****** WARNING******
This story is about a man wrestling his dad -- and yes, there is full-on sex between them. So if that bothers you, don't continue to read!
To Recap from last time: After being pretty much absent from my life since I was 3 years old, Dad and I started to reconnect in my early days of college. I had some "abandonment issues" at first but we were able to successfully work those out in a manly fashion and reconcile. See (Mule fights his Pop ) for that story.
Pop and I were very much alike, as it turned out. Before you roll your eyes that every kid looks like his dad, you didn't see us up close, so close that pie-hole and listen up. We were the same! Not just physically ( I look more like a clone than a son ) but we also had many shared interests and personality traits that just happened far from each other's influence. We were big men, athletic and strong. Many called us Alpha males, only because they were weak and not used to making their own way in life. We were quick to anger and got into fights. Many called us real assholes on occasion, but they were also weak beta fucks disappointed that we would not obey their authority. Also punching them in the face and stealing their lady sloots might contribute to that opinion we are assholes. So, yeah...
We both enjoyed hunting, and had some hunting trips that lead to some interesting adventures. This is just one of those...
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As I previously mentioned, shortly after a career ending knee injury cut short his stay in the NFL, Pop became a car salesman. And to absolutely everyone's surprise, he was successful, but given that he could charm the pants off the female customers (and quite of the few male customers, who left with bromantic crushes, and like the swooning sloots with extended warranties and more extras than they ever intended) it really was a good fit! So by the time I was in High School he owned a half-dozen car and truck dealerships in and around Plano, Texas. He was making bank, and slamming pussy, and among other things, purchased a deer hunting lease and hunting "camp" near Mentone in Loving County, Texas.
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Pop's Deer Hunting "Camp"
~located in the middle of fuck'n nowhere~ |
I first went hunting at the camp with Dad during my 2nd year of college. The camp is in the middle of absolutely fuck'n nowhere. Google Loving County, TX if you think I am exaggerating.
“Pop, what the hell is a house doing out here in the middle of fuck'n nowhere?" I remember asking.
"I got a great deal on it. It was a forest ranger station before I bought it, and it had all the service hook-ups, including a land-line phone and satellite internet. Shit, I needed a remote hideaway to get away from the rat-race and I sure found it out here. Doesn’t get more ‘hideaway’ than this.” I got to admit the silence and emptiness all around was kind of awe-inspiring and when you are there it feels like you’re the last two guys in the whole world.
When you get up at 4 am to hunt and it's over with by 9 am, the rest of the day consists of watching sports and porn. Then eating! Pop has a little Mexican camp chef that was a tremendous wild game cook - we ate good. That leads to playing cards, drinking, and smoking cigars, mixed with lots of "friendly" wrestling around that of course had a funny way of never staying friendly for long.
Locker room rules were in effect all the time. No fucks were given about nudity and lots of talk about pussy happened at maximum volume. Especially since no women were around.
One night we were both sprawled in arm chairs watching some lesbian porn on the big screen, like ya do. Shirtless and in just our drawers, I look at Pop. He's slow polishing his wood. Yes, so am I.
Pop looked at me
I looked at him.
Clutching his rock-hard boner with one hand, Pop jumped up from his chair, and said "Fuck man, this shits got me horny as fuck. I gotta fucking go outside and jack the fuck off before I rape a coyote.” I knew he was serious, as he had subconsciously referenced fucking 4 times, and he normally didn't drop the f bomb with quite that abandon otherwise. In case you wondered, tornados are measured on a similar scale. Find a shelter when you the hear the F-5, the rare mythical "five fuck" sentence. Run for cover bitch. Run.
“You too, uh Pop?” I grinned. “My rod’s as hard as steel. Hey, I'll join you on the porch. Let’s just get a quick jerk off in before bed. I won't be able to sleep until I get rid of this boner.”
Next thing Pop and I are standing outside in just our drawers and facing each other in wild-west shootout, show down style. I've got my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my BVDs and pulling my overloaded briefs down in the front, tucking them under my big bull balls and unleashing my anaconda from its nesting place. Even in the stillest night, you always feel a breeze. The crisscrossing veins of my meaty-thick shaft were bloated and flowing. Tap....tap...tap...a steady flow of precum, counted the seconds.
"Shit damn,” said Pop, “I never get tired of seeing that dick of yours, Mule. You're swinging some serious pipe. I bet the ladies go wild for that weapon of yours. Just don’t shoot off at me. Probably take my head off….. or drown me in jism. That would look great in a coroner's report. Drowned in his son's spunk load." Pop said with a chuckle as he pushed down his boxers and wrapped his fist around his cock.
I had to laugh. “Look whose talking! You’re a champ in the meat department, yourself, Pop” I grinned. “That is one huge fucking piece of prime beef you got between your legs. It must blast off and echo like a canon.” I said.
We talked shit about each other's dicks. I bragged about hot Texas College sloots in College Station. He had to brag not only about banging every hot wife in his neighborhood, female clients, not to mentiondumpster pussy in Tampa and Shreveport and Ft Sill. Damn next to my Dad, I felt ALMOST CELIBATE, sort of how you readers feel when you read about my exploits! Every story was counted in time by the slow stroke of shaft. Silence broken by heavy breathing and a deep groan filled the night.
I checked his dick. it throbbed and seemed to swing his nuts around. I flexed my as making my cock throb and I heard Pop let out a groan like he was watching a monster do tricks at the circus. I was jerking off looking at myself in a mirror. Not my first time. I'm a fine man to look at. True story, Mule does frequently without shame. But this wasn't a reflection, the sexy muscle hunk I was looking at was my Dad.
I stroked my cock knowing this was what his feels like. My other hand touched my chest, that thick steak of Mule muscle. His had to be this good. I bet it tastes like it too. I saw the sweat shining on his neck and knew that had to taste amazing. That muscle weight, him on top of me, smothering my face in those pecs.
Hold up. Pop knows exactly how much this is fucking with my head and he's daring me to want him.
Proving my thought, he cracked a smile. With his free hand, he rubbed his abs, then his pecs, watching me watch him. Pop looked at me, grinning. Seducing me was his plan. It was succeeding! The crazy thing is he's just a half step ahead of me. We are so alike.
We both lived football. He made it to the NFL. Jocks like us work our bodies hard, it's part of life. We need to build muscle to play sports. Muscle is sexy. And we like showing those muscles off. Dudes with muscled bodies seemed to like it the most. They now how to really appreciate a body with muscles like these. Get 30 hot muscley dudes on the team in one room, they will flirt and show off to each other.
Boners pop up pretty damn easy. So easy and often it's expected. It wasn't any big deal in the locker room; we all understood that's just the way it was. After all, we were a bunch of hormonal athletes in the prime of lives; our testosterone and adrenaline levels were through the roof pretty much 24/7 In fact if we didn't get wood, someone might ask if you were ok.
Pop continued casting his muscle spell. He rubbed his abs slowly for me, then his pecs. It was so quiet here I could hear his skin on skin rubbing. This wasn't the first time I had engaged in naked muscle-flirting and dick-teasing with a hot older stud. But doing it with my own father added an element of taboo quirkiness. The forbidden man muscle. My cock knew that made it even hotter!
"You want some of this..." he didn't ask. He told me I want some. "You want to touch my muscles... Come on....feel 'em... No Homo...” If I was drinking a beer, that would've got me a spit take. No homo? Who the fuck cares? We ain't picking out silver and throw pillows. We're busting loads. Truth be known, He stepped closer and my heart was hammering. Standing face-to-face, two muscle studs stroking their stallion cocks. Daymn this is so fucking hot" I groaned.
He touched his pecs. With a fist he hit his chest and like a deep kettle drum it made a thump. Then he ran his hands over his whole chest, his solid pecs, down over his eight-pack abs, his solid pecs, down over his abs, then pressed his fists into the sides of his waist and flared his lats in a classic bodybuilder pose, until finally resting them on his hips. Pop smiled as he watched his son lust for him!
“OK, Kiddo. You got the launch codes, time to turn the fucking keys already." Pop said. "Get closer, Son. you're gonna shoot your cum all over my hot body. And keep your eyes on me as you cum, Mule. Look at these muscles of mine. Look at your old man's physique Mule. Do it now, boy. CUM Now!”
I could feel my balls drawing up preparing to shoot as I was staring at my muscular Dad beating his own meat - while I myself was the object of Pop’s gaze. I couldn't say no. He ordered cum out of me like Burger King drive thru. “FUCK… aaaguuuuuh!” A wave of sexual spasm, my bellowing man voice, my chest out thick and huge casting a counter spell on Pop, my head flew back, and I spew warm, creamy liquid splatter, shooting multiple loads of cum all over Pop's massive chest! He jerked when the first shot hit him. My legs shivered and my head rested on Dad's shoulder, feeling his warm muscle.
“Yeah,” Pop shouted , “you’re my boy alright -- a hot and horny all-American jock stud! Great job, kiddo.” I had cum big time and I was panting, chest heaving and abs rippling. "Daymn....! I can't fucking believe I was beating my meat looking at my own Dad!" I said between gasps for air.
Pop playfully punched me in the gut, just enough to make me wince and double up slightly. “Yeah, I had to wipe that smug smile off your face somehow.” Pop laughed as I straightened up. When I stood up he slapped my big beefy solid pecs a few times, then pressed hard against me, bare chest to bare chest, and leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "How does it feel knowing your old man can turn your college jock muscle-boy body on like that, Stud? It's a hellva ego boost for me...sometime we need to have a Wank-Off: First to cum loses and the loser has to lick up the mess - my cum and yours..."
"Umm, maybe, we can see how it plays out..." I mumbled non committedly, feeling a little weirded out at the moment. I shivered at the thought. I also thought, you been away for-fucking ever and now you got command of my dick? No man get the Mule like that. It was a good moment. I wasn't going to fuck it up.
His thick horse cock was still sticking out at a 45 degree angle and dripping copious amounts of left over baby-batter. His six-pack abs were covered in my dripping cum. I couldn't take my eyes off all those cum-covered naked muscles. He was so fucking hot and sexy. He knew what had my attention - grinning, he bounced the thick beefy pecs on his 56 inch chest. Then he flexed his sculpted abs into a wall of cobblestones. Who was he showing off to? I thought. Since no one else is here, It's gotta be me...I could feel my spent dick beginning to thicken up again! I felt like Pop was laughing at me, , trying to humiliate me. I broke eye contact looking at the floor wanting to be somewhere else.
He straightened up. I swear his pecs got even bigger. "Hey, Buddy Boy, I'm sorry, I was just messing with you. It's ok, don't be mad at me. Right?" he waited for words of forgiveness. Seems he forgot why I'm called Mule. Yea, the big swinging dick is real. But the stubborn silent stone face earns me the Mule title when I got clothes on. But you got to admit you think I'm one fucking hot muscle stud. You shot a huge load jerking off to your old man!" Pop said.
I was still hot for his ripped body and he knew it. I'm also, given the right moment, ready to break his face just to show him I'm a brutal force and no fatherly Bing Crosby tune will placate that.
