Muscles In Trouble
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Mark Duke
A few nights ago Jay and I had a pretty intense first meeting at the gym.
It's been a few days... Long enough to satisfy the voice in our head, the one that says 'I don't want to contact too soon to seem desperate but don't want to drag it out too long to seem disinterest.
A buddy of mine told me about an event coming up tonight at a local club that, based on our interests, I thought Jay might be interested in.
I had everything I needed and I knew I had enough for him too from a few years ago. He's kind of nervous and unnecessarily (in my opinion) shy, but I think I could probably work some of my Bull magic and convince him.
I pull on my trunks
. Make sure the red logo
on each upper thigh is positioned right
I put on my simple black boots
with my gloves
Mark Duke
Satisfied that it all looks good and is riding well, I go and shoot Jay a text "Hey stop by my place around 5. Wanna ask you sumpin 😈😁"
Then I make myself a drink and settle in on the couch to finally watch the 'Andor' finale.
The Big C
sits next to me and lays her head on my lap. I scratch her ears absentmindedly through the heart tugging processional and up to the final credits.
A few minutes later there is a firm but hesitant (?) knock at the door... Big C makes a beeline and thumps her tail excitedly as she anticipates a new potential source of chin scritches...
I make sure everything is situated properly then open the door with a hand on the collar holding Big C Back.
I stand there only in my wrestling gear as if asking 'You like?'. I give you a big confident grin. "Hey Jay welcome to Casa del Torro".
Jobber333
I knew both Mark and I wanted to see each other again. Soon. But, neither of us wanted to be ‘that guy’ who’s over anxious. But, I got a text from him to come by his place today at 5. Dinner and drinks? And, maybe some fun?
I struggled with what to wear, but finally decided on just jeans and a tee. Casual, and not too hard to change if I need to. Made sure there’s a button down in the car, just in case I’m too casual. Put the address in, and took off. Surprisingly, we really don’t live far from each other. I’m surprised we’ve never run into one another; I’d certainly remember Mark anywhere I saw him. A little later, and I’ve parked the little Fiat in the street in front and made my way to the door.
Knock, but not too loud. Don’t want to seem like I’m trying to break the door down. But, I’m anxious and excited. Lifting my arm, I take a sniff, just to be sure I’m still good. And, that’s when the door opens. I look up and put my arm back down, and then drop to my knees right on the porch!
”Whos my new buddy?” as I hold my arms wide, inviting a hug from the enormous dog."
This dog excitedly wags her tail... that's when I really notice what you’re wearing. Skin tight trunks that make me glad I’m already on my knees. Boots and gloves. “Right into the foreplay Mark?”
Mark Duke
You go down on your knees and invite the Big C in... I let her go and she springs forward to lick your face. My admiration for you goes up as you fulfill one of my big rules 'must love dogs'.. even when they are miniature horses. She Covers you with sloppy kisses... I pull her back , click My tongue and point inside . With a sad face she obeys..
I chuckle at your comment and offer you a hand up. Leading you inside...
"Well I guess at times a good rastle is indistinguishable from foreplay... But this ". i hold my hands wide letting you take it all in "might be best described as enticing you into the foreplay".
I wink at you... lascivious grin on my face.
Jobber333
I take your big, rugged hand helping me up off of the porch. A little disappointed your dog was banished, but after all, you are the reason I’m here.
I look around as you bring me in. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this does read as you. Agreeing that rasslin is indistinguishable from foreplay, you spread your big arms wide.
I go a little weak in the knees. You seem to know instinctively how to get to me. “But this might be best described as enticing you into the foreplay,” you say with a wink.
“Gawds Mark, you don’t need to try and entice me. Hell, you hardly have to even ask,” I say with a weak chuckle.
Looking at you, I let out a weak sigh. I don’t understand how you’ve got such control, such influence, already. “Or, should we just skip the foreplay and I jump right at your big pecs?”
Mark Duke
I laugh at your comment about my pecs and do a little pec bounce for you "hey if I display it I ain't gonna even try to stop you, but just a taste huhn?"
Jobber333
You laugh, and invite me to as your huge pecs dance in temptation. I look up at you, your extra height and bulk simply adds to my desire. Licking on your brawny right pec, I pinch your left nipple between my fingers. With a sigh, I move over to your thick left pec and pinch your right nip. I stay a minute, and then back away slightly, looking up at your handsome face. “Just a taste.”
Mark Duke
My nipples, as you know, are incredibly sensitive. The moans I produce in response are enhanced by memories of our previous encounter...I chuckle a bit awkwardly as I try to cover up my arousal, but in these tight trunks that's a losing battle...
Mark Duke
I grin at you as I lead you over to the bar. . As you notice the big robot I laugh "don't worry BarData ain't been activated since I brought him here after I stepped down as Head Coach. He was part of my severance package".
I grin. As I make myself a Jameson rocks. "What can I get you?"
Jobber333
You moan deep in your thick chest as I pinch your nipples. “Lucky you didn’t say I could have a taste of those redwoods you call legs. You might never get me up past these quads,” I say as I backhand pat them.
You lead me over to a bar that I hadn’t noticed. There’s a life size Star Trek or Star Wars style ROBOT that looks like he’s tending!
“Head Coach? Severance package? What were you coaching that they’d give you a ROBOT as part of your severance?”
I have plenty of ideas, but I want you to explain THIS! “Ummm, I’ll have what you’re having, if you’ve got enough whiskey…”. I look around.
The bar is private, which is an interesting trick as it’s still mostly open to the living room.
“So, you like wrestling, you were a coach, and unless I’m misunderstanding - and, I don’t think I am,” I add with a grin and wink ..." you enjoy things masculine, as someone used to call it. Code for rough. I think you’ve got a STORY!”
Mark Duke
I indicate BarData as I give you the drink I raise my glass "slainte agus saol agat"
"Okay, when I was running The Academy, we had a more than generous expense account from our backers. I fenaggled numbers and was able to get this slick robot bartender on their dime. Had it added to my contract agreement as part of my severance package."
"So when I stepped down, I got to take him with me. Unfortunately he's got a few...let's call them programing quirks that require regular maintenance..." I sigh "unfortunately the dude who did that maintenance... Well let's just say we ain't on speaking terms and leave it at dat."
I point at BarData again "so that's why I've never turned him on."
I run my drink along your biceps and watch the condensation run down "and you definitely know I like masculine things"
Has pulled herself up on a barstool next to you and sets her head down with a heavy, attention seeking sigh. I scratch her head absentmindedly as I continue..
I chuckle as I still stand "I definitely got STORIES, ". I wink and grin as I take a sip,.
I put my arms out a bit and turn around 360 to let you see everything about my gear.
"...But this gear is probably the most relevant topic for conversation. Definitely requires a bit of explanation."
Jobber333
You indicate the robot and raise your glass, saying something in Irish. I have a guess it’s a standard health toast, but I don’t speak the language and didn’t quite make it all out.
For a brief instant, I wonder how many languages you speak. Definitely not a stereo-typical big jock.
Then, you mention running The Academy. Now, I’m really confused. The only Academy I knew about was a soft core male porn company focused on law enforcement and military and bondage and discipline. But, you’re not old enough for that…
“I’m sorry Mark, but… what Academy?” I’m intrigued by what you call programming quirks, but I don’t know enough programming to even be believable as a source of help. But, then, intriguingly, you say the guy that used to do the maintenance isn’t on speaking terms with you anymore.
I shiver as you run your drink along my bicep and say that I know you like masculine things. I blush, but before I can say anything, your dog comes in and sets her head on a stool clearly wanting to be petted and scratched. Then, you tell me you definitely got stories.
”Mark, I’m starting to think you’re an onion. As soon as one layer is revealed, I find out there’s another one directly underneath!” With that, I start to scratch the pup.
Then, you spread your arms, letting me really see your wingspan for the first time.
You turn around and I go back and forth between you and the lack of gear you’ve got on. Clearly, you’re making a point, I just am not connecting the dots!
That’s when you say the gear is the most relevant topic for conversation. “I’ll take your word for it. From where I’m sitting, there’s any number of things, a veritable plethora, of topics for conversation! But, please. Do tell…”. I say that with a smile, enjoying the display you’ve arranged for my viewing pleasure. And, I am SO GLAD I’m sitting and you’re not paying quite close enough attention to notice how hard I am at your stance.
Mark Duke
I smile and take a deep breath...
Jobber333
You take a deep breath, continuing to turn before stopping. You really are pretty magnificent. Big black boots supporting diamond calves. Thick man crushing thighs. A perfect ass that I could get lost in for days. Impossibly narrow waist with skin tight blue trunks that leave me wanting so much more, great abs that aren’t too cut. Huge thick chest supporting ridiculously broad shoulders with massive arms hanging down ending in impressive gloves. And, a thick neck supporting, to my eyes at least, an incredibly handsome face. With that smile… “Come on, you can do it. You can tell me…”
Mark Duke
Your slight mocking of my nervousness makes me chuckle. I place one of my big paws on your thigh and start to massage it through the fabric of your jeans ...
"So remember when I told you that I didn't need to beat you senseless before messing,? But it's more fun that way?". I let you think for a moment
"Well this ...". Indicate the wrestling gear "is part of that. I do pro fights on the side and the actual physical exertion is erotic as shit for me. Part of why I never wrestled in high school is 'cussa the fact that it's damn near impossible for me to press flesh wid a dude and NOT pop a bone."
I grin as I my hand continues to massage your thigh...
"well I discovered there's a whole underground wrestling scene that doesn't even try to hide the homo-erotic elements of pro wrestling, in fact they embrace it for mooks like me who like a fight as much as a fuck."
