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| ~Mule and Joe~ Mule faces Joe, an adversary worthy of his stature! Two powerful musclemen fused into a mutual brutal "bear hug"! With mighty arms crushing bone and muscle, who will be able to resist longer? |
Story by Mule, based on suggestions from Andrew Bruno, edited by Stefan, pictures and art by Enrique Nito Natal and Steve62Reeves
As Your Mule looked over the messages and comments the Blog had received from Joe Wantowrestl, I couldn't help but think that I had let Joe down. He's told me what he likes, but I have failed to deliver. Now the last thing the Mule wants to do is disappoint a great fan like Joe. I got to do something about that. You know, I thinks, I got a fuckton of frequent flier miles that are about to expire. What if I used them for a little pop-up meet and greet with Joe, have a "friendly" match and take care of all his wishes while I'm there.
So, I figured it was high time to go toe-to-toe with Joe, and give him what he wanted in a match. Therefore, I emailed him a challenge and we exchanged the obligatory "I'll-kick-your-fucking-ass" e-mails, and set up a time and date.
It was 6:45 AM on a Saturday morning at the Dallas Airport when I caught my plane to the nearest airport to Joe's hometown in Michigan. Not much activity going on in the waiting lounge this early in the morning on a Saturday.
I had some daisy-duke cut-off jean shorts, a low cut tank top and flip-flops that I changed into just before boarding the plane 'cuz I like to be comfortable when I fly. I was almost the only person on the plane besides the MILF flight attendant and some napping oldsters.
It was a little cooler than I was expecting when I got off the plane in Michigan. But I was too lazy to open my carry-on luggage gym bag for a sweatshirt. I travel light. When you look as good as me you don't need clothes. I called an Uber to get me to the address I had gotten from Joe. The Uber driver was friendly and kept pointing out things to me as we rode along. It looks like a real nice town but my mind wasn't on the scenery. It was on Joe. As always, I had prepared well for the fight. I found his user profile on the GlobalFight Wrestling & Boxing Personals site, ( https://personals.globalfight.com ) read the first hand reviews of his wrestling matches with other members, then chatted up a few of his former opponents in the chat room for info and tips. I leaned back in the seat, watching the ocean go by (the 'Ocean' turned out to be one of the Great Lakes, don't remember which one) and thinking about squeezing the big man in my bearhug until his ribs caved in.
As I approached his house, I could hear the sound of hammering. I slowly walked up the short driveway; the garage door was open and the place was a handyman's dream---there were 2 x 4s and piles of wood covering half the floor. A power saw, surrounded by ample piles of saw dust, took up nearly the entire back corner. One whole wall was covered with hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers of every conceivable size. The right side of the garage was bare except for a thick blue wrestling mat, 10' x 10' square.
In the center of the garage, with his back to me, stood Joe, pounding nail after nail into wood. Shit, he was a big man, a lot bigger than his pictures let on. Broad shoulders, biceps bulging with each swing of the hammer, big legs in tight Levi's, construction boots, work gloves. He hadn't heard me approach, so I positioned myself behind him until I left a shadow on the board that he was nailing.
"Looks like your kinda busy…" I said to announce my presence. Joe turned around and recognized me immediately. "Mule! So you really came! So many dudes flake out and ghost me once we set up a match. Nice to finally met you. Man, you are every thing I was expecting and more."
As happy as Joe was to see me, he still eyed me warily. I could tell he was already looking for weak points he could exploit during our fight. Joke's on him. Mule don't have no weak points. "I was trying to finish up the deck around the the hot tub I just installed in my back yard. Maybe we can try it out after our match," Joe explained. He put down his hammer and cracked his knuckles, itching for a fight. Without saying a word, he clicked a small device that was on his workbench. My head turned with the whirr of the automatic garage door closing behind me. Joe flashed me a grin.
I took my T-shirt at the seam and pull it slowly, much slower than usual, over my head. I didn't need to see to know what Joe was doing.... he was moving his eyes to my perfect eight pack abs, then slowly up to take in my pecs, delts, triceps and awesome nineteen inch biceps as I revealed my hot rock-hard muscle body to him. My golden torso gleamed with the first thin sheen of sweat, my muscles flexed, as my magnificent chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths. I took my T and toss it to the side of the room. I dropped my arms to my sides, with my hand palms facing to the front and then I lifted my arms a few inches sideways - the classical position of someone who opens himself without any reservation, to the other person.
We both dropped-trousers in a joint fluid motion, freeing the two pythons from their nests. The pair of us, dropped-trou faster than Walmart runs out of toilet paper, we were as anxious as a couple of hormonal amped-up high school wrestlers to get started grappling. The second surprise Joe had for me was a Whopper of a cock swinging back-and-forth between his legs! Now naked, we were both surprised that the other had such a large cock, because frankly neither of us had believed the other's bragging and shit talking. Joe was packing! His fat semi-erect cock was as thick as my own and almost as long! We were both fucking hung like horses!
Joe seemed to be full of surprises! First, as I stated previously, when our shirts came off and he revealed his thick bodybuilder physique: Joe was a big swole motherfucker, a stud loaded with muscle and power. Lots of muscles, actually. I had not expected that. Nor had I expected his confidence, bordering on arrogance, it is one thing to preen and posture on the Internets, quite another to do so in the presence of a muscular titan like me! Plenty of folks talk like they are 10' tall and bullet proof, until they meet me in person, than they deflate faster than a football meant for Tom Brady! Joe definitely wasn't intimidated by me, that's for sure. And why should he be intimidated? He was as big as me and was spouting a porn-size tube of cock meat and set of bull balls to boot ! Wasn't expecting that either. It was pretty obvious I had been played by the dudes on GlobalFights and fed a lot of bullshit and misinformation about what Joe would be bringing into a fight. None of those dirty fuckers in the chatroom had warned me that Joe was the human embodiment of a tank, a beefy stud with thick rippling muscle and power. Welp, like Honest Abe Lincoln once said, you can't believe everything you read on the internet! But I found myself wondering what other surprises Joe had in store for me!
