.

Hercules  lifted his right arm over his head and rubbed his ribs gingerly. Suddenly he looked up at me once again, pressed the palm of his right hand behind his neck, and crunched his rippling abdominals, flexing his beefy torso, giving me a seductive show to establish that he had not been injured by the kick.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, pressing the palms of my hands against them as tears streamed down my cheeks from Hercules eye rake. My vision was still blurred when my opponent suddenly  kicked the back of my knees, dropping me to a kneeling position on the floor.  Then Hercules yanked my ankles backward, dropping me to my stomach and dragging me back into the center of the vault room. Twisting my ankles, Hercules forced me to my back. He dropped to his knees, straddling my upper thighs.  I tried to roll away, but Royal’s right hand suddenly shoved down the front of my briefs  which made me abruptly freeze.

The outline of Hired Muscle Stud’s hand underneath my underwear undulated as he gently squeezed and stroked, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I groaned, my lower back arching slightly as if my cock was reacting to my opponent’s hand of its own accord.

My raging 9 inch cock was quivering in his rhythmically squeezing hand, I muttered to himself, “Oh, my F'n God…”  Pre-cum dribbled from my swollen cockhead. My jaw dropped open, and I groaned.

Hercules  withdrew his hand, giving my fully erect member a stroke from tip to scrotum  that made Your Mule groan.  My eyes were closed as I struggled to control my body, to rally my willpower, so I didn’t see Royal’s right hand clench into a huge fist.   My eyes pop open wide, just in time to see my opponent jab a vicious punch to the head of my cock.

Particular set of skills, indeed!

My shoulders bounced off the floor, and an animalistic growl of wounded pain snarled through my gritted teeth as I clutched my wounded cock in both hands. I had a knack for taking punishment and shaking it off, but taking a punch to the cock was not something I enjoyed.  I remained breathless, rolling to my side and curling my knees up protectively. Hercules climbed to his feet and  stomped the heel of his right foot into my back, making this battered stud’s lower back arch.

Leisurely, the  Muscle Stud Hercules strolled over to the pile of his clothes that he peeled off earlier.  He picked up his black socks from where he had dropped them. A grin stretched across his  face. Slowly, he strolled back toward me, still lying on my side, clutching my crotch.

Dropping to his knees, Hercules pressed the dirty socks against my nose. “I am tried of hearing your voice! I'm going to silence your incessant yapping! You need to be muzzled..” he murmured. “Now open up!” I realized Hercules intended to use the socks as a gag over my mouth to keep me from speaking.

He began to pry open my jaw with his left hand, his right hand attempting to shove the socks into my mouth. My protestations were already being muffled by the makeshift gag. My eyes were fixed steadily on my opponent’s face. Royal didn’t notice it, but a cold, calculating look  had returned to my eyes.  I was down, but I was far from out.

The Hired Muscle Stud  was focused so intently on shoving his socks down my throat, he didn’t notice the subtle shift of my shoulders, the slight twist of my torso. Suddenly, Royal’s temples were locked tightly between my hands, and a half second later, my right knee drove viciously into my opponent’s chin.

Sweet Chin Music

“Oooohhh!” Royal groaned. Hercules sat back on his ass, teetering as he braced himself on his right hand while tenderly testing his throbbing jaw with his left. He blinked rapidly, clearly rattled by the unexpected knee. He flinched a second too late as he saw my hands reach out and grab him by his ears and drag him forward. Still pissed off and spitting sock lint out my mouth, I shoved my opponent’s face into my crotch, snapping shut my massive  thighs and capturing Royal's head with his mouth and nose smothered in the musky dampness underneath my balls.

At the the bulging crotch of my briefs, the fabric stretched across my fully erect cock was now soaked through entirely in precum and sweat. Grabbing the back of Royal's head, I shoved his face even harder against my massive bulge, dragging his lips back and forth across the huge head of the my cock. “There you go now, Hercules,” I murmured, “get a load of that donkey dick!” Fresh waves of precum soaked through the fabric at the head of my cock as I grew more excited.

I straightened my legs, flexing my powerful quads and squeezing the vise tighter into my opponent’s aching temples. I remained on my left side, both hands pulling Hercules tightly into my crotch, my feet laced together. From Royal’s point of view, he could see his opponents’s veined, semi-erect horse sized cock and bull sized scrotum bounce as I tensed my tree trunk legs. Royal’s erection tented his briefs as he watched. He caught my eye for a moment. I silently mouthed the words, “Gonna Fuck you up, baby.”

 Sweat dripped off of my brow and streamed down the crevices in my muscled torso as I smiled and  laced my fingers on the back of Royal’s head with my right hand and yanked hard, holding the Big Hired Muscle Stud’s face smothered in the head scissors.  I propped his left elbow against the floor and leaned my head on my hand. My lower abdomen heaved as I drank in deep, recuperative breaths. “I'm going to make sure…” I paused, panting, “… that this hurts a lot, mother fucker.”

Hercules punched his right fist into my thigh, prompting this muscleman legal eagle to capture both of my opponent’s wrists in my hands and hold them firmly out of striking distance. The Hired  Muscle Stud’s grunts of struggle were muffled deep between my legs. Hercules twisted his shoulders, pulling his knees underneath him and forcing me flat on my back. I straightened my hips, squeezing the head scissors harder with only my shoulders left on the floor.   My ginormous  cock was now fully erect, popping out the top of my briefs and  stretching up my  abdomen almost to my pecs. 

My thick long  cock bounces like a diving board  with Hercules in my head scissors. “Look at that Big Mac,” I hissed to Royal. “That’s gonna be a mouthful. I bet you choke on it...!” Hercules grunted loudly, jerking backward to pry his head free. It took four attempts before he slipped free from my sweaty thighs. He got to his feet unsteadily, showing  the damage was done. Hercules was staggering around like a one-legged drunk on a merry-go-round.

I made good use of Royal's temporary disability. I bent forward and peeled my dripping wet briefs the rest of the way off my long, muscular legs. Coming up behind the disoriented Hercules, I shoved the soaked fabric into Royal's face, my free hand locked at the back of his head to hold him in place. Hercules coughed and grimaced, grasping at my wrist and trying to pry my hand and the briefs away. I easily outmuscled him, using my briefs to pay him back for that stunt he had pulled with his socks.  I wrapped my other arm around his neck while still pressing my soaked briefs across Royal's mouth and nose as he continued to struggle to catch his breath. I let Hercules go and threw my briefs to the pile of clothes on the cot.

