Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2017 19:49:30 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hercules Tamed

This story contains body worship and rough sex between consenting gay men.
If you don't like or appreciate these issues you should stop now, and not
read this.  Also, if you are under the legal age of consent, this story is
not for you.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep
in mind that this is fiction.  In reality, safe sex should always be
practiced.  This story is entirely fictional, and in no-way is it meant to
depict any characters or places or actual events in real life.  Any
similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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Hercules Tamed

Hey, I've got the best gaydar on the planet.  I don't give a damn if he had
more muscles than Hercules, I don't care that he just won the title of
'Mr. Pro Cincinnati' and also took the 'Most Muscular' award.  And I don't
care about the two beauties in bikini's that were draped over him.  I know
a fag when I see a fag.

But even if my gaydar hadn't been perfect, he gave himself away when I
walked in.  He looked at me just like everybody else as I came in, but he
did a double-take.  His eyes went by and then jerked back.  I saw it.  It
wasn't my imagination because I know that look, I've seen it a thousand
times.  Then, after a split second, he jerked his eyes away.  And the sure
giveaway was that he was now explicitly looking everywhere but at me,
definitely not looking directly at me and avoiding any chance of catching
my eye.

Oh, I knew.  I knew without a doubt.  And, I'll tell you what's funny, he
knew as well.  Yeah, he knew I knew.  He knew I saw that quick double-take
when I first came in.  I could tell from the way he was looking 'around'
me, not at me.  Another giveaway was his continuing to face in my
direction, unable to help himself, unable to resist checking me out, out of
the corner of his eye.  And, of course, he could see my eyes drilling into
him.

Of course, there were a dozen or two retards in the room who were bedazzled
by me as well, but that's just the way it is.  That's what I do to people.
But, Mr. Muscles.  He was hot, a real hunk, and he was the one I had eyes
for.

Obviously, I go for the best, the very, very best.  I mean, why not?  Win
some, lose some.  But when you're going after the hottest hunks in the
state, those wins are really special.  Mr. Muscles here, his name is
Leonard, Len, had just taken the top honors in the "Mr. Pro Cincinnati''
contest, as well as taking the `most muscular' award so it was now photo
shoot time.

Draped over him, one on each arm were a skinny blond and a skinny brunet,
each wearing three tiny triangles of material leaving them ninety-nine
percent naked.  This was always obligatory for the photo sessions.

But it was definitely giving me twinges of excitement and lust.  Oh yeah,
my dick was definitely waking up.

This was my game.  I loved bodybuilding contests, and never missed one in
the area.  Any contests within two hundred miles were obligatory for me to
attend.  And I went to them for action, and just like always when I'm in
the room with half naked muscle men, my prick was giving me twinges of
excitement and lust.

My intension was always to pick up a gorgeous contestant, and more often
than not I've been successful.  Yeah, that's a fact, I've had more than my
share of bodybuilding contestants, super gorgeous musclemen.  But I've
never actually gone for the top dog before, the winner of the contest.
Obviously, I'm gay, and I go after the gay contestants, and as you know, a
goodly portion of the contestants are going to be gay anyway.  So, it's
only logical that the gay ones will win sometimes.  And, there was no doubt
in my mind that Len was gay.

I licked my lips in anticipation.  Jesus, he was so fuckin hot; so, so
fine, totally delectable.  Man, oh, man, my dick was waking up.  I wanted
him bad.

The question is: does he know it?  Does he know I'm on to him?  I pretty
well know that he's intrigued by me, no question about that from the way he
acted when I came in.  But like most guys that see me, I'm pretty sure he's
intimidated by me as well.  I think he wants me, I'm pretty sure of that,
but he probably recognizes that I'm a top man who will most likely make him
into my bottom boy.

You think not?  Well, let me draw you a picture.  I'm a bodybuilder of
course, totally dedicated and even obsessed with big muscles.  Ain't nothin
in this world comparable to being really big and and there ain't nothing
wrong with being incredibly handsome as well.  I walk by and people's eyes
pop out in amazement; man, women, and children, they all do it, looking at
me in awe.