My heart barely slowed since I busted that cumshot salvo into his chest. Not letting up, he raised his arms and flexed his biceps. Dude is a freakin beast. Those cum-coated lats and pecs converged and made dark deep deep pits. His biceps rippled to a split head. He was a statue of pain and dedication. Even at his age he could have posed for any number of fitness magazines or porn videos, every muscle perfectly defined, and singing a sexual siren. And I knew the athleticism his body was capable of My cock began to lengthen and thicken. "Your Pop giving you another boner already, kid?!?" he laughed. "Fuck you must want my dick bad, you horn dawg!" I had to chuckle. He never once thought I wanted his ass.
"Time to clean up. Let's hit the showers!" he announced. In another calculated move, he casually turned around, shucking off his boxers and revealing the rock-hard muscles of his lower back and glutes. Speaking of ass. I watched as his rock-solid ass muscles and big back muscles moved and rippled. Dammit, I had fallen right into Pop's trap and was now staring at his bare, tan, muscular ass, my mouth dropping a little as Pop flexed it, the bubble of each bulge of muscle rising and falling. I realized I was hard as hell again. He knew I wanted that.
Pop turned back around, and looked down at my crotch with a satisfied smile. “Yup, stiff as a flag pole. While I'm in the shower, you can jack off thinking about choking on my fat dick if you want to," he said casually but with a cocky smirk. "Looks like you need it..." I watched his hot muscular ass flex and move as he walked away.
I did jerk out another load, but it wasn't to dreamy thoughts about choking on his cock. It was more dominant and darker. Speak loudly and clearly into the microphone daddy. Tell my how much you like the flavor of cock.
Morning came. I wasn't sure how we were going to top that nights performance but it turned out we did. The next day Pop said he had an idea if I was up for it. We were rebuilding part of the butcher shed. If you hunt enough, you will eventually need one or get used to blood in the kitchen.
That night after supper and a few rounds of arm-wrestling and splitting a bottle of George Dickel with Pop, he started telling me about a bar about 10 miles away named "The War Zone." I chuckled. There's always a thin layer of Bullshit when it comes to naming a place. They usually reach for something the owner dreams of but never wants the true reality. I mean if the people that invented The Outback steak house chain ever saw the fucking spiders that place grows, they would run shrieking in horror. So I was expecting some white boy "bikers" that bought a Harley with their 401 K after their stock options paid out.
He would go to The War Zone whenever he came here to the camp. It was known as a biker bar, but was popular with rough ranch hands and oilfield roughnecks also too. Like some places have a wall where famous people sign a picture and hang it on the wall. This place has serial killers and death row inmates on the wall. the best pics are of them fighting someone into a bloody smear.
So basically it was Bikers and Rednecks. They had fights. SICK fights. The club was frequented by some huge juiced up adrenaline junkies that crave a fight and if they can't have one they make one. The local Sherriff was always saving the place from being shut down. They were kicking him back nicely, and he saw the place as a corral where the worse were predictably hanging out and everyone else knew to do their church pamphleting somewhere else.
Fights usually broke out every night, and Pop said that he had been in a fight every time he had gone there. He always won, of course, and had quite a reputation for never losing and as the toughest brawler around. Apparently he believed he was a legendary badass and a celerity there . It sounded like just my kind of place. I adjusted my dick. Oh yea, part of me is wondering why we're not leaving already.
So here was my plan. Pops and I could start some trouble and pound the snot out some of the locals. Problem is, Dad said none of the local dudes would really be a match for either of us in a fight. Even the ones that look like Tarzan fight like Jane. My dick was instantly sad. 😞😞😞 See, I enjoy fighting more when I have a quality opponent. Threaten me with a credible mutilation and you have my attention. As any fighter will tell you, there is a special feeling when you get the advantage over a guy who is your equal or close to it.
But Pop had a plan. Pop always had a plan. Instead of wasting our time beating up some local roobs that wouldn't be real competition for us anyway, this is what he proposed:
We would go to the bar separately, me coming in a few minutes later. We would act like we didn't know each other. Then he would pretend to have a beef over me bumping him or something. And we would have a bare knuckle brawl. Neither one of us was any good at holding back in a fight, so we would have a real knock down drag out bar fight. A fight like no one had seen in these parts. A fight the local yokels would be talking about for years. I grinned, sure old man. you're not setting me up at all. And monkeys fly out of my ass every Halloween.
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Yujiro Hanma
"#Best Father Ever!"
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"First thing, we need to get you some leathers. I got plenty here that will fit ya!" and with that Pop started rumbling through one of the closets in his bedroom. I hated to tell him I had custom leather at home that cost over $5k and they suck your cock to make sure they get the up-front measurements right to accommodate your boner. They had to make a new style they ended up calling "The Stable." That's what you keep a Mule in.
Next thing he was throwing leather gear on the bed for me. "Strip off and try these on!" Just the thought of encasing my huge quads and humongous pecs in tight, sweaty black leather was already getting me hard. I started with the leather vest.
At nearly twenty and almost out of my teenage years, I had broadened and thickened out to be a prime specimen of fresh male power. My broad muscular shoulders filled the black leather vest. My 54" chest was looming over my tight 32" waist. The vest amplified my hard V shape. The black leather pants fitted my legs like a second skin. My legs showed the work I had put into them, teardrops power showing through - Two trunks of powerful muscle surmounted by an athletic round muscular backside! I was aroused by the whole biker thing, particularly the sound of the leather enclosing my muscular thighs rubbing together as I walked. The leather of my pants creaked as they strained to contain my massive muscle and rubbed against my skin. My huge quads threatened to split the seams as they bulged out obscenely through the slick thin leather. Luckily they had been well-worn in by my Dad, the feel of the leather against my bare skin was a sensation guaranteed to give me a boner.
The high point was the crotch. It fit. "You spent $5k on these didn't you?"
"Yeah I did. Leather maker in San Antonio called that style the Stable." I was looking at myself in the mirror so Pop didn't read my smile as anything else but pleasure at the look.Meanwhile, my Alpha Pop had encased himself in the tightest imaginable skins which revealed every striation of every muscle in his quads, hams and calves. Leather does this, like a go-go platform for muscle. Every angle is porn. His leather-clad crotch strained to contain his impossibly bulging dick and huge balls. His delts, arms and lats swelled out from the low-cut black leather tank top. Two black leather bicep rings separated his biceps from his delts, accenting the huge veined size of both areas.
We had a really strong Tom of Finland vibe going on now! Squeezing ourselves into a couple of really big, really tight leather biker jackets, we pull out the pair of vintage but well maintained Harley motorcycles Pop had stashed in the garage. We straddled the huge monsters and they roared for open road. My cock was finally satisfied that we were on the way. What with that bike throbbing between my legs, the hotness of the leather gear, and the thoughts of the fight, I was horny as fuck the whole way to the bar.
I followed Pop as he turned off the main highway and down a lonely country road and past a lot of desolate landscape until suddenly there appeared out of nowhere a building and vehicles on the left. There were lots of motorcycles and older-model beat up pick-up trucks filling a small dirt parking lot. Like everything else in Loving County it was in the middle of fuk'n nowhere. The isolated building was old when I was born. It's a sliver farm now. A big burn scar from a boarded up hole in the side of the building indicated one day long ago there was a kitchen. The old faded sign said The War Zone. A lone spotlight with the biggest fucking spiders I ever saw hung picking up the countryside bugs. It was one of those old signs that Pepsi spread all over the world. They would make you a sign if you said you served their sugar water there. "Enjoy Pepsi at THE WAR ZONE"
I was sure there were exactly zero people here for Pepsi.
Sticking to our plan, Pop pulled in and dismounted alongside all the other bikes. Motorhead leaked out of the door when pop opened it. "God was Never on Your Side." Catchy tune. I checked the time on my phone and prepared to wait for 20 minutes after Pop went in before I went into the bar.
Pop went in. There was an instant silence.
The door burst open and a body hit the dirt and left a skid mark. It resembled a tattooed steer on steroids with a broken arm and a problem breathing. The door burst open again and two more steers hit the dirt. Fuck Dad... leave some for me. Shit.... They helped each other up. The shitty truck they came in took four grinding tries to get it to start.
The dirge music kicked off and was replaced by "Devil went down to Georgia." And another crew of men discovered how much fun my Pop can be.
It was time for me to go in. I adjusted my crotch and the surge of lust that hit me was enough to make me groan just a little. The entrance to The Bar was guarded by a Bear-sized monster and a man so horribly burned it took a moment to discern he was a man and not some horrifying pet. He might be the bouncer or doorman, or he's a lab experiment gone bad. He doesn't try to card me, so I didn't need my ‘McLovin’ ID
The big bear dude was like 6'4" 240 and juiced out of his gourd. His left bicep was much bigger than the right. That was some bad tears he had over time, or he has one fierce right handed masturbation habit. There were stretch marks on his neck. Who gets stretch marks on your neck? The meat head looked up at me. His eyes met mine. He quickly flashed a look back to the bar area. Then back to me. That's right mister Lefty, there's two of us. He was definitely surprised to have had not one, but two well-leathered, gigantic-muscled hunks show up tonight.
I strutted inside, and then the room hushed. Dead silence. This place apparently was used to measuring everyone that walked in. I got every guy's eyes on me sizing up the new Hoss and every chick intently scoping me. I was secretly stripped naked and covered in crank case oil in the minds of half the room. I was shot and stabbed and hatefucked by the other.
I go to the bar and order a beer, and count heads, exits, tits, and visible weapons. The place was far more full than the parking lot showed. There were at least thirty men in there, mostly older but all in muscled to fuck, a mix of leather clad bikers and red-necks dressed in jeans and wife-beaters. But Pop had been right, none of these dudes were a class in size and power beneath us. The bigger hunky- muscle dudes were all dressed to show off maximum muscle.
There was also six moderately hot and very trashy looking bar sluts. Single moms, looking like trashy crack whore trailer park hoes. I could tell this wasn't dress down day and this was no act. They got the jersey shore style. Most of them had tattoos that seen better skin a time ago. Seems when a young thing gets a sparrow on her breast in her twenties, it looks like a condor in her thirties. Hand and neck tattoos just scream quality. Why does that 40 year old hairdresser looking bish have the Shell logo tatted on her neck? I bet she’s wild in bed...
The house was still holding silence. I saw looks shifting to Pop and then to me. There was now two powerhouses in the bar at the same time. That's a lot of muscle and testosterone in one room! Even the guys playing pool had stopped to stare.
"Bud and a double Jack. Don't get stingy," I said to the bartender. I slowly set a fifty on the bar. "Yes sir," the kid behind the bar said. He had that twenty something muscle of a kid that grew up working and learned early to do what you need to for the money. I am probably younger than he is, but my size, confidence and attitude makes me seem older. There was Dirk Wilson, the roadhouse manager looming over his shoulder making sure he remembered how to pour fluids. The kid was now nervous. He popped the beer and set up a solo cups for the double. The other he half filled with jack. His hand trembled and spilled it. The room took a notch quieter. "You're such a fuck up!" The manager barked.
"Do it again kid," I said quietly. He nodded quickly and re-poured the Jack. He wasn't stingy.
"Sir. I'm sssorry sir. I can't change a fifty." He was speaking down at the bar avoiding eye contact.
"No one told you to," I said quietly. There was a low whistle in the back of the room as they dawned on the idea that someone just tipped here. yes two huge muscle men AND a tipper. That might have happened a couple times in the last century, but never to the kid. He took much longer than the monsters in the room to figure out what happened. His eyes flashed wide. he was about to speak but I grabbed my beer and said, "Buy your mum something nice."
"I..uh... she died... uh yes sir," He said. the arrival of a tip in this place was like the sighting of a Dove from Jesus. A hush fell as the sacred moment played out. The roadhouse manager changed his harsh tone and did his part by putting a steadying hand on the back of the kid, like a keep-it-together-this-is-glory moment between them.
I could picture them having a talk on an empty Tuesday night about that day the boss actually got a tip. The pointers. The words you say when it happens. What it means in the world. The script came back to the kid quickly. He was spending it on a female and probably real soon. His eyes flashed to a war painted harpy in blue, smoking at the end of the bar. She dragged on her Camel unfiltered and raised a pleased eyebrow, looking away slowly.
"Thank you sir. Please enjoy your night at the War Zone." The kid said the words. His dark new beard seemed to come in a little better. His chest filled, his shoulders squared. The years of field labor built a man and he finally showed up. The script was complete. The manager nodded like he was watching his son hit a home run at the big game in little league. I finished the ritual by slamming the Jack and walking on.
Slowly the silence became a low hum of voices. Most knew my Pop from his past visits and fights here. You could tell which ones feared him or owed him money. They took far from him. Many pretended to like him.
I heard whispers around the room. And fuck yea I listen. There was a rumor going around the bar that the beefy young blond muscleman was a college football player from the east coast. He certainly looked the part, he was big muscled and clearly an athlete of some kind. Hmmm where would they get that idea? Thanks Dad. It seemed an unlikely place to find any Duke fans. I sometime made a little extra cash flexing and doing cam muscle shows on a small web site called "Hot College Jocks" Maybe one of the customers in the bar was a subscriber? This was not likely. Dad had this set up.
I walked around a little checking things out for a few minutes. Pop was over talking to some meatheads playing pool. It was about time to get the show started. He was telling story already. "And that's when I said, I do this thing called 'whatever the fuck I want.' And the cop said..."
I chimed in cutting Dad off, "The cop said you should shut the fuck up and keep sucking?" I had to smile. The look on his face was like I slapped his dick with a cactus. That haunting silence took the bar again. A thrumming energy built in the room instantly.
The Roadhouse Manager took to the center of the dance floor and announces that it is time for a challenge match. He seemed very eager to get this going. "Any two men in the audience can fight and the winner will win a chance to win $1,000." He was holding a huge wad of $20's, $50's and $100's in his fist and holding it over his head as he made the announcement. The announcement interrupted the already ignited fire between us. Pop looked at me hard. It was one of those looks that warned me we're going off script. I winked and moved to the dance floor. Fuck your script, Dad.
This dance floor was a strange thing. It had the overhead rigging of a lit dance floor, even some pretty tiling if you don't count the boot marks, blood stains, and burns. Burns? The burns took the gauzy shape of a man if you look too close. They had a fight and someone was set on fire. Nice place...
There was a murmur in the crowd and suddenly every set of eyes in the whole place was now looking at me. I just stood there confidently sipping on my beer for a few more seconds, then look up, smile and say nice and loudly "Yeah, sure, why not....I can use the money." The manager immediately asks "who wants to fight this pretty blonde muscle jock!" Every set of eyes were now looking at my Pop. Pop downs the rest of his beer in a single gulp,
"Think you are tough, Blondie? Let’s go!" the older more experienced muscleman answered. The bar exploded in noise from the audience.
Man, this couldn't be going better if we had planned it... oh, yeah, I guess we sorta had... .
“Hey, listen kid,” the roadhouse manager said to me quietly but sternly. “You don’t wanna tangle with that guy. Not only is he built like a brick shithouse he is strong as fuck – he used be a pro football linebacker. He not only knows how to use his fists but can wrestle like a pro to boot. He's never lost a fight in here and he’s done real damage to some of the guys he fought. I can see you're just as big and younger, and I'm sure you’re tough kid -- but, that guy … take it from me – don’t mess with him, buddy. Just let it go already" he said. I stared at him and waited for him to run out of words.
Then I smiled at the Dirk Winston, the roadhouse manager, then raised my arms, flexed like a bodybuilder and confidently said "So that big leather stud has never been beaten in a fight, eh? Well I guess there’s a first time for everything... You're lucky I come to fix that. Do you really think that old roid-head can handle this,” I asked, popping a massive flex of my right bicep near his face. The bartender spent several long seconds silently drinking in my 20" arms. Finally, Dirk Winston swallowed loudly, then replied, "Yeah, you got a great body, kid! Maybe the best physique I've ever seen." he had a hard time speaking. He pressed on. "I'm telling you that nobody’s a match for that Dude, especially not you, boy! You have never met a monster like this. If you knew him like I do? Trust me on this boy, for the first time in your life you are outmatched."
He did make one good point. He does know Pop longer than I have. All I know is what he told me, and what I see in the mirror. The bartender implored, genuinely concerned for my safety. I held out my arms. "Let the old meathead prove it then. If he can beat me then this body is all his!" I relied confidently.
Dirk's eyes widened. "You,..you... mean..." he stuttered out, before I cut him off. "Yeah, that's exactly what I mean..."
The roadhouse manager fumbled for his microphone and addressed the room, "Soldiers of the War Zone!" They all roared! "Tonight's battle will be for the ULTIMATE STAKES!" The place stumbled into a quick silence. The young football player, the tipper, the titan in our midst is putting up his ass in this fight! They quickly had the word passing around the bar that it was going to be a sex-fight and the loser of the fight would get butt-fucked! One of these crowd-pleasing big muscle-studs would be taking the other macho stud's big hard dick up his hot ass! A stakes match with these two beef-cake hunks wrestling for top. The match should be very intense and last a good while, until one finally defeats the other! once the “post-match festivities” begin , Then the sex is gonna be brutal, sweaty and rough. The winner will use loser like a cheap whore and enjoy every minute of it. Just thinking about one of the macho tops being overpowered and brutally forced to take a dick is giving the men in the crowd boners.
The crowd had parted, leaving the bar's dance floor open for our use. Pop and I met in the middle, and did an old west Matt Dillion gunfight stand off as we prepared strip down. Fighting gear was to be no gloves, no shirts, no jeans, no belts, and no boots. Clothes were for pussies. So down to the briefs like real men. I don't care who sees me naked--I'm jacked and tan and have a big pen0r. And I'm sure Pop feels the same way.
Very slowly Pop began to unbutton his leather vest, revealing more and more of his white T-shirt stretched over his bulging pecs. I unbuttoned my own leather vest slowly, uncovering my white tank top.
We knew the audience were turned on by the way the leather-clad muscle gods took their time unzipping, loosening and then removing our biker vests. Without taking our eyes off each other, we slowly and gradually eased our big muscles out of the vests, making the most of displaying our impressive bodies and finishing with some stretching and flexing.
We let our vests fall to the floor. There were gasps from the bar patrons as they took in this new image. Pop was now stripped to his T-shirt, which stretched over his massive 56" chest and tapered down into the 34" waist of his leathers pants. My own spectacular muscles strained against the white tank top tucked into my black leather jeans. There were murmuring sounds of appreciation from the watchers.
Still facing each other we reached up and back behind our necks, pulling our shirts slowly up and over our heads. There were gasps from the spectators as they first saw the twin rock-hard defined eight-packs of our abs! The shirts continued to rise up and over our pecs until our perfectly defined chests were on full view. Both shirts came off and dropped to the floor simultaneously, as we both confidently revealed our action figure super hero physiques to all!
There we stood, facing each other, both stripped to the waist, revealing two sets of magnificent slabs of pecs and rippling, sculpted rock-hard abdominals. The watchers were in awe at the sight of the two musclemen who were near equal in size and muscularity. As they looked at the supremely masculine images side by side the spectators knew that they were about to see a trial of strength to determine dominance-- two challenging studs ready to prove their manhood over the other.
One of the two musclemen, either the older or the young one, would have to come out on top. The rough clientele of the bar were turned on at the thought of watching these two giant men battle for supremacy.
I unbuttoned my leather jeans and let them fall to floor and walked out of them. Stripped down to my fully packed briefs you could see my muscled body was pumped and ready. The crowd admired my tanned and jacked college jock muscle - beef steak meaty pecs hanging from my 54" chest, broad boulder shoulders a mile wide, rippling abdominals as thick and hard as speed bumps, incredible tree trunk legs, and great lats so wide they looked like Pterodactyl wings. The young stud was PURE MUSCLE: testosterone-packed male virility .The audience was in awe and a little bit worried as they realized that I was every bit as muscled as their giant leather man!
Pop followed suit and stripped down to his jockstrap revealing his equally impressive musculature: with massive pecs on a huge overhang of a 56"body-builder’s chest, traps like mountains, thickly muscled 34" waist topped with a ripped set of muscled abs that were solid mounds of river rock. His eye-popping glutes of steel hung out the back of his bare-ass jockstrap. He sported legs that were as muscled as mine and a very impressive bulge in his over-packed jockstrap. The audience breathed a sigh of relief as it was confirmed that their leather man's physique was a match for the heavily muscled brawny college athlete.
The audience continued to observe as each fighter was starred at the other's superbly muscled body. The two Herculean hunks stood there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's heavily muscled, rock-solid bodies. Both men knew that he was up against a supreme physical specimen. Specimens like this just had to take each other on, they couldn’t stop themselves, they needed to show that they were the boss. Manly self-assurance oozed from every pore. Each felt his own strength being scrutinized and appraised by a fighter who was easily his equal. Two enormously muscled, body-builder studs who know they can defeat most anyone their size were now putting that reputation on the line to see who can kick whose as! "You're about to have the bout of your life, Mule," smiled my confident Dad. The middle-aged muscle-head oozed the kind of conceit that only men of incredible muscularity have.
Pop struck a bodybuilding pose, with just a skimpy, pouch-bursting bare-ass jockstrap barely covering all that gorgeously worked and honed muscle. He posed and flexed a bit, flexing his buttocks, thrusting his hips, pumping his arms, undulating all that beautifully rippling, bare-assed muscle mass that he had spent years building. Then he thrusted his crotch forward, displaying the huge bulge in his jockstrap. The crowd cheered.
I looked at the men and women surrounding us. I love to fight with an audience. I am a show-off, an exhibitionist, a narcissist and a real fucking crowd-pleaser. It's fucking obvious that I got that from my Pop. Pop was clearly the unanimous fan favorite tonight. Too Bad for them. This heel was gonna turn their hero into a jobber and then into a fuck toy. There was gonna be a bunch of disappointed Pop fans.
Pop and I had something in special planned for these yokels tonight. First making sure he had the attention of everyone in the bar, Pop made his big "surprise" announcement, not knowing I had spilled the beans to the big-mouthed bartender and everyone knew about his big surprise already! He issued his challenge to me:
"Bodybuilder rape match..." he declared..."you try to rape me, I try to rape you. It's not over till one of us nuts inside the other.....! And to keep it simple, no stinking rules...Let's just beat the shit out of each other!!!" The onlookers were shocked into silence. But when I accepted with no hesitation, the bar erupted in thunderous applause. It was a little weird to hear a chorus of men and women hot to see me get fucked. Like Emperor Palpatine said "All is going according to plan."
The men had to explain to some of the confused women what they were about to see: Each bodybuilder was out to rape the other. Their muscled asses and man cards were on the line. It was only going to be over when one musclemen had forced his stallion cock into the shit hole of the other and bred him.
