As he had done almost every night since his defeat by the Mule, Tyrone lay in bed stroking his big black cock and thinking about the fight, the fuck, and his opponent.
|Tyrone lay in bed stroking his big black cock and thinking about the fight, the fuck, and his opponent.|
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He was a man obsessed, he could not get Mule out of his mind, the white stud both turned him on, and infuriated him. In Tyrone's mind, Mule had gotten lucky. If Tyrone hadn't hit his head on the rock, he knows he would have won. As far as Mule is concerned, it was his superior skill that won the fight. Losers always have some excuse, could have, would have, should have... but the proof of who is better is the one who takes the win. Once he defeated Tyrone he didn’t give Tyrone much thought. Tyrone on the other hand could hardly think of anything BUT THE MULE-and was fuming because Mule brushed off his requests for a rematch, which Tyrone attributes to Mule being afraid of him. Mule on the other hand simply doesn’t like retreading old ground, but is always looking for new vistas, and new conquests, be they in the ring, or in the sack- he rarely does rematches in either field of combat.
Tyrone decided to try and work through his Mule issues, and found a white chick on Tinder that was fortunately turned on by Ty's incessant and O.C.D. recounting of his battle with the Mule, and who expressed her desire to see her black stud Tyrone and the white stud Mule squaring off. Tyrone knows that somehow, someway, sometime soon he will have to convince the Mule to a rematch, in a loser gets fucked match, with the hottest white chick on Tinder as the prize.
|In Tyrone's fantasy, Mule and Ty square off, in a loser gets fucked match, with the hottest white chick on Tinder as the prize.|
In the meantime…it is Tyrone v. hand. Slowly Tyrone, stokes his long horse sized cock, and spanks his meat as his mind creates another of the dozens of fantasies he has had over the past few weeks, and like in all his fantasies, Tyrone is victorious…
|Tyrone, stokes his long horse sized cock, and spanks his meat as his mind creates another fantasy|
Tyrone raised his arm and smashed his fist down on Mule’s throat.
Mule gasped and clutched his throat, choking the pain in his wind-pipe agonizing. Standing behind the choking man Tyrone, brought his massive arms round Mule's massive chest, and locked his hands behind Mule's thick neck in a perfect full nelson. He leaned backward so Mule’s feet left the ground and, whirled the muscled blond round helplessly like a rag doll.
Tyrone let go, sending the muscular body spinning over the ground.
Mule pulled himself to his knees, Tyrone’s fist smashed into the blonde’s handsome face and Mule staggered backward. The onslaught was merciless as blow after blow rained onto the man’s jaw.
|a massive black fist crashed into Mule's face.|
|The onslaught was merciless as blow after blow rained into Mule's jaw.|
The blonde Adonis was reeling, spinning round under the rain of blows. He staggered back toward the water and finally crashed to the ground. Tyrone was on him in a second, kneeling over him with his hands clamped round his throat. He squeezed hard and watched as Mule's eyes opened wide in helpless terror. Mule felt he was being choked to death.
As he lay trapped in the big dude’s savage grip with his arm bent behind his neck at an angle it was never meant to go, Mule realised too late that he should never have taken him on. His shoulder was on fire and he could hardly breath. Time and again he tried to power up but it got him nowhere. Mule’s muscle and power were awesome but this guy’s were off the scale. Just as he thought it could not get any worse and the pain get any greater, he was clamped harder. The young powerhouse grunted intensely as he muscled Mule’s formidable body back and forth like a big rag doll.
|Mule lay trapped in the big black dude’s savage grip with his arm bent behind his neck|
|"Want me to snap his neck, babe? Tyrone asks....|
The young powerhouse grunted intensely as he muscled Mule’s formidable body back and forth like a big rag doll.
|Tinder Chick turned on by the beating Tyrone is putting on Mule|
Weirdly, in response to that thought his mighty dick stiffened even more
With one mighty roundhouse gut punch from Tyrone, Mule was doubled over, collapsed onto the ground, his massive arms clutching his stomach. Quickly Tyrone was upon him, standing over Mule raining down one lethal blow after another on his defenseless body. Tyrone pulled Mule up by his head. He got him in a reverse front headlock as he beat away at his back and shoulders with massive blows of his fist. Mule was forced to all fours under the onslaught. His conqueror stood in front of his face. With his mighty cock in his hands, Tyrone, laughing, began to unceremoniously beat the Mule’s face with it, even wiping it all over his head as he shouted “This is the cock that will destroy you. " Tyrone , his body dripping in a shower of sweat, stood over his fallen opponent. With his hand he wiped the perspiration from his face and eyes, flicking the wet, slimy residue contemptuously down on his fallen challenger.
|Mule was forced to all fours under the onslaught|
|Mule was taking the beating of his life|
|His conqueror stood in front of Mule's face with his mighty cock in his hands, laughing|
The hunk easily lifted the Mule up over his head and viciously bodyslamed him to the ground knocking the breath out of him. Senseless, Mule put up no resistance. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it Mule!” taunted Tyrone as he again reached down to flip Mule up over his shoulder in an excruciating backbreaker. With his arrogance running wildly out of control he strolled around sadistically bouncing the Mule up and down to deliberately increase the torturous pain he was inflicting. Then with a piledriver he smashed the Mule’s head into the ground rendering him almost unconscious.