I was mostly  rested and recovered from the punishment I had taken earlier at this point.   By the time Hercules steadied on  his feet and cleared his head, I was ready.  Contrary to my years of boxing training to stay out of the reach of my opponent, I went in close. Hey, if you're too pussy to stay close in, don't even bother! I was going for a KO. My sledgehammer fist drove into his solar plexus  and made Hercules feel agony simply for breathing. An equally devastating blow to his jejunum made the big man retch and vomit. While he was still puking, I slammed my fist into Royal's kidney.  Hercules made gurgling noises as I hit him in the same spot again.  Hercules tried to turn around but I brought my knee up hard into his groin, doubling him over.  Your Mule grabbed Royal's head and brought my knee up into his jaw, driving him back up.  Three times in a row, I plowed my  fist into Royal's gut, bending him over, then straightened him back up with my  knee to his jaw / nose.  Royal's eyes took on the glassy look of being between this world and the next.  I finished him off with a one-two combination to the chin and Hercules went down like a sack of potatoes.  I kicked him hard in the gut just for good measure!

Not giving him any chance to recover, I scooped Hercules
 in my arms and lifted him off his feet. 

Holding him across my chest, I charged into the heavy gauge
 steel wall. The small of Royal's back landed with a bone 
crushing thud!  

Hercules groaned and writhed, his back arching as he felt
 the pain sweep over him. 

Maintaining my grip, With a yell and one mighty heave, I 
again smashed Royal's huge body into the wall. Hercules
 convulsed with the fiery pain  as his big back almost broke 
from the impact. 

Hercules  was in serious trouble.  His body was ablaze with
 pain. His energy was being sapped by my brutal onslaught to
 his physique.  I  threw Hercules to the ground and stood over
 his glistening body,  relishing the sense of power I felt at 
having Hercules in my complete control

Not giving him any chance to recover, Your Mule scooped Hercules in my arms and lifted him off his feet.  Holding him across my chest, I charged towards the wall and drove Hercules back hard into the wall with all the force of a runaway train.   The heavy gauge steel wall reverberated with the impact.  Even I was stunned by the force of the collision. When Royal's huge back slammed into the wall with a humongous  thud the impact emptied his lungs of air!

Maintaining my grip,  I took a step backward and then with a yell and one mighty heave, I again smashed Royal's huge body into the wall as hard as I could. BOOM!!!   Hercules convulsed with the fiery pain as his big back almost broke from the impact. Hercules was in serious trouble. His body was ablaze with pain. His energy was being sapped by my brutal onslaught to his physique.
  

Swiftly, I dropped my right knee to the floor and flung my opponent’s lower back down across my outstretched concrete-hard left thigh. Hercules cried out in pain from my over the knee backbreaker.   I threw Hercules off of my leg and he landed with a thud on the floor, flat on his back.  He bridged high, clutching his lower back with his right hand.  I stood over Royal's glistening body, relishing the sense of power I felt at now having Hercules in my complete control

I stripped the low hung briefs off of Hercules, then  instantly knelt next to my opponent’s head and wrapped the briefs around Royal’s throat! I was back on my game and  relentlessly on the offense. Demonstrating my complete control, I yanked Royal’s shoulders off the floor by the underwear now  wrapped around his throat and knelt directly behind him, jabbing him in the middle of his back with my left knee. I felt the fabric of  the briefs straining under the pressure as I leaned backward, tightening the choke. Hercules grabbed the briefs to try to pry them away from his windpipe, but smoothly, I released the  briefs and captured my opponent’s wrists. Swinging Royal’s arms wide, I yanked them straight behind the the Huge Muscle Stud’s back, still jabbing my left knee into Royal’s spine. Both of us were soaked in sweat, and our  lungs pumped deeply to fuel our muscles with the oxygen necessary to maintain the bruising action.

“Maybe not as easy as you thought, huh, tool bag!” I barked furiously at the back of my opponent’s head. “All that shit you talk is about to come back to roost! I'm gonna mount your beefy ass and ride you ‘til dawn! ” My fiercely channeled rage was mixed with naked lust.

Violently, Hercules jerked to his right. My grip on his left wrist slipped, lubricated by copious sweat covering both of our bodies, and the  muscleman jerked his arm free. I voluntarily released my opponent’s right arm and stood, my body flexed and poised for combat. My magnificent muscles were, soaked in perspiration.  My whole body is as vascular as  my erect penis. My magnificent cock bobbed up and down like a diving board.  Power and danger rose off of my stunning body like steam.  Hercules  couldn’t take his eyes off of me.

Now Royal and I were both naked.  Even better as far as I was concerned.  Beating a guy in a wrestling match is supremely enjoyable; to crush him, to use superior muscle power to make him submit strokes the ego like nothing else. But to do so when both fighters are totally nude takes this to a whole higher level. To see your defeated opponent spread there on the mat, naked and humiliated while you get to prance around and pose  is tremendous fun. Yeah, I was always down to just wrestle naked and fuck the loser.

"Daymn, Mule, what an ass and what a cock!  You're built like a stallion front and rear. And  hung like a Clydesdale horse! I'm glad I'm not going to lose.  Getting fucked by your python would not be fun. Just like it won't be fun for you getting fucked by my own porn-size cock."  Hercules said with an appreciative whisper and in a confident tone.

Royal still had absolute certainty in his ability to defeat me. There was steely determination  in his eyes as he crouched low, rubbing his now painful left shoulder tenderly where he overextended it escaping from my hold. Then Hercules took a deep breath. His muscles blew up as he manned-up. 

We both flex our  muscles at each other, thus showing off our astounding physiques. Then we  two muscle bound bull-studs once again began circle, but much less warily this time.  I drove my sledge hammer fist into his washboard abdomen with all the force that I could muster.  Hercules saw it coming and flexed his abdominals into a wall of concrete blocks before my fist reached them. Other than a loud grunt, like that of a silver back ape, Royal's iron gut absorbed my blow with no effect.   I got another battering ram punch into him, fistfucking his hard belly.  But again I couldn't penetrate the armor plates of Hercules steel stomach muscles.

In turn, Hercules fired off two hard gut punches, that appeared to bounce off my ripped abs.  Royal's fists lashed out again  striking me in the rock solid muscles of my perfect eight pack abs.  I again took the blows with barely a grunt. Hercules was surprised at the strength of my abs.  It was clear that my abs were strong enough to stand up to  any punch Royal could throw.

"Is that all you got, phaggot?" I growled in a taunt. At the insult, his head jerked upward and his eyes met mine. "You'll be sorry you said that, pretty boy. Nobody calls me faggot without paying for it. Enough of us exchanging "love taps"! Let's wrestle. And remember - this is *lucha libre*. Anything goes!" a pissed off Hercules snarled.

Our bodies slammed together in another wild scramble of sweat lubricated muscle.  As we locked up again I could feel the anger still surging through his body. His fingers dug into my upper arms like iron nails, and he moved with ruthless speed to clamp on a side headlock, drag me to my knees, and bash my forehead painfully against the floor. From that moment on, it was a rough, tough, unrelenting battle.