The men in the bar had complete confidence that Pop would be the winner. He had fought there at least a dozen times in the past 2-3 years and had never lost a fight. The only thing that even gave them pause was that although Pop had fought the biggest men in their part of Texas, I would be the first man he has had to face who is just as big and as muscular as he was.
And now that audience watched intently as two bodybuilders began to circled each other warily. The same height, weight and sinewy build, they matched each other in looks and strength. Each one was out to prove he was the better man.
The two studs locked up, firmly grasping each other and pushing with all their might to gain the upper hand. The intense physical struggle caused our cocks to stiffen into huge erections. The fight started with erotic wrestling as the men clinched together and their bodies reacted to close contact with the other muscle-laden body gripping his. Neither able to gain an advantage, we broke and reset.
We resumed our circling, each having gotten the measure of the other. The crowd watched spell bound at the muscles glistening under the bright overhead lights of the bar. They were like two wild bulls as they circled one another with muscles flexing and rippling every cautious step of the way. Both their barely covered massive cocks could be seen pulsating with unbridled anticipation of dominating their equally muscular adversary. Slowly the two muscle giants circled and stalked each other until both muscle-bound behemoths locked hands and began testing strength. Every muscle in their bodies strained to the limit as they exerted all their might. Their massive chests collide together as both musclemen powered for dominance. Both studs were grunting as each tested the rock hard muscle of the other as they matched muscle for muscle They groaned under the strain. A true clash of muscle-bound titans. Sweat was covering both studs as their grunts and moans filled the room while their bodies moved around and around - legs, arms, backs and glutes bulging and straining as muscles twisted like snakes, veins popping, sweat pouring off in rivets. Equal in size and muscle, the two also seem equally matched in strength!
Suddenly, Pop broke the stalemate when he lifts his knee powered by his 29" quad into my midsection, My eyes bulged and air and spit flew our my mouth as Pop's knee slammed into my abs causing me to double over and then stumble back, but I managed to straighten up with my fists raised to guard.
Like the D-1 college linebacker that I was, I made my move, charging forward with head lowered for a head-butt to Pop's stomach. I speared him right in the belly and it was his turn to spew out air and spit. As he bent forward, holding his abs and feeling the effects of the blow, I wrapped my arms round his waist from my top position and executed a textbook perfect double under hook suplex. I hauled him up high, his legs kicking in the air, then slammed him down hard, his back hitting the bar floor with so much force that it knocked the wind out of him.
I moved towards Pop to follow up with some kicks while he was still down but he manages to roll away from me giving him a chance to scramble back up to his feet before I can stomp a mudhole in ass. So I have to settle for slamming Pop in the stomach with my left fist and then used my right to deliver a massive uppercut that sends him flying backwards through the air and crashing to the floor. The lucky audience in the bar were being treated to a free anything-goes fist fight at its best! A fight like this deserved to be on pay-per-view.
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"ONE PUNCH, BRO...!"
POW!!! And down Pop goes like a ton of bricks!!
FUK YEA!!! I dropped him like a one-foot putt!!! |
Pop recovered and was looking for payback. He started delivering intense blows to his son's muscled torso-- slamming his huge sledge hammer fists into the hunky college football player's abs and knocking the tall muscleman back toward the bar. Pop's own heavy pecs bounced as he continually hit me in the gut My grunts could be heard throughout the building as my Pop's armor piercing fists dug deep into my prized steel plate abs. My heavily muscled body was taking a lot of punishment. Pop grinned as his smashing sledgehammer fists forced even louder grunts and groans out his retreating son. I grunted like a silverback ape with each punch. The people pulling for Pop - which was like everybody-were cheering wildly.
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Pop's rib-shattering power on display:
Pop pinned me against the bar and then
closes his fist, swings and
lands a powerhouse of a punch into my rock-hard gut! |
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I fold Pop in half with a fist to his stomach and then used a massive uppercut to send him flying backwards through the air and crashing to the floor. Pop retaliated by slamming his huge sledge hammer fists into my abs -knocking me back against the heavy pool table. Pop's own heavy pecs bounced as he slugged me in the gut several times in a row. |
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My grunts could be heard throughout the building
as Pop's armor piercing fists dug deep into my prized
steel plate abs. My heavily muscled body was taking a
lot of punishment. |
To the delight of the bloodthirsty onlookers, I was in big trouble now. "Unh!! F...Fuck..." I moaned. I knew that my dad was a tough fighter, but...DAYMN...this was a next level thrashing....
"You ain't up against some no-talent-punk kid this time, baby!" Pop laughed, making sure everyone heard him. "You're up against a MAN!"
"Your gonna be my pussy bitch after we're done here, boy!" he taunted.
"Fuck you, old man!" I grunted.
"No, baby. I'm gonna be the one fuckin' YOU!" he bragged in response, loudly enough that all the bystanders could hear his boast. More raucous cheering and catcalls thundered across the room.
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The lucky audience in the bar were being treated to a free
anything-goes fist fight at its best!
A fight like this deserved to be on pay-per-view. |
I can't take much more of this beating he's giving me. I have to turn is around quick before he can finish me....I dug deep, manned up, and I fought back! I returned fire and sent punch after punch to Pop's huge pecs. My meaty fists repeatedly pounded those mountains of rock-hard muscle and forced my Dad back with each blow. "Ugh! Unh! Ngh!" Pop moaned as air and spit flew out his mouth with every hit. His grunts echoed off the walls of the bar and filled the room. The watchers were now stunned and silent, the only sound now was the thud of my fists as they landed, the sound of the impact of those fists into solid muscle, and Pop's increasing loud grunts and groans. I was beating the shit out of the fan favorite.
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I grabbed my stunned Pop into my arms and pulled
his iron hard chest against mine. With a grunt I
apply a powerful bearhug! |
I grinned and grabbed my stunned Pop into my arms and pulled his iron hard chest against mine. With a grunt I apply a powerful bearhug! "No! Ngh... AAUUUUUGHHH!!" I was crushing him against my chest! With Pop securely locked in my bearhug, I deliberately mashed his heavy package to my ripping abs of steel. "Nuh-uh, MULE," Pop grunted through gritted teeth. With my hands tightly locked in the small of Pop's back, my huge biceps bulged as I used all my strength to squeeze the breath out of the big trapped body builder.
The spectators watched in awe as both giants grappled with each other, mashing their heaving chests and erect nipples together. Grunting in animal lust the two crazed bodybuilders ground their oozing jackhammers together. Two meaty muscular twin globes of bronzed muscle slabs flexed with each powerful thrust of their muscular asses. They were two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight!
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Locked in a mutual bearhug, our heaving chests and
erect nipples mashed together. Grunting in animal lust
the two crazed bodybuilders ground their oozing
jackhammers together. Two meaty muscular twin globes
of bronzed muscle slabs flexed with each powerful thrust
of their muscular asses. They were two rutting bulls
engaged in a fierce cockfight! |
In a defensive move , Pop wrapped his mighty pythons around my body and squeezed, applying his owm bearhug. Our straining muscles wrestled in a tangle of sinews and limbs as each tried to crush the other's body.
Now locked in a mutual bearhug, we crushed each other until we both sunk to our knees. Still locked in a bearhug but now our knees, we continue squeezing our bodies with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed together with our huge shafts side by side, being stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling abs. In a sudden change of tactics, Pop clamped his hot mouth on my left nipple and attacked my tit with his teeth and tongue. Caught off guard, I found myself Pop's prey, having to fight off his amorous attack.
With my head thrown back, my growling and snarling Pop assaulted his musclebound stallion son's nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing our crotches together. A low moan escaped from my parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure I was feeling. Pop was getting to me. He had my body turned on and my motor running. I was aching with desire and had lost all interest in chicks.
The bar crowd stared in awe at the magnificent bodies of the two Herculean hunks locked in erotic combat. It looked like the Older Muscle Stud was trying to turn the straight young College Muscle Hunk queer for him. Was their Hero man enough to do it?
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We crushed each other until we both sank to our knees.
Still locked in a bearhug, we continue squeezing our bodies
with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed
together with our huge shafts side by side. Our cocks began
to battle. |
Pop began to rub his hands up my wide muscled back and then down again until he reached the jutting mounds of my meaty ass, assessing its brawny magnificence. I tried unsuccessfully to not think about how fucking hot Pop's body was as he continued feeling me up like I was his prom date. Pop began squeezing my rock hard glutes and causing my hips to rotate to match his.
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I squeezed once more with all my strength, and this time
Pop arched back and his arms to flew outward. He yelled
in pain and frustration. The audience cannot believe what it
is witnessing. His arms are now hanging limply at his
sides. They yelled for their hero to break out of my bear hug! |
I squeezed once more with all my strength, and this time Pop arched back and his arms to flew outward. He yelled in anguish and frustration. The audience cannot believe what it is witnessing. My perfectly-executed bearhug had dazzled Pop's fans and converted a couple of them over to my side. albeit briefly. "Crush him!" one of them said. "Destroy that stud!" cheered yet another. Still, Pop did had the rest of the audience firmly in his corner. They yelled for their hero to break out of my bear hug and seek revenge on the punk muscle-kid.
I knew Pop would never submit, so I dropped him from my hold. "Unh..." their superstud champion moaned as he fell to the bar floor with a thud. I flexed my bicep for the crowd and lewdly grabbed the bulge in my briefs, riling up the audience in classic WWE heel-style. "Fuck yeah," I gloated, infuriating Pop's fans. I stood proudly over my downed Pop and struck one more muscle pose before squatting down low. I took hold of the hair on Pop's head and pulled it back for all to see his agonized face streamed with sweat and grimaced in pain, shame and humiliation ""You fucking piece of shit. Thought you were supposed to be some big macho leather muscle stud. Now look at you That's what rasslin' is all about, baby!" I shouted into his face. Then I contemptuously slammed his face into the floor in a cocky show of arrogance that infuriated the onlookers even more.
I stepped back as Pa got to his feet slowly. "Hah, Good, you managed to get up... I am so enjoying beating you into a pulp, old man... I taunted as we stood facing each other. "You are almost done. You are too weak and slow to avoid my blows and your body can't take much more!" To show my confidence , I held my arms out to my sides and deliberately let my guard down!
Pa slugged me in the abs. The punch bounced off the thick muscled bricks of my midsection without effect. I seized the moment and returned the favor by pounding Pop in his gut . As I throw my fist I say: "You want to know what a REAL GUT PUNCH feels like... BITCH?!"" I fire my right fist in an upward arc toward Pop's rippling stomach, the sound of my sledge hammer fist hitting against hard muscle echoed off the walls. Pop doubled over with a loud grunt, holding his belly with both hands. "HA! How did that feel, brah? Looks like you felt that, Muscleman!" I say, still smirking. A sprinkling of appreciative laughter could be heard in the crowd behind us.
Unfortunately I didn't have time to continue to gloat since my quickly recovering Pop saw an opportunity and seized it. With just enough distance separating our bodies, the muscle stud thrust his right hand down and grabbed my balls and gave them a mighty squeeze.
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Pop saw an opportunity and seized it.
