From: "thejackolantrn" <thejackolantrn@yahoo.com>

Fight In The Desert

I had heard about Eric, almost like a family tells of it's 
history.....a legend.  For the guys in my battalion that had seen 
him....especially those that had seen one of his matches, it was all 
they wanted to talk about.  His size.....his power.....his devastation.  
Yes, Eric had definitely made his mark in the minds of every man who 
had seen him or heard about him.  I was in my 1st year in the Army 
and we were on our way to fight in Desert Storm.  I missed my gym 
back home and all the guys that I hung out with who had fantastic 
bodies.  I would enjoy after working out, going to the back room at 
the gym and watching these guys, all pumped up and sweat rolling down 
their chests, pose and flex in front of the wide mirrors that hung in 
the room.  There was nothing that could make me spring a boner faster 
than seeing muscle on a man.  Watching the muscle as he moved turned 
me into a raging horn dog!

I was walking to our barracks one night shortly after I arrived and 
heard several of the guys talking about this "match" that was going 
to be Friday night in one of the warehouses we had on the base.  
After listening to them, I realized they were talking about THE 
Eric.  He was going to be on our base and somebody had set up a match 
between him and one of the guys in my battalion!  I was amazed 
because I had pretty much seen everybody here and didn't remember 
seeing anybody that I thought would be a good match for this muscle 
monster I had heard so much about.  At this point, I didn't much care 
how even the match was.....I was just ecstatic about seeing some dude 
that was layered with huge muscle.  Whatever he did after he took his 
clothes off, I didn't much care!

I made sure I got back as fast as I could on Friday and took a quick 
shower, threw on some shorts and a tank top and headed over to the 
warehouse.  I was not the only one by a long shot.  The place was 
already filling up when I got there.  Some of the guys had set up a 
wrestling ring in the middle of the floor and the rest of the vast 
space was for all of us spectators.  I managed to work my way up to 
where I was about 4 feet from the ring apron.  I was so jacked to be 
this close to the action and I hadn't even laid eyes on the man yet!  
It was over an hour before the guy who was fighting him showed up, 
but we so busy contemplating the action that was about to take place, 
I didn't even notice the wait.  Much of the speculation was about how 
badly Eric's opponent would be injured....the extent of his injuries, 
etc.  This got me even more excited as I enjoy seeing muscle used to 
dominate and the power it holds.

My mind was quickly brought back to reality as the crowd started 
reacting to someone walking in from the back of the warehouse.  It 
was a good 5 minutes before I saw the outline of a man making his way 
to close to where I was standing and finally, climb into the ring.  
He had a good physique and I could tell, even with his sweats on that 
he was powerful.  Bill started to stretch and warm up.....using the 
ring ropes as leverage.  After a couple minutes, he pulled his 
sweatshirt off revealing a well muscled chest with deep cuts and very 
low bodyfat.  He removed his sweat bottoms as well, showing off great 
development in his legs.  Bill was 5' 9" and 245#.  A man who had 
dedicated himself to building a great body by any standards.  Any 
standards that is, except when you place him up against a monster the 
likes of Eric.

If I had not witnessed it for my own eyes, I never would have 
believed it.  The crowd immediately went into a frenzy as Eric 
entered from the back.  It took him a good 10 minutes to make his way 
to the ring.  When his enormous frame finally broke through the crowd 
and was standing a few feet from where I was.....my mouth dropped 
open.  I could not believe what I was seeing.  In all my days of 
gawking and worshipping at muscular physiques, I had never seen 
anything CLOSE to what I was staring at in this moment.  Eric was 5' 
11" and 350# of rock hard muscle.  His bodyfat was 8% and even with 
his sweats on, there was no hiding his massive frame!  His shoulders 
stuck out like watermelons hanging off each side and his neck was 
like steel cables running from the base of his skull, down his back.  
His neck was so huge....it was almost as if he didn't have one!  Eric 
was already mentally prepared for his match and barely noticed the 
roar of the crowd as he climbed in the ring.  He had been in so many 
matches, it was nothing more than just "another day at the office" to 
him.  He was a master of power moves and in ways of torturing his 
opponents.  He had been wrestling for 7 years and had not ever been 
defeated.  He knew more ways to make his opponents beg for mercy than 
you could imagine.

