Mule and the Trucker

by Mule, captioned art by Steve Reeves, Editing by Stefan Kane

MULE

TRUCKER

Summer of my junior year.....

MULE the 6'3'' 257 ripped as fuck built like a brick shit house college football jock  gets hungry at 2 a.m. and he and James, a jock sniffer with a man crush on Mule head for a  late night meal at the diner in the local truck stop out on the interstate.

Mule and his jock-sniffer, James

 MULE was  sitting and eating with James  when this huge muscle mountain of a trucker strolled in, in a tight tee with  muscles bulging and sat down at a table. The trucker had to be about 6'4", 270 with tattooed arms, chiseled handsome features,  maybe 10 yrs older than the college boys.  James couldn't help staring at the massively muscled trucker. MULE took notice. got a little jealous of the attention James was giving the trucker, so MULE  nonchalantly put hand up behind his head, squeezing the back of his neck emphasizing the bulging 20" cannon ball bicep, he flexed his guns making sure the trucker noticed which he did.  Then the trucker responded to Mule's challenge:  the trucker placed his hands on the back of his neck and while stretching gave MULE a good shot of his huge flexing 22"rock hard arms with a smirk.  MULE  glared back at  being outgunned and kept his eyes on the trucker. 

Mule and James could not help but gawk 
at the muscular Trucker

Moments later the trucker got up and walked by MULE and James'  table flexing his pecs as he headed to the restroom, showing off to James and trying to show up MULE.  MULE waited  for a moment and then followed the trucker to the restroom. MULE stood outside the restroom door until  the door  opened and the trucker stepped out,  They stood facing each other. Both men were in top shape but the trucker had a bit of muscle on MULE as he flexed a double bicep showing MULE his cantaloupe  sized peaks. MULE responded with a double bicep of his own impressing the trucker with  his hard 20+" guns. 

  "Want to see whose muscle is stronger , dude?" the trucker said to MULE.

 "Fuck yes!" retorted MULE 

"You SURE little man" said the Trucker with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

 "Yeah, I'd love to take you in some arm wrestling and wrestling, fucker..." the MULE responded.

Want to see whose muscle is stronger, dude?

"I'll show you who the fucker is,  punk" the trucker said as his pecs bounced. "Follow me, I know they have a private meeting room here where we can settle this." Both men strutted towards the meeting room as James ran and took a seat in the meeting room next to some stored tables and chairs  which gave James an excellent viewing spot. Moments after the men entered the meeting room the trucker locked the door behind them..  MULE brought a couple chairs up to a table as the trucker flexed his right bicep.

"You don't stand a chance against these babies!" the Trucker smirked.   MULE gulped when he observed the trucker pump his 22"ers as they then stared each other down over the table and they locked up. For the next five minutes James had never heard so much moaning and groaning as James witnessed their huge arms and forearms pump in arm wrestling battle as  they taunted each other in a stare down- MULE looked like he was going to take the trucker's arm down to the table as his arms bulged with veins but the trucker groaned and heaved and pushed MULE back a little and MULE held him for about ten seconds and then the trucker got another wind and slammed Mule's arm down onto the table.

The trucker stood up "Looks like you need to work on strengthening those guns" as he smiled at MULE flexing in victory. He then walked over and flexed his massive bicep in Mule's face- "This is what muscle is PUNK! Sure you want to wrestle? But first  I got to hit the can, you two buttercups can come with and we will settle this when I finish draining the hose" MULE just stood up siliently: humiliated, rubbing his arm  and along with James followed the behemoth into the toilet.

While the Trucker used the urinal, Mule  proceeded to step out of his jeans, stripping down to his plain white BVD briefs, and placed his hands on his hips, before tensing his chest, abs and quads.  For a moment, he looked down at his own impressive body appraisingly, then he lifted his head and smiled confidently at his opponent.

When they were handing out genetic cards-
Mule was dealt four aces.