"So I was 17 when I discovered that and it's been my thing ever since. I love it and I enjoyed our little meet and greet t'utha day enough that I thought I'd like to see if you'd be into doing some rasslin with me....would you be interested in doing that wid me"
Jobber333
Listening to what you’re saying, I’m getting excited. Although, that could also be due to your big paw on my thigh. Your massaging and squeezing of my leg feels so good. I’m pretty sure you’re noticing the lump in my jeans now, though.
“I DO remember you saying that about beating me.” I consider how to react and “I thought you were teasing, though. You kept… ignoring it when I’d bring it up.”
Looking at you very closely now, with you standing next to me, I can see how huge and powerful you are.
“I mean, getting hard wrestling around isn’t a big deal. We were just talking about foreplay a couple minutes ago!”
Then, you go on about an underground wrestling scene that’s all about the eroticism. My nervousness is increasing, but at the same time, so is my excitement.
“When you say fight… OK, you’re talking about rasslin together? Mark, please KNOW I’d LOVE that! Getting my hands all over your big body? WHO WOULDN’T love that?”
I’m scratching my new friends head, and I realize something. “But, what about your big friend here? Won’t she get excited if we’re rasslin around on the bed?”
Mark Duke
I smile as you talk about the bed then I lean down and bite your cheek gently before I lick your lips . I pull back as I continue to massage your leg. Noticeably rougher than before.
I pat
Big C on the head and grin at you. Trying to appear my usual cocksure self, but not quite succeeding... "Well dat's the part dat got me discombobulated...See it's not gonna happen here ... it's an event at da 'Beast Granny' bar...in front of a crowd. See I figrd that last bit might be da deal breaker f'use. Wudda ya tink? You down?"
Jobber333
You’re smiling, trying to keep me at ease. I KNOW that’s what you’re doing! But, then, almost immediately, I’m moaning as you lean in and bite my cheek lightly and lick my lips. You’re also rubbing me rougher. And, I’m pretty sure you know I’m liking it.
Your language has also changed. It’s almost like you’re from rural Arkansas or something. Or… maybe you’re nervous? But, why in the world would I make YOU nervous?
“OK, slow down Mr Beefcake… So, not here? Big C won’t be jealous? That’s a good thing,” I say as I scratch her head. “But, what is ‘Beast Granny’? I’ve never heard of it? And, what do you mean in front of a crowd? A crowd where? I mean… I’ll do ANYthing you want Mark…. But, I’m really confused about what you’re asking…”
Mark Duke
I grin a bit more excited... Like I think I got you on the hook, but I haven't quite reeled you in yet.
"Yeah it's the basement of that 'Family' bar over on 7th Street... They hold these events from time to time.".
You can see my excitement begin to rise "they got a regulation ring… bright lights, announce tables ... The whole damn sheeeeebang "
"See I love the press fleshing and struggling parts of wrestling, but I also love the spectacle and theatricality of it to. The persona reflected by the gear ... I have a crown thingy with two horns like the front of Boss Hogs ride. 'The Bull' ."
I point to the red motif of a bulls head on the sides of my trunks.
"All that shit gets me pumped, then the actual rasslin gets me hard... Usually the winner fucks the loser in the ring."... I turn back to you returning from my revery.
"hozat sound t'uze Jay?"
Jobber333
I listen to everything you say, trying to keep my expression blank.
“OK, maybe I should have been a bit more cautious before I said I’d do anything. Tell me if I’m misunderstanding anything here Mark…. You want to go to a FAMILY bar and wrestle. In the basement. They’ve got a setup like for pro wrestling?”
I follow your big hands as you point out everything you’ve already got as you describe how you get off on the gear and theatricality. Damn, do you even know what you do to me? And, then, you drop the bomb!
“WAIT…. Wait… winner fucks the loser? IN THE RING? IN FRONT of PEOPLE? Mark… you KNOW I can’t beat you! So, you’re asking me to go wrestle you in a family bar and get fucked after you beat me in front of the audience?”
I’ve stopped scratching Big C and she’s growling a little, clearly understanding the atmosphere. I look up at you, realizing I’ve made my mind up. But, I’m damn well gonna make you work for that response!
Mark Duke
Seemingly not understanding why you are asking the question. Totally unaware of the concept that sex might not be a spectator sport for some ppl...
"Well I got no problem with letting you fuck me after I win. Id totally be down for taking your cock inside my ass too"
"That'd be a shocking reversal of expectations that'd add to the theatre of it all."
Jobber333
“So not even pretending that you think I have a shot. You did say after you win…”. I can see as you imagine things, you’re actually getting worked up by that sort of a reversal. “Those trunks don’t hide a thing, do they stud?”
“I’m not agreeing to anything yet, but IF I agree… what happens afterwards? Am I your slave for the night? We shake hands and I get a cab? What… what do YOU want Mark?”
Mark Duke
I grin as you indicate my trunks..."That's why I bought em . They look like they are supposed to hide shit but once I start getting the bone you'd have to be an utter cretin not to see every damn detail in relief. Shit when I really get revving you could draw a surprisingly accurate popo wanted poster with just the tiniest sliver of imagination and experience."
I pause as if thinking. "Afterwards??! Hmmm,? Well first I don't really get into the slave/master dynamic, but if that's your kink I'll totally don leather vest and chaps and make you lick my feet while I cook some burgers... Zat kinda shit you like? If so I'm down."
"... But I guess what happens after is up to you. I definitely gotta vote against the 'you calling an Uber' option though. That ain't an option I wanna see happen."
Jobber333
I roll my eyes as you say you’ll get a leather vest and chaps and make me lick your feet. In fact, they rolled so far back in my head, you probably heard them. But, I do feel better that you wouldn’t want me leaving without you.
I drop my head onto the bar, and knock it a couple of times. “Big C, what is WRONG with me? Why am I even considering going to a bar and letting your dad throw me around some, and then fuck me in front of an audience? What’s wrong with me C?”
I lift my head and drop it down a couple of times.
Jobber333
“Fine… just promise I get a hug for this. Oh… obviously, I don’t have anything to wear for something like this…”
Mark Duke
Big C snuggles as she gives you a few comforting puppy kisses... Your hair is drenched.
Jobber333
I lift my head from the bar and look at you. “You talk differently when you’re talking about this. Like, I don’t know...you’re from the sticks or New Jersey or something. Is that part of your persona, like the gear?”
Mark Duke
I shrug my shoulders "well Chelsea told me that when I get excited about something, I sound 'like a rabid capybara giving a very erotic blowjob'
I chuckle .. "but I did grow up on da mean Streets a Trenton? Dumpster fire weeny roasts and lots of Molly and Twizzlers "
Then, with an eager, almost childishly giddy smile, "So you'll do it then?"
Jobber333
I watch as you shrug your huge shoulders. Fuck, what is WRONG with me? You’ll wipe the floor with whatever’s left of me…
“So, your girlfriend thinks you’re a big rodent that gives sexy blowjobs?” Hmphhh… “What do I know about Trenton? Jersey is Jersey. How long do I have to prep for this spectacle?”
You have the biggest smile as you realize I’ve given in. “Yeah, I’ll do it. But, just so you know, you’re not THAT convincing! I’m just that horny for ya,” I add with a grin. “When does this happen?”
Mark Duke
They got one tonight or another 3 days from now. Any preference? You're an athletic dude and I know you are bendy and got some agility but I could give you a few quick lessons til then show you how to take a fall, how to perform some of the basics. If you got any martial arts or Greco skills you can mix 'at in to “
Jobber333
I drop my head back to the bar. “Bar Data, I need something strong…. You wanna do it now, don’t you? That’s why you’re already dressed and ready. I’m starting to get suspicious of your motives Mr. Duke…”
Mark Duke
I chuckle "hey I've pretty much got no fucking filter... That makes me absolutely awful at subterfuge. So yeah , I totally want to do this fucking shit NOW"
Excitedly, I grab your wrist and pull you up "As far as not having gear... I got ALOT of gear from a years ago when I first started bulking up... should fit your gorgeous body just fine.”
"I even got some luchadore masks... You could do some Joseph Campbell shit... Become the mask" I say seemingly oblivious to understanding that alot of ppl wear masks to hide their identity .
Jobber333
You grab my wrist, yanking me up. I’m starting to think that when you’re excited, you might not fully be aware of your strength!
“Big C, your daddy wants to squash me like a bug,” I call out as you excitedly pull me along. Someone’s tail is happily thumping as we leave the room.
I’m going with you and you’re telling me that you’ve got a LOT of things. Something is making me think this may be more than fantasy Jack off material for you.
“Mark, even as incredible as you are now, you’re still half a foot taller than I am!”
But, you’re obliviously going on about how some should fit me. Even through all of this, I manage to blush when you say I’ve got a gorgeous body.
You’re as close to my ideal man as I can imagine getting, so for you to say I’ve got a gorgeous body is as fantastic as anything I can imagine.
Then, you say you’ve got some luchadore masks. “I’ve looked at them in Cabo and Puerto Vallarta. I’d seriously LOVE it if you’d let me borrow one Mark!”
Mark Duke
Still pulling you along like an excited child about to show his friends all the cool stuff he got for Christmas, we enter my bedroom.
I chuckle "it's kinda ironic that the first time I drag you to my bedroom is so that you can put on clothes rather than have me ripping them off of you. Huhn?"
I sit you down on the dressing seat at the foot of my bed.
