Mack is well known and highly respected among those who follow Internet wrestlers. He runs about 5'10" and 260. Though his photos always show the face of an intimidating man, his opponents know him to be a real gentle man...until it's time to wrestle.
There was nothing going on this Tuesday night so the recently retired Mack turned in early. But just after 2 AM, he awoke to a noise coming from his living room. Someone was definitely in his house. Two voices were whispering loudly. "I told you I could get you in." "Keep it down, let's just get the electronics and get out." "Relax, the guy that lives here is just some fat old dude. What's he gonna do? If he shows up I'll scare the shit out of him and if he gives us any trouble I'll make sure he never talks to the cops!"
Wearing only blue briefs, Mack is in the hall listening intently. The two thieves have been looking around with flashlights. "Hey, I'm gonna turn the light on in this room." Just before he hits the switch, the shorter thief gets hit hard with a fist to the side of his face which is followed by two more blows sending the young thief down and out. The other thief swings his flashlight in the direction of the scuffle and sees a nearly naked hulk of a man rushing toward him. The burglar's hands start shaking and he drops the flashlight. As he reaches down to retrieve it two big arms encircle his back. Mack grabs the crook up, swings him on to his shoulder and slams him down hard on to the floor. As the thief struggles to get to his feet, he's met with a wicked uppercut that puts him flat on his back.
Mack turns on the light to survey the damage. His living room looks alright, but the two thieves are out cold. Satisfied with his handling of the two young toughs, he thinks to call the cops and have these jerks hauled away. But another thought occurs to him. Mack breaks into a smile and with a glint in his eye he plans on having some fun with these two.
15 minutes later one of the young thugs comes to, tied to a chair in the basement of the house with a large wrestling mat in front of them. "Wha...what the fuck? Joey, wake up! Where are we? Joey!" "Son of bitch! What just happened" the younger and shorter thief comes to. "Cole, you ASSHOLE! I thought you said this guy was some fat old dude? SO HOW COME WE'RE THE ONES TIED UP?"
"Okay,men. It's almost 3 in the morning so let's get this show on the road." A stout man in his early 60's steps into the room, wearing a black wrestling singlet that shows off his powerful chest. Salt and pepper hair covers his head and torso. "So you thought you'd let yourselves into my house and help yourself to my possessions. How 'bout if we do something else." As Mack does some stretching he explains, "I'm a wrestler and pretty good at it. If either or both of you can beat me by pin, submission, or knockout, I'll let you take what you want and walk on out of here. But if I beat you, then I take what I want...or I can just call the cops right now."
"We'll do it." "Cole, are you crazy? Look at him!" "Shut up Joey, I wrestled in high school and I've seen you knock a man out so we're doin' this!" Mack happily nods his head, "Now I realize that I weigh almost as much as the two of you combined, but I'm also at least twice as old as either one of you. So I think it all evens out," Mack says with a half-smile. "I'll take you on one at a time. Then, if you're still able, I'll take you both on at the same time. Who's up first?"