When MULE was stripped down to his tight  fully packed tighty whites  you could see his muscled body was pumped and full of sweat already.  James admired Mule's tanned and jacked college jock muscle god body: beef steak  meaty pecs, broad  boulder shoulders a mile wide, rippling abdominals as thick and hard as speed bumps ,  incredible tree trunk legs, and great lats so wide they looked like a  flying dinosaur wings.

What do you think of the Mule now, mutha-fucker!

The trucker followed suit and stripped down to his own briefs... to reveal his equally impressive musculature: with massive hairy pecs on a huge overhang of a body-builder’s chest, traps like mountains, narrow waist topped with a ripped set of muscled abs that were solid mounds of river rock projecting on either side of a treasure trail. He sported hairy legs that were as muscled as Mule's and a very impressive bulge in his tighty white briefs. The stud was PURE MUSCLE: hairy testosterone-packed male virility . James was in awe as he realized that this giant trucker was every bit as muscled as MULE... in fact the trucker's physique was more than a match for the heavily muscled brawny college athlete.

The trucker's physique was more than a match
for the brawny college athlete. 

Each gladiator was staring at the other's superbly muscled body. The two Herculean hunks stood there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. Both knew he was up against a supreme physical specimen.  Specimens like this just had to take each other on, they couldn’t stop themselves, they needed to show they were boss. Manly self-assurance oozed from every pore.  Mule felt his own strength being scrutinized and appraised by a fighter who was easily his equal.  Two enormously muscled, body-builders... two muscle studs who know they can defeat most anyone their size... putting that reputation on the line to see who can kick whose ass... "You're about to have the bout of your life, Mule," smiled the confident trucker...as the muscle-head oozed the kind of conceit that only men of incredible muscularity have.

Their  massive chests collide together
as both musclemen  powered for dominance

Like two untamed bulls  they circled one another muscles flexing and rippling every cautious step of the way.  Both titan’s massive cocks pulsated in their briefs with unbridled anticipation of dominating & destroying their equally  muscular adversary. Slowly the two muscle giants circled and  stalked each other until  both muscle-bound behemoths locked hands and began testing strength.  Both warriors hooked up in mortal combat to see who was, in fact, the strongest.  Every muscle in their bodies strained to the limit as they exerted all their might.  Their  massive chests collide together as both musclemen powered for dominance. Both studs were grunting as each tested the rock hard muscle of the man locked in his arms as they matched muscle for muscle  They groaned under the strain.- the flexed muscle was impressive as the trucker almost got MULE to his knees but MULE fought and got back up on his feet. A true clash of muscle-bound titans. Sweat was covering both studs as their grunts and moans filled the room while their bodies moved around and around.. legs, arms, backs and glutes bulging and straining as muscles twisted like snakes, veins popping, sweat pouring off in rivets. 

James was getting quite the show:
Shit this beats the Internet!

Mule and the trucker remained locked up  with neither getting a clear advantage. James couldn't help noticing the huge bulges in the briefs of both wrestlers as they jockeyed around  the room.  The wrestling was hot and James' hard dick was releasing a lot of pre-cum as the mighty trucker suddenly  locked the hunky  MULE in a crushing side headlock. Mule immediately felt the awesome power of the Muscle stud's arms, twisting and tightening his head into a vice-like grip. Mule moaned  as it felt as his head was being squashed to bits as as the trucker's 22'' -ers flexed around his neck and the trucker dragged him around the room. Then trucker bull dogged  MULE to the ground in the headlock .  Now both on  the ground,  MULE wrapped his 29" quads around the trucker’s muscled torso and squeezed. It was now time to hear the trucker moan loudly as he released his headlock and used his arms to try and pry Mule's pythons off his torso.

The wrestling was hot and James' hard dick was releasing a lot of pre-cum

MULE tormented the trucker in the scissors for a good five minutes as you could see his steel hard  rippling quads shake and flex  into the moaning muscled trucker. The mountain of muscled tried frantically to pull Mule's feet apart, but to no effect. Mule's grin of satisfaction told it all: his wrenching scissors on the muscle trucker stud's torso was having its effect of pain and more pain! No-holds-barred, anything-goes 'rassling at its best!  A battle between the two strongest men he had ever seen.  James marveled at the pain threshold of these two animals. And the pain each applied to the other was enormous.