I go to the closet and pull down a trunk from the shelf. I set it down by your feet. "That's gear I had before I started seriously bulking a few years ago... Don't fit me anymore but should be able to find sumpin that fits."
Like a whirlwind of excitement, I bring out another, much smaller, trunk and set it down on top of the larger trunk ... Kinda played around with maybe doing a luchadore type character... but I'm way to narcissistic to cover up this mug " I flash a cocky grin.
I sit down beside you and give you a peck on the cheek "I'm super excited that you are willing to try this out with me dude”
Jobber333
You pull me along into your bedroom. It’s much more elegant than I expected, like a very nice hotel room. And, clean. Whoever your cleaning person is deserves a raise!
You joke about the irony of the first time I come in here is to try things on rather than having you rip my clothes off. I nearly fall at the visual in my mind of that!
Fortunately, you sit me down on a big bench or chaise at the end of your big bed. You disappear into the closet and reappear a moment later with a trunk that’s heavy enough to give your huge arms a very appealing flex.
You tell me it’s gear you had before you started bulking. I’m about to ask what you’d like me in, but you disappear again. Then, you’re back with a smaller trunk and set it down on top of the first, bigger trunk.
“Kinda played around with doing a luchadore type character, but I’m way too narcissistic to cover up this mug.” I look at you and can feel your excitement.
“Are you that narcissistic because you think you’re that hot, or because you want everyone to see you and know it’s you wrestling?” I ask with a grin, and then poke you in the side.
Mark Duke
"Yes. Both."
Jobber333
You sit down beside me, and I hear the bench groan. Well, I would, too, if you were to sit on me.
Then, in a surprise, you peck me on the cheek. "I'm super excited that you are willing to try this out with me dude.”
I look at you and think how much you look as excited as any giant kid would on his birthday. I go in and give you a peck on your shoulder.
“I’m thinking you know what you’ve got in here,” I say as I pull a couple of beautifully made masks out.
“What would you like for me to look like?” I stop for a moment, and another thought enters. “Or, maybe, what would you like me to look like losing to you?”
Mark Duke
I smile as if something you just said was offensive. "Id rather you didn't cover up that handsome face at all, but since it's your first time I figured maybe you'd Joseph Campbell that shit and 'become the mask'. But seriously... I know the selection is limited but I want YOU to decide how you want to present yourself while you satisfy my kink."
Jobber333
You give me a look that makes me wonder what I said that was wrong. There's definitely a sense that if I don't answer correctly, this adventure could be over very quickly.
"Is it important that I don't use a mask Mark? If you really don't want me to, I won't..." I watch your reaction, and know for certain that you don't want me to.
"Actually, why don't we look at what's in the other trunk." I say.
I get up and move the smaller trunk towards the closet, setting it down just outside. As I turn around, I look at you with even more respect. I don't know what all you had in there, but it was heavy... "So, anything in that one that you'd like to have me in?”
Mark Duke
I smile. "Hey I bought all that gear cause I thought it looked good. I know that I'd probably salivate watching you walk towards the ring with any of that gear on. So dive in and find shit that feels right for you. Your first time I want you to be as comfortable with all this wackadoo Mark Duke craziness as humanly possible. Hell you wanna forego the gear altogether and walk down that entrance aisle in your birthday suite id go bonkers for that choice too."
"I know this might be weird, so let the damn Force guide you or whatever.... Mask? No mask? Do you."
23:05Jobber333
I look at you as you're talking. I believe you. I really don't think you care what I'm wearing! And, I bet you'd be ecstatic if I came down necked. Not that I'd have the confidence to do that.
"OK, let's take a look." I dig through and find a few things. One is a sheer black fabric, very small, that clearly wouldn't hide a thing.
Holding it up, I grin. "I'm thinking you may not be quite as self conscious as I am..."
Looking around a bit longer, and there's a baby blue singlet, with pink detailing. It wouldn't be my first choice, but... "You know, Mark. This might complement what you've got on... I know you wouldn't have any footwear that would fit me, you're a lot bigger, but I can go barefoot, right?"
Mark Duke
I grin "Totally. Bare foot is a total option. Could be hot for the Tootsie fetish dudes, and I know you got some confidence issues, (not sure why) but hey... it's better than being incontinent right?”
I chuckle when you hold up the black sheer thing ..."Yeah that was a fun night. Oil wrestling as I recall"
You know I'm self assured but you are starting to suspect that part of me absolutely loves the way the crowd reacts. I wants them to enjoy the show I'm gonna give them.
Jobber333
I know you ooze confidence. I've known that since we first met. But, this is something unexpected. The idea that you get off on how the crowd reacts. And, probably wants to give a show, especially as it's pretty obvious it wouldn't be your first time there.
Then, I realize you might even have a reputation there. Add that we've talked about you being a heel... A show might not end so well for me...
"Oil wrestling, huh? I've got a couple of vids of oil wrestling - would you be in any of them?" I ask with a grin.
"OK, I like barefoot. If 'tootsie fetish dudes' are a part of the audience you want to appeal to, I'm sure you can come up with something when it gets to that. And, I like the idea of being in something that would play well off of what you're wearing. We might have it! If you're OK with that, I mean..."
Mark Duke
"We've touched on the Spectacle and shit, but there is also drama. 'why is all the sexy in the ring fighting to begin with? '. You got any ideas just spit em out.... ". I Massage your bulging crotch "you know I like when you start spitting"
"And think about your Ring persona. I'm a barely human monster who enjoys the pain of his opponents. What sort of opponent do you want to present as you make your way to face the ravenous Bull,? Shy ,?. Confident? Cocky dude? Forced into it? Whatever. That might help you decide the look"
Jobber333
"You like it when I start spitting? So, I should spit on you? In the ring?”
But, on top of that, I realize what else you said.
"Mark... what do you mean when you say barely human and ENJOYS his opponents pain?"
I just decide I'm going to go on the assumption you're talking about your persona and the acting of the persona.
Your point about how I want to present myself is quite valid, though. I don't for certain now.
"There's a lot to think about, definitely a lot more than I'd ever anticipated. There's a certain appeal to the idea that I've been forced into it, but just being kind of shy seems more natural to me. And, the more natural things are, the less I'll have to try and focus on remaining in a character that might not seem quite right. Does that make sense to you?”
Mark Duke
"Totally. If playing a version of yourself helps you get into it then do it. I prefer my persona to be dissimilar from me, but that's just me. "
"I definitely don't want to hurt you..... But as The Bull I'll see you as just another obstacle to be overcome.'
Jobber333
"If this is something that happens more than just tonight, I might be comfortable enough to try and do something like that. Figure out a way to have a character or persona that isn't that close to who I am. But, this does seem like it's something that might work. And, I just want this to be something you like.”
Then, you talk about how you don't want to hurt me. "Thanks. Weirdly, that's reassuring." And, that's when you add that the Bull might see me as an obstacle to overcome.
"Seriously Mark? Seriously? Me as an obstacle? I'm just hoping to live through it, and you're talking about me as something to plow through..." Then, I get a big smile and rub YOUR big hard cock. "And, I don't mean plowing through things with little Bull here…”
Mark_Duke:
I growl playfully as I roughly grab your throat with my left hand. I squeeze a bit, just enough to make you gasp for air. I snarl in your ear "Don't ever call me little you asshole"
Then I release my grip and smile like I haven't a care in the world..."See that's how The Bull would react to that."
I chuckle, seemingly oblivious to the fact that most people would be more than a bit nervous after being informed that very soon they would have to contend with such extreme violence.
I massage your neck and give you a passionate kiss. Then pull back and run a hand across your chest, gently caressing it through the fabric of your T-shirt.
Jobber333:
You grab my throat, squeezing. I can feel my eyes go wide as I wonder if it’s too late to run. You actually snarl - full on SNARL - ‘don’t ever call me little you asshole.’ And, my crotch is achingly hard.
Then, you let go of me and smile, telling me that’s how the Bull would react.
It’s as though you’ve got neatly compartmentalized personalities! Chuckling, you massage my neck. I’m not even sure if you understand how dominant that is with your big hand encircling it like this. But, when you lean in and kiss me, it’s all forgotten.
Your big hand running across my chest. Reciprocating, I try and pull us even closer together as I grasp your broad shoulders, squeezing your traps.
“I’ve got to ask… who’s the real you? Mark or the Bull?”
Mark_Duke:
"Both I guess.. Bull is all the stuff I have to control to function in civilized society"
"Those pre human impulses that we all have to varying degrees... The Bull and wrestling give me an outlet for that...like a fucking pressure release valve"
Jobber333:
“Good answer. I like that you keep Bull under control.” I look at you, and add, “I think it’s good you’ve got wrestling as an outlet for him, too.”
Hugging you, and then I sit back. “Why do I feel like a gladiator? We who are about to die…”. I give you a big grin. “So, when do we need to leave?”
Mark_Duke:
"nos eho morituri te salutant"
I grin "about 3 hours"
Jobber333:
“You know BIG GUY - notice I didn’t call you little buddy,” I say as I playfully poke you in the side “you could have TRIED to make me think that isn’t the case!” I say, finishing with a chuckle.
“3 hours… I’d jump on you, but don’t think I’d be able to get off of you in time to leave…. So, how about we get another drink?”
Mark_Duke:
I grin and laugh "you have picked up on the whole 'This dude has no damn filter' vibe right?"
Jobber333:
“Like a LOT of things about you, it’s kinda hard to miss…”
Mark_Duke:
I grin and hop up excitedly pulling you with me. "Yeah 3 hours would definitely not be enough time"
I pull you along behind me and lead you back to the bar . . Has moved to her favorite sunshine spot but her thumping tail as we enter easily reveals her location...