"I got this, old man." Mack unties Cole's hands. Cole, all of 5'10" and 170 lbs, gets up. His High School experience only lasted a couple of years but he did win a few matches for his team. Cole strips down to his briefs and limbers up. "You're gonna regret this, freak!" The young man approaches Mack who immediately grabs Cole's left arm and twists it behind his back. Then the big man sits down while applying a grapevine to the startled young thief. AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH-
As the younger man screams his response to Mack's crushing hold, he manages to get out "I GIVE I GIVE." "Hold that thought. I haven't asked you yet." Mack rolls him on to his stomach, puts his feet in the back of Cole's knees and then rolls back, lifting him in an upside down surf-board. As the big man pushes up with his feet he pulls down on Cole's extended arms. AAAAGGGHHHHH
"You give?" "I GIVE." "Fine. Now let's get you back in your chair. There....okay, Joey is it? Let's go." After putting the exhausted Cole back in restraints, Mack unties Joey from the chair. Joey, about 5' 7" and 165 lbs soaking wet, nervously rises for his match. And after seeing what happened to Cole, Joey is, in fact, covered in sweat. Joey strips off his shirt and jeans. "Alright, young man, come at me!" Cole cheers him on, "Come on Joey, knock the fat bastard out!" Big Mack and little Joey circle each other. "So, you want a fist fight? Is that it?" Mack says as he sees Joey put up his fists. "Let's see what you've got, little man." Joey throws a right that brushes Mack's left cheek and follows with a left that hits Mack square in the chest. With the palm of his right hand Mack smacks Joey's forehead and then hits him in the chest, shoving the young man back 4 feet. Still on his feet, Joey comes back determined to land a knock-out punch. Joey swings wildly with a right that Mack catches in his big left hand, and then a left that is also caught. In a flash, Mack catches Joey up in a bearhug, crushing the young man into his massive chest. A loud wheezing sound is heard as the air is squeezed out of Joey. Then Mack loads Joey on to his shoulders for a torture rack. AAAARRRRGGHHHHhhhhuuh FUUCKK! STOP!
Dropping Joey face down onto the mat, Mack lands on the young thief's back and gets him in an armbar. Joey grimacing in pain, pounds on the mat with his free arm. "Okay, young man, let me hear the words." "I give, I give, aaagghhhhh." "That's just fine. Now I'll give you and your fellow thief a few minutes to get it together. Then I'll take you both on. Maybe that way you two can make a better show of it." Mack goes and splashes some cold water on his face and chest. This time of night he'd normally be sound asleep. Then he goes over to his punching bag and smacks his fists into it several times as if he's getting ready to knock someone through a wall. "Joey! Get up! Come untie my hands!" Cole whispers. But Joey, still recovering from the arm bar is too slow. Mack comes over, "Yes Joey, untie Cole's hands. It's time we finish our little contest!"
The two young thieves circle around Mack. Cole chimes up,"There's no way you can beat us both, you fat fuck!" Joey gets behind Mack and jumps on his back while Cole tries grabbing on to Mack's hands. Cole drives his knee into Mack's balls, and then the big man goes down. As Joey continues trying to apply a strangle hold, Cole goes to kicking Mack's ribs. "YEAH! YEAH! HOW YOU LIKE SOME OF THAT! CHOKE HIM JOEY!" Finding himself at last in a real fight, Mack drives his foot into Cole's right knee and then drives a hard elbow into Joey's side. As Mack sits up he catches a fist to his right ear from Joey. Then Cole jumps into the pile as the three men are a tangle of arms and legs.
Mack then connects with a hard stunning left to Cole's face. Flat on his back the big man then grabs Joey in a reverse bearhug and uses him as a shield against Cole's kicks and punches. "Kick his arms, you dumb fuck!" Joey shouts. With Mack constantly moving Joey from side to side, Cole piles on top of Joey with Mack still holding on to Joey in the reverse bearhug. As soon as Cole gets on top, Mack rolls them both over and gets on top with Cole facing Joey beneath him. With his left arm wrapped around Joey's neck, Mack starts punching the shit out of Cole. 3 hard rights to the face and Cole's eyes start to glaze over. Mack starts applying a sleeper hold to Joey, but just as the young thief begins to weaken he lets go of the hold.
Mack gets to his feet, grabs up Joey and bodyslams the young man across Cole's belly. With both young men nearly out, Mack repeats the move and slams Joey on top of Cole two more times. "I think you boys are done!" Mack feels like winning his 2 on 1 fight requires a victory pose, so he lifts Joey onto his shoulders, presses the young man over his head and then puts his bare right foot on top of Cole's chest. "YEAH! How's the view from up there young man? And you on the floor, how 'bout you?"