But, I admit I am not and never have been the perfect physical specimen
like the guys who enter the contests.  Not because I can't, but because I
don't what to be.  Those guys spend months working their asses off
preparing for a contest, literally starving themselves and spending their
lives in the gym, and spending as much time in front of the mirror as
lifting weights, trying their damndest to achieve perfection.  I'm simply
not into that.  And I don't have the ego that requires me to have to
out-due everyone else.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm big, bigger than most, and better looking than
anybody.  I'd say I'm beautiful, except you can't use that word with
somebody as big and masculine as me.  So, yes, I work my ass off in the
gym, but I just refuse to kill myself, and starve myself to achieve that
absolute perfection required to compete in the contests.

When I say big, I mean big.  I'm bigger than they are.  First of all, I'm
6'1" and a majority of the serious bodybuilders are small guys, under six
feet, and for many of them, way, way under six feet.  A majority of them,
the really muscular ones, are between 5'6 and 5'9".  It's simply a fact
that shorter muscles are easier to shape and form so most of the perfect
specimens are that heigth.  But, I'm not only taller than they are, I'm
generally bigger.  I'm really, really built.  Can you believe 21" arms?
Well, you better believe it, because it's true, they are massive.  How
about a 56" chest?  Yeah, 56".  Unbelievable, hey?  And listen to this; I
have a thirty-three and a half inch waist.  Hell, I'm built like a funnel,
an absolutely fabulous looking funnel.

So, perhaps you could say, I'm an `appreciator' of muscle.  I most
definitely appreciate super defined contest ready musclemen.  Hell, there
ain't nobody around who appreciates them more than me.  But I not only want
to appreciate their muscles, I want to experience their muscles as well.  I
not only want to see them and admire them, I want to touch them and feel
them and play with them.  I want to oil them up and rub my hands over every
inch of them.  I want to kiss them and lick them.  And, I want to rub my
big whanger against them as well.

Yeah, I want to appreciate them, but I also want to fuck them.  That's me.
That's my thing. I want to feel them up and drool over them while I'm
plugging them with my prick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey man, you really wowed them" I said as he stepped out of the shower.  I
made a point of being there at that precise moment so I could hand him his
towel.  There was a kid in here when I came in, a cute teenager, a budding
bodybuilder who was obviously Len's gopher, and more than likely his fuck
boy.  I took the towel from him, grabbed him by the seat of his pants, and
escorted him from of the room, locking the door behind him.

My gaydar already told me Len was gay, so it was no surprise that he had a
pretty boy lackey to serve him.  Besides, the kid was a cute little thing,
a perfect bottom boy, and I could see why Len had him here.  Under
different circumstances and if I had the time, I'd give the kid a tussle
myself.

Len gave me a surprised look as I handed him the towel, like: 'what the
fuck are you doing here?' kind of look, but then he gulped.  I got a hot
flash seeing that.  Yeah, he gulped, he was intimidated.  Not that I didn't
already know it, but seeing it up close was really hot.  He had to look up
at me since I was five or six inches taller than him, and he was obviously
intimidated by my big body.

"The crowd was wild about you, man" I said giving him one of my devastating
smiles.  I had startled him so much that he hadn't taken the towel from me
yet, so I rubbed it down the cleavage of his chest.  "Absolutely wild."

"Ah..., ah..., thanks" he said in a startled tone as he took the towel.  "I
... I ...  ah ... well, thanks" he repeated.  He started to dry himself.

"Strong here" I said, sticking my hand out.  "Glad to meet you."  Len
wasn't bashful, he made no attempt to cover himself and I liked that.  He
shook my hand.

"Ah, hi" he said.  "I'm Leonard, Len.  Ah ... Strong?"

"Yeah, Strong" I laughed.  "My nickname from way back.  But it fits.". He
laughed along with me.

"I guess it does" he said.  "Yeah, I guess it does.  Where's Ralph?"

"The kid that was here?" I asked.  "I sent him on his way.  I wanted a
couple minutes with you."

"Oh yeah?" he said.  "You ..."  I stepped forward, grabbed his shoulders
and kissed him.  Of course I startled the hell out of him and he started to
pull back, but I put a hand behind his head and held him there.  He didn't
fight me at all, and although he wasn't returning the kiss, he was going
along with it.  I told you.  From the first instant I saw him I knew he was
a fag.