We lock hands and test each other’s strength. Both of our big muscle-packed bodies were every bit as strong as they looked! My sculpted muscles seem to have a slight advantage, forcing Joe to take a few steps backward at first, but once Joe plants his feet his backward movement stopped. I am still winning the contest as I slowly forced Joe down slowly, one inch at a time, trying to put him on his knees. At least I was, until Joe suddenly lifts his knee into my midsection, making me double over with a loud "UUNNNNNFFFF!" Joe wastes no time following up with with a punishing series of six hard jabs into my abdomen. Joe was softening up my mid section for something and I didn't need to wait long to find out what!
Joe hit me with a roundhouse right into my thoroughly worked over abs that totally doubled me over. I fell to my knees as I wretched, almost vomiting onto the floor. FUK! Joe had weakened my abs with those jabs and then he gutted me with his roundhouse right! With both hands I held my devastated stomach. Then Joe raised his powerful arms up, clasped his hands and hammered me across my broad muscular back. It took four mighty blows to fell me face down onto the floor. I tried to grab Joe's ankles but Joe then brutally stomped on the back of my head, smashing my face into the concrete floor under the thin wrestling mat.
I sitting on my muscled ass holding my noggin. Joe is standing over me, with a slight smile. He cracks his knuckles again and rolled his shoulders. "First Fall goes to me!' Joe announces the obvious.
DAYMN! I had been expecting a traditional scientific Greco-Roman style match, so I was caught off-guard when Joe started pulling his WWE shit on me. OK, OK so Joe likes to play rough... well I can play that game too. I thought as I straightened back up, still rubbing my aching mid section, and quickly scrambled to my feet.
"Don't get cocky, Joe! I am just getting started!" I growl, confidently.
"I'm just getting started too, Mule! You sound a little nervous. What's the matter? Am I more than you bargained for?" the equally confident Joe retorted. No smile this time, he's fucking serious and has his game face on.
We fought, in a macho trial of strength, straining for dominance. We were on each other, wrestling, punching, anything we could do to punish the other. Both of us muscular men wrestled and sweated, with our fists in the air. The fight was pretty even, me and Joe were really going to town on each other. Fists to the jaws, and hard and heavy body shots. The sound of fists hitting muscle mixed with our grunts and groans echoed off the garage walls. Just two naked pumped up musclemen, sweaty and bloody. We were having ourselves one hell of a bare-assed, bare-knuckle fist fight. When we clinched I realized we were both boned to the max. Our cocks were at full mast and hard as steel.
Still tightly clinched, my hard fists dug into Joe's tough muscle. My punches to his pecs and his nips were starting to take a toll. But I needed to get out of his clinch and open some space between up in order to throw some power punches. So I hocked up a good one and spit right in Joe's face! As I had counted on, the surprise caused him to drop his clinch, as he stepped back and put his hand up to his face to wiped my spittle away. That was all I needed him to do in order to land a good left /right combo to his jaw rocked him.
He staggered back, stunned. He glared at me and told me to fuck myself so I landed another fist hard across his jaw. But this time he came back with an uppercut to my still weakened worked over midsection that he put all of his weight and power into. He impaled me with his fist and it went in deep to my body. The uppercut hit with so much force that it raised my 252 lbs of solid muscle off my feet by a full foot. When he pulled his fist back out of gut, I fell back to the earth. And when I landed he was waiting for me, with a solid right cross to the jaw, that turned my legs into rubber and made my eyes roll back into my head. I was vaguely aware that I was falling to the floor. Big Joe had dropped me with his haymaker and I was heading down to the floor for the count.
But before my big muscle-butt hit the floor, Joe grabbed me as I was falling to the floor, and held me up with one had and used his his free fist to punch me in the abs, again and again. UNNNNNN! UGHHHHHH...AHHHHHH...FUUUUUCK! Joe was a hard hitter. Each punch he threw was packed with dynamite and forced a loud grunt, groan, and obscenity out of me when it landed. The armored steel plates of my abs were buckling under the unrelenting impact of his sledge hammer fists.
"GOOD! I finally wiped that conceited smile off your face, Mule! Had enough yet Mule? We have been at this long enough that by now ever a stupid meathead should have figured out that my muscles are as strong as yours. And my cock is as big as yours. You have met your match, Mule buddy! I can go toe-to-toe with you all night long, baby! So should I just keep on punching you in the gut!? Or are you ready to go dick to dick with me in a bear hug, dude? " Joe asked me with a cocky grin. My abs had all of Joe's ham-sized fists that they wanted.
"Shit, you are one powerful motherfucker" I said as I stood up. I was panting and dripping with sweat but
"Maybe not, Mule" rejoined Joe. "But you have lost -two falls in a row! But since I'm enjoying kickiny you muscle-bound ass around and showing you what a true Alpha Male is like, I might be willing to give you a "pity-round so you can try to redeem some of your dignity..." Joe chuckled.
"Ok, Ok...yeah, enough...but I've had enough wrestling! You said you wanted a bearhug contest in your email..." I said as I stretched out my abs and walked off the effects of Joe's brutal gut punching. Joe was a hell of a lot more muscle stud than I had expected. He had almost knocked me on my fucking ass. Standing toe-to-toe and trading punches with big Joe wasn't working out too good for me. In fact, Joe was right on both counts, he was a match for me and I was losing so far. Time to change to something else. "If you want a bear hug contest, I'll give you one. Last round, bearhug, winner of the last round wins the match...it's all on the line in the final fall" I proposed.
"Let's do it!" was Joe's immediate and enthusiastic response!