Mack drops Joey beside Cole and proceeds to put a knee onto each of the punk's bellies. He then leans forward and with his left hand holding Joey's chin and his right hand holding Cole's Mack asks the young man on his right, "YOU GIVE?" "...yeah." "YEAH, WHAT?" "yes sir." "WHAT ABOUT YOU?" "yes sir." Satisfied, Mack flexes his big hairy pecs over the two beaten young thugs.
"You came into my house to take what you want, now I'll take what I want. Both of you on your knees." As Cole and Joey do so, Mack starts to take off his singlet. "As you young fellas can see, this fight's got me pretty worked up. And I've got 8 hard inches here that needs to be satisfied." The young men seem unsure. "Or if you guys want to continue this mismatch..." Big Mack flexes his big beefy arms over the thieves. The punks get ready to comply. "You'll take turns sucking my dick. Open wide, boys!"
The face fuck continues until Mack has shot a load down each of the thugs' throats. "Not bad, boys, not bad...now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of my house! DO NOT let me see either one of you again!" Joey and Cole wipe the cum off their mouths, grab their gear and run for the door just as the first morning light signals the end of this long night. Mack goes to take a much needed shower.
The Big Ranger Gets Tested-------Fightfiction by BamaJDon41
My friend Dave is a Park Ranger. Some would call him a fat man. He might even refer to himself that way. But I know better. Dave is a BIG man with big muscles. He's not a young man but keeps himself in shape. A little under 6' tall and nearly 300 lbs, Dave doesn't back down from any man. Yet every once in a while, some young stud comes along and tries to prove himself. One such stud, Jason from Portland, came around and thought he'd show everyone how much of a man he was.
6' 1" and about 235 lbs of ripped muscle, the 24 year old, blond haired Jason looks hot! Hearing about Ranger Dave's fighting prowess, Jason and his friends are making jackasses of themselves hoping to goad Dave into a confrontation. Dave has had enough, "hey! You guys are going to have to settle down! The other Park visitors don't want to hear your foul language. Show some class!" Jason sneers at the Ranger, "I hear some guys say you're tough. You don't look so tough to me. You want to put that beer keg you call a gut a little closer and I'll show you who deserves some respect, you fat bitch!" Dave stands in front of Jason, "I know your type...always trying to show how tough you are...showing off your biceps to anybody that cares and some who don't. But I'm working now and I'll thank you to respect Park regulations."
Jason and his friends laugh at Dave, "Hahahaha, just what I thought - behind that badge you're just a pussy! A big, fat PUSSY!" Dave steps up to Jason, "I've tried to be respectful, but you obviously want a fight! There's a clearing just beyond those trees. Be there tonight at 9:00 and we can settle this like men." "Sweet!" Jason and his buds are high-fiving, ecstatic that they got just what they wanted.
Ranger Dave returns to his office and sees his friend and co-worker, "Bob, looks like we're going to have a little action tonight." "Oh yeah? How's that? Something to do with that commotion that was going on outside a while ago?" "Yeah, one of those young punks wants to show me how tough he is...called me a fat bitch!" "Ohhhhh, this I got to see! I'm going with you ... back you up. You never know when you might need a hand." Dave was happy to have someone covering his back.
Jason was more than just a loud-mouthed well-muscled punk. He'd had quite a few fights back in Portland and won almost all of them. He'd done some wrestling but mostly just liked to use his muscles to bully his opponents. It was obvious that Ranger Dave was more than twice Jason's age and in a foot race, Dave would have no chance against the young stud. But this would be no foot race. Dave and Bob arrived at the clearing at 9:00. Ten minutes passed before about 7 or 8 young guys showed up, passing a bottle between them and making about as much noise as possible. "Okay, fat man. Let's do this." Jason whipped off his t-shirt and started flexing his ripped muscles for Dave and for his pals. After unbuttoning his uniform shirt the big Ranger moved his suspenders out of the way just long enough to remove his shirt and hand it to Bob. Dave flexed his arms for the punk, "you sure you want this?" Jason grabbed his crotch and responded, "you sure you want this, bitch?" at that, Jason's friends howled with laughter.