 James thought the trucker was going to give after several minutes of failure to break Mule's scissors but the muscle stud finally decided it was time for him to get dirty. The muscle stud countered by pounding his left anvil sized fist  into Mule's exposed right  kidney. The pain was momentarily sharp and caused Mule to flinch and when he did the the trucker used his powerful arms to pull Mule's ankles apart and slide out of the hold. Both men quickly got to their feet trying to catch their breath.  Mule's quads were ripped and flexing as the trucker came at him.   No longer just a wrestling match, this was now a fist fight too. Like two huge mountains of solid muscle, the two strongest men James has ever seen prepare to battle again

Mule dodged an incoming shot to his mid-section and a second to his head.  They were coming so fast that he was barely able to avoid them.  He feinted left, then landed a solid hit to the trucker's jaw, snapping his head to the side.  Mule followed up with a hammering hard right kidney punch that stopped the bare-chested power-house in this tracks  and made him howl and arch his back in pain.    "Jeez, but dayum, hitting this guy is hard on the fist."  Mule thought.

He quickly switched to the truckers abs, the first blow caused the mountain of muscle to grunt and bend forward a bit at the waist, but Mule had only caught him off guard. Before the next blow could land, the trucker tensed his abs into a cobblestone wall of muscle and Mule's second shot at his mid-section bounced off harmlessly. Mule's fist into that muscled torso had felt like punching into a tree as the trucker's rock hard gut declared it was more than ready for anything Mule could throw. Both fighters exchanged huge roundhouse left and rights in a slug fest, and James hears the smack of fist into flesh. The crack of punches against bone. 

Bawls of pain, roars of agony arose from both fighters as sledge hammer fists powered by massive strength connected with  thick armor plated muscles . Then  Mule swung up a right arm towards the trucker's face, but the trucker saw the fist approaching and thrust up his arm to block it, as he did he swung his right fist in deep into Mule’s side hitting Mule's right kidney again, deep and hard. Mule gasped as his eyes winced with the pain, so the didn't see as the trucker drove a huge thunder bolt upper-cut thrust under Mule chin, his huge bicep flexing hard as it hit home under Mule's jaw, snapping Mule's head back and sending the huge muscleman staggering backwards.  Mule's stunned, and is momentarily out on his feet.   Before Mule can recover, the trucker  locked him in a powerful bear hug. MULE was caught off guard and immediately wrapped his quads around the trucker and squeezed as hard as he could. James was about to cum in his pants as the trucker and MULE flexed into each other and moaned loudly. It was MULE's quads that gave first though - the scissors had exhausted them.

 As the two big men wrangle for position,  the trucker locks his massive arms around the  Mule, under his ribcage directly into the area he'd just softened up with the kidney punches. The muscleman’s guns flex to incredible size as he begins to crush the college muscleboy  in his fearsome grip. "UUUUUGH" is the only sound from Mule as air forces its way from the big man's fortress-like chest. James can't imagine the power it takes to control  the massive he-man Mule this way. The big trucker shows off his power by lifting the powerful Mule from the ground.   James hears more grunts from big Mule as the 257 pounds of solid collegiate muscle is controlled by the muscle beast trucker.

The trucker locks his massive arms around the Mule

Mule struggles to break free  but the bodybuilder trucker flexes again crushing more air from the big he-man's chest. "AAAAAHHHHH" Mule strains as the trucker's mighty arms flex to amazing size.  “ You wanted to see whose muscle was the stronger....”  the trucker  hisses in Mule’s ear...  “well, now you will know....”  The trucker flexed his 22"gunz around Mule’s muscled torso and squeezed, and spit and air explodes out of Mule's mouth.  The trucker tormented the big football player in his bearhug  as you could see his huge biceps bulging and  flex into the moaning muscled college jock as James witnessed the trucker's  huge pythons destroying Mule's mighty body.