With just enough distance separating our bodies,
the muscle stud thrust his right hand down and grabbed
my balls and gave them a mighty squeeze |
"Fuck, Pop is one tough motherfucker. And he fights dirty, too," I thought. He grabbed me by my gonads, wrapped his muscular fingers around my over-sized balls and began squeezing. We locked eyes and Pop was massaging my testicles roughly while looking deep inside my soul. Then headbutted me in the nose so hard my eyes crossed. He gripped my nuts hard enough to crush em! I was shocked and let out a bellow like a bull being castrated. I instinctively grabbed for Pop's hand, but that was futile. He had a hard grip on my scrotum with his right hand. Pop squeezed even harder. My egg sized testicles were being compacted by Pop's Closed fist. Pop was crushing my testicles with tremendous force. Pop's forearm rippled with blood vessels. His bulging veins fueled his thick arm muscles with tremendous power--power that was bringing incredible pain to me.
I began to fight but Pop had me by the balls and when you got a dude by the balls he can't do jack shit. My jumbo sized testicles felt ready to pop from his vise-like grip. My stiff rod began to lose its erection as the blood was cut off by the pulverizing crush. My horse cock turned a dark purple color and became semi-limp. Pop squinted his eyes and bent his knees as his hand compacted my semen-filled gonads even more. Sperm began to leak out my piss hole as Pop flattened my nuts. I let out a loud groan. Then Pop began to pull me around the room, like a dog on a leash! The pain from my nuts was unbelievable. As a jock I had taken hits to the nads many times before and would walk them off. But fuck, this was a whole 'nother level of ball bashing pain. My eyes were watering it was hurting so bad. I was about to vomit. . "Fuck Pop, stay off my balls if you ever want grand-kids," I warned him in a low whisper through gritted teeth.
Some douchebag in the crowd yelled out "Your fucked, kid! Old age. experience and treachery overcomes youth and skill every time!"
"OK ,two can play this game, I can play dirty too..." I thought. I make a fist with my left hand and land a hard uppercut into my Dad's family jewels. Yeah, that's right,I had slugged my 'roid raging ex-jock father right in his bull sized nut sack. Pop lets out a huge grunt followed by a deep moan as his legs begin to buckle under him. So quick he couldn't block it, I used my right hand to grab Pop by his balls! I clamp Pop's balls in retaliation, and the crowd hoots and hollers as they watch two horse-hung warriors each crushing the other's testicles and making the most out of this fight's lack of rules!
"Now let go of my nuts, asshole, or I’ll rip your fucking balls off.” I snarl.
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OK, two can play this game!
"Is this what you were tryin' to do?!
I yelled, grabbing dad's big ball-sack n my big meaty fist and squeezing hard! The crowd hoots and hollers as they watch two mighty muscle-bulls crushing each other's nuts and making the most out of this fight's lack of rules! |
I growled as instead of letting go, Pop squeezed my balls even harder and at the same time yanked down on my nut sack. "OK, if that's the way you want it, Looks like you're gonna have Scrambled eggs for breakfast "I said as I drove another left uppercut directly between Pop’s legs. The blow landed squarely, crushing his big bull-size testicles into mush and lifting him upward to the balls of his feet.
I headbutt Pop! That got him to release his grip on my balls. Sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire. The big man stumbled backward, his shoulders hunched as he clutched his balls protectively with his hands, momentarily unable to breath. I stood upright, rubbing my own aching balls with my big right hand for a few more seconds. Pop was still stunned and I took full advantage of the opportunity I had.
I reached out and grabbed the back of Pop’s neck with my left hand, pulling him forward, while at the same time swinging my right fist driving hard into the back of his hands that were still clutching his balls. The muscle hunk sucked in more air, his mouth hanging open, as tried to back away. But I held him firmly in place by the back of his neck. Batting away his hands, I threw two more savage punches to his crotch, smashing into his testicles and landing glancing blows to the stunned older muscleman's swollen cock. He screamed as he tried to wrench his neck free from my grip, but I reinforced my hold by lacing my hands together behind his thick neck. I continue to torture my Pop's bull balls! A sudden lift of my left knee once again crushed Pop’s balls, and the battered muscle hunk dropped to his knees, finally succeeding in slipping from my grasp.
On his knees, clutching his balls, and seeing stars, Pop swayed nauseously. His cock was quickly shrinking, even as he found himself at eye-level with my swelling endowment as my already recovering cock got impressively erect. I grabbed him by a fist full of hair and pried his face up. The audience screamed encouragement to my old man together with some truly laughable suggestions for how he should fight back.
I spit directly in Pop's face and then screamed "Submit, and surrender your ass - you've lost." as loud as I could. The crowd gasps. Pop slowly wipes the spit from his face and shakes his head. Then managed to groan his reply through his pain. "Go and fuck yourself." A bunch of 'fuk-yeahs!' broke out as the hillbillies and biker trash cheered his bravado! Hearing this, I realize that they still don't get it yet and I am just gonna have to destroy and humiliate this broken down old muscleman that they idolize before I dog fuck the shit out of him.
"OK, get up...I am just starting to punish you!" I say as I pull Pop by a handful of hair and yank him up to his feet. As soon as he is standing on wobbling legs. I reach back, close my fist, then swing and land a powerhouse of a punch in into Pop's gut, doubling him over. Without missing a heartbeat, I pound him down to his knees with a series of hammering blows to the back! My intention was to follow that with a knee lift to his chin, but to everyone's surprise - especially mine - Pop lunges forward and grabs my tree-truck legs and pulls my feet out from under me. I land flat on my back. Not wasting a moment, my muscle stud daddy rises to his feet and starts dishing out his own brutal punishment. I instinctively roll to my stomach in a defensive reaction. He nails me in the back with a knee drop then with astonishing speed and strength, begins applying a Camel Clutch hold! Pop's naked bodybuilder steel hard naked muscle ass rested on top of my bodybuilder ass. Dad put his hands under my chin. He fish hooked my mouth with his thumbs and violently pulled my head and neck up. I growl in frustration and pain. Pop had flipped the score on who was dominating whom!
A surprised gasp followed by cheers erupt from the now mostly drunk audience! Pop grins as he acknowledges their cheers, and in a humiliating act, ruffles my hair almost affectionately.
There was no denying that I had vastly underestimated the middle aged steroid monster's strength, fighting experience and skills. I was fighting a muscleman twice my age. Yet the older powerhouse was handing me my ass at the moment.
It's a submission hold but there is no fucking way I'm gonna be be forced to tap out by my old man! I bridge up on my arms and unexpectedly send Pop hurling head-first into the bar in an unbelievable show of brute force and sheer determination that had even the Leather Muscle Daddy fans applauding me!
As Pop was still hanging over the bar that he had just smashed into, I got behind him and thrust my arms under his armpits and locked my hands behind his neck in a tight full nelson. Taken completely by surprise Pop stood helpless, his arms stretched high above his head, locked in place by my huge biceps behind him.
Before he realized what is happening, I had snapped a full nelson on him. "Gotcha!!! Try getting’ out of this one, shithead!!!” I snarled. "Eat a dick, douchebag" was my Pop's equally snarling response.
My huge biceps were set under his pits, and I locked my fingers behind his bull neck. I powered on the full nelson, powering up Pop's giant arms vertically, and forcing his chin down deep into his chest valley! Pop is incredibly strong. He grunts, his massive chest heaving, his iron hard musclegut contracting into six solid bricks. His fists clenched, he slowly starts to power his mammoth, thickly veined arms down. Now it's my turn to grunt, as I power back, my full strength showing as I force his gigantic arms back up almost hydraulically. Again he clenches his fists, and his triceps flex to the size of Tom Brady's over inflated footballs as he pushes down. Again I power back, driving his colossal arms skyward yet again, Pop can feel my hulking muscle tits on his rippling back. My bicep veins explode like cables, my massive shoulders and arms swell as all my considerable power focuses on my Pop's massive neck and giant traps.
He strained desperately against the ferocious pressure on his neck, trying to stay erect, all the muscles of his back and neck flexing in the supreme effort to stay standing. He tried to break the hold, but his triceps were no match for my biceps. I laughed in his ear: “ Feel these 20" arms of mine breaking that 22" thick bull neck of yours? I could put you in a fucking neck brace...."
Knowing what our audience wants I use the full nelson hold to put Pop's musclebound body on display for all to see! His body looked like one of those statues of Hercules the ancient Greeks carved.
Pop's struggling made his muscles bulge and his veins pop until it looked like they were around to burst out his skin! "You still think this old roid head is so tough!?! Just take a look at your big leather muscle stud now!!! " I shouted as I held the crowd's favorite stretched wide open and helpless before them. In control of his body now, I forced him to arch back opening his expansive chest wide as I made sure all his muscles really popped, as he was put on full muscle display I opened my struggling Pop wider and wider, exposing their leather muscle god's torso. Pop's grunting, straining bounded up chiseled body looked like an anatomy chart as I displayed it for the visual pleasure of the crowd.
Pop's muscles bulged, flexed and ballooned but he couldn't break my strong hold. Apparently, Pop found his situation strangely hot, as it made his giant hard-on throb in his jockstrap. Pop was used to being able to dominate and over power an opponent with sheer brute power, but not this time. This time he was facing an opponent that was his physical match: his equal in power and strength. And this time, Pop was the one being dominated. All the guys in the joint had their hands on their hard cocks and the girls were fingering their she-boners, being overcome by the hot sight of the Leather Muscle God body of the bar's "unbeatable" champion being put on humiliating muscle display by another male. I leaned back and lifted Pop's feet from the floor and spun him around, still in the full nelson hold.
When I stopped the spin I brought my dizzy and disoriented father's arms down and then pulled them up behind his back in a brutal hammerlock. Pop groaned loudly as I applied even more punishment to his muscles. I pulled hard on his wrists making his arms stretch even higher. His shoulders and chest bulged, his veins etched in the agonized muscles. Seeking relief from the agony, Pop fell to his knees. Standing behind him, I pulled even higher on his tortured arms. Pop struggles desperately to free himself!
Pop was being brutally worked over. He was being systematically destroyed and dominated by another alpha male. And that alpha male was his own son. Pop found that hot. It turned him on.
Then I raised my Popeye-sized forearm and smashed it down across Pop's pectoral mass. A mouthful of spit and a lung full of air exploded out of his mouth as the clubbing blow from my 15" forearm connected with Pop's massive chest. Pop's body looks amazing as I beat his chest and brutalize his body. His body is coated in sweat, his tanned muscles shining under the bar's overhead lights.
"It won't be long now, big boy....I have you now....get ready to lose..." I told Pop and anyone that could hear me over the crowd noise, as I as let go of my grip on Pop's arms. His muscled form slumped to the floor groaning in pain down on all fours. I grinned down at my fallen Pop. With my right hand I reached into my undies and adjusted my fat iron hard 9 inch cock, making sure the ladies had a good view.
I had released him from my hold. but without missing a heartbeat, I stomp on Pop's wide back, taunting him further. "Some bar fight champ you are. I'm making you my bitch now!" I am literally wiping the floor with the older muscle stud's ever increasingly sweat soaked body.
Most of the men had seen the Leather muscle-stud fight in this very bar before. He had never lost. Few men had the balls to even fight him. And no one ever thought they would see someone overpower him. The bar's champ wasn't just losing now, he was being fucking manhandled by a handsome young blond stranger with a cocky grin. Their favorite was getting desperate. Their hero knows now that he could lose this fight to this big muscled college kid, and when he does, the young muscle punk will take his ass in a victory fuck with all in the bar watching.
