Dale's been going back and forth on the internet with this guy that calls himself 'Truck' and measures a solid 5'11" 245. Even though Dale's a little older, Truck's been wrestling much longer. The big man doesn't think much of Dale, "You're no match for me so don't even try to challenge me." Dale has had enough of the attitude, "You don't scare me. You think I'd back down from the likes of you?" Truck messages back, "If you've got the balls then come on over. Show me how brave you are." It's a long drive but Dale's going to do it and prove that he's more than just talk.
Dale makes the 2 hour drive to Truck's house. Truck's a few inches taller and about 40 lbs. heavier and, seeing Truck in person for the first time, Dale feels like he's just taken a punch to the gut from reality. Too late to back out now, "So you think you're better than me, admit it!" "I AM better than you. I've been doing submission wrestling and NHB for years and what have you done? Cyber matches, writing fight fiction and Pro-wrestling crap! And how many matches have you done? Two? I've had hundreds of real matches. If you wanted to wrestle more you could. There's wrestlers out there everywhere. You just don't want it."
"Bullshit. Getting matches is all about access and attractibility. Desire has almost nothing to do with it. If your looks or experience make you attractive, guys will come to you. If you can travel to matches, then your access is only limited by the distance you can travel and the number of wrestlers within your range. And THAT'S why you've had all those matches." "So you actually think you're just as good at wrestling as I am?" "I'm not saying that. Of course your experience makes you a better wrestler. I'm just saying that I'm not afraid of you." "Enough of this shit. Are we gonna wrestle or what? I want to find out if you're just all mouth or do you have some guts!" "Come on asshole. I'll give you a little non-verbal fucking communication," says Dale as he gets in Truck's face. Truck strips down to his black speedo. The big man stands there waiting and glaring. Dale follows suit and tosses his clothes in a corner. The smaller man walks over and stands right in front of Truck, with just inches between them. "Well?"
"Feel this." Truck flexes his right bicep in front of Dale's face. It's hard and it's big. Dale's small hand barely covers half of the muscle but he tries not to look intimidated. "Now let's see what you've got." Dale flexes for him. He feels Dale's bicep and squeezes hard. "AAGGHH." Truck's grip hurts like hell. "Pathetic. If that's all you've got you'd better turn and run, BOY!" He leans into Dale with his chest. Dale puts his hands on Truck's pecs to shove him back. But Truck quickly picks Dale up, carries him into the mat room and slams him down on his back "OOOOOOFFFF." The force of the slam knocks the air out of the smaller man. Truck laughs sadistically, "Why don't you just give up. You can say you had a match and took a beating."
"From the likes of you?...forget it!" Dale leaps to his feet and lunges at the big man pounding his chest with forearm smashes. After his initial shock Truck drives his fist into Dale's gut, sending him down to one knee. He uses his foot to shove Dale on to his back and then straddles him with his big hands around Dale's throat. Punching Truck's ribs has no effect. The grip around his throat gets tighter as a look of satisfaction spreads over Truck's face. Dale tries pulling at Truck's wrists but it's no use. "You thought you were man enough to face me! What do you think now?" Dale goes into a panic. The big man easily and calmly destroyed him and now holds his very life in his hands. With his air all but gone, Dale gives up trying to break the big man's grip and drops his hands out to his sides. The fight took less than 2 minutes. Truck smiles as he sees Dale submitting.
Truck gets off Dale and pulls him up to his feet. Still unsteady, Dale leans into the big man. With his right hand under Dale's crotch and his left on Dale's right shoulder Truck hoists Dale up on to his shoulders and then presses the smaller man over his head. He gives a satisfied chuckle. 1...2...3...4...Up and down he lifts Dale ...5...6...7 times. "TELL ME WHO'S THE MAN?" he demands. "AAAAGGHH YOU'RE THE MAN!" ...8...9...10 times he presses Dale over his head.