I began squeezing Joe back, hard. "Oooohhhggh!!" The air came out of the his lungs, as his ribs bent under the pressure of the massive arms that I had wrapped around his torso. Joe was bending my ribs, and now I also was bending his. My bulging biceps pressed against Joe's rib cage, forcing more air out of the Joe’s lungs and restricting them from expanding to gain more air. I took a giant breath and expanded my huge chest to its fully flexed size. My powerful chest began to overpower and then compress Joe's thickly muscled chest. His eyes opened wide. He wasn't used to being over powered. Our muscular abdomens had been rapidly inflating and deflating against each other, but I put a stop to that as I flex my hard muscle gut against Joe's musclegut, preventing him from gulping in oxygen to fuel his muscles. I had my eyes locked in a stare with Joe's, waiting for that look of doubt in his eyes when he realizes I could beat him. I grunted like a Silverback gorilla, as I made Joe suffer in my mighty embrace; and I forced moans and groans out of him with the crushing power of my flexing biceps, as they grew even larger! Joe threw his head back and roared in pain and frustration. I was crushing Joe against my mighty chest with my dominating Mule muscle. I was breaking Joe's big he-man body with mine!
My mighty body was being crushed by the huge arms of my equally muscular and equally strong adversary! The lubrication between our bodies allowed Joe to slide his arms even more around my thick chest. Joe's massive arms swelled like a python squeezing its prey as he tightened his hug around my thick, sweaty torso.
It was 6:45 AM on a Saturday morning at the Dallas Airport when I caught my plane to the nearest airport to Joe's hometown in Michigan. Not much activity going on in the waiting lounge this early in the morning on a Saturday.
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| Saturday morning at the Dallas Airport |
I had some daisy-duke cut-off jean shorts, a low cut tank top and flip-flops that I changed into just before boarding the plane 'cuz I like to be comfortable when I fly. I was almost the only person on the plane besides the MILF flight attendant and some napping oldsters.
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| I like to be dressed comfortably when I fly |
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| Looks like I have my choice of seats! The plane is practically empty! Thanks to CoVid-19 |
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| 'scuse me, Ms Flight Attendant Ma'am! I'm not a coffee drinker, darlin'! Any chance you could whip me up a protein shake? |
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| Sure muscles, comin' right up! Just remember to return to your seat, fasten your seat belt and put on a shirt before we land, hon! |
It was a little cooler than I was expecting when I got off the plane in Michigan. But I was too lazy to open my carry-on luggage gym bag for a sweatshirt. I travel light. When you look as good as me you don't need clothes. I called an Uber to get me to the address I had gotten from Joe. The Uber driver was friendly and kept pointing out things to me as we rode along. It looks like a real nice town but my mind wasn't on the scenery. It was on Joe. As always, I had prepared well for the fight. I found his user profile on the GlobalFight Wrestling & Boxing Personals site, ( https://personals.globalfight.com ) read the first hand reviews of his wrestling matches with other members, then chatted up a few of his former opponents in the chat room for info and tips. I leaned back in the seat, watching the ocean go by (the 'Ocean' turned out to be one of the Great Lakes, don't remember which one) and thinking about squeezing the big man in my bearhug until his ribs caved in.
As I approached his house, I could hear the sound of hammering. I slowly walked up the short driveway; the garage door was open and the place was a handyman's dream---there were 2 x 4s and piles of wood covering half the floor. A power saw, surrounded by ample piles of saw dust, took up nearly the entire back corner. One whole wall was covered with hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers of every conceivable size. The right side of the garage was bare except for a thick blue wrestling mat, 10' x 10' square.
In the center of the garage, with his back to me, stood Joe, pounding nail after nail into wood. Shit, he was a big man, a lot bigger than his pictures let on. Broad shoulders, biceps bulging with each swing of the hammer, big legs in tight Levi's, construction boots, work gloves. He hadn't heard me approach, so I positioned myself behind him until I left a shadow on the board that he was nailing.
"Looks like your kinda busy…" I said to announce my presence. Joe turned around and recognized me immediately. "Mule! So you really came! So many dudes flake out and ghost me once we set up a match. Nice to finally met you. Man, you are every thing I was expecting and more."
As happy as Joe was to see me, he still eyed me warily. I could tell he was already looking for weak points he could exploit during our fight. Joke's on him. Mule don't have no weak points. "I was trying to finish up the deck around the the hot tub I just installed in my back yard. Maybe we can try it out after our match," Joe explained. He put down his hammer and cracked his knuckles, itching for a fight. Without saying a word, he clicked a small device that was on his workbench. My head turned with the whirr of the automatic garage door closing behind me. Joe flashed me a grin.
I took my T-shirt at the seam and pull it slowly, much slower than usual, over my head. I didn't need to see to know what Joe was doing.... he was moving his eyes to my perfect eight pack abs, then slowly up to take in my pecs, delts, triceps and awesome nineteen inch biceps as I revealed my hot rock-hard muscle body to him. My golden torso gleamed with the first thin sheen of sweat, my muscles flexed, as my magnificent chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths. I took my T and toss it to the side of the room. I dropped my arms to my sides, with my hand palms facing to the front and then I lifted my arms a few inches sideways - the classical position of someone who opens himself without any reservation, to the other person.
"This is how a real bodybuilder looks..." I say, standing stripped to the waist.
Joe just smiles, and begins to unbutton the flannel shirt he is wearing. With three buttons undone, I began to make out a rippling torso of monstrous muscle. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and pulls it open, revealing a rock solid set of deeply ridged eight pack of washboard abs. Joe schucked his shirt off revealing his muscular torso. He flexed his huge pecs and showed off his wide and thick 54" chest. I found myself admiring his powerful chest. It was an intimidating sight!
"Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule," Joe says matter-of-factly as he pulls his shirt off like a boss, and throws it over on top of my T-shirt on the floor. Now also stripped to the waist, Joe flaunts a set of thick brickwork abs, running his hands slowly over each deeply chiseled muscle. Then Joe faces me with hands on hips and flared his lats. He's got a brawny, beefy physique that is stacked with slabs of muscle and he makes sure I get a good, long look at it. Whoa! Joe is built like a brick shit house! I wasn't expecting that! Joe is staring me down and looking confident as Fuck, ready to throw down!
Joe and Mule
Both of us shirtless men smiled as we gazed at each other, admiring each other's muscular physiques. My body was chiseled and esthetic, while Joe was more thick and bulky. He looked almost like a Lego figure made out of cement blocks.