The trucker tormented the big football player in his bearhug 

With his own big arms free of the muscleman’s crushing power, Mule begins to pound the trucker's broad shoulders with his fists. But. each powerful blow from Mule ‘s fists simply bounces off the thick armor plated muscles of the powerful trucker, whose huge rock-solid biceps and triceps explode with power again and Mule can't hold back the reaction.

"AAAAARGH! DAYMNNN!" the Mule shouts as his own heavily muscled arms stretch out to the ground in agony. It is hard for James  to believe, but Mule the beefcake college-boy  is now being manhandled by the  muscleman trucker.  The trucker's powerful muscled arms turned into bands of iron to crush every bit of fight out of Mule’s pain-flooded torso. The big he-man muscleman flexes again crushing more air from the younger muscle stud's  big chest.  The older muscleman strains as his mighty arms flex to amazing size.  

Mule the beefcake college-boy  is  crushed by the  muscleman trucker

The trucker jerked harder on his arms to strengthen his grip around Mule’s  chest, till Mule thought his ribs would break.  The trucker gave him another hard jolt, groaning himself with the utmost effort as he stepped up the punishing squeeze.  Mule’s mouth shot open by pain, he lay crushed into his opponent’s  rock solid front, and the trucker himself also groaned with the strain of his efforts.  The trucker' teeth bared to find the might to keep up this squeeze.  But his strength was motivated by the desperate groans from the squirming muscle trapped on his massive heaving chest, and he gave another body-weakening squeeze of crushing might from his own fearsome arms.   Soon  Mule  was dangling helplessly  in the muscled trucker's bear hug, crushed into defeat! "You give muscled pussy BOY? Submit or i'll break you in half!! You're finished..." the trucker snarls, as he strutted for James displaying his power over the moaning, helpless Mule locked in the bear hug being crushed to the trucker's massive chest. James stares in awe, mixed with admiration of the pure power of  huge bodybuilder trucker, knowing that the trucker has won and  in a few more seconds he will be seeing a submission from his defeated hero, Mule.

The Mule panics as he realizes he will be sitting out this football season with broken ribs or a broken back if he doesn't surrender.  Then it will be Goodbye full scholarship ride, there is no choice left to him.... he's had all the punishment and pain he can stand as he is defeated mentally as well as physically..... "YOU'RE BREAKING MY FUCKING BACK!!!PLEASE, MAN....NO MORE!!! I GIVE! I SUBMIT! YOU WIN!! " Mule finally begged.    THE MULE HAD LOST!!! 

The Mule screams his submission until the trucker finally releases the mighty stud and shoves his victim off this own sweat-drenched chest, and stands above him flexing his massive muscles in superiority. "Fuck yeah....Now you know, son...!!!!!!!!" responds the trucker as Mule falls face first onto the floor, moaning and thoroughly vanquished.  The trucker  began an impressive flexing ritual over his victim.  Triumphantly the trucker stood, placed one foot between his defeated opponent’s shoulder blades.  He posed his body ... flexing his biceps ... flexing his pecs ... doing a lat spread ... most muscular...flexing his thick, cut abs. "I could have broken you in half, but I'm not finished with you yet, Mule!!" warned the muscle stud  He reached over and smacked Mule's muscle butt.  “You’re ass belongs to me, Muscleboy!!” He gloated... 

The Trucker Flexed in Victory 

The trucker flexed for James in a show of triumph

James had watched in stunned amazement as the Trucker had kicked the Mule's ass.   Now the trucker flexed for James in a show of triumph.  The trucker's huge cock head was peaking out the top of  his sweat soaked white underwear.   The trucker tucked his enormous dick back into his briefs, the heavy hunk of fuck flesh resisted but he got the manflesh shoved back inside the elastic band of his underwear, saying “"Time to finish you off, muscle boy," as he does.. then he dragged MULE up to his feet.by grabbing the back of Mule's drawers and tugging;    Slowly and with great effort Mule made his way up to his feet.   From behind Mule could feel the truckers huge fist tighten its grip on the waistband of his briefs. The trucker checks out how Mule's massive back spreads out from his small waist... then  selecting his target already softened up by the  kidney punches and weakened from the bear hug.   The trucker pulled the fabric toward him and simultaneously  let loose with a massive resounding Popeye sized forearm smash into the small of Mule's big back.