"Hahahahaha, you're weak...just a weak little punk." Truck slams Dale down to the mat. He gets on top and pins Dale's arms over his head. "I could've beaten you when I was 15 years old and 165 lbs. Now that I'm a 245 lb man I can do anything I want to you and there's nothing you can do about it. NOTHING! I'm solid and strong while you're nothing but a flabby punk!" Truck gives Dale a couple of slaps to the face. But suddenly Dale gets his hands free and shoves the big man off. Truck's off balance and Dale needs to keep him that way. He drives an elbow into the side of the big man's head and then rams his knee into Truck's gut.
With Truck down, Dale seizes the opportunity to stomp him in his midsection and throw some kicks into his ribs. Before the big man recovers, Dale manages to wrap his legs around Truck's head in a figure 4, squeezing the big man's face into his crotch. While Truck is trying to untie Dale's legs, Dale punches him in the gut as hard as he can. Amazingly, Dale finds himself in control of the big man. He can't let up now. Who knows what Truck will do if given half a chance. Dale goes back to pounding Truck's firm gut. After a dozen more deep punches, Dale is finally making Truck feel some real pain.
"How's it feel tough guy? Your belly hurt? How 'bout a massage?" Dale digs his fingers into the spot where he's been punching and applies a claw hold just as deeply as he can. Truck is screaming and Dale's starting to enjoy it. Now Dale is thinking about what else can be done to put some hurt on the big guy. Then the thought occurs to him, "maybe I can actually make this big man submit! Yeah! I'm going to make this big man give up!" Then says out loud, "How 'bout it, big boy? Ready to give?" Truck screams, "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS YOU LITTLE SHIT AAAAAGGHHHHH!" Dale bears down with his claw hold into Truck's gut. "That was the WRONG thing to say,big boy!" Next Dale locks his legs around Truck's left arm and his arms around the big man's right arm. Dale bears down on Truck's wrist. OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh.
Dale straddles Truck's left thigh while bringing the big man's right leg over his right shoulder, stretching his legs apart. AAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHHHHH Dale punches him hard in his inner thigh over and over. Then Dale gives him some more punches to the gut. The big man is fading out so Dale rolls him on his stomach and wraps him up in a camel clutch. AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH.
Dale rolls Truck onto his back and straddles his chest and throws a few punches into his face. Truck's got nothing left. "Come on, tough guy! Where's your fight?" Truck moans something but he's almost out of it. Dale grabs the big boy's chin, "SAY YOU SUBMIT...SAY IT!" "ALRIGHT, YOU WIN! I'm done."
Dale is shocked with what just happened. He came into Truck's house and beat the bigger man. Dale helps Truck to his feet. Both men are exhausted. But Dale seems to be a little bit more worn down. The thought occurs to Dale, did he just let me win? "You did! You just let me win! I won't take it! Come on! Give me your best shot!" Dale gives Truck a shove in the chest. Truck grabs Dale's left arm and pulls it behind his back. The big man takes Dale's feet out from under him and drops a knee in his back. Truck laughs at the weak man's pain and dares him to get up. At last, Dale gets to his feet and immediately get wrapped up in a crushing bearhug. Minutes of agony pass, and then Truck states the facts.
"You know I'm not real, don't you?" "What do you mean, not real?" "Of course. This is a story. You wrote me. I'm in it. You're in it. Just another foolish story. You don't have any business here. What ever made you think that you belong in my world?"
Truck was right. It was all futile... a waste...vanity. And in the end, Dale could not continue. The facade was shattered...as shattered it should be.
Hi, I'm Thad. My first year at college has been rough. Still trying to figure things out. My roommate's gone for the weekend, which is cool. But my Dad, Carl told me he's coming over. Not sure what he's got on his mind. Wish I was more like him. We are built about the same - two short stocky guys. At about 230 he outweighs me by 10 lbs. The biggest difference is the fact that I'm turned on by guys. He knows it and he knows there's nothing he can do about it. I've always felt that Carl, he wants me to call him by his name, is a good looking man. Maybe that's why I like guys.