"You ready to do this, Mule?" Joe asked confidently, as he moved his right hand to his jeans and began unbuttoning them. I unzipped my cutoffs at the same time. Joe and I stood facing each other. "So I got a pair of speedos in my gym bag, but what you say we just wrestle like men -dicks out and bare-assed butt naked " I proposed. I took Joe's wide smile as his affirmative answer. Joe struggled to get his Levis down over his bodybuilder sized thighs and muscled glutes. The jeans reluctantly came off. Like any good muscle-stud, Joe was going commando. Of course, so was I.
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| Joe unbuttons the rest of his shirt and pulls it open Yeah, I know a little about bodybuilding myself, Mule Joe was bigger than I had been lead to believe. A lot bigger |
Joe and Mule
Both of us shirtless men smiled as we gazed at each other, admiring each other's muscular physiques. My body was chiseled and esthetic, while Joe was more thick and bulky. He looked almost like a Lego figure made out of cement blocks.
"You ready to do this, Mule?" Joe asked confidently, as he moved his right hand to his jeans and began unbuttoning them. I unzipped my cutoffs at the same time. Joe and I stood facing each other. "So I got a pair of speedos in my gym bag, but what you say we just wrestle like men -dicks out and bare-assed butt naked " I proposed. I took Joe's wide smile as his affirmative answer. Joe struggled to get his Levis down over his bodybuilder sized thighs and muscled glutes. The jeans reluctantly came off. Like any good muscle-stud, Joe was going commando. Of course, so was I.
We both dropped-trousers in a joint fluid motion, freeing the two pythons from their nests. The pair of us, dropped-trou faster than Walmart runs out of toilet paper, we were as anxious as a couple of hormonal amped-up high school wrestlers to get started grappling. The second surprise Joe had for me was a Whopper of a cock swinging back-and-forth between his legs! Now naked, we were both surprised that the other had such a large cock, because frankly neither of us had believed the other's bragging and shit talking. Joe was packing! His fat semi-erect cock was as thick as my own and almost as long! We were both fucking hung like horses!
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| Joe had another surprise for me when we dropped-trousers Joe had a Whopper of a cock swinging between his thick thighs! Joe's cock was as impressive as my own mammoth man-cock! We were both hung like horses! |
Joe seemed to be full of surprises! First, as I stated previously, when our shirts came off and he revealed his thick bodybuilder physique: Joe was a big swole motherfucker, a stud loaded with muscle and power. Lots of muscles, actually. I had not expected that. Nor had I expected his confidence, bordering on arrogance, it is one thing to preen and posture on the Internets, quite another to do so in the presence of a muscular titan like me! Plenty of folks talk like they are 10' tall and bullet proof, until they meet me in person, than they deflate faster than a football meant for Tom Brady! Joe definitely wasn't intimidated by me, that's for sure. And why should he be intimidated? He was as big as me and was spouting a porn-size tube of cock meat and set of bull balls to boot ! Wasn't expecting that either. It was pretty obvious I had been played by the dudes on GlobalFights and fed a lot of bullshit and misinformation about what Joe would be bringing into a fight. None of those dirty fuckers in the chatroom had warned me that Joe was the human embodiment of a tank, a beefy stud with thick rippling muscle and power. Welp, like Honest Abe Lincoln once said, you can't believe everything you read on the internet! But I found myself wondering what other surprises Joe had in store for me!
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| What's the matter, Mule? Are you getting insecure? Having second thoughts, bro? |
Joe was stretching his shoulders as he stepped onto the mats. I was opposite him spreading my feet wide and bending forward, stretching my lower back as I rested the palms of my hands on the mat. “I get the impression that you do this sort of thing a lot,” I said to Joe. "Let me just say that you’re messing with the wrong man if you were expecting an easy win, Mule..." Joe was standing in front of me resting his hands on his hips while waiting for me to finish my stretching.
We lock hands and test each other’s strength. Both of our big muscle-packed bodies were every bit as strong as they looked! My sculpted muscles seem to have a slight advantage, forcing Joe to take a few steps backward at first, but once Joe plants his feet his backward movement stopped. I am still winning the contest as I slowly forced Joe down slowly, one inch at a time, trying to put him on his knees. At least I was, until Joe suddenly lifts his knee into my midsection, making me double over with a loud "UUNNNNNFFFF!" Joe wastes no time following up with with a punishing series of six hard jabs into my abdomen. Joe was softening up my mid section for something and I didn't need to wait long to find out what!
Joe hit me with a roundhouse right into my thoroughly worked over abs that totally doubled me over. I fell to my knees as I wretched, almost vomiting onto the floor. FUK! Joe had weakened my abs with those jabs and then he gutted me with his roundhouse right! With both hands I held my devastated stomach. Then Joe raised his powerful arms up, clasped his hands and hammered me across my broad muscular back. It took four mighty blows to fell me face down onto the floor. I tried to grab Joe's ankles but Joe then brutally stomped on the back of my head, smashing my face into the concrete floor under the thin wrestling mat.
I sitting on my muscled ass holding my noggin. Joe is standing over me, with a slight smile. He cracks his knuckles again and rolled his shoulders. "First Fall goes to me!' Joe announces the obvious.
DAYMN! I had been expecting a traditional scientific Greco-Roman style match, so I was caught off-guard when Joe started pulling his WWE shit on me. OK, OK so Joe likes to play rough... well I can play that game too. I thought as I straightened back up, still rubbing my aching mid section, and quickly scrambled to my feet.
"Don't get cocky, Joe! I am just getting started!" I growl, confidently.
"I'm just getting started too, Mule! You sound a little nervous. What's the matter? Am I more than you bargained for?" the equally confident Joe retorted. No smile this time, he's fucking serious and has his game face on.