Mule was beaten.
Suddenly Tyrone grabbed a handful of wet sand and smashed it into Mule’s face, grinding the sand into his eyes. Tyrone used his fingers to gouge Mule's eyes, filling them with wet sand, crunching it into his face. Mule was temporarily blinded.
With a howl Mule sprang to his feet and brought his hands to his eyes, trying to rub away the sand. He could see nothing, he was disoriented ….and then he felt a big fist smash into his jaw. He reeled backward, blindly swinging his fists but it was hopeless. He heard Tyrone’s creole guttural voice taunting him.
“You’re finished, man. I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. You’re all mine,” and a massive black fist crashed again into his face. “I can take my time with you, asshole ….torture you slowly. You’re blinded, and fucking helpless.”
Desperately Mule threw a punch in the direction of the voice but it went nowhere. “Admit it, stud, you’re beaten, finished. Tyrone has won. This is it, man. I’ve been waiting for this a long time. This is the beating you deserve.”
There was nothing Mule could do except stand there and try to withstand the onslaught. Tyrone toyed with him, crashing his fist into his face, pausing, then hammering him repeatedly. Mule was taking the beating of his life: his naked muscular torso gleaming wet, bruised and battered, his ruggedly handsome face flying from side to side as the merciless fists of creole fury landed again and again.
|“You’re finished, man. I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. You’re all mine,”|
|Tyrone hauled back and smashed one last mighty fist into Mule's helpless face.|
Still blinded, Mule was helpless. He tried to stay on his feet but felt the fight go out of him. His knees buckled and he knew he was finished. He was dimly aware of the sneering voice. “OK, stud, let’s put you out of your misery. This is it, man. I am the best.” Tyrone hauled back and smashed one last mighty fist into the helpless face. The muscle god arched upward, spun round, staggered backward, and the earth shook as he crashed to the ground face down in the water.
Quickly, Tyrone forced Mule into a full nelson. By brute force, he lifted Mule's 260 pounds of pure muscle out the water and held him, standing behind him. Tyrone's huge arms pushed below Mule's, forcing Mule's massive arms to flap outward. Tyrone's arms bent upward and his hands gripped Mule behind the head. His powerful arms exerted a painful amount of force on the thick, bulging neck of the jock.
Mule moaned in pain as Tyrone grunted.
Tyrone jerked his arms tighter, forcing Mule's head forward slightly. Mule fought back, bringing his hands up to his forehead and pushing his head back. Tyrone simply pushed harder. Mule's arms bulged as he fought, but Tyrone forced his head forward, in humble submission.
"Remember white boy you agreed to loser gets fucked...you ready to get fucked?"
|"Remember white boy you agreed to loser gets fucked "|
|"You ready to be fucked, white boy?"|
Mule's answer was a grunt and a powerful push. Tyrone continued to speak as he occasionally jerked the Mule's muscular neck with his powerful arms. "No, I doubt it. A man with a physique like yours isn't used to losing...."
"I don't punk out on my bets...you won my ass fair and square..." Mule replied thru gritted teeth, resigned to his fate.
Tyrone leaned forward and kissed the back of Mule's thick neck, nibbling one of his protruding vertebrae.
Tyrone pulled his torso back, slowly removing his stiff cock from between Mule's legs. Tyrone's precum dribbled down the inside of Mule's muscular quads. Then Tyrone slowly pushed his throbbing dick up and began to separate Mule's glutes. His muscular probe moved in between Mule's ass cheeks, ever-so-slowly parting the rock-hard ass muscle. Mule squirmed and fought. Tyrone yanked Mule's neck forward hard. Mule yelled in pain and stood still. He remained still as Tyrone pushed his hot, massive man meat pushed his hole wide open and invaded him, slowly, smoothly, wetly, inch by slippery inch, it advanced. Mule groaned in agony. The invasion seemed to go on forever. Tyrone's hips were like hydraulic presses. He grunted with pleasure as his pubes slapped against Mule’s ass.
Tyrone's wet, steel rod was all the way inside Mule's tight ass. Tyrone notched it in the last bit and then tightened every muscle in his body. It felt sooooo good to fuck this arrogant white bodybuilder. Mule was the epitome of strength, power, muscle and authority. And Tyrone was fucking him, bringing him in to humiliating submission.