That must be him knocking on the door. "Hi Carl." "Thad, how's it going son?" "Fine. So, what's up? Any reason for making the 50 mile drive?" He looks at me and thinks. "Thad, you're a man now. Remember how we used to wrestle when you were a kid? How about we wrestle like men?" I just stare at Carl with my mouth open. The idea never occurred to me that he would see me as a man. I mean, what have I done to expect that? "Well, Thad, what do you think? You want to wrestle me, man to man?" What a strange question. But the fact is - yeah, I really would like to do that. "Sure, Dad... I mean, Carl. That sounds awesome!" I give Carl a hug and he hugs me back. But after a few moments I start feeling his hold tighten around me. "Unnnggh" "Yeah, you're a stout young man. Let's just see what you've got." After a minute he releases his bearhug. Then he turns and locks the door. He starts removing his shirt so I guess the time for wrestling is right now!
Carl is 45 years old, but looks younger. He gets his shirt off revealing his stout hairy pecs and thick biceps. There's not much hair on my chest but I work out some so I've got some biceps. I've got a flabbier gut but at 5'9" I'm a little taller than Carl. He loosens up and stretches and then flexes some. "Grrrrrrrrr. Hehe, what about it? You want to wrestle in underwear?" Again, my mouth hangs open. "Underwear?" I haven't wrestled my Dad in underwear since I was five years old. "Hey, if you get hard, don't worry about it...it happens." "Okay Carl, sure. I'll wrestle you in my underwear." We both strip down. "Okay, Thad...ready?"
Carl comes at me. He's trying to pick me up. I block him and shove him back. I get my arms around him and get him in a good bearhug. Right now he's not my Dad. He's just a strong, hairy man that I've got my arms wrapped around and it feels great! I lean back and lift his feet off the ground. I've got my arms locked tight and I'm squeezing him good. He gets a forearm under my chin and pushes on my throat. "AAAAhhhhhh." Now he's trying to slip his hands under my arms. I squeeze harder but he's strong.
Why are we wrestling? Is this about him finding out what I can do or showing me what he can do? Maybe he just wants to prove that he's still the stronger man. "UUnnnngh." He breaks my hold and picks me up and sets my back down across his knee - backbreaker! "UUUnnngh." "GRRRRR." "OHhhhhh." He's got me by the throat and thigh. "Unnnghhhh." SMACK! "OHHHhhh." - chest slap! "AAAAhhhhh." He's really pushing down on my thigh. "AAAHHHhhhh."
He drops me on to the floor and stands over me. "Come on, get up. Let's go. Show me what you've got." "OHHHhhhhhh." Back hurts - he's building up a sweat. Got his chest hair wet. I struggle to my feet. He spins me around and slaps on a full nelson. "Unnnggh." He's locking it on pretty good. Feeling his chest on my back is exciting. I feel his dick pressed against my ass. My undies are tenting pretty good now. He loads me on to his shoulders and puts me in a torture rack! "AAAAAHHH." "GRRRRR. Got to say, Thad. You're not doing too good! GRRRRR." He bounces me up and down and then sets me on the floor.
I'm flat on my back looking up at Carl. He seems pretty proud of himself. "Yeah. I still got it." He sets his foot on my chest and flexes. "1..2..3" He looks fucking awesome from down here. Guess I need to show more of a fight. Just got to get my wind back. Maybe I can wear him down. "Okay. Round 2 - let's go. On your feet." We circle around, smacking each other's hands away. I grab his leg and take him down. I get him rolled over into a Boston crab but he kicks out. I jump on him and sit on his gut. Got to get his hands pinned. Yeah - schoolboy pin! He keeps thrashing and bucking. I get my legs wrapped around his and hold on. He's trying to power his way up but I'm leaning down with all I've got. Think I might be a little stronger than he is right now! "UUUNNGGHHhh!" I got him pinned!
"I GOT YOU CARL!" My dick is still hard but he pays no notice. "How about it, Carl? You submit? Well?" He stops struggling and takes a breather. "Alright, I give." I sit on Carl's gut with my hands on his chest. "One fall for you, Thad. Feels real good, doesn't it son." I flex a little over Carl. "Yes sir! Feels pretty good!" "Alright. One fall a piece. The next fall is for bragging rights. You ready?" "Old man, if you've still got some strength left, let's do it!"