. Has moved to her favorite sunshine spot but her thumping tail as we enter easily reveals her location... I go behind the bar and make our drinks... Hand it to you and then press my cold glass against your cheek. "So besides sex how can we occupy ourselves for 3 hours?"
Jobber333:
You’re very clearly excited about something, but we both know there’s not enough time for the obvious past time.
The dog has moved, and I’m impressed by how she leads her own life. She’s affectionate, but doesn’t seem to need to be with you all the time. You make our drinks, pressing your cold glass against my cheek, leading me to close my eyes In contentment.
“Kind of sucks. Sex would always be my first choice to spend time with you. That means second choice. Ummm, ok, what switch flipped for you that made wrestling and dominating the loser a fun and viable pastime for you? Not judging, but you have to admit, it’s outside the typical…”
Mark_Duke:
"I could break down how modern society doesn't have acceptable outlets for the predator instincts that all humans have as our evolutionary inheritance."
"How we try to pretend that our ancestors weren't, in the final analysis, the better killers. But today, especially in The West we try to convince ourselves that true humanity began in the Renaissance."
"We've watered down our culture so that things like 'rites of passage' are viewed as quaint but archaic vestigial things. Instead of being those pressure release valves they actually were. Hunting and the struggle for survival helped mitigate that somewhat. Things like gladiator games fulfilled a pressure release for the audience..."
" None of those things are acceptable anymore so we repress our inherited penchant for violence until it explodes into things like The Shoah or school shootings."
"Those instincts are still there...". I indicate my gear "This is a pressure release for me that works."
I lean forward and kiss you passionately. Almost like I'm thanking you for putting up with all of my quirks...I pull back and lead you to the couch. I turn on the TV "we can just pass the time with escapist entertainment... I got two last episodes of 'Ahsoka' I still need to finish.
Sensing that her Daddy and his friend are not having 'private time', Big C comes and squirms her way onto the Couch... Her bulk pushing us slightly apart so she can cuddle up between us. I scratch her lower back as she lays her head on your lap inviting attention from you. I put an arm over your shoulder as the show starts.
Jobber333:
“It’s interesting Mark. And, you’re very, very good at explaining things. Honestly, I would never have thought about the concept that our true humanity began in the Renaissance. I would probably have gone back to Athens myself. In more than a little manner of speaking, though, football, rugby, wrestling are all a sort of contemporary gladiatorial game. Some, certainly, centered more on the entertainment aspect, but I see your point about those pressure relief valves. And, I’m very glad that you’ve found one that works for you. And, flattered that you’d share it with me.”
I lean into your kiss. Extremely passionate, but I’m beginning to think you don’t do much half way.
Leading me to the couch, you say you’ve got just 2 episodes of ‘Ashoka’ to finish. “Ahsoka? I JUST finished Mandalorian! I’ll play with Big C here while you’re concentrating on the final episode…”
That works out much better than I could have hoped for. I’m petting and scratching her while I’m saying it, her big head on my lap. And, her tail happily thumping you… She’s not moving, but you’re able to get close enough to drape a big arm across my shoulder as the show begins. I could like this. A lot…
Mark_Duke:
So as not to spoil anything I watch the last 2 episodes of Mando instead..."catching up... And I don't want to destroy any Sabine baddassery if you haven't seen it yet...
Jobber333
You considerately - hiding your frustration very well - put on the last couple of episodes of Mandalorian, instead.
I always liked Katee Sackhof, so the gesture is hugely appreciated. Enough so that I lift your big paw and kiss it. And, then, let Big C at it.
Mark Duke
After the show, I pull on a shirt and sweats over my gear 
. And call us an Uber .
. And call us an Uber . Jobber 333
Afterwards, you get up and pull on a blue shirt and some light sweats, and I go weak in the knees again. “You look incredible.”
Mark Duke
We arrive about 10 minutes earlier than expected. Standing in the packed parking lot I take your hand and start leading you to the blocky, window less building. The thump of some vapid pop song set over a dark and pounding Industrial background almost shakes the ground as we enter.
The main room could be 'Any Dive Bar, USA' ... Well without all the burly, bare chested men groping each other cautiously ... Some not so cautiously.
I do a few perfunctory greetings as I almost pull you threw the pressing crowd. I make a beeline to two burly guys sitting at the end of the bar. Sharing a pitcher of beer. 
I finally let go of your hand and give them both a hug. The one in blue gets a kiss on the lips.
I smile at them then point to you "Hey guys this is Jay.". I point to the guy in white "That's Tommy and his boyfriend is Chris."
Jobber333
Inside, you say hello to a few guys, pulling me along in tow. Coincidentally, also never letting go of me. Then, we’re off again and I see two massive guys at the end of the bar. I grin as you give them each a bearhug, and kissing Mr Burly in Blue. I feel small as you introduce us all around. Chris, the guy you kissed, smiles hugely and teases you about your ‘type’.
Chris
I give Jay a wink "I see your tastes are still as Predictable as ever... Do you think the sun will come up tomorrow,?... Will Mark pull a hunky slice out of the crowd?"
Jobber333:
Smiling, I nudge you and say “Chris thinks I’m hunky. Is it too soon to dump you and hang with Chris and Tommy?”
Before you respond, I conspiratorially say to Chris “I’m teasing, but this could be a teachable moment for the big guy. What do you two think?”
Mark_Duke:
Tommy and Chris both laugh heartily. Chris smiles "Damn, Duke... This one is definitely more ... interesting than your last few trainwrecks.".
Totally nonplussed I smile "Well I suppose that's always an option, but I can tell you, from personal experience..." Wink at Tommy "that he's just a big ball of drama wrapped up in a sexy as hell shell"
I wink "but we have had a few pretty... Memorable 4 somes f'sure "
Jobber333:
The guys laugh. It’s nice, because we’re laughing together, no one laughing at someone else. Though, Chris’ comments about your last few train wrecks isn’t lost on me.
You tease right back, giving every bit as good as you got while saying that Tommy’s just a big ball of drama. I look back over at him and wink. You also added ‘from personal experience’ and ‘sexy as hell shell.’ Definitely more to talk about one day!
And, then, you add that you’ve all had some pretty memorable 4 somes! Ohhhh, man… I look up at you, quickly deciding to take a fun route for an answer.
“Look at those arms and quads Mark! If they pour a drink as good as you do, I’ll jump right in! Either as a piece of rubble under a pile of muscle jocks, or King of the Hill!”
I stretch and give you a peck on your cheek, just to help verify I’m teasing.
Mark_Duke:
Everyone laughs as Tommy orders us drinks... Betraying a very intimate knowledge of my tastes by asking the bartender to add just a bit of squeezed lime in mine.
"So when do the festivities start downstairs? ". I ask excitedly...
Chris smiles big. "Is The Bull making an appearance tonight?". They both lick their lips .
Tommy checks his messages... "30 minutes apparently. Looks like you are the penultimate match. Jay gonna be your opponent?"
He looks at you even though he asked Mark the question.
Jobber333:
It’s a fun atmosphere, and your friends seem like good guys. Tommy gets us more drinks, and it seemed like he asked the bartender for something for you. Maybe they’re going to drug you so I have a shot? Then, you ask when things start downstairs. And, you’re excited. Even very excited.
The guys both smile, Chris asking if the Bull is making an appearance. Interesting, so you don’t always wrestle, I guess.
They both lick their lips from the drinks, and Tommy says about a half hour. The penultimate match.
“You were already scheduled? AND willing to give me a couple days to prepare?” I’m a little confused, even more when Tommy asks you if I’m going to be your opponent. He asked you, but he was looking directly at me.
“Yeah… I thought we were going out for drinks,” I raise my glass to everyone, “and the next thing I know… Always a price, isn’t there?” I say with a smile that is not even remotely associated with anything I’m feeling at the moment. Well, aside from how hot you are. And, how great your buddies are…
Tommy
I laugh "Yeah always a price, but Marky is a solipsist at heart." I lean forward and, in a stage whisper that everyone nearby can hear. "He just, sometimes, don't understand that the ideas rattling around in his pretty little head ain't necessarily rattling around in everyone else's head. Heart of gold and his, sometimes, brutal honesty are his saving graces"
Mark_Duke:
I elbow Tommy's ribs, perhaps a bit less playfully than the comment deserved. "Hey shut it you. Don't drive my ox away from the well just yet"
Jobber333:
I give Tommy a wink. "Heart of gold and brutal honesty, huh?" Then, I turn and look up at you. "Anything you'd care to ad? Or, is calling me an OX a sign of that brutal honesty?"
"Seriously, guys, I'm looking forward to getting to know Mark and seeing what happens. And, I feel good knowing that he's got friends like you two that have his back."
"Do we need to go get ready, or am I getting too anxious?"
Mark_Duke:
I quickly grab your hand in mine, fingers entwined and start leading you to the back room. I shout back to Tommy and Chris "Catch you jerks later".
More short greetings and a few surprised looks when they see me holding your hand... I lean over the bar and shout at the bartender "Hey Michael... You wanna buzz us in..." I thumb point over my shoulder at the door...
It's a big heavy industrial door that slides. The kind you only see in old pre WWII buildings.
There is a bar here and a bartender setting up, the rest of the room is dominated by a ring, seats and a metal barrier that separates the ringside from the seats... bright lights shine down... illuminating the ring.
I pull you along to the back stage area at the top of the ramp. We walk into the locker room...I still have that childishly exuberant gleem in my eyes and I smile.