Yeah, the audience watched as their hero was manhandled, humiliated and treated like piece of meat! The big leather dude that they all are pulling for is getting owned. Every man in the bar had a boner and was touching themselves! They are having trouble believing what they are seeing. No one thought they would see that big Leather Muscled stud get his ass kicked and fucked in a fight. Damn, this is the best brawl any one in the bar has ever seen!
With Pop's fans confidence waning and coming to grips with the fact that their hero is losing, I do some heel trash-talking to make them feel even worse.
By now my Pop was back on his feet, looking far less worn down or injured than I was expecting him to be. Pop came at me with his fists raised. The onlookers watched as the two huge mountains of solid muscle prepare to battle again. I can't believe he has taken my best shots and is still fighting. How can he be taking this??
I dodged an incoming shot to my mid-section and a second to my head. The punches were coming at me so fast that I was barely able to avoid them. I feinted left, then landed a solid hit to Pop's jaw, snapping his head to the side. I quickly switched to Pops abs, and my first blow caused the mountain of muscle to grunt and bend forward a bit at the waist, but I had only caught him off guard. Before my next blow could land Pop tensed his abs with a defensive flex and the second shot at his mid-section bounced off the wall of muscle harmlessly. My fist felt like punching into a tree. Pop's rock hard gut seemed ready for anything I could throw. "Well, we will just see how long he can keep that up...." I thought. Now both fighters exchanged huge roundhouse left and rights in a slug fest, and our audience hears the smack of fist into flesh and the crack of punches against bone.
Bawls of pain, and ape-like grunts arose from both fighters as sledge hammer fists powered by massive strength connected with thick armor plated muscles . Then I swung up a right arm towards Pop's face, but Pop saw the fist approaching and thrust up his left arm to block it. I had left myself wide open and didn't see as Pop drove a huge thunderbolt upper-cut thrust under my chin, his huge bicep flexing hard as it hit home under my jaw, snapping my head back and sending me staggering backwards. I am stunned, and the room is spinning around me. That punch was a game changer. He had turned the tables yet again. Suddenly I am at Pop's mercy. My eyes won't focus but I hear raucous all-male applause erupting all over the bar!
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I was wide open when Pop drove a huge thunder
bolt upper-cut under my chin,
his huge bicep flexing hard as it hit home under
my jaw, snapping my head back and sending me
staggering backwards. I am stunned, and the room
is spinning around me.
Suddenly the tables are turned and I am at Pop's mercy.
I hear raucous male applause erupting all over the bar!
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From behind me Pop grabbed me by the back of my briefs and dragged me backward toward him by holding the back of my briefs and tugging. I tried to pull free but I could feel Pop's huge fist tighten its grip on the elastic waistband of my briefs. Pop checks out my massive back. Then selecting his target Pop pulled the fabric toward him pulling me back and simultaneously let loose with a massive resounding Popeye sized forearm smash into the small of my big back.
I staggered forward only to be yanked back again as Pop laid another brutal blow to my low back with a 15" forearm that was bigger than most men's biceps. When the forearm landed I threw my head back, my back arched and I brawl out in pain. Still holding me by the back of my briefs, Pop quickly followed up by firing a massive fist to the same spot in my low back. Not finished yet, Pop doubled the amount of back elastic waistband fabric wrapped around his massive fist, pulls his big college hunk son backwards yet again.. and this time a knee, powered by Pop's bulging 29" bodybuilder’s thigh, hits me hard from behind squarely in my nuts. I throw my head back and bellow, my face contorted in pain. I clutch my balls with one hand and my low back with the other. I sink to my knees, and as soon as they touch the ground, Pop kicks me in the head like the is kicking a 40 yard field goal in a football game. If my head hadn't been attached it would have flow off my shoulders.
Everyone was watching in open jawed amazement at the sudden turn around in Pop's favor. The Big Leather Man had turned the tables again. They were relieved their man was winning again. As scared and worried as they were just minutes before, they were now acting like they never doubted he would. There had been nothing puny about this match. These big bulls really had let each other have it.
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"You’re way out of your league Muscle-Boy!”
taunted Pop |
To the delight of the frenzied audience, the beefcake college-boy is now being manhandled by the Leather Stud. The audience watched in excited relief as the tide had turned in the crowd favorite favor! Now the cocky young upstart was finally was getting his ass handed to him again by the older muscleman. The fight fans nodded in satisfaction, as their pre-fight beliefs were now being confirmed: The over confident muscle-kid had vastly underestimated the middle aged steroid monster, and now was paying the price.
“Get up, boy!” Pop hissed and dragged me to my feet by the blond hair of my head. He got a grip on my body by my neck and crotch and suddenly my feet were leaving the ground.
With astonishing ease, Pop hoisted me overhead and high into the air ! The crowd watched in stunned silence as the helpless young bodybuilder flailed about at the leather stud's mercy. In an incredible show of pure power, Pop held my 252 lbs. body high in the air with just one hand!
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With astonishing ease, Pop hoisted me overhead and high into the air! The crowd watched in stunned silence as the helpless young bodybuilder flailed about at the older muscle stud's mercy. In an incredible show of pure power, Pop held my 252 lbs. body high in the air with just one hand! |
Pop grunted as he hoisted his huge muscleman son high into the air and assumed the position for one mighty final, devastating move!
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Pop hoisted me high into the air
and assumed the position for one mighty final,
devastating move!
YOU'RE FUCKING DONE..!!! he yelled
just before he power-slammed my body to the floor so hard it
instantly drained me of every last ounce of fight that I had left!
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"YOU'RE FUCKING DONE..!!!" he yelled just before he power-slams me to the floor. He threw my massive body to the floor with a super-slam that smashed me to the floor with the impact of a meteor strike. There was a thunderous crash that shook the whole building! I hit with such force that it sent a shudder through the earth.
The impact was so great that it felt like I had been hit by a train! I felt all the strength ebbing from my body as I lay on the floor. I am helpless. I can't get up ... I can't even move. I'm finished. The fight is over in an instant and I lost. That powerslam wasn't just a beatdown, it was a massacre.
I am face down on the floor, moaning and defeated. Pop savored his victory by turning to the spectators and raising his arms in a victory pose. He shouts at the top of his voice for all to hear: "Fuck yeah, now that's the way you get the job done...." Triumphantly Pop stood, placed one foot between my shoulder blades. Then posed his body with his foot on my back ... flexing his biceps ... flexing his pecs ... doing a lat spread ... most muscular...flexing his thick, cut abs.
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"I'm tired of playing with you son,” Pop snarled.
"Now I'm gonna to take you apart!" |
Our audience had pulled and rooted for Pop to kick the challenger's man's ass from the beginning of the match. Some of the men in our audience had reached into their jeans to rub their cocks during the fight. Now as their eyes roamed over the posing muscle man that had beat the shit out of his challenger so dominantly, several of them had lost all inhibitions and pulled their cocks out and were jerking off.
When Pop saw our audience touching themselves he made sure to give them something to jerk off over. With a cocky smirk he continued his victory muscle posing for the horney fans. His huge biceps and delts bulged, and the sharp definition of his sculptured abdominals and pecs could easily be seen as his chest heaved for air. Our audience watched in utter amazement at the arrogant display of muscle that the huge he-man was putting on.
The appreciative fans all shared the same thrill as they realized that the battle was over! Their Leather Man HAD WON!!! Their favorite had once again beaten the shit out of a challenger and completely kicked his ass. The two musclemen had gone Mano-a-mano, and the Champ of the Bar proved to be more man than his cocky college muscle-jock challenger! That Loser now lay under the foot of the Winner, groaning in pain as the shock of having lost both the fight and his ass continued to sink in.
Pop grinned and victory-posed for the crowd, showing off his bulging chest, arms, legs, crotch and super-sculpted ass. Pop waited for the cheers to die down, and then thrust his over-packed crotch forward and while displaying the huge bulge in his jockstrap he announced:
"He's is down for the count! He isn't getting back up. It's over! He lost....and I won!" he yelled flexing his powerful muscles while placing his right foot on the back of my neck. He has a broad smile on his face. He didn't need to announce it. It's obvious to everyone that I will not be getting up from that body slam. Pop continued to pose. He acknowledged the continuous cheers and wild applause of the crowd.. |
Victorious, Pop stood over his thoroughly defeated challenger!
The younger bodybuilder lay crushed at his feet as
the Muscle God posed his massive body and
flexed his mighty muscles
for his an adoring, worshipful and loudly cheering fans |
Now Pop stood tall over me and folded his big arms across his chest. He stood back and looked down at the subjugated muscular body stretched out before him, surveying the damage he had inflicted. I had been stomped like a roach. Finished by Pop's perfectly executed gorilla press and body slam. and was now my father was about to make good on his boast to fuck me right here in this bar and in front of everyone.
The spectators stood in silent awe taking in the sexually charged scene in front of them. The brutal beating had stopped. They saw the huge brawny body of the college boy laying helpless and beaten to a pulp on the floor - defeated and at the mercy of the macho alpha male who now stood triumphantly above him.
What they viewed was Erotic as fuck! With his chest heaving and gleaming with sweat Pop stood over his fallen opponent. He had won. The older muscle man had decisively beaten the younger muscle man into submission and the once-proud bodybuilder lay in a crumpled heap of muscle at his feet.
Pop smiled as he looked down at the fallen frame of his son. MULE was a stud, for sure Pop thought proudly, as he reached into his jock and stroked his full erect cock. "Yeah... Fuck yeah," Pop gloated, showing off his giant cock to the crowd. Sweat dripped from his powerful frame onto his son's prone body as I lay helpless and defeated, groaning and grunting in pain.
He raised his arms to the sky and placed his foot upon the back of his collapsed son. He basked in the glow of victory and domination over his boy. Naked except for his sweat soaked jockstrap, his body gleamed as he showed off his bodybuilder physique under the bar's overhead lights - arms and shoulders rippling, his muscled thighs bulging, his sculpted six pack abs rippling Pop finally speaks. "Yeah, that's right, big boy. YOU LOSE! And this whole fuckin' bar full of people saw it!"
His arms hardened out to his sides, elbows up, his biceps bulged. The supreme warrior, the perfect muscle-hunk, Pop displayed his near-naked physique for the audience at the expense of Mule’s ridicule down on the ground. A very proud Pop displayed his manly prowess, showing off the strength in his arms that had put Mule's dick into the dirt and encouraging the audience's adulation. He slowly and cockily curled his huge arms over his head. "See this kid..? This is what real muscle is about… real fucking power…."
The victorious stud's jock pouch jock pouch had expanded even more. The cock and balls nesting in his jock strap were huge and demanding release. The horse-hung victors 's huge cock head was peaking out the top of his sweat soaked white jockstrap. His free hand went straight to his massive erection. Pop lazily grinned and adjusted the big bone in his jockstrap. He placed his thick fingers around the middle of his mighty cock and slowly masturbated himself to the sight of the beaten muscle-stud writhing at his feet. He slowly stroked his hard, leaking cock to full readiness to the erotic enjoyment of the onlookers. It was a wild spectacle!
"I fucking took you to the cleaners, but I'm still not finished with you yet, Muscleboy!!" warned the winning muscle stud. "Just look at that sweet ass," he said to the onlookers. He reached down and smacked the perfect mounds of my muscle butt. “And his ass now belongs to me!!” He gloated...