Carl holds his hands up - time for a test of strength. I lock my hands with his and start pushing. It feels like we're evenly matched. Maybe my time on the weight machine has paid off! We lean into each other, chest to chest. "You're a strong young man." "AAAHHHHH." "But not quite... strong ...enough." Carl is pushing me down. One knee down...then the other. Then he twists his hands and brings me back up. He wraps a headlock on me and forces my face into his chest. "AAAHHHHHHH." Didn't know a headlock could hurt so bad.
"AAAHHHH" "Let me know if I'm hurting you too much. But you're a man. I know you can take a little headlock." "AAAHHHHHH." Feels like my head is being squeezed between two rocks. I punch him in the gut a few times with no effect. "Are you punching my gut? We'll have to work on that later." Carl easily lifts me into a bodyslam position then walks me around the room. "WHOA!" Is he gonna throw me to the floor? "I think we've established who the champ is here today between you and me, eh Thad?"
He drops me on my bed and then drives a claw hold into my gut. "OHHHHHHHHHH." While holding on to my gut Carl sits on my face. "Yeah, you're a man. But I am THE MAN, hehe." "OHHHHhhhhhhhh." Yes he is. Carl releases the claw and moves to sit on my gut. "These claw holds are quite effective, don't you think?" "AAAAHHHHHHH!" He grabs both my pecs and squeezes hard. "OHHHHHHHHHhh." I grab Carl's wrists but that just makes him squeeze harder. "OHHhhhh. Stop, stop...I give...I give." "Hehe, okay. Just one more." He grabs me just under my armpits. "AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!" "You work on your wrestling some and then we'll talk about a rematch. Okay, you've had enough for one day. Remember this."
Then he covers me in a full body pin. He just lays there...not moving...not speaking. He's just...there. I feel his warmth and his sweat. I feel his heart beat and his breathing. And I feel...loved. "Thanks."
Big Dave is half asleep. It's six o'clock in the morning on the day after his last match with Jeff. He's still stretched out in Jeff's guest bedroom and sore from the pounding he received. Both men beat the hell out of each other in a match that ended inconclusively as neither of the men were willing or able to continue. The door creaks open. "AAAGHHHH" "AAAAAGGHHH!"
Both men howl as Jeff pounces on top of Dave. "We're gonna finish this right here and now!" Still slightly stunned and not sure if this is really happening Dave protests, "FOUL! I'm not awake!" Like Dave, Jeff is clad only in briefs, "WE'RE DOING THIS!" Jeff goes for a full nelson but Dave manages to slip free. They wrap their arms around each other and roll off the edge of the bed. "Jeff, YOU SUCK!" "Not as good as you do, chubby!" Jeff sits on Dave and tries pinning his arms down but Dave rolls around leaving Jeff sitting on his back. Jeff gets up and starts kicking Dave in the ass and then pulls Dave's briefs down and starts spanking him hard. "OWWW!" As Dave gets to his feet he gets caught in Jeff's choke hold.
"YOU GIVE?" "Not even close." Jeff gets Dave down on the floor and rubs his face on the carpet. Jeff turns Dave over and grabs his big legs for a figure four, bringing out loud moans from Dave. Before Jeff can sit down, Dave grabs him by the hair. Jeff falls down on top of Dave, covering him in a full body pin. Jeff gets up and splashes down again. "OOOOF!" After another splash Dave is gasping for air. "What's the matter, Bud? Need some fresh air? Here you go." Jeff turns around and sits down rubbing his big tightywhities all over Dave's face. Big Dave starts trying to buck Jeff off until Jeff gets a tight hold on Dave's pecs. "AAAGGHhh. NO!" "YEAH BOY! Time for your nip massage. You like it rough. Am I right?" "AAGGHHH!"
Dave can't shake free of Jeff's pec claws. Dave thinks, "What the fuck, so what if I give up. I'll let him have this match and get him back some other time. But there might not be another time!" Dave gets hold of Jeff's right foot and pulls it further back than Jeff can take. "Son of a bitch!" Jeff yells as he has to release Dave. Dave holds on to the foot and gets Jeff face down on the floor. As Dave gets his back on Jeff's back he gets an arm under Jeff's throat and pulls up on the foot. "AAGGHHH" With no time to waste, Jeff sinks his teeth into Dave's meaty forearm. "OWWWWWW!"
