Warehouse Punk V

Warehouse Punk V
By
Gym Dude

It was a nice day at work, not to warm, not too cool. I knew it was going to be a great day, especially after I got the progress report from my buddy first thing this morning.  Phil is not only a successful bodybuilder, but also holds a second-degree black belt in Karate and knows how to use it.  When he got to Dave’s gym last night, there were too many people around so he waited outside.  He watched the whole thing as the three big muscle dudes beat the tar out of the tough muscleman.  I guess the big guy pissed off the wrong man this time.  Phil said the beating got so bad he almost jumped in to help Dave out before he remembered that he was there to do the same thing. It sounded like the guys had a lot of fun, I really wished I had been there to see it.

Warehouse Punk IV

Warehouse Punk IV
By
Gym Dude

I’ve always been a fair fighter.  I give a man a chance and after he’s beaten, I always let up and allow him to lose with dignity, well almost always.  Well, let’s say most of the time.  I mean sure, I’ll teach him a lesson and leave him with the clear understanding that it’s a major mistake to fight me, but I don’t really go out to destroy some guy and have never inflicted the kind of humiliation Dave administered to me.  It’s bad enough to beat a man in his own gym, especially the gym champ!  I mean, I have a reputation to uphold.  I was undefeated, I was THE MAN.  This kid comes in AS MY GUEST and not only shows me up in weightlifting, the bastard doesn’t quit until he’s wiped up the ring with my musclebound ass!

Warehouse Punk III

Warehouse Punk III
by
Gym Dude

I’m getting sick and tired of this kid lording over me.  It’s kind of funny to see him intimidate the rest of the guys, but I’ve spent too much time in the gym building this body up only to be rendered subservient to some cruiserweight kid!  There HAS to be something I can do and Dave gave me a clue the other day.  The kid wants competition and can’t find any.  I know that he can kick my ass wrestling and I don’t have much of a chance facing those legendary fists, but there is one area where this big bodybuilder can drive even Dave’s rugged muscles into the dirt!

Warehouse Punk II

Warehouse Punk II
by
Gym Dude

Things went along pretty much as before.  Dave continued his intimidation of everyone around him, while at the same time acting as though there was nothing going on.  It was really amazing to watch. Dave was a lot of fun to be around and everyone enjoyed his company, so much so, that we all ignored the fact that when he wanted to “play around” one or more of us would end up hurting.  To him it always seemed like great fun, but to us there was always a clear message, a reminder of his amazing power and total domination of every man there.  “Every Man” now included the big bodybuilder.

Warehouse Punk I

Warehouse Punk
by
Gym Dude

Short of money and long on time, I needed work and a friend said there was a warehouse hiring down at the docks.  The economy in East Texas had caused a major slowdown in housing construction and the money was OK.  This part of Texas gets pretty warm in the summer and working in the shade for once, had a certain appeal. As I signed up, the boss looked me over and hired me on the spot.  He didn’t even check my application and responded “I’d say you’ve got perfect credentials for this job”.

My Gym My Rules: Tag Team

My Gym My Rules: Tag Team

By 

Dean the Destroyer

Not much action in the gym lately, no good fights and no good lifts to talk about. So off I go to check out an old buddy’s gym, 30 minutes away and closer to the big city. During the workout I scope out the talent, both male and female, nice tits here and good bulge there. Still nothing to really talk about. After about a half hour of chest I was getting ready to do a little cardio and go but Charlie suggested we hang out till 4:30 and catch who would come in after second shift let out from the local plants. Now Charlie knows I just rough house wrestle but he also knows my gym is serious about a good fight. He has watched big guys go at it in either of the converted racquetball courts, the one fully padded or the one made into a wrestling ring. And knowing Charlie he has enjoyed them both.

The Rematch

The Rematch
by
Cocky Punk

Well, guys, it may surprise you, but duty obligates me to write this story … Crusher, Mangler and I met up again. You remember that Crusher got destroyed over the holidays and then he had to write the story about his destruction as further punishment and humiliation.  Well, he healed up in January and into February and the rematch between him and Mangler has happened.  And now, at the end of it all, I’m the one who has to put it all down.  Go figure.

Crusher's Holiday Experience

Crusher’s Holiday Experience

By

 Crusher

Well guys, I have to tell you this story about my experiences that took place over the past holiday season. I didn’t really expect that my trip would end up being filled with events that would make a story for this website, but I am compelled to tell you about it.

Who's The Man Now

Who’s the Man Now?

by 

Crusher

Eric hadn’t had a real easy time of it growing up. His mother ran off and left him and his dad when he was only three years old. So, it was just Eric and his dad for as long as he could remember. Eric’s dad, Tom was a retired marine and was very strict in his son’s upbringing. Tom had an attitude with a capital A and he never hesitated to embarrass Eric regardless of where they were. Even in front of Eric’s friends. It just seemed as though no matter what Eric did, he could not please his father. If Eric washed the car, his dad would point out spots that he had missed or say that it was dull and make him wax it over again. Or whenever Eric would buy something new to wear, his dad would tell him that it looked ridiculous and many times Tom would forbid him to wear it and make him return it. Those and many other similar things drove Eric crazy. But what really pissed Eric off the most was when his dad would embarrass him in front of his friends.

Muscle Cop Challenge

MUSCLE-COP CHALLENGE

by

Crusher

 

Matt was a 28-year-old cop who had been on the force for the past six years. He loved his job. He was lucky enough to have been able to procure a position patrolling on motorcycle. He loved riding his own Harley and had always wanted to be a motorcycle cop. It was not easy, but he managed to get a few strings pulled and finally got what he wanted.