Mule staggered forward only to be yanked back again as the trucker laid another  brutal blow to Mule's low back.  Mule threw his head back, arches his back and brawls in pain only to be quickly rewarded with a massive fist to Mule's already badly bruised right kidney,  insuring that Mule will be pissing blood  in the morning.  The trucker doubled the amount of back waistband fabric wrapped around  his massive fist, pulls the big college hunk backwards yet again..and a knee, powered by the trucker's bulging bodybuilder’s thigh, hits  Mule  hard from behind squarely in the nuts.  Mule throws his head back and bellows like a castrated bull, his face contorted  in pain, as Mule  clutches his balls and back.  Mule's big  muscles have  now been beaten nearly useless with pain, he's got nothing left and the muscleman trucker has no problem controlling Mule's every movement as he twists him around. 

James watched in amazement as the  muscle trucker dominated the muscle god of the campus. He had never thought he would see Mule defeated, much less  handled so dominantly.   James reached down into his shorts to rub himself as his eyes trailed over the  huge muscle man that was beating the shit out of the Mule.  He couldn't help but imagine that massive hairy man nude, he was hot as hell!  The testosterone pumped through the trucker's thick veins and his impressive figure had grown even more so with the greater circulation going through his system. His huge biceps and delts  bulged, and the sharp definition of his sculptured abdominals and pecs could easily be discerned from beneath the layer of light fur. The trucker caught James touching himself and he turned, giving him a cocky smirk and a bounce of a pec.  James watched in utter amazement at the arrogant display of strength that the huge trucker he man was putting on.

 With both huge musclemen still in their underwear the trucker lifted his  massive right bicep up against Mule’s face and ordered him to lick it. Mule had no choice but to comply. "THIS is what beat ya’ !  Bigger and stronger than urs, boy... lick that sweat off boy and kiss that bicep.... let me hear how much stronger it is than yours"” as the trucker flexed his rippling guns and pecs again for emphasis. 

The trucker  made MULE worship his flexing bicep till Mule's dick throbbed with muscle envy  before the trucker threw a full nelson on Mule and rubbed his underwear clad  bulging package along Mule's beautiful underwear clad bubbled muscle butt ass crack.

James watched the hot scene with wide eyes, mouth open and dick as hard a an iron pipe. Then to emphasize  his domination, the Trucker shoved his powerful hips forward, grinding his huge cock into Mule's thickly musced ass. "Stop that you fucker!" Mule growled as he r struggled and strained in vain to try and get the Trucker off of him but the other muscleman was just too strong.  The Trucker grinned as he leaned forward so his mouth was right next to Mule's ear as he growled, "This is what happens when you fight someone bigger and stronger than you, muscle-punk. I can dominate you and can do whatever I want to you because there is nothing you can doto stop me. I own you now, you stupid meat-head college jock..."

 Both in tighty whiteys,  the trucker had MULE in a full nelson hold.  The truckers arms coming under Mule's armpits with the truckers hands locked together behind Mules thick neck.  The trucker was forcing Mule's head and neck downward into his own thick chest and pecs.  James worried that the stronger man would break Mule's neck as MULE struggled .  James could see the trucker's huge back rippling with slabs of muscle.  The trucker's mighty biceps were flexing next to MULE's head while MULE's own ample guns were just behind and below the truckers.  MULE was trying to pull his arms free of the trucker but was getting nowhere. With full force the Trucker pressed down on the back of his opponent’s 22 inch thick neck.  

Mule groaned from the pain as he felt the Trucker’s cockhead slowly work its way up into his ass.  The Trucker began to savagely knee Mule’s obliques several times to soften him up

... and then returned to his full nelson.