I had heard so much talk of this man and now that I had caught a 
glimpse of him with my own eyes, I could not wait to see him step out 
of those sweats and put those muscles to work!  Time seemed to slip 
into slow motion once Eric stepped into the ring.  I wondered what 
was going through Bill's mind, but those thoughts quickly faded as I 
wanted to think of nothing else except Eric's body and how he would 
use it as I watched from a mere four feet away.

My eyes were riveted on him as Eric worked at pulling his sweatshirt 
off his gigantic chest.  His huge upper body with those shoulders 
that were literally several feet across made it difficult for him to 
get the fabric over all that muscle.  How I wanted to jump into the 
ring and "help" him.  As he threw the shirt over to the corner of the 
ring, his body was in full view......MY GOD!!!!!, it is impossible to 
describe the thickness of each muscle group.  The layers of muscle 
were hanging off his body.  Huge, thick muscle groups.....bis, tris, 
shoulders, traps, lats, pecs, back.....all freaky, ripped to the bone 
muscle!  I was still in awe and gawking at his upper body when I 
realized he had also taken off his sweat bottoms and these 2 tree 
trunks of legs were standing in front of me.  The quads and hamstring 
muscles were cut into his legs like steel beams.  The teardrops hung 
out over his knees by at least 3 inches.

Eric's stats, I later found out were: 5' 11" at 350# with 8% 
bodyfat.  Chest 69", neck 24", bis 27", forearms 21", waist 33", 
quads 38", calves 26" and shoulder width of 42".  Now that's what I 
call a MUSCLE MONSTER!  Eric began to shake out his muscles and do 
some light flexing.  I couldn't tell if this is something he really 
needed to do or if he was just doing a little pre-domination against 
Bill (like that was going to be necessary)!  It didn't take me long 
to realize why he had never been defeated.....it would have taken half 
our battalion to defeat this monster!

My thoughts were broken when I heard a guy in a bullhorn explaining 
to the rest of us what was going to take place.  As I listened, I 
could feel my cock stirring in my shorts.  This was all so fucking 
erotic....I couldn't believe my good fortune of getting such a good 
vantage point to witness this match!  The rules were simple.......they 
had 15 minutes to wrestle each other and whoever was able to walk 
around to each of the 4 turnbuckles and hit it with his hand was 
declared the winner.  There were no holds barred and they could go at 
it until the bell rang, meaning time was up.  There no pins and no 
submissions.  I knew that if Eric had to stop when this guy wanted to 
submit, he could have the match over in about 30 seconds.  I was in 
for the best 15 minutes of my life!

The time keeper was standing close to me and he yelled up to Eric and 
Bill that he was ready when they were.  They both have him the nod 
and he hit the bell with the clapper and we were into the action!  
Eric and Bill met in the middle of the ring and each step that Eric 
took made the ring shake with his 350# of rock hard muscle.  Eric not 
only had a serious weight advantage, but also had a height advantage 
on Bill.  The slap of muscle against muscle could be heard throughout 
the warehouse and I could feel the power as they struggled for 
advantage.  It was obvious that the match was going to be no contest 
from the beginning as Eric easily powered Bill into the turnbuckle 
closest to where I was standing.  Bills, back hit with a mighty thud 
as Eric continued to power him into the corner.  Eric's massive frame 
overshadowed Bill as he followed him into the corner, delivering 
several massive knees into Bill's lower gut.  As Eric drove each knee 
lift into Bill's gut, I could hear the air rush from his lungs. 1-2-3-
4-5 knees, and as he delivered each one, Eric taunted Bill, "You 
think you can take all this muscle, you pussy?".  "Just look at this 
massive body, you pathetic piece of shit!"  With that, Eric grabbed 
Bill and started to crank on his right arm, pulling it way back 
behind his shoulder.  I could see the pain etched on Bill's face as 
Eric continued to twist and crank on his arm and shoulder.  Eric 
easily forced Bill down to the mat with the arm bar and toyed with 
Bill's mind and as flexed his massive arm to increase the pressure.  
He would occasionally decrease the pressure only to drive in a knee 
to the shoulder blade before he increased the pressure to it's 
original state, or slightly higher.