Hercules muscled me into a side standing muscle headlock and cranked on it hard while he applied pressure with his massive arms. He began to drag me around the room by my trapped head. I grunted as I felt my head being squeezed by the stud's powerful arms around my skull like a vice. I tried without success to muscle out of his vice-like headlock. I fired off two hard gut punches, that just bounced off Royal's ripped abs. To prevent anymore of my gut punches, Hercules twisted my head to the side, shoving my mouth into his big sweaty balls. I loudly struggled to suck air into my lungs from the musky location where my face was trapped as Hercules increased the pressure on my skull keeping me under control.

As he held me compliant, Royal's cock became even harder at just the thought of taking me out, He flexed his huge arms and bore down hard applying even more pressure on my head and neck. I increased my struggle to break Royal's hold, but I was going nowhere.

"Give up, boy. You're whipped. You can't break this hold. We both know it." Hercules said as he intensified the pressure on my head. I felt my head being crushed like a ripe coconut between Royal's mighty arm and side.  He dragged me  around the bunker in a wide circle as I valiantly  but vainly struggled to free myself.  I grabbed Royal's wrist with both my hands and with all my strength tried to force a break ... my biceps bulging to their maximum size ... my veins  bursting under my skin ... but to no avail.  I was caught hard and fast.  A sadistic grin plastered Royal's face as my futile attempts to escape  delight him.

Hercules  traps me  in a  a side standing muscle headlock and
 cranked on it hard. He began  to drag me around the room by
 my trapped head.

Hercules twisted my head to the side, shoving my mouth into
 his big sweaty balls, while he  squeezed his massive arms  
around my head like a vise.  I loudly struggled to suck air into
 my lungs from the musky location where my face was trapped
 as Hercules increased the pressure on my skull with his 
massive arms.

Hercules flexed his huge arms and bore down hard applying
even more pressure on my head and neck.  I increased my
struggle to break Royal's hold, but I was going nowhere.

Royal's massive biceps completely hid my head from view.  
Give up, boy. You're whipped! You can't break this hold! 
We both know it!  He taunts.

Hercules feels my hands slide over his rippling midsection. "Sure, cop a feel, big guy. Feel that muscle, faggot..." Hercules laughs, as he flexes his bicep into my temple. Then he realizes I'm not just feeling him up. I had my left arm around his waist and my right behind his right leg. Suddenly, I squat and thrust up on the rise. Hercules is lifted off the ground, his feet flying up, level with my shoulders. I fall backward, pulling Hercules with me.   We crash down with Hercules taking the brunt of the side suplex on his shoulders and neck.

We both rise to our feet, reaching standing at the same time. We charge at one another fast and hard, colliding like a headon car wreck as our sweat lubricated heavily muscled  bodies slammed together. The battle resumed and each of us gave as good as we got. I made Hercules scream with a crushing body scissors, that I backed up with pounding blows to the side of his torso, and finally a wrist lock that threatened to snap his nearer hand right off.  Royal tormented me with a camel clutch that had me on the edge of submission, as those hairy, incredibly muscular arms came slithering round my neck and pulled sharply, cruelly upwards, while the full weight of his massive body pressed brutally down on my back. I tried a single-leg Boston that did some damage to his knee, as he twisted and strained to escape, but he contemptuously refused to submit, and fought on.

He rolled me up in a jack-knife, on my back, shoulders to the mat and legs in the air, and planted his muscle butt squarely on my face while he hooked my legs under his armpits and simultaneously squeezed and pulled, all the while painfully slapping my naked ass with his big broad hands. He obviously liked the feeling of power this hold gave him - as I squirmed and struggled beneath him, trying to keep my face and especially my mouth from making contact with the flesh of his buttocks, I could hear him nonsensically moaning: "Come on, cocksucker, do it...French-kiss my smelly butthole ... tongue my asshole while I get your shitchute ready for my big hot load... my thick nuts will empty their baby seed inside you as I dog fuck your hole hole hard... I'm gonna breed you like the bitch you are..."

Hercules was in some kind of trance, his eyes closed, a look ofecstasy on his face, his gigantic cock more swollen than ever as he continued to mumble his incomprehensible blather.

"Nah, I don't think so, sweetpea... only in your dreams..." I announce defiantly as I finally kicked my way out and instantly flipped over on my stomach to avoid being humiliated that way again, but he was on my back immediately, stretched out full-length as he went for the camel clutch again. I could feel his damn horse-cock pressing against the curve of my ass - and Jesus, it felt hard as iron! 

On his knees and straddling my naked bubble muscle butt, Hercules pounded his fists into my lower back. Sliding his knees up to the widest part of the my upper back, he grabbed my right arm, then the left one, trapping them over his hugely muscled legs. Hercules was putting me into a Camel Clutch, forcing my arms across his enormous thighs. He locked his hands under my chin and leaned backward. Then he violently pulled my head and neck up. I groaned in excruciating torment. Hercules had me! I was trapped in a camel clutch!

I felt Hercules hard musclebutt sit on my muscle ass
He grabbed my right arm, then the left one  forcing my arms 
across his enormous thighs!

Hercules had me trapped in a Camel Clutch!

Hercules locked his hands under my chin.
Then violently pulled my head and neck up.
I groaned in excruciating torment. 

Feel that power, Mule?

How about it, Mule?
Are you ready to give?

“Fuck you!”
My voice was muffled by the hands clamped tightly 
around my chin!

“Feel that power, Mule?” Hercules snarled furiously. "Feel your muscles and tendons ripping as I fuck you up piece by piece?” He lifted himself upward a few inches and then dropped his ass hard into the middle of his my back, making me grunt then groan. “How about it, Badass? Are you ready to admit I'm even more badass than you and give?"

“Fuck you!” I snarled, my voice muffled by the hands clamped tightly around my chin. Convinced that I wasn't going to give him a submission, Hercules released his hold, dumped me on the floor and climbed to his feet. Waves of sweat were rolling off both our chiseled bodies. The sweat was streaming in revlets down the crevices in our muscled torsos. “Get up!,” Hercules panted heavily, his powerful chest heaving as he sucked in air, his hands on his hips. "I am enjoying this! If you won't admit your defeat at my hands then I will beat you to a pulp! I am just starting to punish you! Get up, so I can get on with your beating!!" Hercules demanded. And we went back to grappling.

We fought like tigers. I had to admit that Royal was a great wrestler and was giving me more trouble than I'd ever expected - but I was damned if I would submit to this arrogant hired muscle son-of-a-bitch. I wanted to see him kneeling in front of me, whipped and begging for mercy. But Hercules had other ideas.