Jason starts bouncing around, loosening his arms up, "let's go old-timer." The opponents circle each other, Jason getting his range, tossing jabs before moving in with a hard left that Dave quickly dodges. Dave plants his fist in the middle of Jason's pecs backing the young tough up. "That all you got, fat man? You ain't shit!" Jason manages to land a couple of hard blows to the Ranger's gut. Dave swings a hard right at the young body-builder that misses and leaves him off balance. Jason trips Dave up and shoves him to the ground following with 3 quick hard kicks to the big man's ribs. Dave rolls away in pain and while getting to his feet takes a knee to the face which staggers him. Not wasting any time, Jason plants a hard kick into Dave's big gut. As Dave bends over, Jason grabs him in a headlock. As he squeezes the lawman's face into his well muscled pec the young man taunts, "I knew this was going to be easy but you're just pathetic...a pathetic old pussy!" Jason cranks up the headlock and pounds his right fist into Dave's face before hip-tossing the bigger man down.
"I'm gonna have you begging and squealing like that fat man in that movie, Deliverance. Except I ain't no ugly-ass hillbilly!" With that Jason turns to pose for his pals. With a sneer on his face he turns back to face Dave unaware that the big man has quickly gotten to his feet. Jason's face is met by the Ranger's big right fist with a 'SMACK' square in the jaw. Seeing the young punk dazed, Dave moves in to take advantage. Grabbing Jason by the hair, Dave delivers 5 quick punches to the gut and then easily picks the stud up and bodyslams him to the ground with a 'THUD'. Jason gets his wind taken out by a knee dropped hard into his midsection. The Big Ranger follows that up by straddling his opponent and sending a left, right, left into the reeling young man's face. Big Dave then does some posing of his own over the younger man, "you had enough, BOY?"
"Get your fat, bitch-ass off me!" To that Dave responds with a right to the punk's mouth. "You may not respect me or the law, punk, but you're gonna respect my fists!" Dave let's Jason get to his feet and gets ready for another round. Some of Jason's friends are looking suspiciously like they're about to jump Dave from behind. Bob steps up, "I wouldn't do that boys." Bob pats the holster holding his sidearm and the guys back down.
Jason gets up knowing that he's taken more damaging hits than he ever imagined and he's got to turn this fight around quick! He throws a couple of hard kicks at Dave's left thigh and one at his left arm. Dave throws a right that misses and then takes a fist to the balls from Jason. "Yeah, now we're talking, fat pussy!" Quickly Jason lands a series of blows to the side of Dave's head and then kicks the big man in the ass. The big Ranger stumbles to the ground and gets stunned by a foot to the face. The young body-builder grabs the opportunity to put his foot on the big man's chest. "Yeah, bitch! Check these biceps out! I bet you never saw abs and pecs like mine out here in the sticks!" Jason flexes his well cut physique for the big man under his foot. "You ready to squeal for me, fat pig? Squeal real good and maybe I'll let you suck my dick before I knock you the fuck out. Come on, Gramps... SQUEAL!"
While Dave is admiring the view of the young stud, he's a long way from getting knocked out. As the younger man's ego is getting the better of him, Dave is recovering from the ball shot and has plans of his own. As Jason sits down on the big man's belly, he runs his hands over his opponents remarkably firm pecs. "Your pecs aren't half bad, for a FAT OLD PIG!" With that final insult Dave bucks up and throws the young stud off to the side. Dave gets up first and lands a haymaker right in the rising Jason's face which almost knocks the young man out. Quickly, Dave wraps up the muscle man in a crushing bearhug, trapping his opponents arms. Jason has never felt a bearhug like this before. "What's that you were saying...about an old fat PIG?" on the word pig, Dave ramps up the pressure. "Talk to me now, PUNK! Talk to me! You gonna make me SQUEAL?" Dave squeezes tighter bringing out what sounds like a squeal from his victim..."EEEEAAAAHHHHUUH." "Who's a bitch now, HUH? My PECS still feel good to ya?" Jason tries to flex his way out of the bearhug but finds himself outmatched, outmuscled and overpowered. Finally exhausted, Jason has nothing to say now...all he can do is groan in the big man's arms.