With one hand behind his head, I held him into the kiss, but my other hand
got busy appreciating that incredible body.  And there was a lot to
appreciate.  I moved my hand from his rock hard, round deltoid to his
beautifully shaped bicep and gave it a squeeze.  As my hand moved to his
back and moved up and down his traps. he started returning the kiss.  Yeah,
he started getting into the kiss.

Clearly, to me anyway, returning that kiss was his admission that I was the
better man and he was going to be my fuck boy.  Yeah, it was, whether he
knew it or not.  I was the aggressor and he was giving it to me, accepting
my power and control.

My hand slid down to his ass and I pulled him tightly against me.

"It's no wonder you won the most muscular, Len" I said as I pulled back
from the kiss.  "You're gorgeous."

"Ahhh ..., ahhh ...," he said, momentarily speechless, not knowing how to
deal with my aggressiveness.  Holding on to his head I went back to the
kiss not allowing him to move or to speak, but I kept my other hand busy.
Busy on his ass, squeezing and caressing the cheeks and finally sliding a
finger up and down the crack.  He was not only not trying to push me away,
but he actually gripped my slim waist with both hands.

"I want you, baby" I whispered softly as I pulled back and looked into his
eyes from just inches away.

"Hey, man ..." he started to say, but I went back to the kiss to shut him
up.

He wasn't fighting me, in fact he was getting into it.  He was definitely
returning the kiss, and most noticeably, I could feel his dick rising
against my leg.  Yeah, he was getting a hard on.  I was not only
intimidating him but my forceful approach and dominate attitude was turning
him on.

I said I knew from the first instant I saw him that he was a fag, but the
open question was, will he accept being my sub?  A big muscular hunk like
him with a cute teenage follower, I had my doubts.  But that was what I was
here for, to turn him around with my assertive come-on.  I was most
definitely a top and I fully intended to turn him into my pussy-boy.

"You are so beautiful" I whispered breathlessly.  Yeah, breathlessly.  Len
definitely wasn't the only one getting turned on here.  Feeling up his
incredible body was doing wonders for my prick which was trying to force
its way out of my pants.  Holding his butt with one finger tucked into his
crack, I aggressively pushed my crotch against him, letting him feel my
enormous growth.  My very hard, very fat, very hot eight and one-half inch
pecker.

Keeping the kiss going and keeping my hand moving on his ass, I started to
slowly push him backwards.  Backwards towards the shower he'd just come
from.

He kept trying to say something but every time he tried to talk I'd stick
my tongue in his mouth.

I pushed him back into the shower and then up against the wall.

I moved my hand from his head to his hair, getting a good grip on a handful
and started to twist it, forcing his head back and to the side as I
aggressively kissed him; a lip bruising powerful kiss.  He started moaning
from the pain, but he wasn't fighting me.  He wasn't.  Yeah, he wasn't
fighting me.  He was accepting it.  I rammed my crotch against him,
slamming him into the shower wall.

"I want you, baby" I repeated, twisting his hair and holding his head back
and looking down into his eyes from my height.  And the look on his face:
it was ...  He ..., he was ..., he was in awe of me.  He was.  It showed.
He was in awe and overwhelmed by my forceful behavior.  I went back to the
lip bruising kiss.

As I kissed I rammed my crotch against him again, and, at the same time,
crammed a finger up his butt.

He let out a yelp.

But I held him there.  Pulling his hair, jamming my tongue into his mouth,
and twisting my finger in his tight little hole.

And it happened.  Boom.  Just like a light turning on.

His moans of pain turned to moans of lust.  Yes, yes it did.  I can most
definitely tell the difference.  A moan of pain is different from a moan of
lust, and this was lust.  He was hot; really, really turned on and so was
I.  Grabbing his shoulders, I gave him a quick twist, turning him around,
and then pushing him against the wall again.  Now, as I rammed my crotch
against him, it was his butt I was ramming against.

I bit him on the neck.  Not too hard, I didn't want to bruise the gorgeous
body, but I wanted to mark my territory.  "You're gorgeous, Len" I said.
"I gotta have you."

Still holding on to his hair, I twisted his head partially around so I
could reach his lips and went back to the kiss.  At the same time I reached
down and unzipped my pants.  I tried to pull my dick out but it refused to
come, much too hard and too big to fit through the fly.