We fought, in a macho trial of strength, straining for dominance. We were on each other, wrestling, punching, anything we could do to punish the other. Both of us muscular men wrestled and sweated, with our fists in the air. The fight was pretty even, me and Joe were really going to town on each other. Fists to the jaws, and hard and heavy body shots. The sound of fists hitting muscle mixed with our grunts and groans echoed off the garage walls. Just two naked pumped up musclemen, sweaty and bloody. We were having ourselves one hell of a bare-assed, bare-knuckle fist fight. When we clinched I realized we were both boned to the max. Our cocks were at full mast and hard as steel.
Still tightly clinched, my hard fists dug into Joe's tough muscle. My punches to his pecs and his nips were starting to take a toll. But I needed to get out of his clinch and open some space between up in order to throw some power punches. So I hocked up a good one and spit right in Joe's face! As I had counted on, the surprise caused him to drop his clinch, as he stepped back and put his hand up to his face to wiped my spittle away. That was all I needed him to do in order to land a good left /right combo to his jaw rocked him.
He staggered back, stunned. He glared at me and told me to fuck myself so I landed another fist hard across his jaw. But this time he came back with an uppercut to my still weakened worked over midsection that he put all of his weight and power into. He impaled me with his fist and it went in deep to my body. The uppercut hit with so much force that it raised my 252 lbs of solid muscle off my feet by a full foot. When he pulled his fist back out of gut, I fell back to the earth. And when I landed he was waiting for me, with a solid right cross to the jaw, that turned my legs into rubber and made my eyes roll back into my head. I was vaguely aware that I was falling to the floor. Big Joe had dropped me with his haymaker and I was heading down to the floor for the count.
But before my big muscle-butt hit the floor, Joe grabbed me as I was falling to the floor, and held me up with one had and used his his free fist to punch me in the abs, again and again. UNNNNNN! UGHHHHHH...AHHHHHH...FUUUUUCK! Joe was a hard hitter. Each punch he threw was packed with dynamite and forced a loud grunt, groan, and obscenity out of me when it landed. The armored steel plates of my abs were buckling under the unrelenting impact of his sledge hammer fists.
"GOOD! I finally wiped that conceited smile off your face, Mule! Had enough yet Mule? We have been at this long enough that by now ever a stupid meathead should have figured out that my muscles are as strong as yours. And my cock is as big as yours. You have met your match, Mule buddy! I can go toe-to-toe with you all night long, baby! So should I just keep on punching you in the gut!? Or are you ready to go dick to dick with me in a bear hug, dude? " Joe asked me with a cocky grin. My abs had all of Joe's ham-sized fists that they wanted.
"OK, OK,...enough, enough.. this fall goes to you, too..." I growl in submission.
"That's two falls straight for me!" Joe says as he steps away and shakes out his fist and loosens up his shoulder with some stretching. "Heh! You didn't think I would win, did ya Mule?"
"I bet the last thing you were expecting was to be taken down by one of your "fan-boys" as you like to call us readers of Mule's Blog. Just goes to show you that you never know who is reading and not to make assumptions about your fan base." Joe lecturfied me.
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| Joe obviously had far more wrestling experience than I had been lead to believe! |
"So you have had a LOT more wrestling experience than I was lead to believe, Joe! I groaned as I stated the obvious. "Looks like I have been set-up...."
"I've done some underground wrestling under the name El Macho Gabacho. Intense, brutal matches, and I seldomly lose...." Joe reveals.
"I've done some underground wrestling under the name El Macho Gabacho. Intense, brutal matches, and I seldomly lose...." Joe reveals.
So the truth comes out, Joe is the infamous internet wrestler for hire, El Macho Gabacho. I know the name and his reputation. And know I know for sure that this is a set-up!
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| Joe, under his wrestler name of El Macho Gabacho, destroys another of his many opponents |
"Shit, you are one powerful motherfucker" I said as I stood up. I was panting and dripping with sweat but
was grinning. "I'll
give you that. You...are...strong...as fuck...Joe! But I haven't given up yet, big guy!" I responded defiantly, my chest heaving as I tried to get some of the air Joe had knocked out of me back into my body while my brain was attempting to process this new information Joe had just provided.
"Maybe not, Mule" rejoined Joe. "But you have lost -two falls in a row! But since I'm enjoying kickiny you muscle-bound ass around and showing you what a true Alpha Male is like, I might be willing to give you a "pity-round so you can try to redeem some of your dignity..." Joe chuckled.
"Ok, Ok...yeah, enough...but I've had enough wrestling! You said you wanted a bearhug contest in your email..." I said as I stretched out my abs and walked off the effects of Joe's brutal gut punching. Joe was a hell of a lot more muscle stud than I had expected. He had almost knocked me on my fucking ass. Standing toe-to-toe and trading punches with big Joe wasn't working out too good for me. In fact, Joe was right on both counts, he was a match for me and I was losing so far. Time to change to something else. "If you want a bear hug contest, I'll give you one. Last round, bearhug, winner of the last round wins the match...it's all on the line in the final fall" I proposed.
"Let's do it!" was Joe's immediate and enthusiastic response!
My chest and abs were still heaving, but I was ready. Bear hug contest and cockfight had been his challenge to me, it was time for me to make sure Joe was sorry when he got what he had asked for.
Knowing that the bearhug was the greatest demonstration of one man’s domination of another, and Joe and I longed to give each a taste of our power, to use our muscle-bound bodies to crush each others body to smithereens - to see which of us was the strongest muscleman!
"Bear-hug. First to cum loses and has to lick up the mess. " I confirm.
Knowing that the bearhug was the greatest demonstration of one man’s domination of another, and Joe and I longed to give each a taste of our power, to use our muscle-bound bodies to crush each others body to smithereens - to see which of us was the strongest muscleman!
"Bear-hug. First to cum loses and has to lick up the mess. " I confirm.
"You will be surrendering and begging me for mercy by the time I fuck the cum out of you...." Joe says confidently as
he stretched out his body and flexed, making his muscles bulge and ripple and making his jumbo-sized prick bob up and down.
We both stepped forward, locking our bodies together in a mutual bear hug! For an instant we stood cemented together, chest to chest, nipples to nipples, abs to abs, hard cock to hard cock. The erotic sensation was too much for both of us musclemen. Together we sighed out loudly, moaned in wanton lust.