" So there's usually about 20 minutes between matches so I'm gonna go get us good seats before the sheeple start piling in... You change into your gear then put your street clothes on and come join me huhn?"
Jobber333:
You are almost ridiculously excited as you drag me away, your big fingers entwined through my smaller hand. You ask the bartender to buzz us in, and I realize my drink is back there! "My drink..." but, we're already through a big, heavy sliding metal door.
On the other side, there's... another bar! Someone is setting up, and there's a ring with chairs already set up.
A LOT more chairs than I expected. There is going to be a full on audience here! Not the 15 or 20 guys I thought... I look up at you, but you're already dragging me to the backstage and a locker room.
Typical gym locker room, even down to the smells.
You tell me that there's typically a good amount of time BETWEEN matches, so these events would last for a while. I look at you, and you are SO EXCITED!
There's on way I could not be here for you. I follow your directions and change into the singlet and then put my clothes back on over it.
I sit on the bench, thinking, and then get up and start looking for you. They haven't opened up for the audience yet, so it's not that hard to find you.
"You made me leave a perfectly good drink back there to... sit here... next to you... in an empty room..." I stretch up and kiss your cheek. "Good call, my friend."
Mark_Duke:
I smile and toss you an energy drink... Not the silly sugary Monster type but one that is actually designed to replace nutrients and vitamins.
"Here it's definitely not something that you'd serve at a dinner party but it's definitely good for absorbing the vitamins your body needs before physical exertion..."
It's got a slight coppery taste and a bit of a gritty texture but it's not so unpleasant that you need to slam it down.
I wrap an arm around your shoulder as the crowd begins to trickle in.
I kiss your cheek and place a firm hand on your thigh as the room begins to fill. The crowd is a mix of burly bears, gym bunnies, Twinks and dudes who don't easily fit into any of those categories...
A few people come to say high but don't try to engage too much beyond perfunctory greetings when they see my arms around you...
In a tone like you are helping me move some furniture around, I whisper in your ear..."hey thanks for doing this Jay."
Jobber333:
You toss me an energy drink. I haven’t seen the brand before, but you it’s good for vitamins before exertion. I open the can and take a drink. “Thank You. No one will ever confuse it for a Chablis, but it’s really not bad.”
You wrap your big arm around me, and I lean slightly into you. I can smell your musk more than I expected. You kiss my cheek and your big hand on my thigh. Looking at your hand, I know I used to think I’m big. Brawny even, in the right circumstances.
Smiling, I look up at you and hope you see me as at least sturdy. A few guys come by to say hi to you, but no one lingers. I hear a couple of comments as some walk away. It just makes me want to know you better, though.
You whisper a thanks. “Easy to see how excited you are, Mark. Why wouldn’t I want to do something that makes you this happy with you?” I know I don’t know all of what happens, but we’re not the first match, so I’ll have some time to figure it out.
Mark_Duke:
That weird combination of childish glee and erotic expectations flashes across my face in an awkward manner that is nowhere near as enticing as I think it is...
I lean closer to your ear "outside the ring, Id never do anything to you that I plan to do to you inside the ring. This is my pressure release valve huhn?"
"my predator instincts are a bit stronger than most.... That's why I need stuff like this....".
I kiss you passionately for a few moments "There IS still time to back out of this Jay."
Jobber333:
You lean in somehow even closer to me. How can someone so huge be so… maneuverable? You say that outside the ring, you’d NEVER do what you plan on doing to me. That’s supposed to make me feel better?
To help, you add that this is your pressure release and your predator instincts are stronger than most.
Leaning into you, I look up to respond. And, you kiss me. Very passionately. For a while. I know I’m putty and I know I can’t say no to you. Fuck.
“I know I could back out Mark. But, I have at least an idea of how much you want this.” I reach up, kissing you now.
“And, I could be wrong, but I feel like this will grow us closer…. Assuming you don’t kill me. You’re not gonna kill me?”
You’re smiling, and look so incredible.
“Right? No killing the little guy Mark…” I’m grinning as I say it, and then reach up and rub a thumb over your nipple. “You look amazing.”
Mark_Duke:
I chuckle as I gently bite your neck. I tug on your ear between my teeth as I say "Now why would I do that Jay? I try not to break my toys before I'm done playing with them."
I rub your chest with a firm hand... "I definitely think this has the possibility to make us closer... It will definitely show youza side of me you haven't seen. You'll either be able to handle it... Or you won't... and tonight will be the end of it"
I say this as if it's happened before and without any sort of malice or regret.
Jobber333:
You bite my ear, telling me you *try* not to break your toys before you’re done playing. I feel that hint of concern starting again as you say try.
I know you’re teasing. But… Your big hand starts rubbing my chest, and a certain calmness returns.
Just in time for you to say it’ll show me a side of you I haven’t seen. And, that I’ll either be able to handle it or I won’t. And, if I can’t, tonight will be the end of it. You’re extremely calm and relaxed as you say your piece. But, your accent is back, betraying your uncharacteristic nervousness.
I look at the ring.
“How do you do it Mark? Everything you said makes sense, even if it’s a bit dramatic. But, there’s something else, something more. I hear it in your voice, and how you’re even speaking. Tell me,” I say as I put my hand on your thigh, squeezing the enormous muscle.
Mark_Duke:
I shrug my shoulders... "I'm a verbose mother fucker, but somethings can't be described. They can only be experienced."
I point to the ring, "but in there... I feel that adrenaline rush our ancestors felt as they brought down their prey, or defended their clan from outsiders. I get in touch with that side of myself that made our Society possible. That beast in all of us that society now says is bad."
I squeeze your thigh with urgency "I guess rite now... I'm worried yuze woan be able t' see me da same avterwahds..."
I kiss your cheek. Then I run the back of my hand down your cheek ... Slowly.
"Yeah talk sounds overly dramatic, but it's MY truth f'sure"
Jobber333:
You shrug your massive shoulders and I sigh. You REALLY don't understand how amazing I think you are.
"Yeah, you ARE a verbose motherfucker! But, I like that. I learn a lot from you, so I'd hate for you to cut back on that."
You continue to talk about the adrenaline rush you get, and how it's similar to what the ancients were like. It's an interesting argument. still not sure that's all there is, but I'll let it go.
You squeeze my thigh, and I'm not sure that you realize how tightly you're squeezing me. I'm actually impressed that I don't say anything, but I know I can't interrupt you.
This is one of those honest times that guys don't always give out so freely and easily. I appreciate that you are that honest with me.
"How else do you really think I could see you Mark? You're attractive, you're generous, and you're in a lot of ways, extremely kind."
"I know you're gonna work me over. I'm going to try and not let you walk all over me, but look at us - I'm not stupid. So, unless you bruise both of my eyes so I can't see you, there's nothing to worry about."
I look at you. "Nothing for you to worry about, at least," I say with a wink.
I close my eyes as you run your hand down my head. Damn. "And, you're truth is all anyone could ever ask of you, right?"
Mark_Duke:
The lights change as the first match begins. I pull you closer and kiss your cheek as the two men enter. Both wearing a superhero style mask and capes and outfits to match that hero character .
I whisper in your ear... "These two can't wrestle for shit... They're just fetishists... They got no sense of drama.". I massage your neck roughly... "But it can be entertaining"
Jobber333:
As the first match begins, you pull me in and kiss my cheek. You say they can’t wrestle. That they’re just fetishists, which is really interesting. It’s a new world you’re opening up to me. “But, it can be entertaining.”
As I look at and watch them, I realize there’s something I wanted to tell you before anything really got underway, and now things are happening.
“Mark… I want you to do something for me. When we get out there. Be that predator and beast you need to be. I want to see all the sides of you, at least once.”
Mark_Duke:
I let out a sigh of relief as one of the heroes clothesline the other driving him to the mat. I shake my head at the wooden delivery. I kiss your neck.
"That's what I've been trying to prepare you for. Once the bell rings I'll definitely unleash the Beast."
I chuckle as I continue to whisper in your ear "I hope I don't go to far so that you never want to see that side of me again, though. ". I point towards the ring.
Jobber333:
I sort of see what’s happening in the ring. It’s interesting that they apparently open this up for anything. Or, is this closer to what to expect with Mark in the ring. There’s a bad clothesline and I see you shaking your head.
“Unleash the Beast? I thought you were The Bull? The guys seemed so excited about The Bull being here. Won’t people be disappointed about a Beast? I’m not sure you’re making the right decision here Mark,”
I say as I chuckle and try and lightly tickle you. Then, I briefly get serious again. “Unless you clobber my eyes and they’re swollen shut, I don’t think you have to worry about me not wanting to see all the sides of you.”
Even as I say that, though, I know I’m likely overestimating myself, and I have a strong feeling I might be underestimating what you’re planning and capable of.
Mark_Duke:
I laugh as my warm breath stimulates the tiny hairs on your neck and ear "Well if you are expecting my performance to be anything like these wooden puppets... Perish that thought ASAP."
I rub a hand over your stomach "I've got skills and I'm going to give you 100%. Ain't fond of half-assed tomfoolery. SOkay for why they are here for, but ain't my cuppa huhn?"
Jobber333:
I’d say I feel better about your response, but… I might be even more concerned after you mention your skills. Rather than frustrate myself even further, I lean back into the crook of your arm.
“This is nice. Figure I’ve got to enjoy it before you try and choke me to death or break my neck or something,” I say chuckling.
Mark_Duke:
In a totally casual manner I adjust myself to make us both more comfortable.