I was so hot I could hardly stand it, totally frustrated for a few seconds,
but I finally got my pants unbuttoned and opened allowing my prick to
spring out.  Luckily, I wasn't wearing a belt and had no underwear to get
in the way, so my dick slid right into his crack.

"Oh baby, you are so hot" I gasped.  Still holding his hair, I backed off
of the kiss and started licking his neck, and at the same time started
humping him slowly, bending my knees slightly and sliding my dick up and
down his crack.  With my free hand I reached around him and grabbed a
rock-hard hunk pectoral muscle.  Shit, he was so fuckin built, so muscular,
I actually gasped in excitement, feeling the incredible hardness of him.
"You are so beautiful" I muttered under my breath.  "So beautiful."

As I continued licking and kissing his neck, I moved my hand from his pec,
reached up and stuck four fingers into his mouth.  "Spit for me, baby" I
said.  "Gimmy some spit."  I moved my fingers in and out a couple times
getting them wet and them removed them, allowing him spit into my hand.
Without objection, without saying a word, he spit.  Totally obedient.

Reaching down, I rubbed the spit up and down my throbbing pecker.  Oh, man,
was I ready.

Grabbing his butt once more, I jammed my finger back in again and wiggled
it around for a couple seconds.  He didn't moan or anything, but he was so
hot he was gasping for breath, just like I was.  Both of us gasping and
shaking in excitement.

I pulled my finger out and lined up my prick.

I pushed.

And, as you can imagine, something had to give.  And it wasn't going to be
my prick.  It was going to be that tiny little perforation in the middle of
his butt crack.

Len was all muscle so it was slow going, but very gradually his ass began
to open up.  Len is a bodybuilder so he is accustomed to pain, the pain of
exertion, the pain of forcing muscles beyond their normal capability, so I
knew he could take it.

I was big and fat, very big and very fat, so it was going to hurt, but I
had no doubts that this hunk could take it, take it and maybe even love it.
Yeah.  Bodybuilders love pain.

"Oooooooh" came out of his mouth as I pushed and pushed and pushed,
gradually forcing his little pucker to open up like maybe it had never
opened before..  He was all muscle and wasn't going to open up easily, but
my dick was a rock-hard muscle as well and I was absolutely determined.

"Push, baby.  Push" I whispered.  "It'll make it easier."  He did; he
pushed back, and my enormous whanger slid inside; the first inch or so
anyway.  "Ooooooooh shiiiiit" he groaned as I entered him.

Getting him open to accept the first inch or so, I stopped and just held it
there, giving him a chance to adjust.  "Oooooooh shiiiiit" he repeated.
"Jesus, you're big."  That pretty much answered one question I had; he
evidently wasn't a virgin.  He'd experienced this before but, of course,
he'd never had to deal with a prick the size of mine.

"Give it a minute, baby.  It'll get better" I whispered in his ear.
"You're going to love it" I did give him a minute and then started to move.
I reached around him and grabbed two handfuls of rock-hard pectoral muscle,
bent my knees slightly, and pushed up, forcing another couple inches into
him.

"Ooooh, shit, Strong" he moaned.  "Je-sus.  Take it easy.  Take it easy."

"It's okay, baby" I said into his ear.  "I'll go easy.  You know it's going
to get better."  I pulled back just an inch or so and pushed again. "Feels
fabulous to me, baby.  Absolutely fabulous."

I gave his pec's a squeeze as I gave another push.  "Oh, man, you are so
fine" I moaned.  Yeah, moaned in absolute salacious lust.  Another absolute
high point of my life, getting my dick into another body beautiful, an
absolutely perfect physical specimen.  There's nothing in the world to
compare with this.

Giving his pec's a good squeeze and giving his ear a lick, I rammed up into
him, forcing all eight and one-half inches up into his butt.  "Ohhhh,
fuuuuck" he groaned, but I was in; all the way.

We were both sweating up a storm now, but I just stood there, not moving,
giving him a chance to get used to being opened up, before I started to
fuck.

"Ready, baby? " I asked.  "Huh?  Are you ready?"  He was still panting and
didn't respond.  "Tell me you're ready, baby" I said.  "Tell me."