We were flexing biceps as large and as hard as cannonballs into each other’s ribs. "OOOOORRRRGGGHHHHHH!! GGRRRUUHHHHUHHHHH!!! " We grunted and groaned. As my ribs started to bend and bruise, I realized that Joe was as skilled in bearhugging as he was in punching. "OWWW!" Well, I got some mad bearhugging skills myself.
"Bearhug? Are you sure you didn't just want an excuse for us to get close...? I asked snarkily between grunts as our arms encircled each other. "UNNG.....Uhh.. I grunt...|.I guess your feeling my big arms around you, Joe. Get ready to feel some pain..."I shit talk to Joe as we start to clinch up.,
"Yeah, but you got them big arms of your too high, Mule-buddy. When I clamp down on your lower back with my equally massive arms you're going to feel me break your fucking back...." Joe retorts between the moans, groans and grunts we are both making.
Big threat for a fan-boy I start to say, but ... My response was cut short as I felt Joe locking his wrists together at the small of my back. "AAAGH!!"UGGGGGH!!! GHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I couldn't hold in a cry of pain and a few moans agog as I felt Joe's enormous pectorals suddenly pressing against my body and his ripped abs crushing my cock.
Despite the immense pain I got a full nine-inch boner. Joe smiled with satisfaction when he noticed his rival's rock-hard dick.
" You seem to like being dominated, Mule. Here, I'll give you some more, feel what real ""fan-boy" power can do to that big muscle-stud body of yours..." Joe growled.
- "UUGGHH! - I moaned when Joe increased the pressure. Joe, feeling me struggling in his Herculean grip, Joe's own horse cock extended to it full length and thickness, matching my own in size and hardness.
"How does that feel, Mule! Don't try to give up yet, stud ....I want to show you just what this "fan-boy" can do...." Joe said confidently.
We were flexing biceps as large and as hard as cannonballs into each other’s ribs. "OOOOORRRRGGGHHHHHH!! GGRRRUUHHHHUHHHHH!!! " We grunted and groaned. As my ribs started to bend and bruise, I realized that Joe was as skilled in bearhugging as he was in punching. "OWWW!" Well, I got some mad bearhugging skills myself.
I began squeezing Joe back, hard. "Oooohhhggh!!" The air came out of the his lungs, as his ribs bent under the pressure of the massive arms that I had wrapped around his torso. Joe was bending my ribs, and now I also was bending his. My bulging biceps pressed against Joe's rib cage, forcing more air out of the Joe’s lungs and restricting them from expanding to gain more air. I took a giant breath and expanded my huge chest to its fully flexed size. My powerful chest began to overpower and then compress Joe's thickly muscled chest. His eyes opened wide. He wasn't used to being over powered. Our muscular abdomens had been rapidly inflating and deflating against each other, but I put a stop to that as I flex my hard muscle gut against Joe's musclegut, preventing him from gulping in oxygen to fuel his muscles. I had my eyes locked in a stare with Joe's, waiting for that look of doubt in his eyes when he realizes I could beat him. I grunted like a Silverback gorilla, as I made Joe suffer in my mighty embrace; and I forced moans and groans out of him with the crushing power of my flexing biceps, as they grew even larger! Joe threw his head back and roared in pain and frustration. I was crushing Joe against my mighty chest with my dominating Mule muscle. I was breaking Joe's big he-man body with mine!
"I'm gonna make sure you NEVER forget this defeat!" Joe growled before slapping on the tightest bearhug he'd ever applied. Joe began to slowly rock me side to side in an undulating motion, grinding his biceps into my ribs and crushing my sternum against his mighty chest. The sweat between us allowed our skin to easily slide against each other, which brought our spiking, bullet - hard nipples into contact, sending jolts of pleasure through both of our bodies. We were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft.
I let out an involuntary scream of pain that fortunately, was muffed by Joe's beefy pecs that surrounded my face.
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My mighty body was being crushed by the huge arms of my equally muscular and equally strong adversary! I buried my head into the deep pec valley of Joe's massive chest as I groaned in pain! |
As he slowly ground his amazing physique against mine erotically, Joe then leaned his head forward until his and my foreheads and noses were touching. Joe looked down at our sweaty, heaving chests mashed together by the hold and observed the swell and pump the match had given our upper bodies. Both of us panted with exertion!
Joe pulled my body into him even tighter while speaking directly into my face as his forehead and nose remained in contact with mine! "You feel that,Mule? These muscles of mine,” a straining Joe grunted “these huge arms of mine that you feel around you are gonna CRUSH YOU, big man! My muscles are gonna crush all those big muscles of yours into pulp!"
Then Joe began sliding his body up and down mine, but only by a few inches, making sure his thick fully-hard dick remained in constant contact with my 9" erection. The sweat between our massive bodies acted as lubricant to allow him to slide his cock up and down my shaft more easily. As he moved, his massive haunches would ripple and flex, his muscular ass humped me and the low hanging bull sized scrotums of ud two alpha male muscle-studs rubbed and slapped against each other.
Joe began to savagely cock fuck me with his powerful fuckpole, viciously bashing away on my cock with his. My balls churned and churned from the abuse to my cock, producing more and more cum, bloating themselves to twice their normal size. I fought to not shoot off my load. Joe was good at this, really good. I wondered how many cock fights he had won. Then Joe applied his mighty bear hug even stronger, nearly snapping my spine, while plowing my cock harder and harder. He started to viciously hump me, ramming his massive sex pole into my groin!
Now we were two crazed bodybuilders grinding our jackhammers together.
Joe again took advantage of the slippery sweat covering our bodies to slide his giant arms lower on my body, under my ribcage. Now Joe's massive arms were around my narrow waist. He worked his huge pythons around me as he continued to clasp his hands together in the small of my lower back. Joe's face showed a determination to crush my body with his massive arms, as his huge rock-solid biceps and triceps exploded with power again! I can't hold back my reaction as I throw my head back and howl like a coyote in pain! Joe had reversed the bear hug!