I kiss your cheek and say "I'm not a big fan of chokes. And I definitely wouldn't break your neck. That'd make it difficult for you to participate in our amorous collisions... But there will be real pain involved"
I point to the ring as one hero flexes over his fallen foe "not like these chumps"
There is a strange quality to my response. I Don't seem to be completely unaware of how threatening that might sound, but with an air of confidence that seems to say 'I did warn you '.
I give an obligatory round of foot stomping for the heroes as they leave the ring...
Jobber333:
You say that you’re not a fan of chokes, and you wouldn’t break my neck because ‘that’d make it difficult to participate in our amorous collisions.’ You DO have a way with words. You say - again - that there will be real pain involved.
I’m really not sure if you understand how threatening your comments can be. Or, just as concerning, I’m not sure if you really care.
As the guys from the first match leave, you - and most everyone else - start stomping their feet. I’m noticing your massive quads pushing your big feet into the floor. And, I can’t help but think I could be under that pretty soon.
“Well, I did ask for the full show, right?” I ask, grinning in a way I don’t really feel. Sort of that emotional spot where I’m not certain if I’m being brave or if I’m being stupid.
Mark_Duke:
I see an odd look cross your face. To me it looks like something Midway between genuine concern for your safety and anticipation of being put into a potentially dangerous situation.
I like the fact that fear of what I might do to you seems to slowly fading into the background...
I lean in for some serious groping then I call over the guy doing the ring announcement and tell him "hey Jeffrey... This is Jay, my opponent for tonight... Why don't you two discuss his introduction while I take a piss"
I head off to the bathroom.
Jobber333:
You start seriously playing with me here in this auditorium. I’m panting and totally turning into jelly in your hands. And, then, you stop. You call over someone, and introduce me to him. Jeffrey, who does the announcing.
Then, you take off for the bathroom.
I thought I saw Tommy get up, but Jeffrey’s asking stats and stuff. “OK, hailing from Locust Grove, Oklahoma, Jay Jobber, 5’8 and 185 sturdy pounds. Got it! Thanks fresh meat.”
Mark_Duke:
I come back much quicker than you would expect for a bathroom break at a busy gay bar . Only 15 minutes or so. Just in time for the introduction of the next guys.
I slide in next to you and give you a kiss "Sorry it took so long but sometimes you just gotta piss over the heads of the dudes exchanging BJ's in the stall.". I grin "and an elbows up approach definitely helps navigate the crowd"
Jobber333:
“No worries. You’re a popular guy. I mean, how many BJ’s can you get in a few minutes?”
I’m grinning as I tease you, and decide to poke the Bull. “Just because Jeffrey wasn’t interested. A couple notes, and he was gone. You weren’t around. I nearly got up and followed Tommy!”
I see your surprised expression and start outright laughing.
“Relax ya big goon, I’m teasing. The next match is about to start and you need to be telling me what to watch out for. Otherwise, I’ll just be fresh meat, as Jeffrey said.”
With a big smile, I add “I’m starting to think you’ve got a reputation…”
Mark_Duke:
I wink at you as both lithely muscular guys enter the ring. They too wear masks but more like theatrical masquerade masks...
"Now both these guys are trained in modern dance. Not much in the way of actual wrestling, but it's amazing the things they can do with their bodies. This is going to be more of a performance than a wrestling match."
I smile at you playfully "Their agility is way beyond anything a 'Big Goon' such as myself can even contemplate.
I kiss you for a moment.
Then, as the match begins I whisper "and I definitely got a rep. C'mon I'm the big muscle brute who tries to wax philosophical about his love for violence. I ain't exactly normal. That alone is grist for the mill to a crowd of gossipy gays.."
The 'match' begins and it truly is a work of art set with a wrestling ring as it's backdrop. In particular, They utilize the ropes with almost unbelievable leaps, catches and twists.
I'm paying attention to the match with just a hint of jealous awe. Sometimes making comments like an enthusiastic jock seeing a really good tackle "Did you see that fucking shit?"
Obviously in awe of their athleticism.
Jobber333:
The next participants you tell me have backgrounds in modern dance. That’s interesting. Maybe because of tv, I tend to think of wrestling as being full of huge men who are in the ring to just demolish their opponent, with maybe just a basic knowledge of wrestling, as much as anything else.
But, as we watch these two, it’s obvious that the grace and athleticism of dance can be effective in this sort of a venue, as well. And, you seem fascinated.
I'm perhaps even a bit envious.
It’s when you kiss and whisper into my ear, that my attention is diverted.
“You don’t TRY to wax philosophical about your lust for violence, Mark, you outright put it front and center! You’re one of those poets who don’t even know it!”, I say chucking as i nuzzle against your cheek.
The dancers ARE very impressive. But, my reality is I’m here with a big muscle brute. So, while I can appreciate what I’ve seen in these matches, I haven’t seen much that might help me with the brute. And, I’m definitely looking for something that I can do that could be effective.
As the match winds down, I ask the inevitable. “I didn’t even see what’s scheduled. How long do we have?”
Mark_Duke:
The match ends with an elegant hurricanrana that would make Rey Mysterio jealous. Followed by a sensual roll up pin.
I look at the schedule Tommy sent to my phone... "Looks like we got about 25 minutes. We both got our gear on... Just a few minutes should be enough for last minute preening."
I pull you along with me backstage. In the locker room I hug you as I take off my street clothes .
I adjust my gear and smile "I know you are nervous but the best thing for you, as a relative nube, to do is that when your feet leave the ground let your body go limp. That'll spread out the impact of most moves so they won't hurt as much. More surface area and lack of tension lessens the pain".
I playfully slap your chest "You're a solid and sturdy fucker, you should be able to handle most of what I'll throw at you. I'll mostly use basic power moves on you to keep it simple."
I put on my horned Crown.. Horns on each side that could have been snatched right off of Boss Hogg's Cadillac 
I snarl "Mark might go easy on you Jay, but The Bull might not"
I grin and pat your ass... "Now my entrance is first... I'll be waiting in the ring..."
I turn to leave then rush back and kiss you passionately. Then I walk out, leaving you alone in the room.
Tommy and Chris come in and smile at you appreciatively.
Chris :
I grin as I shake your hand "Hey just wanted to wish you luck"
Tommy
I hug you and whispers in your ear "I hope you understand that Mark, loves the spectacle of all this shit... but he REALLY DOES want a fight. He's gonna come at you full force so be prepared. He's stronger and bigger than you, but all that muscle comes at a cost. ... Agility and speed. Try to use that to your advantage. Definitely don't try to play a power game with The Bull."
"After you hear his entrance wait at the curtain for yours". Then Chris and I exit.
Jobber333:
You tell me we’ve got about 25 minutes and then pull me backstage with you. Taking our clothes off, I get weak in the knees as I see you in your trunks again.
You really are Grade A Prime Beef! Spectacular! “I was hoping to see something that might work against you so you won’t be disappointed. But, I’ll do my best Mark… Bull,” I add with a grin.
You put on a frankly ridiculous horned crown, flex and pat my ass. One more deep kiss and you’re gone and I sit back on the bench. Waiting.
A minute later, Tommy and Chris come in and wish me luck. Without Mark around, I realize how really big these guys are.
Tommy gives me a bit of advice and hugs me. When he sets me back down, I say thanks. And, add, “Look at you two! You make me feel like a Lilliputian in a land of Gullivers!!! And, I really appreciate how welcoming you’ve been. Thank you! So, will The Bull pick up the pieces?” I ask with a chuckle as they leave and I sit back down.
This is really happening.
Mark_Duke:
I stand before the heavy red curtain that separates the backstage from the ring area . Bouncing on the soles of my feet, I adjust my trunks . Make sure the red on each upper thigh is positioned right. Make sure the lacing on my simple black boots is tight. Check the straps on my gloves .
. Make sure the red on each upper thigh is positioned right. Make sure the lacing on my simple black boots is tight. Check the straps on my gloves . Anxious to get this going. I don't expect Jay's performance to be spectacular, since I just sprang this on him earlier today, but I hope he can give me a decent fight.
He's one of the sexiest dudes I've met in a while and I'm glad he's brave enough to go through with this.
My entrance music starts playing
Jeffrey :
"Hey Bitches. The next match is scheduled for one fall. Winner will fuck the loser right here after he wins... So if any of y'all prudish Cunts can't handle two sexy Muscle Studs fucking live... then take your stilettos and get to stepping when the bell rings the final time.
Jeffrey :
Introducing first... A long time Granny's Favorite... He is 6'1 and weighs in at 259 lbs of fabulous, firm Muscle. You know him. You Lust after him. At some point you probably gave this Muscle Stud a blowjob in the bathroom... He is Mark 'The Bull' Duke....Show some love Bitches...
Mark_Duke:
The crowd erupts in clapping and foot stomping... The curtains rise as a red spotlight shines at the short entrance ramp...I rush forward with my head down... I rush out like a charging bull .
I stop in the spotlight and drag my feet back and forth like a bull ready to gore a Matador...
I strike a few quick poses as the crowd gets louder. Then I hop up and rush towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope....I make my way to the far corner and hand my horned Crown to Tommy as I stand and await Jay's entrance. Staring at the ramp...I flex for the crowd 
. The excited crowd cheers.Jeffrey :
Okay quiet down bitches. Ain't like most all of you ain't seen The Bull flexing before... Now shut your cakeholes so I can introduce a delightfully new Hunk of Man Meat ...
Jobber333:
I hear Jeffrey start my introduction, and run barefoot down the ramp, making a full turn at the base, my arms extended, giving the guys a look. Then climb in between the 2nd and top rope. I watch as you give your horns to Tommy.