We were once again standing facing each other, wearily maneuvering for advantage, seeking the opening that would lead to yet another takedown. We move in and circle. I bounce up and down like a boxer, letting Hercules  watch my pecs and manhood bounce.  Suddenly he lunged forward, seized my left leg with his right arm, scooped it forward so that I fell back, caught me behind the neck with his left arm as I fell.  Royal lifted me a little, so that I was stretched out horizontally at right angles to him somewhere about chest height, then dropped to one knee and let me land, agonizingly, across the other leg as it extended before him. Before I could recover from the over-the-knee backbreaker  he had lifted me and repeated the process - once, twice, three times. Then he seized me in the horizontal position again, but this time lifted me upward, moving underneath me as though he were a powerlifter and I his weights, then stood erect with me across his shoulders.  One arm clutched my throat; the other hand grabbed my crotch and then dug its fingers in under my balls. I cry out with a very high-pitched and very real grunt.  Hercules walks out from under me, and drops me off his shoulders. I hit the floor with a thud but I am back up immediately. 

"Cocksucker!"  I yelled as I charged Hercules.  Royal smirked. He had succeeded in pissing me off and now Your Mule's anger was working to Royal's advantage. Hercules sidestepped the charge, bringing his knee to my lower gut. I grunted deeply as I folded over from the impact of Royal's powerful knee striking its intended target.

 In a flash, Hercules lunged forward. He grabbed this surprised doubled-over muscle  hunk  and threw me face-first into the wall. As my head bounced off the wall and I stumbled backward,  Hercules hooked my head beneath his muscled right arm.  First, Royal slammed a fist into my big nutsack.  I felt the pain radiating up from my battered balls and into my stomach, taking my breath away.  Royal's ball busting had stopped my ability to tighten his stomach muscles.  And now, Hercules went to work on my abs.   Royal's right hand fired off five solid gut punches, each one sinking in deeper into my musclegut, and each one, making Royal's cock even harder. My body wanted to double over, but Hercules held the defenseless muscle stud erect. He fires a rough series of fists into my lower abs. POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!  Hercules followed up with three solid knees. I grunted deeply each time  his knee comes up into my abs. I could not double over. I was forced to take the impacts straight forward.

With that, Royal dropped his left knee to the floor, driving his powerful opponent’s thickly-muscled back crashing down across his massive outstretched right thigh.  I let out a yelp like a wounded animal. Hercules dumped me flat on my back as he rose to his feet. Again, standing over his brutalized opponent, Royal rested his hands on his  hips and examined his own massive erection that by now was dripping precum on to the bunker floor.

“Daymn, you're making me work for it, Mule. I’ll give you that!” a sweat soaked Hercules said with a grin.

"We'll see if you grin when I ram my dick down your throat, dickhead!" I snarled as I rolled over to my front, my hands clutching my aching balls.

My balls hurt and my gut hurt.  Despite my agony, Your Mule quickly got to all fours in an attempt to rise, but Hercules quickly mounted my back and shoved me flat on the floor again, face first. With teeth gritted in concentration, Royal grabbed hold of my left wrist and forced it behind my back. A groan of pain stuttered out of my gaping mouth as Hercules pressed my wrist, inch by inch, higher up my back.   "So who is not grinning now,  dickhead?!"  Royal taunted your trapped Mule. I was breathing hard, massive chest and rippling abs heaving for air.  While holding my captured wrist in his left hand, Hercules slid his hips down my body and sandwiched his huge pulsing cock between my naked cheeks.

"Mmmmm," Hercules groaned and pivoted his hips slowly, sliding the shaft of his cock forward and backward. "That'll do just fine, mother fucker! Man, you have one awesome ass Mule, I can't wait to get in it!"   Royal's  muscled glutes were squeezing and relaxing in time as he ground his cock against his opponent's crack.

Royal ground  against the cheeks of my perfect ass. My perfect butt cheeks tensed and flexed as I held the full bulk of the muscular Hercules on his back.  My cock jutted straight out and dripped a thin strand of precum to the floor.  "You like the feel of my body, Mule?" Hercules quietly asked right into my ear.  He pressed his ripped torso and groin against my heavily muscled ass and back.  I felt Royal's muscled chest and hard erect nipples pressing against my wide back.  Our rock hard bodies stood cemented together. "Feel my pumped up pecs as I rub `em on your back, Mule. Feel `em. Yeah, real big and hard aren't they. Feel how my big nipples dig into your body. My nipples are so big and hard they're like spikes digging into your flesh.  My muscles are turning you on big time, Mule!"  Hercules hissed into my ear, his breath hot.     I felt Hercules as he flexed and ground his huge rock hard jutting pecs, rippling abs , and swollen cock into me.  I, of course, didn't need to answer.  My cock, involuntarily  hard as steel from the overwhelming erotic stimulation I was experiencing,  spoke for me!

“How about now, Mule? Are you ready to give me that big football player booty of yours yet?  To surrender your big, virile, round, firm, epic muscled butt to a superior male? You're whipped. I could hurt you a lot worse. You know that, don't you, Mule?  If you refuse, your beating will continue!" 

I yanked my left arm free of Royal's grasp and rolled to my side, sending Hercules tumbling. Hercules scrambled to grab hold of my arms again, but a swift kick from me into Royal's nuts made the big bull-balled muscle stud yelp and jerk away, clutching his balls and rolling to his side to catch his breath. Both of us struggled to shake out the cobwebs, moving slowly but struggling to peel ourselves off the floor. Hercules made it to his knees first, but he was clearly in no shape to take advantage of the situation. He teetered unsteadily, threatening to fall over, and his left arm hung limply at his side as he desperately tried to rub life back into his injured shoulder.

It took me another 10 seconds to roll myself to my knees, leaning on my left hand as my right hand clutched protectively around my balls. I turned the wrong way, trying to assess where my opponent was, giving Hercules the opening to launch a offense before the window of opportunity closed shut. 

One of Royal's huge hands clamped to a handful of my blond hair, as he dropped to one knee directly behind me. He slid his fat cock, stiff and liberally lubricated with sweat and precum, between my 28" smooth-shaven upper thighs. I gasped, feeling the massive meat sliding between his legs.

Hercules slid his cock away and climbed to his feet, dragging me up with him. He locked on a standing full nelson, lifting Your Mule to the balls of my feet and prying painfully at my shoulders and neck.

“You've got an award winning ass, lawyer-brah, and now it's mine.”

Hercules slid his arms underneath me and locked his fingers at the back of my neck. With a sustained growl, he pulled me upward, pulling me to my feet and locking me in a standing full nelson. Royal's horse-sized cock slid up and down between the sculpted muscles of the my glutes, not penetrating me yet, but clearly threatening to do so.

Hercules slid his arms underneath mine and laced his fingers 
at the back of my neck. With a sustained growl, he pulled me
 upward, slapping on a full nelson and dragging me to my feet

Hercules lifted me off my feet and pried painfully at my shoulders and neck. Locked in  his muscle-crushing full nelson. I let out a groan as I felt the power of my opponent. With his hands locked behind my neck, Hercules  poured every ounce of his upper body into the hold,  combining the power of his powerful pecs, massive biceps, huge forearms, and giant hands. So tight was Royal's hold that  I could feel the steel hard  nipples on his powerful granite hard pecs digging into my back. My sweat mixed with his and I felt it dripping down my back. The pain from the full nelson was incredible!

