Derek's Work Over

MY GYM, MY RULES

DEREK’S WORK OVER

by

Dean The Destroyer

You guys that follow the action know that I own a gym, free weights, machines, racquetball courts and what not.  Well I also have two courts that I have converted into wrestling courts.  One court is padded ten feet high with wrestling mats and the floor is covered as well.  The other court is set up with a standard size ring.  Both are for the use of the members.  However, my rules apply as to whom and when the courts can be used. 


Now Derek was a registered combatant, a relatively good guy, always seemed to be talking up a good-looking chick and always checking out any new girl who joined.  Never did he go without a girl on his arm.  With his good looks, Derek could easily have been a model.  His short cut hair was always perfect and gelled; he was always tanned and buff looking no matter what he wore.  Even though he only stood 5 foot 9, he looked bigger because of his build.  Broad shoulders, which tapered down to a waist no bigger than 31 inches.  He tipped the scale at 220 pounds dead even and boasted body fat of 7%.  With his military background he seemed rough, but was very friendly and joking around, except in the squat rack. Now I have spotted Derek and know he is one strong mother.  With a wide stance he does squats at 630+ pounds
As a side note, one day Derek who usually wears very baggy sweat pants, a tight-fitting shirt, and black military issue boots, finished a set at 585 pounds.  Since I was spotting him, he decided to go up in weigh.  No problem I was going to grab a drink of water and come on back.  Well I get back and damn if Derek had not stripped down to his mid-thigh, white, tight as hell jockey underwear, he looks at me in the mirror, repositions his bulge and steps up under the bar.  Does a solid set, racks the weight and since I always guide him onto the pegs with one hand on his back, he suggests that I put an arm around his chest as he seems light headed.  I held him for 15 seconds till he indicated he was ok, he flashed me a pearly white smile and again repositioned his bulge.   With such solid legs he sports a tight little ass that the girls love, and guys notice.

Well one day out of the blue I hear Derek saying, and not quietly, “hey fat ass, are you going to workout or just sit on that piece of equipment?  Some of us are here to use our muscles not to gain fat while we wait to die!” Derek was going off on Ron, as I later find out for no reason except because he was there.  By the time I got over to where they were Derek was up in Ron’s face. 

I stepped between them and said, “you know this is not going to happen out here, if you want a piece of each other then I have a court available.  What’s it going to be?”

“Fat ass here won’t take me on, will you bubble butt?” Derek taunted

“Fat ass?  That’s it!  Either court any time.  Even right now if you are ready to put you GQ looks on the line.” Ron questioned.

“Ring court, right now unless the smell of ‘HOT DOUGHNUTS NOW’ is going to sway you.  Bring both double chins of yours and let’s get it on.” Derek stated.

I know both these guys wanted this match, but Derek was so out of his usual friendly, attitude something must have been wrong.  Ron was 6 foot 1 and 318 ponds, not a small man and not very muscular.  Big arms, big chest, solid but not defined at all, a big bear of a guy who shaved all hair off his body.  He did have a waist on him but still rather muscular under it all, no body builder look but just big and burly.

 

They stepped into the ring and I took my seat in the observation deck.  Derek and Ron had stripped off their shirts and were down to baggy workout pants and boots.  Ron stepped up and slapped Derek and suggested he never comment about Ron’s ass again.  Derek, turning from the slap, sees me in the observation deck, smiles and throws a forearm at Ron’s chest.    This shot had little effect on Ron.  He grabs Derek by the left ear and bitch slaps him with his big right paw.  Two more of these and Derek is looking rather wobbly.  A big right into Derek’s midsection and he is winded. 

Ron whips Derek into the ring ropes, catches him with a knee to the lower midsection, which has Derek on his knees doubled over.  Ron catapults himself off the ring ropes and drives a big knee into the back of his opponent.  This shot plants Derek’s pretty boy face into the mat.  Pulling Derek up to his feet by his hair, Ron scoops him up, and performs a running power slam on the built stud.  Getting himself up and using the ropes to add to his momentum, Ron power splashes onto Derek’s chest.  After flattening the muscle boy Ron continues the assault.  Again, using the hair Derek is brought up to his feet, picked up and dropped midsection first across Ron’s big quad. 

Rolling around in pain Ron now belittles Derek, “come on stud, you’re not looking so big now.”  A vicious kick to Derek’s kidneys has the big kid in trouble, as he arches back and rolls onto his stomach; Ron drops a solid elbow into the small of Derek’s back.  This front and back assault is cutting Derek in half.  Derek has rolled onto his back just in time to see Ron come off the ropes with a big splash, putting all 318 pounds onto Derek’s chest.  Derek is out of it and Ron again wants to verbally abuse the stud. 

“Come on fucker, get up, I haven’t even started to rip you apart,” Ron taunts.  Pulling Derek up by the arm, Ron drives him back into the corner and plants a big shoulder into Derek’s abs.  Gripping Derek’s tight ass, pushing his fingers deep into Derek’s as crack Ron pulls him forward and drives in again with the shoulder.  After a third shoulder, Ron whips Derek into the ring ropes, follows him and plants a right fist into Derek’s abs as he rebounds.  This last shot just about sends Derek through the ropes.  Ron catches him, brings him center ring, rips those baggy workout pants off Derek, grabs the tight white mid-thigh crouch huggers by the waist band pulls up and gives Derek a wedgy in the back and accented Derek’s swollen cock in the front. 

After whipping him again into the ropes burly Ron traps Derek in a nasty bear hug.  Tightening his grip Ron works on the small of Derek’s back, bending the stud backward Ron’s cock is stiffening, as is Derek’s.  Hoisting Derek up higher, Ron drops him nuts first onto his solid knee, as Derek falls backward Ron holds onto Derek’s calves, jumps up and lands elbow first onto Derek’s chest.  Of course, the hip of the bugbear lands on Derek’s battered cock.  At this point Ron’s hardon is raging and Derek is pretty much broken.  Flipping Derek onto his stomach, Ron strips the shorts off of Derek, peels down his own baggy pants and under shorts in one motion and drops onto Derek’s ass. Reaching underneath Derek and grabbing him by his hips, Ron pulls Derek’s up, drives forward with his own cock and impales Derek’s ass.

With one of his big paws Ron grabs Derek by his hair yanks his head back and says, “ok pretty boy, now your ass is mine and I am going to make you pay for your comments.  Now you are my bitch for the night, undergoing to take my cock the way you have given it to so many girls, up the ass.”  From the look on Derek’s face it looked like Ron was bigger than he expected, or was it the fact that Ron still had ahold of his hair and was pulling his head up in rhythm with the fucking of Derek’s ass. From where I sat it looked pretty nasty all the way around.  Ron’s bear bare dimpled ass bouncing up and down and Derek grimacing in pain. As soon as Ron unloads into Derek he slams his bitch boy’s face into the mat, gets up, pulls up his workout pants. For one last shot, Ron jumps over Derek’s body, springs off the ropes and delivers a 318-poundsplash to Derek’s back, totally flattening the big boy out.  Ron gets up, leaves the ring and heads to the showers.

As I enter the ring court to check on Derek I ask, “you ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine.” Derek comments as he gets up out of a pool of his own cum. 

“Kind of looks like you enjoyed the fucking” I nod towards the puddle, “I didn’t think…”

“Every once in a while, it feels good to be the bitch” Derek interrupts me, as he puts back on his shorts, flashes me a big smile and readjusts his crouch.  I now know why Derek was picking on Ron.  

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS SQUASH JOB AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT; THE TWIST IN THE TALE IS ALWAYS INTERESTING.   LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK