Gym Adventures 1: A Day At The Gym

[for all you Gym Dude fans, here is a brand new adventure, fresh off the press, with a promise of more chapters to come]

Gym Adventures I: A Day At The Gym

Gym Dude

GD 4/25/2020

Like most of us, I have my normal routine.  I get up, fix a protein shake, loosen up, grab my bag and head for the gym.  I check-in, greet anyone there and head to the lockers.  Minutes later I warm-up and hit the weights.  My routine got all screwed up today and I really didn’t mind.  I’m still processing what went on.

Samson vs Skull -- The Deciding Match

Samson vs Skull – The Deciding Match

By

The Mangler

Tonight’s main match at the Redneck Arena was the third meeting between the two combatants, Samson and Skull.  Their rivalry went back many years and their first match was the impetus for the formation of the Redneck Arena.  The fans had gotten involved after the match, and although Samson had won, he was subjected to abuse at the hands of the fan – a fairly common occurrence in this league, but usually reserved for the loser.  (for more details see Redneck Arena History).  Each had won one of their previous matches, the last was won by Skull about one month before (see Samson vs Skull – the Rematch).  So, while this would be the “deciding” match, the rivalry between these two was such that it probably wasn’t the last match.  And their ring battles were always very intense.

The Campout II

The Campout II

By

Gym Dude

Every day I hit my gym like a madman.  Not that I ever lacked motivation but that package of pictures I got from Claw Boy last winter continues to serve as a clear reminder that I need to be in the best condition possible or face a major ass kicking.  Every time I strain for just one more rep, I picture in my mind what Claw Boy is doing right now.  How much bigger has he become since those pictures were taken?  How many men has he pounded into pulp as he trains harder and harder to face me in August?  I am approaching 30 and must fight for every pound of muscle I gain while Claw Boy is still 19 and just hitting his prime athletic years.

Going Shopping V -- the final

Going Shopping V The Garage

by

Gym Dude

I woke the next morning and damn, I hurt all over. The studs on the wrestling team had done what they do best. As I struggled to get out of bed I saw the gray shirt hanging across a chair. Only the last line was showing: WRESTLING ME IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. I remembered how funny I thought that was at first.

The Letter (between Campout and Campout II)

(This is part II of the campout series)

The Letter
by
Gym Dude

Twenty-three, twenty-four .. and .... twen-ty ... Five!!! YEAH!!! I squeezed out the last rep on the bench. Three sets at 335! I still got it!

Going Shopping IV

Going Shopping IV-- The Park-Round 3

by Gym Dude

About a week after the mall incident, I ran into my wrestling victim and a few of his wrestle buddies in the park. A challenge was made to take on three remaining healthy wrestlers in one-on-one competition. I need to beat two of them to win the shirt and put an end to this confrontation. I started off by beating the shit out of a 200-pound wrestler and was on my way taking down their 215-pound champion but the son-of-a-bitch caught me napping and crushed me into submission with his incredibly powerful body scissors and bear hug combination.

Going Shopping III

Going Shopping III

by Gym Dude

About a week after the incident at the mall, I ran into my wrestling victim and a few of his buddies in the park. A challenge was made to take on three remaining healthy wrestlers in one-on-one competition with an agreement that if I can take out two of the three wrestlers, I keep the shirt and we declare this whole thing over. So far, I beat the shit out of their 200-pound wrestler and left him screaming in the dirt! Cool!