Hercules locked  me in a muscle-crushing full nelson

I thought my head would be ripped off as Hercules barreled down on his trapped prey. As I struggled to muscle out, my 9" inch stallion cock was swinging violently as my body was jerked from side to side. Against most guys, I would be able to flex out of a full nelson without batting an eye, but this Royal stud was pure rock hard muscle.

Against most guys, I would be able to flex out of a full nelson
 without batting an eye, but this Hercules stud was pure rock
 hard muscle.

The pain showed on my face as my shoulders were pried backward and my neck shoved forward. My struggling was accompanied by my futile grunting, groaning, and stomping in place. Hercules was controlling me. "Who's the alpha male now, bitch?" Hercules growled.

The pain showed on my face as my shoulders were pried
 backward and my neck shoved forward.  Hercules was 
controlling me.

I leaned forward, getting my feet back on the floor and regaining some leverage. Royal growled as I tried to dislodge him from my back, but maintained the full nelson. I stumbled forward and then straightened my back again, grunting as Hercules was able to clamp down on the hold tighter once more. Our naked bodies slapped wetly against each other. Both of us could feel the heat emanating off of our powerful intertwined bodies.

I struggled but Hercules maintained his full nelson.
Our naked bodies slapped wetly against each other.
 Both of us could feel the heat emanating off of our powerful
 intertwined bodies.

Still keeping me locked  in a full nelson, Hercules hooks his left leg around my left leg and begins humping my ass with his long hard  cock. I struggle to get free, but Royal rubs into me harder and harder, bending me over slightly as he keeps up his humping of my tight muscled ass. “Bend over muscle-bitch! I’m going to plow the shit out of you!" Hercules whispers in my ear.  

Hercules cradled his cock in my ass crack as he applied the
nelson. He dry surfed me with his long hard cock,
bending me over slightly as he keeps up his humping of my
thickly muscled ass.
Bend over muscle-bitch! I'm going to plow the shit out of you!
Hercules whispers in my ear.

Hercules eases his right leg inside of my right leg and hooks it out over my right leg pinning Your Mule in a standing hump. Hercules, now having me where he could control me, begins easing his cock down lower and lower. Hercules slid his hips down my body and sandwiched his huge pulsing cock between my naked cheeks, and begins working it up into my crack, seeking out my hole.

The veins in my neck bulged as his lats flared as with a massive surge of muscle I attempted unsuccessfully to break free. The two bulls were evenly matched and it showed.

Your Mule, feeling Royal's fat cock head kissing his puckered hole, tries to twist and turn my ass to prevent Hercules from entering me. But Royal’s lust heats up and he tightens up on Your Poor Mule and begins popping my hole trying to break in. I shutter and gasp, and then yells out as Royal’s pulsating  cockhead parts my hole and the thick dick head slips in, opening me up.

Hercules now begins trying to work his long stallion cock into my ass. He is now positioned so 2 inches of the massive cock head is in and with  just one hard shove  the long thick shaft will follow.  Then he will be balls deep in my hole, making Your Mule his bitch and proving indisputably who’s the real man.

I continue my efforts to break Royal’s  nelson and to break free of his manhandling hold. I slowly pressed my elbows downward, slowing  prying  apart Royal's fingers laced behind my neck. My glistening biceps bulged, stretching gloriously across the peaks of my flexed arms. My cock, which had briefly gone flaccid as I recovered from the ball bashing, was semi-erect again, quivering as your hunk hero's face flushed dark red funneling every ounce of my strength into muscling my way free.

Abruptly, Royal's fingers slid apart. In one smooth motion, I broke free from the full nelson.   I twisted around to face my opponent. Hercules snarls "OK, tough guy... let's see you take this punch!!"  as I am met by Royal's hard fist being powered into my sternum. The air rushed out of my lungs. My mouth gaped open as I covered my sternum with both hands. I was still stunned as Hercules spun around and backed into me. Hercules lifted his right arm and grabbed me by the hair. Royal positioned his shoulder directly underneath my chin and then dropped to his knees. I was dragged downward until my chin crashed into Royal's bulging shoulder. There was a  loud cracking sound of my teeth snapping together as my eyes rolled into the top of my head.

Glassy eyed Your Mule was pulled to my feet by my hair until I was eye to eye with Hercules. Then, a strong hand on the back of my neck bent my head forward until my nose and mouth were squashed into the fur-filled valley between the marble slabs of his pecs.  The thick black hair was warm and damp, and smelt of sweat and musk.

"Lick the sweat from my body!" Hercules ordered me in deep, no-nonsense tone. He was serious.

Lick the sweat from my body!
Hercules ordered me in deep, no-nonsense tone.

I knew I was still groggy and I needed a few minutes for my head to clear. If that meant I had to do what he wanted, I would reluctantly do it to give me a much needed respite to recover. Then once I was recovered,  I would make sure Hercules paid for this humiliation after I kicked his ass.

I leaned forward and went to work. As my tongue ran over the hot hard muscle of Royal's massive body, I began to get into it. With a shock, I realized I was getting turned on. The taste of his sweat was in my mouth, the heat of his skin burned against my lips, the odor of his mansweat filled my nostrils. I began with his hairy pecs, covering every inch with my mouth, licking my way from right to left and back again, tracing the muscled curve where his ripped abdomen fell away like a cliff.

As my mouth made contact with his left nipple, Hercules moaned, as I took the thick nub of flesh into my mouth and began chewing at it, gauging his reaction by his gasps and shivers, and driving him to a frenzy before I abruptly let go - only to begin again on the other nipple.  By moving from one nipple to the other, I kept him on the edge - my darting tongue and nibbling teeth were driving him crazy. He moaned and swore in some unknown language as I worshipped that magnificent chest and sopped up every drop of the sweat that hung like pearls on the ridges of muscle and clung to the coiling strands of chest-fur. Yeah I was doing a good job of keeping him distracted while I rested and regained my strength.  Or so I thought.

Suddenly,  Royal's beefy arms circled my torso as he put me into a bearhug.

Since Hercules and I were both hung like horses, our cocks were engaged in battle down below while their torsos also battled. We were glued together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock. We pressed our rock hard bodies together. We flexed and ground our huge rock hard jutting pecs, rippling abs, and swollen crotches together.  We both groaned involuntarily from the overwhelming erotic stimulation we experienced.

Both musclemen writhed in pain, groaning and
gasping for breath. Like two massive boa
constrictors they struggled to crush the life out
of each another. Sweat poured from their bodies,
their faces burned red from the strain as each winced
from the others pulverizing might, their muscles
bulging to their limits, their chests heaving, their
pre-cum dripping freely as their cocks were
squashed against each others abs!

Hercules had a  true bodybuilder musclegut, as did I. Our bulbous, yet shredded abdomens, were inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons!  With our massive bodies dripping with sweat,  Royal's  huge pecs began to dig into mine as our sweaty chests mashed together.