Pop grabbed the back of my ripped and torn brief's elastic waistband with one hand and pulled hard. I was jerked up by the force, almost lifted off the ground. The now quiet bar room was filled with the sound of tearing fabric and popping stiches as
Pop yanked my briefs clean from my body! The mixed audience burst into cheers as I now lay butt naked on the floor under the foot of the cocky winner! Pop held the tattered remains of my white briefs up high. He then brought it down to his body and used my brief to wipe up his sweat. His fans were nearly overwhelmed at this display of pure testosterone bravado!
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Pop stripped off my briefs!
Then dropped his jockstrap to the floor,
leaving us both bare-ass naked in front of the
awe-struck crowd!
The spectators gasped as they saw for the first time
the perfectly rounded globes of my ass and Pop's huge dick |
"Now that we have a winner, ladies and gents, get ready to watch the hottest and most brutal butt-fucking in the history of Texas!" Pop announced in a booming voice. The men and women broke into thundering cheers!
The audience marveled at the still undefeated leather muscle daddy champion of the bar. His soaking wet white jock strap was now almost transparent and did little to hide his hard ten inch shaft. And now there was 3 inches or more of thick iron hard purple cock sticking out the waistband of his jock strap, throbbing with the piss slit drooling precum onto the bar floor.
The audience also was getting an eyeful, since the Champ had now ripped off the defeated challenger's briefs exposing the young college jock's chiseled abd heavily muscle ass. It was probably the best ass within 300 miles and surely the most magnificent ass anyone in this seedy dive of a bar has ever seen in person.
Then Pop ripped off his own jockstrap with one yank, revealing his massively thick and long organ . The audience had seen it through the sweat soaked and nearly transparent white fabric of his jockstrap, but even that had not prepared them for its size. It was just as thick and long as any male porn star's horse-sized dick, well, the white ones at least! When Pop's cock sprang free, he stood stood proudly in front of the thirty plus so men and women, putting his hands on his hips as his manhood grows rapidly, inch by inch, lifting and standing flagpole straight. They stared in astonishment at his magnificent muscular physique - covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, his giant dick sticking out menacingly at a 45 degree angle toward them. They gasped as they saw his huge cock fully exposed for the first time ! They just stood in awe before him, as if he was a pagan sex god!
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Pop stood towering over my worked-over body grinning and savoring his victory!
"See this dick? It's going up this loser's ass!"
Pop shouted to the eagerly watching
and sexually aroused crowd! |
This was the first time they had seen both men fully naked. Now they could take in the full splendor of the two incredible bodies. And now the crowd was ready for the sight they had been eagerly anticipating: The loser of the fight being fucked by the winner! The defeated young muscle stud was about to be forced to take the huge cock of the equally hot older leather muscle-stud up his gorgeous hot ass!
Pop gazed into my eyes. Unseen by the men and women watching we exchanged a glance that reassured Pop that his boy was loving every minute of this - being put on display and giving a show to a crowd of drooling men and women was as hot as fuck to a narcissist and exhibitionist like him and me!
This crowd loved to see some guy get his ass kicked. I felt like I was in some ultra-low budget 1980's Action movie, the way the rednecks were howling and hooting like savages. And the bloodthirsty crowd was shouting for more! The crowd was on Pop's nuts now as the guys and gals just stood there with eyes bulging, dicks hard and vags wet.
As for me, I lay helpless on the floor pain wracked and groaning. I still could barely move. Pop stood victoriously over me while his adoring fans cheered thunderously.
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My victorious Pop stood flexing his mighty arms
as his throng of adoring fans surged forward
and surrounded him, congratulating Pop on his win.
I lay spread out naked and defeated on the bar floor,
moaning and unable to move! |
Wild cheers and applause echoed round the room! The noise of euphoric shouts was deafening and the men and women laughed ecstatically.
I was lying on the bar floor unable to move, or even open my eyes, with my face and bruised body covered with blood. I had squashed like a bug. I let out a moan but I am unable to move.
Pop had out-muscled and out-fought a Div 1A college football jock - a top-tier athlete in the peak of human condition - an opponent half his age. He had kicked my ass, and he had done it in front of over thirty witnesses! With an arrogant leer, Pop pulled himself up to his full height, chest out -exulting his muscle power and his manful nakedness as he brought attention to the powerful chest that had humbled this beefy rival muscleman by dusting non-existent dust from his massive slab-like pecs.
Greeted by wild cheers and applause, the victor stood as his throng of adoring fans surged forward and surrounded him! The patroons crowded around, congratulating Pop on his win. They were touching and rubbing the still undefeated bar-fight champion's power-packed torso and marveling over the hardness in his muscled abs, enjoying copping a feel of the body-builder physique that defeated the huge college muscle boy challenger. The beefy college jock who still lay spread eagle and humiliated, broken and naked on the bar floor. He looked like he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
I was barely aware of my surroundings as he planted one strong arm between my legs and the other over my shoulder, and easily lifted my flattened body from the floor. He racked me across his mile- wide shoulders like I was one of the barbells he had over-head pressed thousands of times in the gym. He kept me in a torture rack over his massive shoulders and spent some time strutting around the room bending my helpless body almost in half - parading me around the for all to see. It was an impressive sight: the ultimate muscle-Daddy leather stud strutting magnificently in front of them, buck naked with his massive bodybuilder muscles flexing while holding the beat-down body of the hard-muscled he-man college jock across his shoulders!
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Pop was looking for a solid surface to fuck me on.
He had carried me over to a nearby solid wood table. In one
smooth easy motion, he viciously body-slammed me down onto
it. BAMMMMM!!!!! I wailed out in pain as the table cracked
and disintegrated under my muscular bulk. |
He finally stopped in the middle of the floor and we didn’t have to wait to find out why. He had carried me over to a nearby solid wood table. In one smooth easy motion, he viciously body-slammed me down onto it. BAMMMMM!!!!! The impact felt like I had been hit from behind by a pair of 300 lbs. offensive tackles. I wailed out in pain as the table cracked and disintegrated under my muscular bulk.
My Pop clearly was disappointed in how the flimsy table had smashed to pieces under the impact of the slam. Pop scooped me off the crumbled table and looked around for a more solid surface. He carried me over to the pool table and slammed me on that. The pool table held firm! I was spattered on top the table like a bug hitting a windshield.
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Disappointed in how the flimsy table had smashed to pieces
under the impact of the slam. Pop scooped me off the
crumbled table and looked around for a more solid surface.
He carried me over to the pool table and slammed me on that.
The pool table held firm! I spattered on top the pool table like
a bug hitting a windshield. |
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Gather around and watch as I collect my prize! I'm gonna fuck this losers' ass! This will be the biggest bodybuilder I've ever fucked, and I don't think a dude his size is used to having to take a dick up the ass, so I don't think he's gonna like it. The sex is sure to be brutal, violent and rough! The ultimate domination of one alpha male over another will be 10-inches of my hard dick going up his ass!
There was a fever-pitch excitement among the spectators. They were going to see their champ bodybuilder rape another equally muscled, younger bodybuilder!
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“OK, ladies and gents...It's time for the winner to take his prize Watch!” Pop announced loudly to the crowd as he prepared to fuck the fallen young superstud in the ass! There was a fever-pitch excitement among the spectators. The final act of defeat and humiliation --the ultimate domination of one male over another and the sight they had been waiting for. The beaten man was to be publicly fucked. They were going to see a bodybuilder rape another bodybuilder!
Pop thought about doing me doggie-style, but decided to flip his son over so he could enjoy the my facial expression as he pounded my firm muscular buttocks. And he wanted his adoring fans to see the loser's face and hear his scream when broke his new bitch open,
"I have raped a lot of muscular men, but never anyone as huge as this one! And all of you will have a first row seat! " Pop's loud pronouncement was greeted with raucous cheers, whistles and thunderous applause from the men watching. The bar patrons knew that their hero was known as a top breaker. A predator who hunted other tops. He especially was proud of the many tops that thought they were his equals that he had made bottom for him, most of them reluctantly and by sheer force of his will or the power of his muscle. He boasted about how he had turned many muscle stud pussy hounds queer for cocks. And It was looking like he was going to do it again tonight!
Pop began surfing my deep ass crack! I felt the huge dick parting my thick glutes and entering my ass crack, probing for my manhole. Pop looked at the thirty or more men and women surrounding us. Making sure every one of them could hear him, he grinned and asked me: "Looks like tonight’s my night on top blondie! Is this the first time you have been fucked in front of an audience?" Pop was such a show-off. A real fucking crowd-pleaser "Uh, well.. actually..." I didn't finish my answer. A momentary look of surprise registered on Pop's face. I knew he would be demanding an answer with all the details later....
"Next time muscle boy think twice about who you challenge" the older muscleman gloated. "After tonight there won't be any doubt as to who the real Alpha male is..." Pop said as he dry surfed my ass crack, working his triumphant cock up harder and harder in, as he announced loudly and theatrically for the crowd, “I’m gonna shove my big dick up your tight hole right here so everyone can see you get shafted by a real man! I'm gonna fuck you - no matter how much you fight to stop me. I am going to rape you in front of all these witnesses! ”
It was a scene that no one there that night would ever forget. The guys at the bar still talk about it to his day, and jack off to the memory too!
He grabbed my 18" calves, raised them high into the air! I felt Pop's powerful arms spreading legs. Using his grip on my calves he spread my thick 28" bodybuilder legs wide, and splayed me wide open. "Got to hold him tight. He aint gonna like what happens next...but you guys sure will...."
Out of desperation, I attempt to free myself from underneath my Pop. The audience watch both of us muscle men struggle, but Pop easily maintains the position of superiority on top and keeps me on the bottom. I fought against the assault, rearing up as to escape from the rod probing for my asshole. "That's it! Resist! Fight me! Let's turn this fuck into a rape!" Pop yelled.
They watched as Pop's giant biceps bulged and rippled as he fought to keep my beefy legs spread wide. Even though they were seeing it with their own eyes they could not believe the incredible strength of this man! They watched the iron clamps of his muscular fingers as he squeezed the beefy slabs of my huge calves. They watched as the two brawny strongmen struggled against each other, They watched in stunned silence as the older muscle stud's massive arms amazingly controlling the younger muscle stud's mammoth legs as he slowly and forcefully prepared to rape him.
"See this cock, muscle-punt? It's going up your ass!" He pointed with a nod of his head to the crowd of cheering men gathered around the pool table. "Along with a dozen other dicks!"
Pop pulled his hips back to place his cockhead directly at my butt hole. Then with one flex of his massively muscular buttocks, he drove his cock deep inside me. I let out a howl! Fuck, it's fully inside - In just one fucking try! That was incredible! Without hesitation Pop had savagely rammed his mighty fuckpole past my quivering ass lips. He skewered my thickly muscled butt hard and deep. My super-stud Pop had impaled me balls-deep with a single savage thrust.
I knew getting fucked by Pop's giant cock would hurt, but this is insane. It feels like is gonna split me in half!
He pulled out his cock until only the head remained inside, and thrust back long-dicking me in one move! All watching heard my grunt at the deep and lengthy impalement of my heavily muscled rump and tight ass. The rape had begun! They were getting what had been promised, one massive Bodybuilder raping another massive bodybuilder.
"Who's the manliest man now?!!!" Pop roared.
Every male in the bar by now had their hands around their cocks, stroking and squeezing themselves fervently at the sight.