Jason's friends are astonished at what they've witnessed. They'd never seen the muscular young stud handled like that. Big Dave sees their reaction and gives them a show. With his opponent all but out on his feet, the big man lifts him on to his shoulders and with a loud grunt hoists the muscle man over his head in a gorilla press! Dave ROARS, "YEAH, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, BOYS?" While holding Jason over his head, Dave asks the beaten man, "YOU GIVE, COCKSUCKER?" Jason can only moan out an affirmative. Dropping the young muscle stud on the ground, the big Ranger proceeds to slip off his suspenders and then drop his pants and briefs. Big Dave is hard...rock hard as he stands over his defeated opponent. He puts a foot on the young muscleman and flexes his guns as he lets out a 'RRRROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR.'
"Okay, cocksucker...time to suck MY dick. You give me any trouble and I'm gonna hurt ya." Dave raises his fist to emphasize the point. Jason's compliance prompts Dave to flex his pecs over the beaten man and then take a seat on Jason's face. As Jason's friends begin to shuffle off into the night, Bob goes over, raises Dave's hand in victory and heads out. Alone with his prize, Dave slides his rock hard, beer-can cock in and begins to fuck Jason's fine mouth with all his considerable might. Inspired by the muscular physique of the young body builder, the big Ranger's fucking reaches new heights. As Big Dave plays with Jason's beautiful pecs, the younger man gives in to the pleasure of his defeat. In between moans, Dave says to the young man, "ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful relationship, mmmmmmmmm."
Jack and Andy Have a Fight fiction by BamaJDon41
I'd been in touch with the man out west for some time. We'd discussed getting together and doing some boxing. Nothing like a pro bout. Just a good workout to have a good time. He lived some distance from me but I finally found the time to make the trip. I followed his clear directions and found his house easily. It was a warm, spring day in south Texas. I rang the door bell and Jack answered. He looked just like his photos and seemed happy to at last meet me. Jack shook my hand revealing a powerful grip. Clearly he was a regular visitor to his local gym. Jack was in his 60's and went about 5'10", 225 lbs. We were evenly matched in size if not in expertise.
"Andy, glad to finally meet you. Come on in." After a little small talk, Jack showed me around his house. Then, he showed me his workout room where we would have our bout. "Nice place you've got here, Jack. So when do you want to do some boxing?" "How about now?" Jack replied. That seemed rather sudden, but he didn't seem to want to waste any time. And neither did I. Jack suggested, "You can change in here. I'll go to my room and get into my trunks.
A few minutes later, Jack reappeared in a pair of red boxing trunks, black gloves and barefoot. I smiled, "Wow, you're really eager to get going!" Jack returned my smile, "You need help with that glove, Andy?" He helped me get my right glove on and we were ready for our first bout. I felt butterflies of anticipation. After talking about doing it for so long our first match was finally happening. I knew he wouldn't be wearing shoes so neither was I. I had on a new pair of black trunks.
We touched gloves and squared off. The mood became dead serious. We had earlier agreed on just body punching so my first move was a right to Jack's gut. He took it without a wince. His gut was hard. Even though he was a few years older, his body looked stronger than my own. We circled around feeling each other out. Then, with unexpected speed, Jack landed a hard punch to the side of my jaw which sent me reeling. I went down to one knee and tried to shake it off. I was seeing stars! "What the fuck, Jack? This isn't what we talked about!" Jack just smiled and said, "get up. You've got gloves on. Use them."