Punk's Vengeance

Punk's Vengeance

By

The Mangler

Scott studied himself in the mirror. “Looking good you stud you”, he said out loud. He had just finished dressing for his match tonight and indeed was looking pretty good. Scott was 36 years old, stood 6'2", weighed in at 230 solid muscular pounds. He had wide shoulders a 46-inch chest which tapered to a 32-inch waist. His wrestling trunks for tonight were black with a bright red strip running from right to left – his “lucky” trunks. His pectoral muscles stood out proud and hard, covered with a thick coat of dark black hair. His nipples were lost in the covering but if they could be seen were quarter sized and very firm. The chest on his hair tapered down to a single line that ran down the abdomen and disappeared into his trunks. Underneath the trunks, the hair splayed out thick and dark. The bulge in his trunks hinted at quite a nice “package” – one which none of his lady friends complained about at all. In two weeks, he would be wrestling for the championship belt. Tonight, he was wrestling in a bout against a young punk by the name of Jace. The match was designed to pump up Scott before the big match and also to put Jace and all the young hot shots in the league back in their places.

 

Beach Bash

Beach Bash

By

The Mangler

The guys of Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) had initially come to town for spring break – and had a blast. While there, they learned there was a beach wrestling tournament in the city every year in May after most of the crowd had left. In order to compete, each wrestler had to cough up 5000 dollars, but the winner got ALL the money while everyone else got nothing. There were three divisions – 200 - 230#’s, 170- 199#’s and 140-169#’s. After some discussion, the five guys returned to town and had their star wrestler, Matt, enter the tournament. It would be a quick way to pick up some serious cash IF Matt could win – and of that, they had no doubt. Matt stood just a little over 6' tall, weighed in at 210 rock-solid pounds, had a massive upper body that tailored down into a slim waist – and was drop-dead gorgeous as well. Matt had an ego to go with his body, but so far had lived up to it. Matt didn’t have money yet, so each guy agreed to put up 1000 dollars.

They returned to town for the tournament, and as expected, Matt was the winner. Since ten fighters were in the HW division, he had won a cool $50,000. Unfortunately, his ego and his friends had put that money at risk. That’s because the winner of the Lightweight division (Blade – 5'10" tall, 169 pounds, thin, lanky) had started riding Matt almost as soon as the matches were over about being a pretty boy pussy. This had not set well with Matt, and a war was brewing. A challenge had been issued and accepted, Matt versus Blade, with the winner getting ALL the money (which came out to $80,000 as there had only been six wrestlers in the lightweight division). Initially, Matt had not wanted to risk the money (although he felt there was no risk), but his friends had talked him into it since it would be “a cinch to beat that skinny little nothing.” After negotiating the rules, it was decided to be an NHB fight to pin or submission.

Spring Break Nightmare

Spring Break Nightmare

By

The Mangler

The barbell rose slowly to its full height. The muscular arms trembled with the heavy weights. The big 19" biceps bulged as the weights were slowly lowered until coming into contact with the sweating, hairy, shirtless chest. Even more slowly the bar began the final ascent, pausing briefly halfway as the arms and the weights battled for supremacy before the arms won out. The bar was returned to the rack accompanied by a loud grunt and the sweating figure jumped to his full 6'2" height. He turned to check himself in the full-length wall mirror and pumped his right bicep to its full mass. "Look at it and weep, wimps," he called out loud although the room was empty. Just a minor detail of absolutely no importance to Jerry.

He imagined how he would be seen through the video lens of some babe's camera. The video would begin at the feet, noting the new white Reeboks with the short athletic socks running partially up the ankle. As the camera slowly panned up the body it would encounter the shapely hair-covered muscular calves, the muscular defined thighs (product of much jogging and weight work), the sweat-stained grey shorts with the well packed crotch, the jockstrap clearly visible through the clinging material. The camera would linger at this truly awesome site before continuing its upward adventure. It would encompass the narrow 31" waist; the awesome abdomen, each ripped muscle perfectly delineated; and then it would arrive at the chest. The 42" muscle packed wonder that was the envy of every male around. Each pec full, round, covered with curly black hair; the quarter sized areolar with peaked nipple in the middle; a deep valley running between; the powerful biceps caught at the edge of the screen. Slowly the camera would move even higher to show the powerful neck and then caress the handsome face framed by the shoulder length brown hair. In simple terms, 200 lbs. of perfect masculinity.