Eric looked down to where I was standing as he cranked on the arm bar 
and could easily tell that I was more than enjoying this match (I am 
sure from the condition my crotch was in).  "Hey bro, you like this, 
don't ya?).  I answered in the affirmative and with that, he brought 
up his left arm into the most outstanding display of bicep peak I had 
ever seen in my life.  27 inches of pure grade A muscle mass as he 
flexed it several times in a row.....slow, deliberate, long, hard 
flexes and he followed the peak up and down with his eyes.....enjoying 
his own display of pure raw, muscle.  He winked at me and 
said......"watch what I do to this punk next".

Now that he had singled me out, I didn't know if I would be able to 
contain myself as I finished watching him work Bill over.  Eric 
picked Bill up with one hand under Bill's crotch and the other around 
his left shoulder and easily hoisted him high off the mat.  Eric 
brought his right quad down and extended it out from his body and 
drove Bill's back across the rock hard, flexed quad muscle.  He 
allowed Bill's back to remain extended across the muscle for several 
seconds before he dead lifted Bill's body off his quad and repeated 
the process several more times.  Each time Bill's back connected with 
Eric's quad, there was a resounding scream of pain and agony that 
resounded off the warehouse walls.  Time after time, Eric would lift 
Bill's increasingly limp body off his leg, only to once again, drive 
it back down on the exact same spot on his quad.  His 38" quad didn't 
waiver an inch as the 250# came crashing down across it.  After 
attempting to cause some damage to Bill's back with the backbreaker, 
Eric rolled him over so he was face down and paused to look at him 
for a second.....as if he were measuring him for something.  With a 
quick turn of his massive physique, Eric lifted his huge right arm as 
if he were doing an arm pose and leapt into the air, driving his 
elbow, with all 350#, down into Bill's lower back.  He immediately 
got up and repeated the process just as he had done with the 
backbreakers a moment earlier.  Time after time, Eric delivered 
massive elbow smashes into Bill's lower back, and each time all that 
muscle came down, Bill let out a hideous cry of pain that was met 
with pure delight by Eric.  He was very used to having his way in 
these matches and the more pain he was able to deliver, the more he 
enjoyed it.  

By now, we were too far into match for Bill to have a shred of hope 
of winning against this powerhouse.  I was thinking what he needs to 
do now is simply concentrate on somehow reducing the level of 
injuries he is likely to suffer at Eric's hands.  I looked over at 
the stop watch the timekeeper had and we were 4 minutes into the 
match.  I thought to myself that 11 minutes is a helluva long time 
when you are going against a monster the size of Eric.

Eric's body had seemed to get even bigger, if that were possible now 
that the blood was flowing through his muscles.  The more he 
wrestled, the more energy and power he seemed to have.  He was 
completely ignoring Bill's requests to stop the match.  Eric loved to 
fight and even more, he loved the sense of when he had an opponent 
(or victim) mentally scared of his power.

Eric grinned to himself.....knowing what his body was doing to Bill's.  
the power, the muscle, the mind games he was destroying Bill with 
mentally.  He slowed the pace of the match down to ensure that the 
1,000's that were watching him, could get a good long display of what 
he was doing to his victim in the ring.  Eric's body was beyond 
description.  The muscle mass was layer on top of layer, all ripped 
to the bone and darkly tanned.  The sweat that rolled down between 
his massive pecs and his monstrous back made the muscle look that 
much more perfect.