As Jeff gets to his feet, he's met with an uppercut to his chin. Dave quickly follows with a left and a right to the face and a strong fist to Jeff's gut. Dave moves in and wraps his bearhug around Jeff, lifting him off his feet. "YOU'RE DONE! I got you now. GIVE IT UP!" Dave presses his meaty pecs hard into Jeff's chest. Jeff settles into Big Dave's arms. The punches to his face dazed him and now he feels his strength leaving him as the big man squeezes tighter and tighter. Jeff throws weak punches into the side of Dave's head. "Thanks for getting me out of bed this morning. Striking a victory pose over you before breakfast is gonna be sweet." To finish off his beaten opponent, Dave sticks his tongue down Jeff's throat to take his breath away.
Thinking fast, Jeff squeezes Dave's nose to cut off his air supply. Dave drops the bearhug and staggers back. Dave falls onto the bed while Jeff drops to the floor. Dave lays back to relax, "I almost had you. I'll give you a minute to catch your breath." Dave closes his eyes...and when he opens them, Jeff is laying on top of him.
Jeff is working Dave's dick with his right hand and working Dave's nips with his other hand and his teeth. Dave goes into a spasm of moaning. "This will teach you to take a fucking nap on me, mmmm," Jeff mutters through a mouthful of nipple. Dave's not sure if he's losing or winning, but he knows Jeff has got him under control and that just won't work for him right now. Dave gets his hands under Jeff's shoulders and shoves him off the edge of the bed. Jeff ends up sprawled on the floor. "CATCH!" Dave says as he bounces off the bed and on to Jeff. "OWWWWWWwwwwwww!" Dave's knee catches Jeff right in the balls.
"OHHHhhh, WHAT THE FUCK?" "You want to give up?" "HELL no. Time out." "Ain't happenin'" Dave stands over Jeff. "Thanks asshole," says Jeff as he sits up and throws an uppercut into Dave's crotch. "AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" Dave crumples to the floor. Jeff is recovered enough to take advantage of the situation. With Dave on his side, Jeff gets behind him and wraps his arms and legs around the big man. With his hands locked tight on Dave's beefy pecs, Jeff starts squeezing his victim with his hands and legs. "OHHHHHHHhhhhh" Dave's groans are turning Jeff on, "MMMMMmmmmm I like the sound of that. Sounds like you're all mine. Sounds like the sound of you losing... loser. mmmmmm."
But Dave's still not giving up. He grabs Jeff by the head and starts chewing on Jeff's left ear while he rakes his knuckles over the right side of Jeff's head. Jeff responds with a series of punches to Dave's wide open gut. But Dave wrestles Jeff onto his back and gives Jeff a taste of his own. 1...2...3...4... Jeff groans as his belly gets pounded. Dave rolls Jeff onto his stomach and wraps his right arm around Jeff's throat for a headlock, wrapping his thick thighs around Jeff's right arm. "This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me." "OHHHHhhh you trying to be funny?" "Just stating facts...no way out. Give up." "OHHhhh...no." "I can hurt you like this all day. Submit to me. Say 'Dave you are the better man.'" "No. ohhhhhhh" Just then, a fortuitous bead of sweat begins stinging Dave's right eye. And just as he releases his headlock to wipe his eye, Jeff turns over, gets his arm loose and puts big Dave on his back.
In an instant, Jeff has Big Dave in a leg scissor wrapped around Dave's chest and he's got Dave's right arm locked up tight. "What were you saying about hurting me all day?" "OHHHHHhhhh." Jeff's scissor hold is squeezing Dave's chest like a bearhug. "I'll twist your arm right off. But pretty soon you won't be able to breathe after I crush all the air out of your lungs. Let's see what gives first... your arm or your lungs." "AAARRGGHHHHOHHHhhhhhhh.....OHHhhhhhh" "Come on. Tell Daddy you give up. Just say it and I'll let you go. Say it. Say it. Say" "AHHHHH I GIVE!"