A smirk crossed the trucker's  face. "You know why I have an extra edge?" he asked Mule. "It's not just my greater strength or my skill." He rubs the crotch of his fully packed briefs against Mule's twin boulders ass, surfing the underwear clad muscle butt valley. "It's my heat-seekin' missile that drives me. What drives you? Whatch you got in your tights, Mule?" he asked the weakened Mule.

With that, the trucker ripped off Mule's briefs exposing Mule's chiseled as marble heavily muscle ass and began surfing his deep ass crack.  Then the trucker ripped off his own underwear with one yank, revealing his massively thick and long organ . MULE had felt it through the white fabric of his underwear, but even that had not prepared him for its size.   It was just as thick but even longer than Mule's own legendary pussy destroying horse-sized dick!!!  MULE felt the huge dick parting his thick glutes and entering his ass crack, probing for his manhole.  

MULE was petrified as he suddenly realized this monster trucker was up to! The stronger muscleman was going to fuck him up the ass. The Trucker was not only going to rape  him, but rape him with James as a witness. And there was nothing Mule could do to stop it.  The Trucker was just too powerful.

"Next time muscle boy think twice about who you challenge"  the stronger muscleman gloated. To torment his musclebound foe and to sadistically prolong the impending agony of his disgrace, shame and dishonor, Trucker dry surfed the Mule’s ass crack, working his triumphant cock up harder and harder in excitement, as he cooed and purred into Mule’ ear, “I’m going to tear you apart, rip you wide open on my cock.  I’m going to turn you into my fuck bitch. Yeah, that's right,  I will now rape you, Mule,  and you’re powerless to stop me! ”  

In one swift motion Trucker pulled his hips back to place his cockhead directly at Mule’s butt hole.  Without hesitation he savagely rammed his mighty fuckpole past the Mule’s quivering ass lips.  He skewered that thickly muscled butt hard and deep. Mule, feeling that first intense prick of pain, howled out in agony. The superhuman Trucker had impaled Mule to the balls with a single savage thrust. He pulled out his cock until only the head remained inside, and thrust back in, sheathing his throbbing rod in one move, hearing Mule grunt at the deep and lengthy impalement of his heavily muscled rump.  The rape had begun.  A massive Bodybuilder raping another massive bodybuilder.

He was completely overcome with the desire to mark, to master Mule; to lay it to the hot, sexy, sweaty stud whose ass he is plowing for all it was worth. He was going to dominate Mule with his dick, and force Mule to submit to his masculine power.

Mule bared his teeth, growling incoherently as Trucker's cock began to thrust into him with amazing strength. He and Trucker engaged in primitive male on male domination, with Trucker grunting and Mule answering with a deeper grunt. They were rutting like two wild animals. Burying his broad chest in Mule's powerful back muscles, Mule felt the Trucker's thickly muscled, washboard stomach press up against his thick back feeling Mule's heavy musculature churning beneath him, Trucker attacked Mule's ass full-strength   Trucker was long-dicking Mule with a fury, his pelvis a blur of hard, ass-pounding motion.  The blood and hormones raged. There  is nothing more erotic than  two manly, hung studs  competing to see who was stronger, sexier, more powerful. Only this contest was one-sided.  The Trucker was fucking the Mule  into sexual submission, Feeling thoroughly in control, Trucker strengthened his thrusts.

Trucker's muscular body shone as he pistoned in and out of the sinewy body beneath him. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His toned muscles expanded and contracted as he slid in and out of Mule's tight rectum. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. His long manhood appeared and disappeared into Mule's ass, just the oversized head remaining hidden every time the cum-slickened shaft gleamed in the light.

 With each mighty thrust of his powerful hips, the trucker had his way with MULE –  as  he rammed his massively long and thick cock into Mule's heavily muscled bubble butt and  proceeded to rape the hot beefy stud while  MULE howled like a dog from being long-dicked balls-deep with 11 iron hard inches up his butt.  The trucker continues to plow and butt fuck his rival's ass rough and suddenly Mule's stomach churned and Mule spewed his guts over the floor.  