Even in my intense pain, I consciously marveled at the beauty of Royal's bearhug. It was a work of art. Hercules squeezed his victims not only with his massive biceps but also with his powerful pecs. I truly felt like prey in a python’s vice. And like a boa constrictor, Hercules slowly, methodically, and relentlessly tightened his grip – rippling his muscles like a snake – each time I exhaled. So tight was Hercules hold that I could feel the nipples on his powerful pecs and the hose-like veins in his massive biceps burning into me. I was gasping for air!

Hercules continued to press his muscleman body into mine, grinding our huge pecs,  muscular bellies, and  swollen crotches together.  Stuck tightly together, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft, with  massive bellies sucking in air against each other.  It was as hot-as-fuck.  I had popped a boner. 

Our swollen cocks battled down below while
our torsos also battled. This is turning you on isn't it,
 Mule! You're enjoying rubbing boners with me. 
 Precum dribbled out of my piss slit as I groaned
 involuntarily from the overwhelming erotic stimulation

Both hung like horses, our cocks battled down below while our torsos battled up above. Our swollen crotches ground together.  We both groaned involuntarily from the overwhelming erotic stimulation we experienced. Precum dribbled out of my piss slit and dripped to the floor.

"It's turning you queer isn't it, Mule?" Hercules said softly. "You're enjoying rubbing boners and going bodies-a-bodies with me, aren't you Mule? It doesn't get any gayer than this!! You are perving out over my cock and muscle pressed against yours! Oh yeah, you're going to love taking my big dick up your ass after I finish beating the shit out of you!" he taunted. As if on cue, Royal ground our swollen crotches together, grinding his huge dick into my own oversized package. “Yeah, Mule – do you feel that? That's what going to fuck you....and you're gonna take every-fuckin-inch of it!" Hercules hissed.

When Hercules felt he has sufficiently weakened me with his bearhug, he released his grip and your favorite muscle hunk fell limply backward to the floor, landing flat on my back in a puddle of  my own and Royal's sweat, with my arms flopped over his head. As he opened my eyes, my only view as I laid on the floor like a stomped on cockroach was Royal's brawny, thick legs, all hard ridges and sculpted bulges. As Hercules walks away, showing the roundness of his muscular beefy ass that flexed with each step he took, my half closed eyes try to take in the perfection of his glutes, thighs, and calves.

Slowly, Hercules swung around. He stared down at me, his badly beaten but still handsome opponent, who barely moved, my eyes blinking rapidly up at the ceiling. Hercules licked his lips slowly. He wiped a thick bead of sweat from his brow and threw it on me as he breathed deeply.  Royal's muscles pumped from the strain of battle, were looking  bigger and more formidable, as impossible as that seemed.  His abs rippled and his pecs bounced. Hercules stood in front of me, hands on hips.  His big chest and eight pack abs were heaving.   His  muscles, now pumped full of blood and testosterone from his struggle with Your Mule, bulged and flexed. Veins the size of hoses were criss crossing  his entire body, which was now was as vascular as his erect penis.  His horse-sized hard-as-an-iron-pipe cock dripped precum on the floor as it hugged his abs and pointed straight up like a flag pole at the ceiling.  Hercules is boner-inducing hot.  Hot as fuck!  Succumbing to my lust for the huge man who had out-muscled and  manhandled  me, my dick spewed more and more precum. It dripped  out of my piss slit like a leaky faucet. 
  
“This is how you like it, isn’t it big boy? Dominated by a fucking muscle stud like me! Now you have felt my power, boy! I owned your ass, and that is going to make fucking it just that much sweeter! Look at me, boy! Look at these muscles that just made you my bitch!” Hercules laughed.

"Now who's negotiating skills are pitiful?" Hercules asked rhetorically. 

He didn't wait for an answer. He swung his right knee over my throat and sat down across my chest, making this muscle hunk groan. Reaching behind him, Royal hooked both of my knees with his elbows and folded my legs over, slowly stretching my Muscle Stud hamstrings, until my feet hovered just over the floor above my head.

I jerked my body in a futile attempt to squirm free, but Hercules had me wrapped up like a full-body straight jacket. My shoulders were pinned to the floor and my knees were pressed irresistibly down next to my own ears. Hercules swiveled his hips side to side, slapping his opponent's slack face with his swelling cock.  “I hope you’re ready to lose your ass Mule, because my huge cock is ready to open you up. Prepare yourself, muscleman. It’s minutes away! At this point, you're metaphorically fucked, you piece of shit," he announced with a sneer. "Now get ready to get literally fucked!"

Now get ready to get literally fucked!

I grunted and flexed once more, straining to escape. There was no escape to be had. I was being tossed around like a rag doll -- fuck, Hercules  had muscles that wouldn’t end! 

For a long minute, he was forcing me to inhale his musk and taste his crotch. Next, he was compelling me to worship his heavy, swollen balls. A moment later, he moved forward, his nuts scraping across my face as he did so, until he was presenting me with the firm tan globes of his ass. He proceeded to spread his legs to give me a view into the dark hairy cleft that led to his butthole.  Before I could react any further, he had pulled back again, his hard-on once more jutting right into my face. His hand swept one more time along the phenomenal length of that shaft.

Open! Time to service your superior.
Hercules powerful glutes flexed as he SHOVED his long thick
 dick into my mouth and forced the fat cock down my choking
 throat! In a brutal hammering. Hercules skull-fucked me,
forcing me to deep throat this thick shaft!
Suck that cock, bitch! Choke on my dick!

Royal's cock grew into a thick solid rod until it was fully  erect. Hercules starts spanking my face with his mammoth erection to keep me the alert the whole time.  "Open." Hercules said calmly. “Time to service your superior.” The mushroom head of his cock was pressing down forcefully on my lips. I knew what was coming and kept my mouth closed tightly.  When I didn't open, Royal snarled as he shoved his shaft hard against mouth, leaning into the agonized face until  the thick cock forced its way through the pearly gates. Hercules then shoves the first third of his cock into my mouth prying it open at the start.  Pausing a bit to let me to adjust to its girth Hercules then shoves the full length of his shaft all the way to his nutsack  and was forced down my choking throat. Your gagging hero tried desperately to push away. In turn, Hercules pulled out a bit, then SHOVED  his long girthy dick back into my throat once again. "Suck it..."  he commanded. My nose was buried in Royal's sweat-soaked pubic hair with my chin against Royal's huge sweaty nut sack.  His  fully packed cum pumpers and pendulous lemon sized balls  were testimony to the sheer masculinity and sexual prowess of this testosterone fueled  muscle stud. He starts pistoning his pussy-wrecker  in and out of my  mouth. 