Jobber333: “Those are pretty impressive horns… You’re not COMPENSATING for anything, are you LITTLE BUDDY?”
Jeffrey chuckles, and then introduces me.
Jeffrey
“And, introducing The Bulls opponent, at 5’8 and 185 hot pounds, from god forsaken Okiehoma, give some lust up for JAY JOBBER!”
Jobber333: I smile and give you a theatrical Dating Game kiss.
Mark_Duke:
I snort and snarl ... "Well we will definitely figure out who is overcompensating very soon Little Man "
The bell rings and I stomp towards you with arms outstretched for a test of strength... "Show me your strength Jay"
Jobber333:
Your enormous arms are outstretched, and you ask for a test of strength. Against you?
“Seriously Bull? I thought you’d be more like the Robot from Lost in Space. They always said Schwarzenegger got the part of Terminator because he’s so robotic,”
I say as I reach up with one hand and run it over your huge bicep,” and you’ve got some similarities with him!”
With that I swipe my right leg behind your knees and you crash to the mat! I’m surprised how much the ring shakes, but I jump up to try and splash down on you.
Mark_Duke:
I quickly slide to the side. Avoiding your splash. You make a loud thump as you hit the canvas.
As you struggle to stand I scoop you up and do a quick spin then deliver a painful over the knee backbreaker
The crowd claps excitedly as you fall off my knee and onto the mat...
I flex for them 
. "How's that for robotic Jay, Huhn?"
. "How's that for robotic Jay, Huhn?"Jobber333:
I miss you with the splash and land flat on the mat. You, however, don’t miss when you grab me as I’m trying to get up and give me a horrific backbreaker over your knee.
As I’m laying looking up at your titanic figure, I consider trying to arm sweep your legs, but I doubt you’d fall for that so quickly again.
Instead, I roll away from you and get up. Slower than I hoped to, but you seem to be waiting for me. Stretching my arms, I move toward you, but then rush towards you with my shoulder down going for your muscle gut.
Mark_Duke:
You switch the expectations and charge at me like a bull, unfortunately for you your lack of experience makes your attempt easy to see and counter....
I side step and turn but instead of letting you continue past I immediately jump back into my previous spot, and wait for you to turn back around...
Then I send a big dropkick to your chest. Trying to damage you with the impact but also wanting to send you into, and hopefully rebounding off of the ropes, so I can follow up with a devastating lariat clothesline to the chest...
Jobber333:
My head is down as I charge, but then I see those big boots shift. You’re not there anymore! I stop and turn back, and am immediately hit by those same big boots smashing into my chest! I’m not sure where we’re at, but I feel my back hit the ropes, much harder than I expected and now I’m running towards you again, just to keep from falling on my face. Worse, I see your massive arm extending out.
I know what you’re going to do, but I don’t know how to avoid it!
Mark_Duke:
My massive arm strikes hard against your solid chest. I follow through so that it drives you to the mat. Then I attempt to land a quick elbow drop to your chest trying to get you gasping for air....
"This is just the beginning Jay."
Jobber333:
Your huge arm smashes against my chest. I’m not even sure what happened, but I’m on my back looking up at you. And, you’re excited and clearly happy. Then, your elbow slams against my chest with all 260+ pounds of muscle behind it.
Do you know how much I get off on how big and strong you are? More than that, how willing you are to use your size and strength?
im gasping for breath as you are sprawled over me and tell me that this is just the beginning. I shove against your meaty pecs, getting you to roll back down a big, and am fortunate enough to be able to bend up and lock my quads around your head.
“Yeah? You’ll need to do better, LITTLE MAN!” I say loud enough that some of the audience hears… And, then, I start squeezing…
Mark_Duke:
You surprised me when you locked in your powerful scissors hold. My face turns red as you continue to squeeze. So close I can smell your heady ball sweat. Your thick thighs begin to pop out a roadmap of veins, as I desperately reach my arms up to try to pry your legs apart and hopefully alleviate this unexpected crushing...
Jobber333:
I can feel your big, strong hands trying to pry my thighs apart. It just encourages me to try and squeeze your head tighter.
I know if you get out, I’ll have He’ll to pay. But, I also know if I don’t make you work for it, I’ll have Hell to pay.
So, with nothing to lose, I raise up on my elbows, increasing my leverage and turning your handsome face red.
I decide to go ahead and continue pushing your buttons now that I know you don’t like being thought of as small, too. “Come on, little buddy, give and I’ll stop trying to crack your head…”
Mark_Duke:
I keep trying to pry your legs apart with one hand, but my other hand begins to send punches to your knees and thick thighs..
I'm in a lot of pain, but this fight you are giving me now is everything I wanted from you. No backing down just trying to survive my power... And doing a good job of it right now.
"You ain't got what it takes to tame The Bull, Jay. You got heart, but my experience and power will win out eventually"... I stammer out as I try to prevent myself from revealing the extent of the damage I'm currently suffering.
Jobber333:
You surprise me and start punching my KNEE. It’s very unexpected, and I’m feeling it. Fortunately for me, you don’t have the leverage and / or maneuverability to get your strength behind those punches.
For the first time, I fully realize something else. Even if, in the end you win, you’re going to make certain I hurt in return.
I’m pretty sure no one ever got to a win from a head scissor. And, I’m fully certain I won’t be the first. But, I don’t know what else to do.
Trying to think of what I can come up with, I squeeze as tight as I can, my thick thighs hard as they turn your face red.
“That’s one of the things I love about you Mark… that incredible sense of optimism.” And, I squeeze tighter, using my right hand to push against my leg, adding every bit of power I can come up with.
“But, if you’ve got all that experience, you should know not to underestimate your opponent…”
Even as I say that, I’m admiring your thick chest and big arms, wondering what happens next.
Mark_Duke:
Now instead of trying to pry your legs off I decide to show you some of my raw power. Your legs wrapped around my head, crushing me as they may be, give me an idea. I try to shift things by standing so that your legs are around my head still but your lower body is now off the mat.
I succeed in standing up then I take a few steps back as I grip tight on your legs. I pull your upper body up even more to get you so you are sitting on my shoulders.
Your thick thighs still squeezing but the new position will allow me to grin as the redness fades a bit.
"You ready for what comes next Jay? You should always consider what I might do before you fully commit to a move."...
Jobber333:
In an absolutely amazing display of your awesome strength - and an undeniable example of how really futile what I can do against you is - you power up, lifting us both off of the mat.
You stand and take a few steps back. Your big hands gripping tight on my legs. Incredibly, you even go further, lifting me up until I’m sitting on your broad shoulders!
Taunting me, you ask if I’m ready for what comes next. “You should always consider what I might do before you fully commit to a move…”
Anxiously, I look around. This is going to hurt. All I can think of to do is extend my legs and squeeze your head…
Mark_Duke:
As you squeeze my head once more I use the position I've put us in to fall back so that the top rope drives up into your throat... A guillotine manouever.
The crowd gasps as you roll on the mat clutching your throat. I smile and flex for them as you desperately try to recover... 
"How ya feeling there Jay?" I taunt as I flick sweat from my face onto your body.
Jobber333:
In my mind, I was prepping myself for you to slam me down onto the mat. But, I underestimated you! Instead, you fell backwards and the top rope caught my throat like a guillotine, brutally choking me!
I can hear the crowd, but I’m too busy clutching my throat as I roll around on the mat. Eventually I stop on my back, looking up at you towering over me.
Big feet. Diamond calves. Ungodly thick quads. Narrow waist. 8 pack of brick like abs. Huge, power filled pecs. Broad, boulder-like shoulders. Gigantic arms. Thick wrists with big hands and thick fingers. Your Bull neck and ridiculously attractive face.
“How ya feeling there Jay?” you mock me as you flick sweat onto me. I look up at you in awe.
Fuck. I realize I am now fully and truly fucked. You let me have run, but it’s back to your show. Fuck, I think as I get to my hands and knees to try and crawl the ropes and eventually , hopefully climb to my knees.
Mark_Duke:
As you desperately reach for the ropes trying to get back to your knees I slide in and grab a handful of hair. I force you to look into my eyes. There you see a determined ferocity you've never seen from me before...
"I'm going to demolish you bit by muscular bit Jay. I'm going to show you this vicious side of me you only suspected existed. You are going to feel the full beastial might of the Bull."
I pull you up to your feet and then lift you up setting up a brutal over the knee backbreaker...
I don't give you a moment to recover as I pull you back up for a brutal powerslam... Slamming your body onto the canvas so hard that the entire ring shakes...
"This is Bull Dominance Jay. Enjoy it while you are conscious enough to do so. You had a good run but now it's time to suffer."
I loom above you, sweaty and musky, as I flex
Smiling viciously as I place a foot on your heaving chest. The crowd squeals with delight at my dominance over this muscle stud beneath my feet.
. The guys are enjoying the show. Feeling bad for the punishment you are enduring but getting turned on by my display of dominant Alpha power. Playing with each other, perhaps contemplating if I'll leave anything for them to enjoy afterwards...
Both Tommy and Chris have been in your position before and begin to respect your willingness to endure this punishment from The Mighty Muscle Bull...
Jobber333:
I’m feeling almost desperate as I crawl, reaching for the ropes. To my huge surprise, you grab me by my hair, forcing me to look at you. You’re bordering on… frightening.
I know we’ve been attracted to one another by, amongst other things, our mutual interest in playing rough now and then. But, I’m starting to think I’ve overestimated myself.
You say you’re going to demolish me bit by bit, showing me your vicious side. And, that I’ll feel the “…full beastial might of the Bull.”
I’m looking up at you, completely confused. You’re talking about your character as though he is you! As though he’s in control of you!