Jeff rubs Dave's arm and then his chest to help ease the pain. Then he straddles Dave's big chest and takes his victory pose. "Hard fought match, buddy. Today, I'm the better man. I believe you owe me." Jeff takes his position over Dave's face, drops his briefs and slides it in. "Yeah, buddy. Your throat is mine today and it feels DAMN good. MMMMmmmmmmmmmm." Dave takes care of business and, truth be told, defeat didn't taste bad at all, "mmmmmmmmmm."
It's vacation time for Big Dave and wrestling is first on the agenda. Jeff in Ohio has been talking loads of trash so it's finally time to find out just who the alpha male is here. Jeff is taller but older and he's giving up over 50 lbs. Even though these are two tough guys, they both like to play. But that comes later. First comes the wrestling.
"How ya doin' old man?" Dave says as he approaches Jeff. "Well lookee here, it's Bob's Big Boy! What happened to your red and white overalls? You finally get too big for 'em?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "Bob's Big Boy...you know...the fat boy statue holding up the big hamburger." "That's Shoney's." "Same thing. The point is you're fat." "Fat? Feel this gut...right here...solid." Jeff feels the big solid gut of Big Dave and then rears back and drives his fist into it. Dave lets out a slight huffing sound. "That all you got? You trying to hit me or tickle me? My turn." Dave throws a punch into the other man's gut and backs him up a little bit. "Hahaha, good one. Good stout fist you've got there, buddy." The two guys share a laugh and start getting Dave settled in.
"So you want to start this fight naked?" Dave takes a moment to ponder the question, "I was planning on ripping your trunks off and shoving them in your mouth, so let's start with trunks." "No, no you ain't ripping nothing off me when I got you flat on your back and begging me to plow your throat," Jeff says with a big grin. Dave comes back, "Yeah, you're gonna have to wait a little while before you get to tongue my cock. Although I'm starting to wonder if your mouth is gonna be big enough to handle me." As Dave playfully squeezes Jeff's cheeks, Jeff's hands move over Dave's pecs. "Wait, what's this?" "Don't worry, buddy. I'm just checking your sensitivity level. Hehe. I know all about these nips of yours. I know how Ray and Walt turned the big bear into a puppy dog." Dave's already moaning. "Yeah, buddy. I could put you down right now and make you beg but that would be too easy." Dave's knees are getting weak so Jeff grabs on to him and holds him up. Holding Big Dave is an instant turn on so they share a kiss that turns into a longer kiss.
Two hours later, the men are ready for the first of the three matches that they've planned. Jeff has access to an old gym in his part of town. "Okay Dave, you ready to wrestle?" Dave nods,"It's time to put a hurtin' on ya. Ready for your whoopin'?" With a stern look Jeff tells Dave, "Get serious." "I am. I'm gonna put you down, jobberboy." "Then let's go." The two bulls slam into each other, each grabbing the other man's arms.
After three minutes of struggling to stay on his feet and hold the heavier man back, Jeff locks on to Dave's left wrist and twists it into a hammerlock. "AAARRGGGHHHHHH" Jeff brings Dave on to his toes and then shoves him down to the mat. Jeff holds on to the hammerlock and wraps his right arm around Dave's throat while he lays on the big man's back. Jeff whispers in Dave's ear, "Did you think I was gonna be easy? I may be a little past my prime, but I'm strong!" Dave groans under the pressure and feels something hard rubbing on his ass. "OHHHHHHHhhh" "You want to give now or do you want me to break this arm?" Dave can't believe how quickly Jeff took control. "Mmmmmmm, your hot ass is turning me on big time. Go on, give in to Uncle Jeff. I love having you under me like this...all wrapped up with nowhere to go. I'm starting to grow on you. You get it? hehe You feel it? mmmmmmmm." Dave groans in reply, but he can't move. The hold on his arm and around his throat is too strong. How did it come to this? Getting beaten so fast by an older and lighter man... what happened? What..."Hey! Did you hear me, Big Boy? Do you give?" "I GIVE!" "Music to my ears."