The Bees vs C&M

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Big Brother to the Rescue

Big Brother to the Rescue!

By

Crusher

Vinnie is a senior in high school.  He was enjoying his senior year very much.  He had lots of things going on.  His best friend is Chal Caplin.  Chal’s father owned a public gym in town.  The gym was closed on Sundays, so he permitted Chal and his buddies to use the facilities when they were closed.  Vinnie, Chal and the gang would get together every Sunday and spend the better part of the day at Cap’s Gym.  They loved to pretend that they were professional wrestlers and they would have match after match in the ring.  Vinnie however, was considerably smaller than the rest of the guys.  They were all juniors and seniors in high school and were 18 years old.  But Vinnie was only five feet five inches tall and weighed 135 pounds.  He had dark hair and eyes and was beginning to show some hair on his chest.  Both of his parents were of Italian heritage and you could tell just to look at him that he was Italian.  He was a handsome young lad.  Most of the other guys were anywhere from five feet nine to six feet two inches tall and weighed in around 165 to 200 pounds.  So, you can imagine what Vinnie was up against.

Other Websites

Other Websites

Hope you guys have been enjoying the story a day posting for this week.  Tomorrow will the last story posted out of that group.  I will be posting a new Mangler Story early next week.  Probably on Tuesday.  It is a story set in the Redneck Arena universe.  

In the meantime, check out the following websites:  some of my favorites
(note:  I have not included any sites that produce wrestling videos in this list.  That will be another post in the future)

 The Cave

Did you enjoy Dynasty or Knots Landing??  Then you should love The Cave.  It is a gay soap opera set in the wrestling world.  There are around 194 stories presently on the site (give or take, I lost count trying to count-- and me a former Math major).  Alex does an EXCELLENT job of creating a universe and weaving his characters through it. I first discovered his writings back around 2012 or 2013 when he was posting on a different website.  I loved the Cave 1-3 so much that I had them copied to my hard drive.  He was also doing his route 69 series (I think) at that time, but I wasn't as much into as I am now.  I lost contact with the site, due to a thing called life, but recently rediscovered his writings.  Truthfully, I still haven't caught up with all of them but it gives me something to do.  Check it out.  (Yes, I realize that most of my traffic comes from his site, but for those who come from other places GO TO HIS SITE.).  He also reviews videos from underground wrestling companies.  I have found a couple of new favorites due to his reviews. 

Wrestling Arsenal

It seems like I have been visiting this site forever, but it’s only been around since 2009.  I remember when I first found this site, I had stumbled onto his index page.  I could then look up posts that corresponded to my favorites (low blows, foreign objects, tag teaming --surprise, huh).  I recently started visiting more regularly.  He also does reviews of matches, both underground and ("above ground" ??), mainstream. He has many posts from the 70's and 80's which are my favs.  

 Ringside At Skull Island

At first, I thought this was a newer site for me, but then realized that I had visited it in the past but not often.  He does reviews of matches, styles, what turns him on and photo narratives.  Today, I just found out that he has some stories from when his blog first started.  Haven't had a chance to look them up but they are on the list.

 Pile Drive U

One of the first sites I discovered on tumblr.  I describe his postings as photo stories about themes that he likes.  Of course, he has been having trouble with tumblr and his "adult" site.  Folks there is nothing "adult" about this in terms of nudity, sex or anything else.  The only explanation is that it is about the "homoerotic" suggestions.  Can we all say BULLSHIT together.  He has recently moved to blogger and has started some new posts.  I LOVE his "ask me" posts. And no, I did not "steal" his “around the web” idea from his last post (SMILE).  I have been working on this post for a while and he just beat me to it.

Jobber Humiliation

Well the title just about sums it all up.  He blogs about Jobber Humiliation.  His posts are a combination of reviews, real life events, and fictional stories.  His stories are right up my alley most of the time.  Recently he has been featuring a guest writer named Ringdogggg.  For those of you who haven't encountered ringdogggg, he writes way over the top stories about jobbers getting beat up.  Some of his scenarios are pretty outrageous, but they aren't meant to be taken too seriously.  Some of his stuff is adult oriented but clearly involves only adults.   