Blood was dripping out of Mule's rear as the stronger man continued his barbaric assault.    Mule struggled, and the two muscular men fought as the long rape continued. But Trucker was clearly dominant. He held Mule tightly and rode out Mule's struggles, raping Mule with strong thrusts from his muscular ass, pushing Mule's thick neck whenever the other man tried to escape, fucking Mule's awesomely chiseled torso  into dazed surrender. Trucker plunged deep and hard and screwed Mule's ass as if he wanted it to belong to him. As if he owned this ass and he was marking his territory. Trucker's cock was saying "make no mistake, this ass is mine."

The two men's deeply tanned bodies interlaced strongly two mighty muscled animals of absolute lust, drowning in a hot raw fuck.

The muscle on muscle impact fuck was too much for James and he shot his load  as he saw the trucker’s muscles pump up big as the trucker pulled his cock out of Mule's ass and let out a deep moan as the trucker shot his huge load all over Mule's broad back. Mule's naked body collapsed to the floor in a heap as the full nelson was released. Exhausted from the fury of his assault,  the Trucker steps back with a look of gloating triumph on his face as Mule falls face first onto the ground thoroughly vanquished.  He had done it! The mighty Trucker had raped the powerful Mule. There was no doubt now that the Trucker was the Alpha Male. 

"That's one well fucked ass if I do say so myself," the Trucker smirked, admiring his handiwork. Trucker got his opponent into a camel clutch, forcing Mule’s arms across the Trucker’s enormous thighs.  Trucker's naked bodybuilder ass rested on top of Mule’s naked bodybuilder ass.  The Trucker put his hands under the challenger’s chin.  He violently pulled his head and neck up against his chest.  Mule groaned in excruciating torment.  He felt faint from the pain.  His body went limp, as he began to lose consciousness.  Trucker let go of the hold.

James stood in awe at the site he had just witnessed.  The muscled trucker not only had defeated MULE, but had raped him to boot.  The sight of the huge college stud, the alpha male around campus being forced into humiliation and submission and then raped by the bigger, more muscular, more hung man was too hot for James to stand.  

The huge muscled uber-alpha Trucker
was too much for James to stand!

The trucker stepped forward laughing as James stared at his body which seemed to have grown in size during the battle.  The truckers pulsating, sweat-covered muscles glistened with sweat.

With an arrogant leer, the trucker pulled himself up to his full height, chest out.   With half-an-eye on his opponent but looking at James, the trucker paraded himself in a broad circle.  Arms out to the side, head high, showing off his biceps , posing, exhibiting his strength.  exulting in his muscle power, glorying in his manful nakedness. 

Trucker's cock hung limply from his crotch, glistening with his spooge. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive organ.  His arms hardened out to his sides, elbows up, his biceps bulged.  The supreme warrior, the perfect muscle-hunk, the trucker displayed his naked physique for James at the expense of Mule’s ridicule down on the ground.  The trucker flaunted his nakedness, he displayed his manly prowess, showing off the strength in his arms that had put Mule's dick into the dirt and encouraging James' adulation.  He slowly and cockily curled his huge arms over his head. "See this kid..? This is what real muscle is about… real fucking  power…."

The now-naked trucker circled, rubbing his furry, power-packed torso and stroking with enjoyment over the hardness in his muscled abs,  proud of his body-builder physique that crushed and raped the huge college muscle boy at his feet. James watched Mule slowly struggle to get to his knees, to crawl away from the man so dominantly poised above him.

But  as the young muscle jock weakly got to all fours he was stopped by the massive muscleman trucker, who put his foot on the back of his neck, forcing him back flat down to the ground.  To add one last degrading humiliation  the trucker aims his huge cock and  began to piss on the laid out Mule, covering the fallen strongman in a golden shower. It was like a fire hydrant had been opened. Mule felt the rush of the hot stream of liquid pour over him as the muscle head rapist hosed his defeated foe  down with his larger manhood. He swayed his fire hose a bit, piss belching out of it.