"Okay, Strong.  Okay" he gasped.  "I'm ready."  I got one hell of a hot
flash as he said this.  Yeah, he was ready.  And, yeah, he wanted it.  He
wanted me.  He wanted to be dominated and fucked.  He wanted me to control
him.

I pulled almost all the way out, and slowly pushed back in; into the hilt;
all the way.  "Ooooooh" was the soft groan that came from him as I pushed
in and held it.

"Okay, baby.  Here we go."  I started fucking.  In and out, almost all the
way and then in deep., not going fast but keeping it steady.  He was
tighter than hell, tighter than anybody I could remember, so the pressure
on my dick was literally indescribable.  Beyond fabulous.  Truly heavenly.

And this body.  Jesus!  I squeezed the pecs again and then moved my hands
to his biceps.  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.  Hot, hard, bulging muscles like this
absolutely drive me berserk.  "Oh, God" I gasped.  "Len, you are
incredible."  And, just like that, I felt a stirring in my prick.  It was
letting me know I was on the verge.

It was too soon, way too soon, but I couldn't help it.  Muscles always do
this to me.  I was every bit as turned on to his awesome body as I was to
the actual fucking.

So I stopped.  I froze.  I moved my hands to his rounded rock-hard
deltoids, pushed my dick in all the way and just waited.  "Oh, baby, baby,
baby" I gushed as I gave his neck a lick.  "Your body ..., your body ...,
Jesus, you turn me on.  You're so fuckin gorgeous."

Len hadn't said a word, quiet except for soft moaning and an occasional
grunt when I slammed into him.  But now, as I said 'you're gorgeous' he
smiled.  Yeah, he smiled.  I mean, I was right there, licking his neck, his
face turned to the side inches from me, so I could see the change in his
face to a look of pleasure.  Shit, yes, he was smiling.

He was enjoying it.  Hell, he was loving it.  He was loving having me
dominate him.  And he was loving having me fuck him.  Jesus, that gave me a
jolt and turned me on even more.

Too much.. Even though I was not moving a muscle, trying to hold back from
reaching the peak, I felt another lurch in my prick.  I was too late, I was
already there.

"Shit" I growled as I pulled almost all the way out and started fucking.
Boom, boom, boom, three hard thrusts.  Premature ejaculation?  Maybe yes,
maybe no, but right now I was having one of the most fabulous feelings of
my life.

As I started shooting, Len chuckled.  Yes, the shit actually chuckled,
laughing at me.  He knew he had turned me on so much that I couldn't hold
back.

"You fucker" I groaned through my frenzied fucking, but I had to grin.  He
had bested me.  He turned me on so much that I was as out of control as a
sex-crazed teenager.

And shoot I did.  Jamming into him one final time, I let loose like never
before.

He was pressed against the wall with his face turned to the side, so he
couldn't actually look at me, but there was no question he was enjoying it.
Those moans were definitely moans of pleasure, not of pain.

"Jesus, baby, that was so good" I gasped as I fired my last shot into his
ass.  "So fuckin good."  I put an arm around him pulling him slightly away
from the wall, reached around and grabbed his very substantial prick.  Very
substantial, probably a good seven inches, and very, very hard.  Yes, very
hard and dripping, absolute proof that he loved the fuck.

I started to jerk him off.  I figured he was close from all the moaning
he'd been doing when I was fucking him, and I was right.  He was very
close.

"Oooh, oooh, oooh" he groaned as I worked his prick, and it 3asn't much
more than a minute that he started to spurt.  "Yeeeessss" he screamed as
his cum splashed against the shower wall.  Luckily, I had an arm around him
holding him tight against me, because his legs went weak from the intensity
of his climax and I was literally holding him up while he ejaculated.  He
just kind-of sagged against me as I stood there holding him and kissing his
neck.

Finally, as he regained his strength, I stepped back, allowing my prick to
slide out of his ass.  Taking him by the shoulders, I gently turned him
around to face me and pulled him into a hug and a kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mmmmmm" was the only sound that came from the room for the next five
minutes or so.  Two gorgeous muscle men, perfect physical specimens of the
male animal, Hercules and his champion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Duane (aka: gladiatorkid)

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