As anyone who has read my stories will be aware, I like themes of ballbusting and CBT.  So, unsurprisingly, there are two websites that I particularly like around these themes:

 Jayse's Brutal Ballbusting Stories

Well the name pretty well says it all.  Jayse writes some new stuff and he also takes other's stories and "alters" them more to this theme.  Whenever he uses other's stories, he almost always posts the original and he ALWAYS gives credit to the original author.  I have several stories that he has adapted and have no problem with that.  What I DO HATE, is when someone take my story (or anyone else’s) and then passes it off as his own. Not cool.   These stories range from mild (rare) to brutal (often) to extremely violent.  So, this site isn't for everyone. 

 Ballbusting Boys

This site features stories about tiddlywinks and checkers. Okay, just checking if you're still reading.  Obviously about ballbusting.  In general, the stories are "milder" but some can be pretty violent.  He also has some videos about low blows, and ball torture.

Those are my favorite sites about wrestling and ballbusting I like.  It is not a comprehensive list.  When I first started posting my stories, the internet was young and sites about homoerotic wrestling few and far between.  Today a much richer environment.

If there is a site you think other readers or myself would like please mention them in the comments section.  

Vinny's Wrestling Stories

This is a new blogger site dedicated to the stories of Vinny muscle also known as sexyalphawrestler on Gaydemon.  He has decided to start publishing his own stories and blog.  

The Initiation

The Initiation

by

Lifeguard

This was going to be Ray's first time in a wrestling ring. Up to this point his wrestling experience was limited to horsing around with friends and a little amateur style wrestling in high school. Neither of which had prepared him for what was about to take place.

The Campout

THE CAMPOUT

By

Gym Dude

I'm proud of the fact that I have always taken pretty good care of myself. Dad started me lifting weights with him while I was still in grade school and I really got into it for high school football. Football was good for me, good enough to pay for 4 years at UCLA. Even today at 28, my health is important enough to get me in the gym 5 or 6 days a week. I'm able to keep my weight down to a lean 216 which seems about right for my six-foot one frame. This is a young man's world and my dedication to good health not only keeps me in the running with the young bucks, I can still kick the ass of just about any man I come up against.

Wrestling Weekend Part 1

Wrestling Weekend Part 1

by The Defenseman

It was the summer of 1996 and I was just finishing up my dissertation. While I worked on my degree, I earned money any way I could. I sold plasma, worked temp jobs, and did some wrestling for a local pro league: the GLW Great Lakes Wrestling. I wrestled under the name "The Defenseman"; my partner Kevin "The Goalie" Moran and I were known only as "Slapshot" and for nine months, we were undefeated tag team champs. Kevin was a master of high flying moves, while I was the tough little fireplug who could fistfight his way out of any trouble. But then Kevin graduated and took a job out of town and I just lost interest in the whole scene. Actually, the money wasn't bad for forty minutes of work (sometimes when we were short wrestlers, I'd put on a mask and wrestle twice or three times). And I loved the fights the smelly cigars, sweat, stale beer, the buzz of inflicting pain, the dizzying rush of being on the receiving end and then fighting back.

Military Match

Military Match

by Dean The Destroyer

This match is an all out fight between two guys who have gone at it before, not against each other till now. Chris, 245 pounds of beef, 5 foot 11 and just big, muscular, yes, but not defined, rough and rugged. An ex-marine who is bearish but trimmed, a big solid chest, half dollar nipples and impressive arms. Chris’s rugged features make him handsome yet not a pretty boy by any means. Derek on the other hand was all that, 5 foot 8, 200 pounds, dashing good looks and also a military background. Showed a six-pack but was more proud of his big chest that tapered down to a small waist. Clean- and defined, Derek was straight out of GQ, his dark tan was fake, but his bulge in his tight square cut shorts was not.