MULE had been reduced from BMOC
to the Trucker's urinal

With a cocky grin and flexing his mighty arms, the trucker  continued to rain what seemed like a gallon of his piss down on the groaning Mule. It sounded like a racehorse pissing on a flat rock as the masculine trucker emptied his bladder on the back and ass of the naked Mule as an ultimate act of degradation. 

Mule was laying on the floor, squashed flat like a stomped on bug  covered in piss, cum and vomit, thoroughly vanquished.  Unable to move, the brawny college boy can only moan and groan at the feet of the victor. The trucker  smiles at his handiwork.  The Mule had been beaten, raped, and degraded. 

 Shaking the last of the piss out his horsecock the trucker finally steps off his beaten opponent and says to his barely conscious fallen adversary: “You put up a good fight, and you were a good fuck, Mule. You must have been praying for revenge all the while I fucked you into submission.  Well, I’m going to give you the chance..." The trucker said as he brought attention to the powerful chest that had humbled Mule by dusting non-existent dust from his massive slab-like pecs.

"As you know, I’m built like a stud stallion, both fore and aft.” He boasted, slapping his hard muscled bubble-butt to emphasize the latter.  Then moving his hips and letting his long heavy dong swing to prove the former.  “This can  be yours when  your man enuf to out fight and rape me”, he grandly stated, turning and waggling his magnificent naked butt .  As an added tease the show-off seized a sleek furry cheek in each hand and slowly parted the  twin mounts, giving  a glimpse of the hidden valley between his hard melon-like buttocks.  "All you Need to do is to  add enuff muscle to take this by force before you challenge me again PUSSY!" the trucker laughed.

James eyes roamed over Trucker's
hyper-masculine body

The trucker laughed and stood up and slowly  put his jeans back on, tucking his donkey size dick down his left leg and pulling them over his huge bodybuilder ass. "Fuck. he's so hot!!" thought James, "He toasted Mule, and the more he hurt him the hornier I got...".  James' eyes roamed over Trucker's fantastically masculine body, assessing the muscle man's brawny magnificence. Standing in only his tight jeans, his hot body pumped,  the Trucker  flexed his superior bicep once again in Mule's face, who still lay humiliated, broken and naked on the floor, as the bare-chested power-house picked up his shirt, boots and socks with one hand and swaggered to his truck and drove away.  

James, still in awe from the Trucker's muscle show, looked down  at the  and naked MULE lying on the floor, spread eagle after his defeat by the muscleman trucker.  MULE was weak, helpless, and beaten. He  heaving for air with his dick in the dirt and his round muscle ass up in the air, coated with sweat, cum, piss and blood from the trucker's conquest of him. MULE might have been the alpha male of the town but it was clear to James that he was no match for the mighty trucker. It hadn't been just a beatdown, it had been a slaughter. Looking at the battered body on the ground, James couldn't believe that he had thought Mule was some big invincible muscle-stud.  Male had not only had the crap beaten out of him, but he had been fucked up the ass and made another man's bitch! And he must have liked being fucked, because he still has a rock-hard boner. It was like he had enjoyed his own destruction at the powerful hands and might cock of the Trucker.  Mule be a Fag.  His mighty muscles ARE just for show after all! Mule didn't FIGHT WORTH SHIT! Pathetic! A disappointed James couldn't even stand looking at Mule any longer and turned away in disgust. 

Now James realized who the REAL muscle-stud was.  The true Alpha male.  The true he-man.  A man with bigger, stronger muscles and a bigger cock, and a better fighter than Mule!  And he had proven in battle that he was the more manly and masculine male by totally dominating his opponent and making him his bitch. 

 And  James' new hero and man-crush,  was the mighty muscleman trucker.

MULE might have been the alpha male of the town,
 but he had  had been  decisively defeated by an even stronger man!   
And now James had a new hero,  the mighty muscleman trucker!