Eric picked Bill up and stepped behind him to apply a full nelson.  
Eric's arms were so huge compared to Bill's that when he inserted his 
guns under Bill's they forced his arms straight into the air, on 
either side of Bill's head.  Eric laced his fingers together and 
began to force Bill's head into his pecs as the power began to surge 
through his neck and shoulders.  Bill's feet left the ground as his 
neck began to grow cold from the pressure Eric was using.  Eric began 
to shake Bill back and forth while he alternated shaking him back and 
forth, trying to snap his neck.  Bill was screaming and the screams 
reverberated off the walls over the yelling from the throngs watching 
Eric in action.  The crowd did nothing but encourage Eric to break 
his opponent in half.  I was certain that Bill's neck would snap 
forward any minute now and that would be the end of this match.  I 
couldn't imagine that his body could take much more punishment....at 
least, not like what Eric had been doing to him in the last 10 
minutes.

Again, Eric smiled at me and he mouthed, "watch this".  It wasn't as 
if I had planned to leave and go get popcorn or anything.  NOTHING 
could have driven me from that spot.  Suddenly, Eric released the 
full nelson and allowed Bill to fall to the mat.  Bill lay there for 
a few seconds....motionless.  My eyes were riveted on Eric....wondering 
what he was about to do.  I wasn't kept wondering for long as Eric 
slowly, methodically straddled Bill's limp body and leaned down to 
pick him up.  Eric bent down and wrapped his gigantic arms around 
Bills lower half of his rib cage.  Bill's entire rib cage was 
engulfed by these massive limbs of Eric's and his feet left the mat 
as Eric began to flex the mounds of rock hard flesh.  Eric turned so 
Bills' back was facing me and I watched as Eric's arms grew larger as 
he flexed his entire body....pouring more and more power into the 
bearhug.  Bill's back turned white from the pressure of all that 
power being forced into him like electricity running through his 
body.  Bill's back arched way back as he tried, in vain, to find an 
escape from the torture Eric was putting him through.  As if he 
leaned back far enough, he would somehow fall out of this boa 
constrictor like hold.  Each breath that Bill took became more 
difficult and labored.  Eric knew all too well how difficult 
breathing was becoming for Bill.  He had put this hold on so many men 
over the last few years, he was an expert at how to destroy them.  He 
had had well over 2000 matches and never had he been defeated.  All 
that muscle was impossible to move.  Eric kept grinding away on 
Bill's chest and lats.......crushing his fists into his lower back as 
Bill began to scream from the pain.  Every few seconds Eric would 
deadlift Bill's body and bounce it in the hug, only to catch it and 
crush his body deeper into Bill's as it came down.  With every thrust 
of muscle power, Bill began to lose more consciousness.  His limp 
body looked like a huge Raggedy Andy doll in Eric's grasp.

Eric began to lower Bill's feet to the mat again and as he did, he 
continued to punish his lats, back and pecs with huge bursts of power 
from the hug.  He walked Bill to the center of the ring and with no 
warning, Eric drove Bill down to the mat with the bearhug still on.  
As the huge thunderous noise resounded off the warehouse walls, 
Eric's fists drove deep into the cervical spine of Bill's lower 
back.  Bill's body convulsed several times as Eric lay on top of him...
flexing every muscle in his gigantic physique.  Dominating Bill and 
showing him exactly how much damage he was capable of dishing out.  
Eventually Eric got up and left Bill laying in a heap in the center 
of the ring.  The crowd was going wild with screams and worshipping 
this giant of a muscle man.  I stood in awe of what I just saw.........
Eric's body right in front of me....the sweat running off his gigantic 
frame.  He made his way thru the ring ropes and walked to my side of 
the ring and before he stepped thru the crowd, he came over and asked 
me how I liked the match.  "It was fucking great, Eric.......I loved that 
bearhug you finished Bill off with"!  Eric smiled and slowly raised 
up both massive arms into a double bi shot......"go ahead bro, check out 
this muscle".  I couldn't pass up an offer like that and I grabbed 
one of Eric's huge mounded peaks with both hands and began to try and 
dent the mountain of muscle flesh he was flexing in front of my 
face.  My cock immediately became erect as I played with the muscle 
as Eric flexed it.  

Eric turned to make his way back to the dressing room and the crowd 
started to disperse with everyone talking about Eric's latest 
victory.  No doubt many men would be shooting loads, thinking about 
what had just happened on our base tonight.... and what was soon to 
come ! To be continued