I bared my teeth and growled as Pop's cock thrust into me. Both manly, hung studs engaged in primitive male on male domination, with Pop grunting and me answering with a deeper grunt. We were rutting like two wild animals. The blood and hormones raged. Pop was determined to fuck his son into sexual submission, Feeling thoroughly in control, Pop strengthened his thrusts.
Still inside me, Pop leans over and into my face. “You feel my cock inside you, Mule? There's nothing like cumming with your hole full of hot meat. Don't fight against it...! Who is the alpha male now, "All-American jock stud"? I topped you!, and you are my bottom bitch!
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You may thought the tables had turned,
but the only table here is the one I'm fucking you on top of.... |
I was helpless to fend off this violation. Pop slid his manhood all the way inside his new bitch. Then he struck a series of bodybuilder poses as his fat manhood remained lodged deep inside his own son's butt. The crowd went wild at the leather muscle stud's charisma and cockiness and erupted with raucous cheers, whistles, whooping and applause. The crowd went so wild they didn’t hear as Pop leaned over and whispered to me, “Let's give these yokels a show they will never forget! Don't worry, son. I'll treat you real nice after this is all over -- you are my boy, after all.."
"Look at that hot Leather-Stud working that hot ass..." someone shouted. I was on the bottom and disturbing thoughts began entering my mind despite my efforts to keep them out: "Holy Fuck!! It's been such a long time since someone was inside me...I feel so submissive..so dominated..."
I bared my teeth and growled as Pop's cock continued to thrust into me. We were two hung muscle-studs engaged in primitive male on male domination, with Pop grunting and me answering with a deeper grunt. We were rutting like two wild animals. The blood and hormones raged. Pop was determined to fuck his son into sexual submission, and now, feeling thoroughly in control, Pop strengthened his thrusts.
Still inside me, Pop leans over and into my face. “You feel my cock inside you, Mule? There's nothing like cumming with your hole full of hot meat. Don't fight against it...! Who is the alpha male now, "All-American jock "? HA! I topped you!, and made you my bottom bitch! I wish I could be fucking you on the 50 yard line in front of a football stadium of your fans instead of just a bar full of spectators!'.
Pop's muscular body shone as he pistoled in and out of the my heavily muscled body beneath him. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His huge muscles expanded and contracted as he slid in and out of my tight rectum. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. Famously hung like a horse, his long thick manhood appeared and disappeared into his son's heavily muscled bubble ass, with just his oversized cock head remaining hidden every time the cum-slickened shaft gleamed in the light.
With each mighty thrust of his powerful hips, Pop had his way with his son – as he long-dicked me balls-deep with a cock as hard as an iron pipe. Pop continued his barbaric assault. I struggled, and fought as the long forced-fuck continued but it was no use: Pop was clearly dominant. He rode out my struggles, continuing to fuck me with strong thrusts from his muscular ass, as I tried to escape. He plunged deep and hard and to mark his territory. he owned my ass and his cock was saying "make no mistake, this ass belongs to me."
OOOOHHH!!! I moaned involuntarily. The pain of being fucked is...turning into something else. My ass is on fire! My dick is hard rock. Pop responded loudly with a laughing "you're moaning and trembling like a high school chick.... does my giant dick really feel that good inside you? see bitch? you sluts always get used to it quickly..."
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Pop grabbed hold of my calves and used them them like
wheelbarrow handles to spread my thick bodybuilder legs
wide! With one flex of his massively muscular buttocks, he
drove his long cock balls-deep inside me. I let out a howl! |
"AUUUUUGHHHH YEAAAAH!!" Pop roared as his semen finally blasted into his son! Our screams echoed round the room as both men exploded in a massive orgasm. I felt hot liquid slamming deep inside his ass as I shot ribbons of cum over Pop's sweating, heaving chest. Our bodies shuddered and we gazed wildly at each other as the last of our juice drained out of us. Pop spread his arms wide, revealing his awesome, sweat-soaked chest and abs for the crowd. "I AM THE MAN!!"
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Pop continued his barbaric assault. Pop's huge muscles
expanded and contracted as he pistoned in and out of the
heavily muscled body beneath him. With each mighty thrust
of his powerful hips he proved that he owned my ass |
The muscle on muscle impact fuck was over. Pop steps back with a look of gloating triumph on his face He had done it! Pop had raped his powerful son. There was no doubt now that the Pop was the Alpha Male of the family!.
"That's one well fucked ass if I do say so myself," Pop pronounced with a smirk, admiring his handiwork. Wild cheers and applause echoed round the room! The noise of euphoric shouts was deafening and the men and women laughed ecstatically.
It was over! I had been raped! The pool table on which the heinous criminal act had been committed to the cheering and screaming ecstatic enjoyment of over thiry eye-witnesses was sopping with the cum of both the rapist and his victim. I was lying on the pool table unable to move, with my face and bruised body covered with white globs of semen. I had been humiliated and squashed like a bug. I let out a moan but I am unable to move.
Pop smiles at his handiwork. He had been beaten and fucked a Div 1A college football jock - a top-tier athlete in the peak of human condition - an opponent half his age. And he had done it in front of over thirty witnesses! With an arrogant leer, Pop pulled himself up to his full height, chest out -exulting his muscle power and his manful nakedness as he brought attention to the powerful chest that had humbled this beefy rival muscleman by dusting non-existent dust from his massive slab-like pecs. Pop's cock hung limply from his crotch, dripping and glistening with his spooge. Even now, with it semi-limp, it was a massive organ. Then he just smiled, and with out a word, walked away with his his hard muscled bubble-butt flexing and his long heavy dong swinging….he had nothing left to prove here.
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Greeted by wild cheers and applause, the victor slowly walked through the thong of patrons that had watched cheering as their Muscle God had outmuscled, beat up and then fucked the huge young college athlete! There was even more wild cheers and applause as men were touching and rubbing the still undefeated bar-fight champion's power-packed torso and marveling over the hardness in his muscled abs, enjoying copping a feel of the body-builder physique that defeated and raped the huge college muscle boy. The beefy college jock who still lay spread eagle and humiliated, broken and naked on the top of the pool table with the winner's cum leaking out of his freshly fucked ass. He looked like he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
It was something these men would talk about for years. Not just the awesome fight, but witnessing the forced sex on the pool table. A First Degree Rape wouldn't be he first crime committed at The War Zone by a long shot, but it would undoubtedly be the hottest!
The crowd had formed a circle and now surrounded the winner, whooping and slapping him on the back. He had to felt like a rock star as the guys surged up to him, shaking his hand and gazing at him in awe. Pop and the men in the bar were exchanging high fives, with the men punching Pop's arms and pecs and abs, , making it look like good-natured macho horse-play, but the men were clearly were hot and horny as they touched and poked and fondled Pop's body. I had seen jocks embrace and punch each other on the playing field after a big play, and even in the locker room and showers after a big game. The way these men were touching Pop and one another was different - hot, erotic, sex-charged. They were really just feeling Pop up. I was still fading in and out of consciousness laid out on the pool table like a Sunday picnic lunch in the park.
I felt a cold wash rag cross my face. “UNNGHHH!” I moaned. “Damn, sir. It’s about time you came around. You had me worried.” It was the kid bartender. "It's clean sir," he whispered as he cleaned up my face and put a full solo cup of Jack in front of my face. "I'm sorry you got... hurt." he looked away. The room was paying all their attention to Pop, as the kid wiped blood off my chest. His trembling hand touched my chest. "I got your clothes in back. They smelled good."
“AAARRRRGH!” I moaned as I tried to pull upright. “I feel like shit!”
“Yeah, I’m not really surprised at that. You really got worked over. I’m really sorry, sir!” the young bartender says.“I got to tell you, I was pulling for you. And since you two guys were about the same size and with a great body like yours, I thought DAMN! This may be the guy that can finally kick that old Leather Muscle-Daddy's ass!” Well at least I had one supporter tonight. The kid continued "He’s one big, tough and really strong bastard, that's for sure, and he fights dirty as hell. But I really thought for a while that a big college football jock like you could take that old dude in a fair fight. But in the end all those huge muscles of yours just weren't enough!"
"But you were still fucking awesome, sir. The fight and the punishment you both dished out. Unbelievable! I've never seen anyone give or take such a beating! And when that big bodybuilder military press you over his head, WOW!
"But as hot as that was, I guess there’s nothing like the way you must have felt while getting brutally fucked in front of a crowd of drunken hollering leathermen and biker chicks. The way the crowd was going nuts, jumping up and down, surrounding the pool table, cheering him on while he raped you! Your screams of agony as that old dude went to town on your ass with his 10" manpole!
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There’s nothing like getting brutally raped
in front of a crowd of drunken hollering leathermen
and their biker chicks! |
It was about the most incredible thing I've ever seen! I lost count of how many times I shot my load!" the Kid continued.
"I gotta tell you, sir, if you got plans of a rematch, I WANNA BE THERE!”
I lay back and took a few seconds to check my new fan out. The kid had a handsome, open face, finely etched features, buzz-cut hair and a friendly smile that displayed dazzlingly white teeth. The body was great too. He had a naturally muscular build with near zero body fat, impressive arms, shoulders and chest, and his abs looked to be six-pack solid. But the most impressive feature was his huge beer-can thick cock. Its outline showed clearly through his tight jeans stretching halfway down his thigh.
"Sorry about that, sir" he said, noticing my eyes fixed on his leg. "But every time I look at you it does that." he said with an innocent smile and obvious lust.
I tired to chuckle, but my ribs hurt too much to laugh. "Just send me a message on my Instagram, kid. I will let you know the next time I am in these parts again. Maybe we can get together." Suddenly he looked as happy as a fat kid in a candy store.
One thing was for sure, after a fucking like that, there was no denying that Daddy had made me his muscle bitch. I have to admit that Pop had out-fouth and out-sexed me this time. He had physically and sexually dominated me. Looks like I needed to work on my fighting and my man-on-man sex skills some more.
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Great Fight, Pops!
You kicked my ass AND fucked my ass
fair and square!
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We put on a hella show for those rubes, son!
We both went all out and gave it everything we had.
Tough loss for you, kid, but...
I was just the better man tonight. |
"if it got a bit out of hand…I'm sorry … but I wanted to fuck that ass of yours for a long time...and when I got my chance I had to take it....and the fact I took it by force made it all the sweeter...." Pop started to say.
I let out a laugh and said " fuk that shit, man...don't apologize for anything Pop... it was a good fight and it could have gone either way! I thought I had you a dozen times, only you ended up having me instead!
Fuck Pop you are just a Pure Macho Alpha male and nothing will stop you from dominating another Alpha, no matter who he is. To prove your the alpha, you not only kicked your own son's ass, but you fucked it too. I got raped by my own father in front of at least 40 men and women so you could prove that you were the better man tonight! Well, you did prove it and now there are plenty of witnesses to back that up!
No only no hard feelings... but to be honest I enjoyed the fuck out of all of it ... it as a 'loser gets fucked' match with our asses on the line.. if I had won you would have been the one getting raped the fuck on that pool table in front of a screaming mob! Look, it was a great fight and a great fuck...like one of the best ever!!! but you did ass fuck me in front of all your cheering "fans" so next time I'm gonna be the one taking your ass..."
Which is exactly what I did just a few short months later when we went on a bird hunt in Argentina. Now that was a really wild time....