Tyrone gently bit his lower lip as he held his prey still. He nudged his cock in and pressed it hard, up into the muscleman's guts. He flexed his rod, and Mule groaned as it moved inside him. Tyrone stood absolutely still now, continuing to hold Mule in the full-nelson. He held still, without pumping. He patiently waited for the semen in his penis to begin exploding inside the muscular man he held captive. His warm, dark ass cave seemed to involuntarily massage Tyrone's penis. Tyrone pushed himself in farther.
Mule moaned again. His neck and head were under unbearable pressure. Tyrone’s hard, wide dick inside him felt like a metal shaft as it moved inside his rectum. Suddenly, Mule began to feel the steel rod move. Tyrone's dick began to open and close inside him. Warm bursts of liquid began to fill him. Tyrone was cumming.
Tyrone winced with the first few ejaculations. His huge, muscular body tightened. His vascularity was amazing! Muscle on top of muscle rippled as his body convulsed with the most pleasurable orgasm he had had in a long time. His mega super-sized body began to empty it's semen into the super-sized body of Mule. Tyrone leaned back just a little, and lifted Mule's feet off the floor. His super-strong cock supported Mule's muscular body as it filled him with jizz.
Tyrone yelled "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Mule flailed in pain and pleasure as Tyrone's cock stretched his rectum. He could actually feel Tyrone's plum sized penis head expand and contract with each ejaculation. The rod inside him seemed to mechanically open and close to deposit its warm milk.
Tyrone released Mule from the full-nelson and continued to lean back, forcing his member up Mule's ass farther. He grabbed Mule's mammoth shoulders and held on tight. He yelled with each jerking ejaculation of his cum. "Fuck!--Fuck!--Fuck!--Fuck!--Fuck!--Fuck!"
The Mule, suspended in air only by Tyrone's big black cock, hung like a ragdoll. His muscular limbs flopped in the air as Tyrone fucked the shit out of him.
Mule felt like a rag doll ... a fucked rag doll. Yet in spite of all the pain and humiliation, he was also
sexually aroused and gratified as never before.
The huge white strongman had been broken.
|like in all his fantasies, Tyrone is victorious…|
The phone rang, Tyrone awoke-- swimming in his own spent semen, as he heard the cocky, confident, unconquered Mule as the call went on voice mail.
As his vision cleared he realized he was laying on his bed in his own apartment. The phone read 8:18 am. It was morning. Brilliant rays of sunshine flooded into the room.
“Wake up Muscleboy!” the White Devil on the phone said. " I got your email. Yeah, I would be down for a workout together to prove who the strongest is. I will leave you in the dust. Make sure to bring a spotter, and that chick from Tinder you have been talking with...."
Tyrone yelled loudly and sat bolt upright in his bed. He had been secretly practicing with his workout partner, Jamal, for just this occasion. He would show Mule he was his superior in strength. He felt himself getting hard again at the thought.
His torso was wet with sweat. He looked down at his chest and abs. His abs grew and shrank with each heavy breath he took. His heart pounded in his chest. He could feel it, and hear it
His fantasy orgasm had been of the most enjoyable kind.
His black skin glistened. His rippling muscles continued to ebb and flow with each deep breath. There was no fat visible on his huge, overly-developed body. His broad shoulders and thick chest were matched only by the magnificence of his 22 inch arms. Each defined head of muscle on his torso seemed to move with erotic power and sensuality. Small rivers of perspiration welled up between the ridges of his cobblestone abs.
He brought his hands up and placed them behind his head and stretched. His muscular torso danced with waves of powerful striations. He relaxed and brought his hands down. His wide deltoids powerfully capped his perfect upper-body.
He pulled down the sheet, which was also drenched in his sweat, so that it no longer covered his waist. The bed sheets were sopping, but it wasn't just with sweat. They were filled with white, milky fluid. It covered his massive penis and balls Even the muscular veins that wrapped their way around his thick shaft were visible. His tennis ball-sized testicles were forced forward by his obscenely developed leg muscles. The whole ensemble formed to make the most beautiful bouquet of muscular meat, scrotum, balls, and semen.
The ebony muscleman’s fingers played with the bouquet for a moment. He was used to having orgasms while he thought about Mule. But this ejaculation must have been one of his biggest.
"Shit," he whispered as his fingertips pushed on the goo-covered genitals. He was semi-limp. He tightened his dick, and a small squirt of jizz oozed out his hole. He wiped it with his fingertip and then stuck his finger into the pool of semen that drenched his genitals. Within seconds, his most base impulses took over and he found himself sloshing his semen and rubbing his cock with both hands. His huge arms swelled as he manipulated himself. He brought himself to an erection again. Oh it felt so good. His wet, steel-hard dick rose into the air as his strong hands caressed it. How he loved touching himself!
As Ty closed his eyes, thoughts of the Mule flowed back into his mind. “Someday Mule, someday soon your ass is going to be mine. I’ll be your master and you my slave. Someday ... someday soon!”
|As Ty closed his eyes, thoughts of the Mule flowed back into his mind.|