The Fireman

The Fireman

by

Cocky Punk

Bruno’s friends and co-workers had a nickname for him – Bruno the Bear. They meant it as a compliment. He was the ultimate man in their eyes. He was rugged and macho, testosterone oozing from every pour. His voice was deep and rich. The fact was that every man wanted to be his friend and every woman wanted to be his lover. Bruno was a firefighter, which only increased the allure – firefighters were notoriously strong and sexy. The fact that Bruno risked his life every day to save others was an added bonus.

The Showdown

The Showdown

By

The Mangler

It is hereby agreed by the parties signed below that the match shall consist of a no-time limit match.  The standard rules of The World Pro Fight League apply with the following exceptions as agreed to by both parties:

1. each wrestler is entitled to one (1) second at ringside.  Said second must be selected in advance and said name forwarded to the referee at least one week prior to the match.

2. each wrestler is entitled at the time of the match to select one (1) additional rule or requirement pertaining to the attire, rules, and conduct of the match subject to previous agreement with the ref.  Said rule will be announced to the other wrestler by the referee at the beginning of the match.  If either wrestler chooses not to accept said rule change, he shall pay a fine of $100,000 to the other wrestler and be barred from the league for six (6) months.  Said wrestler remains under exclusive contract to The World Pro Fight League.

a.      each wrestler may discuss the proposed rule with the referee anytime up to one week prior to the match.  The referee shall rule on the admissibility of the rule change and has a complete and final say over the allowance of any rule.

b.     the referee shall show broad discretion in the allowance of the proposed rule; only those rules that are extremely dangerous or manifestly prejudicial to one wrestler shall be disallowed.

          c. the referee MAY NOT, under ANY circumstances, discuss one wrestler’s proposed rule or the content of either wrestler’s discussion with the other wrestler.

Routine Maintenance

Routine Maintenance:

If it ain't broke - break it

by Gym Dude

It all started with the stove in my apartment. One of the elements in the oven has this intermittent problem, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't.  It's just enough to be a pain in the ass so I finally called the manager and had them send Chad over. Chad is the maintenance man for the complex and an interesting guy. He's about 5'10" or so and around 180 pounds. At 22 he is fairly young but seems to know his stuff and does pretty good work. He's kind of aloof and it seems to me he's got an attitude.  Some people say I do too and maybe that's why the two of us never really hit it off.   

Routine Maintenance II

Routine Maintenance II

By

Gym Dude

I HATE my kitchen!

I was never really fond of the kitchen, but since our maintenance man physically trashed me, TWICE, I can't go near the damn room without remembering every painful moment.

Redneck Arena History

The Redneck Arena has become a popular venue for many of my stories.  This is very surprising as it was initially created for only one story (Bodybuilder’s Destruction), but then took on a life of its own.  So here is the “official” version of the history of the redneck area.

History of the Redneck Arena

By

The Mangler

The Redneck Arena.  Of course, that wasn't the official name of the place but no one remembered what that was.  The Redneck Arena was used by an 'underground' wrestling circuit where the action could be, and often was, rougher and more brutal than what was normally allowed. 

Bodybuilder's Destruction

Bodybuilder's Destruction

By 

The Mangler

Todd pulled Curt from the mat, lifted him above his head and delivered a power slam to the mat. Rolling Curt up into a small package, Todd watched and listened as the referee counted "one, two, three." As the crowd cheered their approval, Brett, the referee, lifted Todd's arm to signify him as the winner of the match.

"Yeah, I won, but no thanks to you shithead," Todd said in a low voice to Brett.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"What do you mean, 'What does that mean'? It means that was the worst job of officiating I have ever seen in a match."

Releasing Todd's arm, Brett turned to face him. "Fuck you, asshole. The match was refereed fair and square. Just because he had you going for a while there is no reason to take it out on me."