Hercules powerful glutes flexed and bulged  as he continued plowing my throat. Slurping sounds filled the room. I hung off  Royal's groin.  The behemoth began to viciously plunge his thick cock into my throat in a brutal hammering. Hercules skull-fucked me forcing me to deep throat the thick shaft.  Your Mule is gagging as he's impaled by the musclebeast's  manhood. "Yeah, take that cock, bitch. Choke on my fat dick."  Royal growls as he pumped his girthy cock in and out of Your Mule's mouth.  Hercules pulled his dick clear and then rammed it back down my throat, again and again until I thought I would black out from the face fucking. My handsome features was taking a jack hammer-like pounding as Royal continued ramming his mighty dick all the way down this blond bodybuilder's  throat.  Hercules was sexually dominating Your Mule.

This trapped  Muscle Stud  finally turned my head to the side and snarled furiously, "I submit!" Hoping to put an end to this 'negotiation'.

"You sure as shit do, mother fucker!" Hercules snapped ferociously. “You’re way out of your league Muscleboy!” taunted the victor. He leaned forward, crushing his cock humiliatingly into my face, clearly not relenting, and slapped his right palm into the floor over my head. "One!" He paused, demonstrating his control. "Two!" Count by count, he felt me, his vanquished opponent, no longer resist the inevitable, resigned to my fate. At the count of ten, Royal released my legs and crawled backward until his knees straddled Your Mule's knees.

Climbing to his feet with an effort, Royal's  muscles were flexing and bulging, coated in thick sweat. Hercules was  ready to savor victory.  

Grabbing both my ankles, Hercules dragged me on my back by my legs to the center of the bomb shelter's floor. Knowing what was coming next, I protectively clutched my balls with both my hands in defense. Spreading my legs wide, Hercules jammed his right heel down hard into the backs of my own hands, crushing my balls underneath. I bellowed like a bull being castrated, my shoulders rolling off the floor as my face contorted with agony. Hercules dropped both my legs and then swaggered over to the cot, it looked like he picked something up out of the clothes pile, but my eyes were still watering from the attack on my nuts.

 Standing over his defeated challenger Hercules posed his massive body and flexed his mighty arms. I shook my head to regain some sense and, with great difficulty, began to struggle to my feet.  But when I tried to stand my legs buckled and I went down to both knees. 

It shook Your Mule's pride to see Royal naked, completely in charge, and about to fuck me.  Dropping to his knees next to my head, the mercenary  Muscle Stud shoved his sweaty bikini briefs into my mouth, once again gagging me.  “Plowing your ass to seal our deal is going to be so…fucking… sweet!”  Hercules hissed in my ear. 

Your Mule can't believe he lost!

My eyes snapped open wide. A muffled choke shook my chest. I began to reach my hand toward my face to free my mouth, but Hercules intercepted me by grabbing my wrist.  Hercules once again manhandled me this time  dragging  me across the floor by one leg, dropping your wasted hunk hero at the cot where the piles of our discarded clothing lay. Again, my hand moved to my mouth, but again, Hercules intercepted me, viciously twisting my left wrist, forcing Your Mule  to roll to my stomach.

"Hold still there, stud. I am about to make you my girlfriend!" Hercules instructed.  He knelt behind me,  grabbing me by the hips and lifting. Obediently, I pulled my knees underneath me, kneeling passively.

The old concrete and steel bomb shelter took on the atmosphere of a rape dungeon! The air was super charged with the heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere of testosterone mixed with the pungent sweat of pumped up muscle. Now silent except for the heavy breathing of both of us, yet only moments before the audible sounds of grunts and groans  had echoed of the steel walls as muscles were strained to their limits. 

Dominantly poised above me, Hercules posed to admire the sweeping curves of my huge, hard buttocks. "Damn, Mule,” Hercules marveled, “That ass is everything I was hoping it would be! I can't wait to get in your awesome ass!" He landed a cracking slap across my amply muscled ass and laughed. Hercules had developed quite a man-crush on the muscle-flaunting blond lawyer!

   

Hold still there, stud. I am about to make you my girlfriend!
 I'm gonna go pelvis to cheek & balls deep!

Royal's muscles were
flexing and bulging, coated in thick sweat. Hercules was ready
 to take his victory fuck!

The old concrete and steel bomb shelter took on the
atmosphere of a rape dungeon! The air was super charged
 with the heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere of testosterone
 mixed with the pungent sweat of pumped up muscle. Now
silent except for the heavy breathing of both men, only
moments before the audible sounds of grunts and groans of
maximum exertion as muscles were strained
to their limits had echoed off the steel walls.

Dominantly poised above me, Hercules posed to admire
the sweeping curves of my huge, hard buttocks.
Damn, boy, Hercules marveled, that ass is everything I was 
hoping it would be. I can't wait to get in your awesome ass!     

That's right…that's a good little slut…Just stay in that position,
 muscle bitch!  Hercules deep thick voice rumbled. 

Hercules shuffled his body forcibly between my knees, spreading me wide. He poked teasingly at my hole, making this vanquished stud flinch and gasp.

Just when I seemed to grow desensitized to the gentle prodding of Royal's one-eyed monster against my asshole, Hercules growled "I'm gonna split you in half with this  huge fuking cock......"  Hercules didn't even finish the sentence as the grabbed hold of this defeated stud's hips with both hands and rammed his cock up my unfortunate ass.

I howled through the gag stuffed in my mouth as Royal took his victory fuck! There was nothing gentle about it as Hercules immediately pounded my ass hard, his hips slapping wetly over and over again against my cheeks in forceful and raw rams.  His jaw hanging open in undisguised lust.  Royal's  cock was drilling deep into your favorite stud beneath him. I felt dizzy.  We are rutting like two giant apes in heat. Hercules snarled breathlessly.  Both of us  toss our heads and howl in man-lust as Hercules shows Your Hero who’s the boss!

Hercules shows Your Hero who’s the boss!

Hercules roughly wrapped his huge arms around my blond beefy body, and put me into another full nelson. He rammed me forward, so that my huge chest slammed against the cot. His hips thrust upward, as he rubbed his shaft between my hot, clenched butt cheeks.

This is how we "seal the deal" Mule!
Now you know why I get paid the 'big bucks'
to take care of hot shot muscle-punks like you!

Royal's huge biceps strained, as he grabbed my hips and lifted me up into the air in an arrogant show of strength.  Hercules roughly thrust up and into my ass.

Then I was pulled down and impaled upon Royal's huge dick.  My ass clenched like a vise around the giant cock.

Hercules continued to fuck me as if I were a filthy muscle whore. His huge chest rose in exertion as he rammed that fat prick up my ass further with each stroke.  My stimulated prostate was taking a pounding like there was a battering ram up my ass.

He rammed me forward, so that my huge chest slammed 
against the cot. His hips thrust upward, as he rubbed his shaft
 between my hot, clenched butt cheeks.

"Are you going to beg for it bitch…? Hmm…? Aren't you going to beg for my big cock  to pound your ass…?" I heard Hercules taunt me from behind as he ground his hips upward.