“Feel my power, Mule! Feel what it's like to face real POWER! ” Joe snarled. “Do you feel that big he-man body of yours failing as I gradually squeeze you into submission? Feel your muscles being slowly over-powered by my equally big and even stronger muscles as I fuck you up piece by piece?”
Our meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. Grunting in animal lust we were two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight.
Joe again took advantage of the slippery sweat covering our bodies to slide his giant arms lower on my body, under my ribcage. Now Joe's massive arms were around my narrow waist. He worked his huge pythons around me as he continued to clasp his hands together in the small of my lower back. Joe's face showed a determination to crush my body with his massive arms, as his huge rock-solid biceps and triceps exploded with power again! I can't hold back my reaction as I throw my head back and howl like a coyote in pain! Joe had reversed the bear hug!
“Feel my power, Mule! Feel what it's like to face real POWER! ” Joe snarled. “Do you feel that big he-man body of yours failing as I gradually squeeze you into submission? Feel your muscles being slowly over-powered by my equally big and even stronger muscles as I fuck you up piece by piece?”
“Fuck you!” I snarled back. But Joe had taken control of the bear hug. Now he was the one that was large and in charge. He was gonna make me suffer!
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| Two equally muscled and equally hung musclemen, each making the other suffer excruciating pain in their mighty arms! The torture is unbearable, yet somehow erotic. Grunts, groans, moans and whimpers interrupted by frequent screams of pure pain. Tears of agony mixed with the rivers of sweat pouring off the twin mountains of muscle forming a pool on the floor. Which giant muscleman's body and mind will break first and surrender, begging for mercy from to the true Alpha Male in humiliating defeat?. |
My back felt like its was about to splinter! The fucking lumbar vertebra in my spine compressed and excruciating pain shot down the sciatic nerves in both my legs. It felt like my muscles were surrendering, one by one in my Joe's embrace as he squeezed my muscular body to its breaking point! My body jerked involuntarily as it vainly tried to find an avenue of escape.
"You're breaking my fucking back, dude!!!" I groaned. I didn't mean to say it. It had just slipped out when my body reached the point where I couldn't take anymore punishment! I had to fight my own urge to submit.
"That's the idea, you cocky, arrogant, over-confident meathead!" Joe laughed cruelly. "It's supposed to hurt, Mule," he said. "In fact, You're gonna take a lot of pain today!" Joe growled back "....because Mule, the Big internet celebrity' muscle-stud is going to be taken down by one of his own Fan Boys. That's right I am gonna break 'The Mighty Mule' in half!"
I could feel Joe's powerful abdominal muscles pushing against mine as we gasped for air. Our sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed our hard-on's that felt like hot spears trapped between our torsos, in a warm brawny embrace. Pre-cum starting to seep from the piss slits of our hard cocks, and mix with the sweat dripping from our abs. Joe and I ground our huge pecs, our muscular bellies, and our swollen cocks together. The sweat and precum cemented and fused our muscular bodies together: face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft. Our massive bodies dripped with sweat as our muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated against each other. We continued pressing our nipples together. My bullet sized nips dug deep into Joe's, like twin steel spikes.
It was clear that we were both were masters of the bear hug hold.
We both writhed in pain, groaning and gasping for breath. Like two massive boa constrictors both musclemen struggled to crush the life out of each another. Sweat poured from our bodies, our faces burned red from the strain as we winced from the others pulverizing might, our muscles bulging to their limits, our chests heaving. Biceps bulged and flexed as our huge pythons begin destroying each other's body.
With both of us hung like horses, the diamond-hard cocks trapped between our torsos also battled, his powerful abdominal muscles pushing against mine as he breathed harder.
Our mighty glutes flexed and unflexed, as we drove our cocks hard against each other! Faster and faster! In our mutual bearhug, we were squeezing each other’s muscles, our heaving abs were cracking together, our pecs mashed together, sweat mingling! We both groaned involuntarily, as our boners battled. Precum dribbled out of our piss slits, coating each other's throbbing cocks. Sweat and precum leaked out from between our tightly compressed rock hard muscles and dripped to the floor.
“You're fuck'n turned on, Mule. So am I. This is hot as fuck...NO HOMO...?" snarled Joe, between grunts. "Think you can make me shoot my load? Think you’re man enough? I’m as much of a stud as you. Maybe even more of a stud. Let's find out... If you can make me cum first then I will admit that you are the best. If I make you come first than you admit that I am the best. You think you’re better than me? Come on, Mule. It's time for us to Prove who the manliest man really is! ”
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| Our massive bodies sweaty were cemented together: face-to- face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft. Joe and I ground our huge pecs, our muscular bellies, and our swollen cocks together. |
He was grinding his strong body against mine. He was trying to spear my cock with his. At he same time, he rubbed his thickly muscled chest and hard nipples against mine. I fought back with my cock, my crotch, and my nipples. I rubbed every inch of his body with mine-his chest with mine, his cock with mine. I finally speared his cock with mine and was able to rub. Suddenly we were both lost in lust and desire as waves of pain and pleasure flowed thru us. To add insult to injury my musclebound tormentor was one of my fans from my blog!
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| Both musclemen writhed in pain, groaning and gasping for breath. They struggled to crush each another. Sweat poured from their bodies, their faces burned red from the strain as each suffered from the others pulverizing might! Their muscles bulging to their limits, their chests and abs heaving, their pre cum dripping freely as the giant cocks fought against each other like two massive boa constrictors! |
We were bucking up against each other, but now we were trying to maximize our contact to make our imminent explosion even harder. I wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine! We were moaning incoherently. We thrust and thrust pushing and slamming out sweaty, naked muscled physiques together again and again, making sure neither gave the other any relief from the onslaught.
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| It had been a rougher match than I had expected! Joe was a worthy competitor! He wrestled me to a stalemate! |
“OK, stud, let’s see it. Let’s see how much I turned you on.” With one move of his hips he pulled back from my body just enough for my huge cock to spring out hard as a rock and leaking cock snot like a leaky faucet. “Oh, yeah! Look at what I did to you, Mule. Look at that fucking rod. Fuck yeah! I’m gonna enjoy making it shoot.” Joe taunted as he slammed his body hard back into mine, closing the small space he had opened and trapping our dicks again.