Then, you pull me up, lifting me like I’m nothing, and slam me down over your knee! An utterly vicious over the knee backbreaker. I barely have time to even attempt to ease the pain before you pick me up again, slamming me back down in a devastating powerslam.
I now KNOW I’ve overestimated myself! You tell me that this is Bull Dominance, but now it’s time to suffer.
You tower over me, flexing your amazing body, and I can smell your intoxicating musk as you plant a big foot on my chest. “But… I AM… suffering…”
You put more of your weight on your foot as I try and lift it off of me. And, I look up at you in fear. Wondering what precisely we’ve talked about on the phone and in messages. This is only the second time we’ve been together, but how many of my dark fantasies have I shared???
I’m still squirming underneath your big foot on my chest. Tensing my abs, I roll up, lifting my knees trying to take you down by hitting the back of your knees. It might be futile, but it also might be my last chance. I’m pretty sure you’re worth the pain, but…
“You and… I are… going to have… a LONG… talk after this… Mark… Bull… whoever… you are…”
Mark_Duke:
You tell me that you are already suffering and I snarl and shake my head like a ravenous Beast. Sweat flies everywhere from my dampened hair .
"You haven't even begun to suffer Jay". I snarl as I flick even more of my sweat into your face .
As I'm focused on my trash talk you surprise me with a hit to the back of my knees that sends me down on one knee facing away from you as you lay on the canvas.
The crowd, especially Chris and Tommy, gasp in shock as you bring The Bull down to his knees... Simultaneously they both shout "C'mon Jay keep up the pressure."
Jobber333:
You’re sweating almost like a huge animal. But, when you tell me I haven’t even begun to suffer, my nervousness starts to ramp up again. You flick more sweat down onto me, watching as I lick it from around my mouth.
In a surprise for me, my desperate move has an effect, and you drop to a knee, facing away from me. Equally desperately, I get up as fast as I can and jump on your broad back!
My strong legs around your narrow waist and my arms around your thick neck as I attempt to lock on a sleeper!
I hear shouting telling me to keep up the pressure. It sort of sounds like Chris and Tommy. I growl in your ear “What have you done that even your FRIENDS want to see you go down?”
Mark_Duke:
You try to lock in the sleeper and as you do so I stand up. Your legs around my waist, your arms around my head. I drive back quickly repeatedly driving your back into the turnbuckle trying to get you to release your hold.
"I've done far worse to them than I've done to you... Yet..."
"They don't necessarily want revenge on me, but they know how much I like it when my prey fights back."
Jobber333:
As I’m struggling to get the sleeper locked in around your thick neck, you stand up! With me on your back! You slam back, squashing me over and over between your muscular mass and the immovable turnbuckle.
It looks a lot more erotic when I’ve seen it on tv than it feels when it’s being done to me!
You tell me that you’ve done far worse to them than you’ve done to me. So far!!! And, you add that they know how much you like it when your “prey” fights back!
I’m about to say something about that when you slam back into me again and I finally let go of you, hanging in the corner just to stay on my feet.
“Well… your ‘prey’ is still standing… you might need to work… on that domination… aspect, buddy…”
Mark_Duke:
I turn around after you break the hold. Your arms gripping the ropes holding you up. I grin as you tell me you are still standing...
"You don't appear to be standing to me Jay. "
I give an evil smirk as I drive a barrage of elbows into your chest causing red bruising to appear
"You want to see dominance Jay? ". My barrage continues... "How do you like this huhn? Dominant enough for you?"
Jobber333:
You grin as I’m standing there defiant. And, then you tell me I don’t seem to be standing. “Huh?” Before I can even follow that up, you drive big elbow after big elbow after big elbow into my chest!
With a borderline sadistic grin, you ask if I want to see dominance. And, then you smash my chest with even more elbows.
I’m only still standing because I’m hanging onto the ropes. “Ahhh…. Yeah…. You’ve… been… working… on your… dominance… I guess…”
Mark_Duke:
As bruises begin to spread across your chest I tie your arms up in the ropes... Trapping you as I switch my assault onto your abs. "Don't question my fucking dominance Jay.". I snarl as I continue my assault. Sweat dripping off my body and yours. Each blow sends your sweat and saliva flying as I drive the air from your body ...
Jobber333:
You step right up to me and tie my arms into the ropes. I’m so weak I can’t even try and keep you from taking control of me.
Telling me to not question your dominance, I’m actually bordering on being afraid of you. And, then I see bits of the audience and remind myself this is a show. You’re the star, certainly, but it’s a show.
“What’s wrong… little buddy? You afraid… I won’t… respect your… abilities?” I don’t even have the strength back to get my voice to carry to most of the audience. And, immediately you’re slamming brutal blows into my abs!
Mark_Duke:
I continue this relentless assault on your abs
"I don't care if you respect my abilities Jay. I just want to hear you beg me for mercy before I completely destroy you.".
My focus is so single minded it's becoming a bit difficult to still consider this to be a show. It's starting to feel like I really do want to hurt you.
You can see how turned on I'm getting by this punishment. My cock begins to poke out of the trunks
"Submit Jay, then I'll fuck you right here. That's one of your fantasies right? Having people watch while a Muscle God like me fucks you?"
Jobber333:
After you stop to taunt me, I struggle to get out from the ropes. But, your experience shows in how helpless you’ve got me.
You tell me you want to hear me beg you for mercy.
But, you’re also clearly getting off on this! I can see your big cock pushing up and out of your trunks! You tell me to submit and you’ll fuck me. Right here!!!
Then, you go on to ask if that’s not one of my fantasies. To be fucked by a muscle god like you.
You gave me enough time to get some breath back, which I appreciate.
Without giving in, I ask you instead. “But, what about YOUR fantasies Mark? I thought you wanted to sit on me right here? Sitting right on my hard cock as it slides deep into that velvet ass of yours? Again…”
Mark_Duke:
I grin as you, despite your pain, still find the energy to talk shit... My barrage continues to demolish your abs...
"You know I ain't afraid to ride your cock Jay. Maybe I will let you fuck me, or maybe I'm going to fill your mouth and ass with my seed. You'd like that wouldn't you Jay"
Jobber333:
You keep slamming my abs, making sure I’ve lost my breath to talk shit back to you. “You know… I want you… Mark… why else… would I… LET you… do this… to me?”
Mark_Duke:
"Then all you need to do is submit Jay. Once you admit defeat then I'll give you more of me than you can handle"
Jobber333:
I try and pull myself out of the ropes again, but you have me good and trapped.
“I’m just… so tired… of being… your fucking… speed bag…” It feels like my right arm might be trying to work itself free. “And… you know… I can handle… you Mark…”
Mark_Duke:
You keep struggling. Trying to get free. My punches keep flying. Striking your chest as well as your abs.
"Submit to me and I'll stop treating you like a speed bag Jay. The longer you try to resist the inevitable the more I'll make you regret it.".
One hand stops punching you and instead starts choking you while the other keeps on punching your chest and abs....
"If you won't submit I'll choke you out. It's your fuckin choice Jay."
Jobber333:
My eyes go big as one of your enormous hands stops beating on me and starts to choke me! Erotic as all hell, but terrifying, too.
I finally concede and try and submit to you. But, with you choking me, all I can do is make pathetic grunting sounds… I look up at you, pleading with my eyes…. Surely you know by now that I’ll do whatever you want in the end…
Mark_Duke:
I notice that look in your eyes as I choke you. I let you get some air "Now choose... Submit or Sleep Jay.". I know you are finished but The Bull still wants to hear you submit...
Jobber333:
I look up at you. Even with my eyes filled with moisture like this, there’s something about you that I can so clearly see.
“I… give… Bull… I… give…”
Even as I give in, I know that you weren’t as brutal and rough as you could have been. I just don’t know if you were as brutal and rough as you wanted to be. “I’m… yours…”
Mark_Duke:
You concede defeat and I stop pummeling and choking you. I push you down to your knees and tuck my trunks under my nuts. My cock looms before your mouth as the bell rings...
"Show me how completely you are mine Jay. Show everyone..."
(End of Part One)
(Part 2 of this Epic.... https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/80125 )
Published: 2024-05-09, viewed 91 times.
Joey Duncan OMalley
2024-05-09 21:34"Waxing philosophical about ... Love of violence"
Mark and Jay get a bit 'Verbose' but it's worth the read..
Jay showing he might not be the full on Jobber his name implies.
A great match from former Academy head coach and a recent Academy recruit.
Good story and detailed descriptions from both guys.
Apollo Dante
2024-05-11 20:51(In reply to this)
Joey your comments on the first of this 2 part saga involving Mark Dude and Jobber333 ..let me say first of all Jay I am not sure why you use the “”handle” Jobber333 after reading this I just have to say FUCKK you are far from being a jobber. Both these sexy musclestuds engaged in an amazing “story” detailed exchanges for sure from these 2 who obviously know each other very well. The scenario you describe leading to the action was so creative..and what happened in the ring was such a turn on…about to read part 2 soon…you may know why ;)!
Jobber333
2024-05-12 07:38(In reply to this)
Thank you very much for the kind words Joey and Apollo! I will say, my preference is to be squashed by some of the big boys around here!
But, come on and be honest - how could some time with the amazing Mark Duke not turn into something really amazing and fun? Though, I’ve still got the bruises… 😉
Mark Duke
2024-05-11 22:24(In reply to this)
If you think that part one made you wonder about why Jay uses that handle, then part 2 will definitely reinforce those thoughts. Jay may like to take a beating but he's definitely no Jobber.