Dave rolls over on to his back and Jeff sits on the big man's chest in a schoolboy pin. Jeff flexes over the beaten man. "Yeah! Feels good! Knew I could beat you. Now you know it too." Jeff lays on top of Dave and rubs his dick on Dave's. The trunks come down and the big dicks tangle. Then Jeff moves over Dave's face and slides it in. "MMMMMMMM you know what you're doing, don't you big fella."
Next day and it's time for the second match. Dave didn't like losing as quickly as he did yesterday but Jeff is a tough opponent. The older man had lost a lot of weight over the past couple of years but was a regular at his local gym and was in shape to give anybody a tough match. For today's match body punches were allowed and Dave hoped that might give him the edge he needed. "Come on! Get your butt over here." "Dave, relax. I've got all night to give you another beating." But Dave's ready now and moves in and lands a hard shot in Jeff's gut OOOOFFFF
"Alright. Let's go" Jeff returns the favor and they both start pounding the hell out of each other's guts. Then Dave manages to get a tight headlock on Jeff, grinds it in and takes Jeff down. Before he gets worn down Jeff uses his long arms to reach into Dave's trunks and start stroking. As Dave starts to squirm out of Jeff's grip, Jeff manages to gets his legs wrapped around Dave's stout belly. "OHHHHhhhhh." "Let's see you get out of this. I can crush a watermelon with my legs. Let's see how much you can take." "OHHHHHHHHhhhh."
Dave can't lose two straight matches so he digs deep, slowly pulling Jeff's legs apart and rolling free. The men get to their feet and trade some more jabs. Jeff lands a solid punch to Dave's chest but then receives a wicked uppercut to his gut. Dave moves in and locks on a tight bearhug trapping Jeff's arms to his sides. "You think you can hold me in this? We'll see." Jeff grunts out. But before Jeff has the chance to break the hold, Dave wants to deliver enough pain to get his submission. Dave yells,"You think you've got power. I'll show you some real power." Dave's arms and chest are crushing Jeff's body and Jeff is gasping for every bit of air he can get. AAARRGGHHHhhhh. Dave continues squeezing as sweat begins to flow. Jeff's not moving. "You give cocksucker?" Still nothing. Dave gives him another squeeze and leans back raising Jeff off his feet but it looks like Jeff is out. Dave needs a submission or a pin to win so he lets go.
"GOT YA." Jeff's hands lock on to Dave's pecs in a double claw hold. The power in Jeff's hands is immense and the pressure intense. Dave's hypersensitive nips have led to his defeat too often. If he doesn't break free quickly it's going to be all over and the match lost. "FUCK NO...NOT... THIS TIME..." Dave pulls at Jeff's wrists with all he's got. To avoid a head butt Jeff gets low but he's open for a knee to the gut which Dave delivers. OOOOOF. Dave chops down on the top of Jeff's wrists until he gets free of the claw holds.
Just as Dave is about to recover, Jeff connects with a killer gut punch that bends Dave over. "Hehehe...how's that feel, Big Boy?" Jeff grabs Dave by the chin to look him in the eyes. "It's all over." Jeff wraps his thighs around Dave's head and then gets his arms around the big man's belly. He leans back, lifts Dave's legs off the ground and piledrives the big Ranger's head into the mat. Big Dave groans as he is rolled over on to his back. "I knew you were all talk," Jeff says as he puts his foot on Dave's big chest. "Look here, tubby." Jeff flexes his big guns and then sits on Dave, pinning his arms over his head. "One...Two......"
AAAARRRRGHHHH Big Dave roars as he throws Jeff off to the side. Before Jeff can collect himself, Dave drops his big body on his opponent's back and applies a Full Nelson. Locking the Nelson firmly in place, "YEAH! WHO'S THE MAN?" Dave shouts. Jeff groans in response. There's nowhere for Jeff to go. "Say Uncle! Come on...give...GIVE!" "UNCLE!" Jeff moans as Dave releases the hold. After rubbing his dick on Jeff's ass, Dave is ready for his prize. Jeff gets to all fours as Dave stands in front of him and drops his trunks. Dave gets a hold of Jeff's whiskers to bring his face up to the right level. "Okay, punk. Make me happy." Jeff takes hold of Dave's rod and does just that.