I was now aware of just how super-hard my dick had become! My 9" cock, even though once again trapped between two sets of sweaty and heaving rock-hard abdominals, is pointed straight up at the ceiling and drooling a steady stream of pre-cum coating us both. My throbbing dick is almost past the point of control. I realize that at some point of the cockfight, Joe had gotten control and was beginning to successfully sexually dominate me! I was being out-sexed! I need to break his control while I still can. I seek to regain control by using my awesomely muscled body as a weapon. I know Joe loves the way I an built, and I use it to my advantage! I also use smack-talk to humiliate and embarrass Joe. I start to overcome his efforts to resist my sex-attacks and resist my efforts to force him to cum."That's right, Mule! You can feel it and you saw it with your own eyes! My cock is as big as yours, and even more powerful than yours!" Joe boasted in a deep growling whisper right into my ear, exerting his dominance.
Joe's cock began to throb. He was about to cum! But within seconds, my body tightened. My painfully rigid cock was also about to blow!
Joe yelled and I yelled at the same time! Joe was cumming. And I was cumming. His whole body jerked. Still locked together, our powerful muscles flexed with each ejaculation.
Our cocks deposited wad after wad of baby batter between our bodies, the cum was trapped between two sets of deeply ridged, flexing abs. Our powerful bodies, still glued to each other, were overcome by lustful passion as we continued to orgasm again and again! We both were grunting and groaning like a couple of gorillas rutting.
My brain had shut down, and all I could do is scream each time I shot another thick rope of baby batter. As my dick continued to shoot and I continued to yell! Joe's bearhug had his bulging biceps right on my flaring lats. My opponent felt the huge, rock-hard slabs of muscle that were my lats, as they expanded and contracted with my ejaculations. He squeezed and his iron hard, cannon ball sized biceps dug deep into my lats. We continued to cum, both determined to drain every bit of cum out of the balls of our opponent.
The match ended in a tie! With our muscular bodies locked together in a mutual bear hug, biceps flexing into each other’s ribs as we ground our cocks together until they exploded at the same time. There was no winner, it was a draw.
Joe had proven he was as much a man as I was! He had kicked my ass in our fight and had almost out-sexed me in our bearhug contest! Joe was a hellava stud!
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| Grunting and groaning, with our muscular bodies locked together in a mutual bear hug, we ground our cocks together as we each tried to crush the other! |
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| Then, with a scream, Joe threw his head back! I buried my face in Joe's thick chest as let out my own muffled scream. . We held each other tightly, lost in pain and lust, as we simultaneously shot our massive loads! |
When our moaning finally stopped, we stood there with our arms still around each other as we recovered from the homo-erotic sexual lust that had gripped us both. Absolutely no doubt about it: Joe is a 100% straight, masculine alpha male. But a cock fight between two studs is still sex, even though two masculine and virile alpha studs like Joe and me will say its not. It's just cock-fucking not real fucking so NO HOMO. But it causes as much of a physical and mental bonding as copulation. We both dropped to the floor and rolled over on our backs. just laying on the mat with our chests and abs heaving. We both were soaked with sweat and a huge amount of cum. Neither of us could talk at first, catching our breath, getting our emotions and feelings under control, and accessing the damage to our bodies. A cock fight takes a tremendous toll on the participants, both physically and mentally! So it shouldn't be a surprise that Joe and made good on our stipulation that |"First to cum loses and has to lick up the mess. " Since we had nutted at the same time we decided we would both lick up the mess. I did lick the floor and the body of my opponent clean of every drop of my cum, and Joe did the same. Not gonna lie, it was hella sexy.
I slowly eased my self lower into the hot tub, holding my lower back. My ribs were fucking killing me too, they hurt every time I took a breath. "Daymn Joe, that was a hell of a grappling session. You pulled out a win against me twice. I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter!"
Joe just gave a slight smile and then said: "Yeah, and I could have beat you a third time if the match had continued. I had already taken the first and second fall, and I still had plenty of energy left in my tank! " He flexed his right bicep to support his assertion. "But I couldn't take a chance of losing, no matter how small! The Mule is legendary for turning matches around at the end to win! I decided to stop while I was still winning..to make absolutely sure I got my bear hug ending..."
"And what an ending Joe!" I chimed up. "I was going all sorts of homo by the end of our cock fight! Fuck that was HOT as fuk, Joe! I wonder how long it's gonna take me to get interested in chicks again after a queering like that! And to think I came here here like I was doing you a favor. Double god Daymn!!! LOL"
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After our grueling grappling match, Joe and I
rehabilitated our beat up bodies in his hot tub. OK, Mule, now I want to hear the story of when you fought your Father. Let's hear it, man...and don't leave anything out! |
"Yeah, I've heard that from a lot of big cocky musclemen like you, to be honest. No offense. Just keeping it real!" Joe replied, without a hint of bragging or arrogance. Just spitting out the facts. That's Joe!
Once we had gotten comfortable in the soothing warm water jets of the Jacuzzi, Joe looked at me and said "OK, Mule, like we discussed on FB, I want to hear the story of when you fought your Father. Here, I have a copy of our FB convo on my phone..."
And thus our tale continues in Part II: Mule vs his Dad
And thus our tale continues in Part II: Mule vs his Dad
And now, a high-lighted comment on this story from Faithful Reader:
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| Wow!!! Way to go, Joe. That was a huge win for all of us "fan-boys" of Mule's Blog. You showed Mule his readers aren't just a bunch of pussies. If Mule gets too smug or condescending one of us readers will kick his ass again! |
Thanks Mule. That was great, my best match ever.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely superb - great story and great artwork !
ReplyDeleteAmazing story, love that it ended in a draw
ReplyDeleteThis is too good
ReplyDeletebest story on the internet, hopefully this get's a sequel
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you again! And I'm grateful! Truly!
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