Royal's huge biceps strained, as he grabbed my hips and lifted
 me up into the air in an arrogant show of strength.  Then 
with one mighty shove Hercules rammed his cock up my ass! 
 I was impaled upon Royal's huge dick.

I felt Royal's hands feeling up my pecs and cut abs. My donkey cock was hard as an iron pipe as I began to get hammered with slow, hard strokes from behind. Royal's hands dug deep into my traps and drew my head roughly back with a claw hold, making me arch as he began to fuck me in earnest. 

Royal's hands dug into my traps and drew my head roughly 
back, making me arch as he began to fuck me in earnest. 
Royal's battering ram pounded into my prostate with every
 powerful thrust. 

Royal's hips rotated and ground with each thrust, driving his cock against my prostate with every go. My huge, buff body tighten with each pounding. My muscles tensed and released as I was fucked and dominated by the hairy muscle stud. As the loser I was being fucked into total and complete submission, which is the ultimate humiliation and disgrace for an Alpha Male.

As the loser I was being fucked into total and complete 
submission by the hairy muscle stud, which is the ultimate
 humiliation and disgrace for an Alpha Male!
I began to groan louder, moaning as the big man's thrusting 
became more vigorous and he growled taunts into my ears.
Admit it, big strong muscleman: now that you have a nice fat 
cock up in your ass… you love it…don't you?"

I began to groan louder, moaning as the big man whispered taunts into my ear, adding to my humiliation. "Mmm… such a little slut aren't you? Big buff muscleman thought he was strong, but now that you have a nice fat cock up in your ass… you love cock…don't you?" But I was unable to reply as the thrusting became more vigorous. Suddenly I came, gushes of cum spilling on the floor.

Hercules smirked as he felt my body pulse and muscles flex with each climax. He wrenched his dick out of my ass with an audible *POP* and pushed me down to the floor with my chest hard against the floor. His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled my chiseled ass up into the air. Then he blasted his cock back into my ass in with a hard thrust. "Now you're really gonna get fucked stud..."

One of his hands went to the small of my back, pressing firmly as he drove into me like a jack hammer. The other curled above his head and he licked the huge bicep cockily, as he began to fuck me like a muscle slut.

I, once again, felt the huge man dominant me, fucking me like a complete bull. My thick shoulders and back spread with ungodly definition, as I clutched the cot. Hercules egged me on with comments that I couldn't make out anymore.

The slap of Royal's balls against my ass provided a nice cadence, as the macho muscle bear made sure each thrust was pulled almost all the way out before brutally entering again. Each thrust made my buff Adonis-ass rise in the air, rocking violently forward and plowing into the mound of muscle. I was getting fucked HAM.

Royal's' pounding intensified, quickening as he felt himself 
about to climax.  I was getting fucked HAM
 (as Hard As a Mutherfucker!)

His pounding intensified, quickening as he felt himself about to climax. Abruptly he stopped, his cock buried deep. I groaned in anticipation. More slowly, Hercules began pounding his hips into my ass again. Finally, he threw his head backward, his closed eyes pointed at the ceiling. A cry of  deep ecstasy  was wrenched from Royal's chest. Quickly, he slid his cock free with a popping sound, and cum shot like a jet from his engorged cock head, spraying a wide arc as Hercules re-positioned his shaft nestled between my ass cheeks. Two more jets of milky cum shot across Your Mule's back.

The room was perfectly silent.  His nuts emptied, Hercules lies atop my sweaty body. Both  of us were exhausted, breathing hard, and trying to suck all the air we can back into their bodies.   Both muscular hunks reeked of battle, sex, cum and sweat. As our breathing calmed down, the room went perfectly quiet. A strong testosterone laden smell of man on man sex filled the room. The old concrete and steel bomb shelter took on the atmosphere of a rape dungeon.

When Hercules abruptly landed a loudly cracking spank across my raw ass, the silent tension in the room popped like a balloon. "Negotiation over, bitch!" Hercules snapped, more gloating than angry now.

Royal slowly rose majestically and victoriously to his feet. 

Royal slowly rose majestically and victoriously to his feet

 He swaggers proudly  and  stands over me, smirking arrogantly.   He posed his thickly muscled  body in another show of superiority. He is flushed with triumph.  He smiled in pride at his victorious achievement.  He had once again successfully completed a job he had been hired to do by his powerful employer. His ass fucking of  ME, the young  hotshot lawyer muscleman was the ultimate act of domination by one male over another.

Exhausted and freshly fucked, I sat back on my heels. I spit out the  briefs,  with disgust.  I could taste bitter defeat in my mouth.  Hercules stood behind me, hands on his hips, his abdomen pumping as he breathed deeply, recovering from his exertions. “You know who’s boss now...don’t ya!” Hercules said authoritatively. It was a statement and not a question.

When I began to rise to my  feet, Royal placed his hands on Your Mule's shoulders and shoved me  back down.  "Wait right there, loser," Hercules snarled.  Royal shoved me sideways by the head, sending your favorite muscle  hunk sprawling on the floor.  Hercules stepped over me then grabbed  both of the  piles of  clothes. I climbed up to my knees, but refused to make eye contact with Royal. I abruptly stopped my efforts to stand, when Hercules laced his fingers slowly through my hair.

"Not so fast, you sorry ass mother fucker loser-bitch. Nobody said you could get dressed!" Royal snapped. I sighed deeply, my shoulders sagging in resignation as Hercules pried me up to my feet and backed me into a wall. Royal began sliding his long, powerful arms into the sleeves of my favorite dress shirt and began buttoning it up.   Then he began to pull on my trousers. "The fit is a little tight, but it will do. I figured we were about the same size.  It will do to get me back to the hotel at least." Hercules noted, as the flexed and check out the fit in the mirror. "OK, you can get up now. You're welcome to whatever clothes are left!" Royal announced.  I looked down at the remaining torn items strewn around the floor and just snorted in disgust.  I didn't mind being naked. I was jacked, tanned and hung. To be honest I looked better naked than with clothes on. And  I would rather stay naked than put any of that wrecked shit on.  Besides I had spare clothes up in my office!   I moved slowly over to the locked steel door,  then  keyed in the  numeric code and the heavy steel doors unlock. 

"But your sorry ass can't leave  yet, Mule. We got some important papers to sign, remember?" Hercules laughed. "And then after I will buy you dinner to celebrate closing the deal! Are there any 5-star restaurants in this cow town?  Or would you prefer your native Louisiana cuisine. I have my employers private jet on stand-by at the airport and we can be in New Orleans in an hour!  Dinner at Galatoire's and your ass for desert, pretty boy?"  Hercules says with a none too subtle adjustment to the monster size python in his pants.  "And when we get back, you can introduce me to this muscle-punk Jayson I read about in my opposition research!" he says as he cracks his fists. menacingly.