The third and final match to determine who is the Alpha will be a fight - headshots allowed. In the hours leading up to it the two men have kept to themselves in order to forget about being buddies. For this match, they are opponents going for a knockout or submission for final bragging rights. The men approach each other wearing two things - a black jockstrap and a mouthguard. It's time to get it on.
"The longer you take to go down, the more I'm gonna hurt ya," Dave says matter of factly. "You're a pussy and you know it," Jeff replies. The men measure each other with jabs as they circle the other. Jeff uses his longer reach to smack a hard one on to Dave's chin. Jeff throws a right hook but Dave ducks, moves in and powerslams Jeff to the mat. Dave manages to drive his right fist into the side of Jeff's face before getting bucked off. Back on their feet, Dave lunges forward and takes a right to his jaw. Jeff follows that with a series of gut punches which get the big man backing up. At last, Dave grabs Jeff's left arm and twists it into a hammerlock. Dave gets him on his toes and then goes for a George The Animal Steele "Flying Hammerlock." AAGGHHHH The pain is intense. After holding Jeff up in the air for a few moments, he throws him to the ground and follows with a knee to the midsection.
Dave breathes heavily as Jeff lays at his feet. "It's over." Dave wraps his legs around his opponents throat while shoving his crotch into Jeff's face. "Smell that? That's the sweet smell of defeat, Big Daddy." Jeff reaches for Dave's balls but Dave quickly takes control of that arm. But then Jeff manages to twist and turn and get Dave on to his back. Then Jeff gets Dave's legs lifted and punches Dave's balls. "OHHHHHHH." Still holding on to Dave's legs, he rolls Dave over and sits down into a Boston Crab. But before he can get it locked in, Dave kicks out to free himself from certain submission. Dave rolls off to the side. "You can run but you can't hideAAARRGGHHH," Jeff wails as Dave returns the favor, delivering an uppercut right into Jeff's crotch.
"It's time to end this shit." Dave hauls Jeff up onto his shoulders for a torture rack! "AGGHHHhh." "This is for punching me in the balls!" "AAGGHHHH." "And this is for making me drink your cheap-ass beer!" "AAAGGHHHHHHHhh." "And this is for..." But Jeff manages to punch Dave in the back of the head and shake himself free and on to his feet behind Dave. Without turning around, Dave kicks his leg out and catches Jeff square in the gut. "OOOOF." Jeff manages to stay on his feet and fire a kick into Dave's left thigh. As Dave goes down to his knees, Jeff moves in to knock him out but instead receives a brutal shot to his gut. Both men face each other on their knees and start trading haymakers, each trying to outlast the other.
Dave screams, "YOU'RE DONE, GIVE IT UP!" as he connects with another blow to Jeff's head. "FUCK YOU! YOUR FAT ASS IS MINE!" Jeff shouts as he punches Dave in the mouth. AAGGHHHHHHHH - The fists keep flying for 5 minutes until both men are hanging on to the other to keep from falling over. At last Dave falls backward with Jeff on top off him. But nobody's counting. A minute passes and Jeff rolls off to the side with Dave rolling over on top of him...still no count. Finally, both men are flat on their back and out cold.
A half hour later, Jeff wakes up and sees Dave. "Hey. Wake up. Wake up." "What? Did I win?" Jeff tells his buddy, "I think we beat each other silly. I just woke up. You want to fight some more?" "Fuck no. My head hurts like hell." Jeff says,"So who won?" Dave thinks about it, "You woke up first. I guess you did." "No, no that's not winning. That's just not losing." Dave gives Jeff a shove, "I say you won!" "Fuck you, man. You won!" The men roll around on the floor until Dave gets Jeff wrapped up in a bearhug. "I submit." "Wait a minute," Dave says. "I didn't even ask you." "Doesn't matter, I just submitted!" Dave shakes his head and says, "Fuck this. Let's go shower off and go to bed." "I'm with you buddy." So the two men lumber off to the shower before hitting the hay for about as much hot sex as two men can manage after just beating the fuck out of each other.