"Fine. You want a real bout then you've got one, old man!" Jack didn't like that last thing I said. Probably shouldn't have said that, I thought. I got up and faced off with my opponent. This had suddenly become a little more real than I was prepared for. But now was as good a time as any to find out what I could do with the gloves on...and find out what he could do! I got up and was met with another hard jab to the jaw which backed me up. Jack followed with three punches to my gut which had me doubled over. He could have knocked me out right then but Jack was in no hurry to end this fight.
Once I got my wind back I was determined to take it to the more experienced fighter. I faked to my right and caught him with a hard left hook to the ribs. We traded shots for a couple of minutes and then I heard a timer go off. He'd set his phone to signal the end of rounds.
After about 25 minutes we'd completed 5 rounds and I was drenched in sweat. Jack had a little perspiration on his forehead. I was breathing heavily while he was showing no signs of fatigue.
As I sat resting after the last round, Jack calls out, "Hey, Andy. Why don't we make this more interesting and at the same time help you to cool off. Let's lose the trunks." I welcomed the change. And then he said, "might help if we lost the gloves, too."
The buzzer sounded to start the next round. It had become a bare-knuckle, bare-ass fight. And I immediately realized that Jack had cranked it up a notch. He started peppering my arms with his bare fists. I landed two rights to his pecs which he barely noticed. "Come on, ya sissy, hit me!" Jack shouted. He planted a hard fist to my belly button that stunned me. I kept listening for the buzzer to go off to end the round but heard nothing. Jack sensed my concern. "No more rounds. We go 'til one of us drops and quits," he said. Jack kept landing hard punches to my body plus the occasional jab to my face. For every punch of mine that connected, he landed four. Clearly the man was toying with me and enjoying himself immensely. I could see the satisfaction on Jack's face as he demonstrated his boxing superiority.
Another five minutes and I was hanging on to Jack in a clinch. He taunted, "Come on, Andy. We've been at it for less than 30 minutes." I'd taken at least 100 hits in that time, maybe more. I was almost out on my feet but didn't want to admit how spent I was. I held on to Jack, hoping to buy a little time. But then Jack's hands went down low in my back and drew me closer in. The clinch turned into a bearhug. I tried pushing out of it but, while I had faded badly, Jack had barely weakened at all. He smiled as I gasped for air, "yeah, I think it's time this turned into a wrestling match!" I yelled, "come on Jack, give me a break!" Jack would have none of it.
After continuing to wear me down in a tight bearhug against his hard body, Jack decided to pick me up, hold me up in the air, and then slam me on to the mat. He laughed hard as I held my aching back. But the onslaught continued. He pulled me up by my hair and slapped on a vicious headlock. His left nipple rubbed my right cheek and I started becoming aroused. I wrapped my hands around his left thigh to try and lift him but I was too tired. Jack hip tossed me down to the mat and upped the pressure on the headlock. I tapped his belly, signaling him that I'd had enough, but my tap was utterly ignored. Instead he wrapped his muscular legs around my midsection and squeezed hard. As Jack lay on his side he punched my chest repeatedly. The scissor hold was then moved around my head. I felt on the edge of blacking out but Jack kept waking me with body blows. He then lay on his back as his thighs squeezed my throat, my face held tight in his crotch.
"Okay, enough wrestling...get up," Jack stated matter of factly. I lay looking up at the ceiling...getting up seemed unlikely. Tired of waiting, Jack pulled me to my feet and moved me against a wall and then said, "let's go." His fists started landing all over my upper body. I tried covering up, even throwing a few weak punches, but I had nothing left. After one more hard fist to my gut I sank to the floor.
Jack was standing tall in front of me and so was his cock. All he said was, "you know what I've just won. Now give." I was so beat I couldn't move. Jack grabbed me by the hair and ground his fist in my face, "GIVE!" I'd taken enough of a beating and quickly answered, "yes sir."
I didn't like the way a friendly match had turned into a brutal beatdown. But I gave Jack what he demanded. He earned it. And there was no denying...the man had a beautiful cock.