The Mule's Adventures in Fighting and Fucking plus occasional Musings, Vignettes and Dips into the Archives *irregularly updated* CAUTION! contains adult stories aimed at men with an interest in heavily muscled, hyper-masculine men in high stakes combat or other dangerous situations. The stories may depict violence, consensual and non-consensual sex acts, so if you find these topics appalling, please go watch cat videos.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Mule and the MMA Chick: The Movie
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Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Mule and the Soldier
Mule and the Soldier
Now your Mule doesn’t normally ride the bus. Most of the time, I get where I need to be in my faithful jeep. Only recently, she was in the shop getting another imprint of the Mule removed from her hood. Faithful readers will know this has happened more than once, good thing the claims adjuster has the hots for Mule and always says YES,YES, YES- before, during and after I am fucking her either in terms of the insurance or in the bedroom.
But the Mule still has to get to where he is going, and thumbing through my phone contacts for hot chicks to give me rides, only goes so far when you tend to delete them after they go stage 5 clingy, which given that I am the Mule, they ALL DO.
Only the other day, I had punched in the number of some hot young chick with massive tits which I was looking forward to exploring in detail after she successfully served in chauffeur duty; however, a moment later she calls me back and says her car won’t start when she turns the key. Naturally I thought that “Your engine would definitely turn over if I stuck in my key”, but I said, “No problem”, I will just catch the bus, this is a college town.”
I had never rode the bus before here, but the BRT is part of some GREEN COLORADO initiative, and runs on cow farts or some shit like that. The bus station here is known as Boulder Junction (previously called the Transit Village -but that sounded too much like an ex-con half-way house) and is… and I quote:
“…a state of the art transit-oriented development that features a bus rapid transit (BRT) station, Boulder Junction is becoming and the importance of providing robust BRT service to leverage the significant public (city and RTD) and private investment to support a true transit-centered lifestyle at Boulder Junction.”
In other words the hippies, stoners and college kids ride the damn thing, and the rest of us ride in our private vehicles because we ain’t commies!
Anyway, in a nutshell, that’s why I was on the bus yesterday heading off down the gym, as usual, aiming to add a few more pounds of muscle to the 270 I already got. The bus naturally had bikes hanging off the front and was painted with “art” meant to look like graffiti, to make the busses look “hip and fun” for the young people until it was covered over with REAL GRAFFITI. I got in following a series of people with “Ecopasses” and when I got in and paid my $2.60 in vile COIN, the crowd seemed to hiss as I was clearly an interloper! I made my way past the disproving looks of the hemp-fiber clad/ Birkenstock shod hostiles back to the back of the bus. There were fewer of the “I never wear deodorant on principle” people there and there was more room in back seat for my imposing frame
So I settled myself down in the back after scattering some pencil necks and started to look around. Straightaway, I noticed the shoulders a couple of rows up on the other side. As wide as a football field. The tan beret he was wearing on his jar head said military. Tan beret means Army Ranger, as I recall. Rangers are supposed to be uber tough. I had fought Marines before, most of them were bat shit crazy. But I had never fought an Army Ranger.
Now your Mule doesn’t normally ride the bus. Most of the time, I get where I need to be in my faithful jeep. Only recently, she was in the shop getting another imprint of the Mule removed from her hood. Faithful readers will know this has happened more than once, good thing the claims adjuster has the hots for Mule and always says YES,YES, YES- before, during and after I am fucking her either in terms of the insurance or in the bedroom.
But the Mule still has to get to where he is going, and thumbing through my phone contacts for hot chicks to give me rides, only goes so far when you tend to delete them after they go stage 5 clingy, which given that I am the Mule, they ALL DO.
Only the other day, I had punched in the number of some hot young chick with massive tits which I was looking forward to exploring in detail after she successfully served in chauffeur duty; however, a moment later she calls me back and says her car won’t start when she turns the key. Naturally I thought that “Your engine would definitely turn over if I stuck in my key”, but I said, “No problem”, I will just catch the bus, this is a college town.”
I had never rode the bus before here, but the BRT is part of some GREEN COLORADO initiative, and runs on cow farts or some shit like that. The bus station here is known as Boulder Junction (previously called the Transit Village -but that sounded too much like an ex-con half-way house) and is… and I quote:
“…a state of the art transit-oriented development that features a bus rapid transit (BRT) station, Boulder Junction is becoming and the importance of providing robust BRT service to leverage the significant public (city and RTD) and private investment to support a true transit-centered lifestyle at Boulder Junction.”
In other words the hippies, stoners and college kids ride the damn thing, and the rest of us ride in our private vehicles because we ain’t commies!
Anyway, in a nutshell, that’s why I was on the bus yesterday heading off down the gym, as usual, aiming to add a few more pounds of muscle to the 270 I already got. The bus naturally had bikes hanging off the front and was painted with “art” meant to look like graffiti, to make the busses look “hip and fun” for the young people until it was covered over with REAL GRAFFITI. I got in following a series of people with “Ecopasses” and when I got in and paid my $2.60 in vile COIN, the crowd seemed to hiss as I was clearly an interloper! I made my way past the disproving looks of the hemp-fiber clad/ Birkenstock shod hostiles back to the back of the bus. There were fewer of the “I never wear deodorant on principle” people there and there was more room in back seat for my imposing frame
So I settled myself down in the back after scattering some pencil necks and started to look around. Straightaway, I noticed the shoulders a couple of rows up on the other side. As wide as a football field. The tan beret he was wearing on his jar head said military. Tan beret means Army Ranger, as I recall. Rangers are supposed to be uber tough. I had fought Marines before, most of them were bat shit crazy. But I had never fought an Army Ranger.
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Mule and the Soldier - ***Epilogue***
continued from MULE AND THE SOLDIER
*******Epilogue*********
Man, Mule loves me a nice big pair of tits. Especially after a brawl!
*******Epilogue*********
Man, Mule loves me a nice big pair of tits. Especially after a brawl!
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Mule vs Rob Ho Fuk -- Part I
(Names may have been changed to protect the guilty)
by Mule + editor brah + artist brah
(special thanks to Rob Musclestud)
As some of you may know, Mule does charity MMA style wrestling and boxing matches. I have actually done four over the past two years. They are set up by a 3rd party event planner, who makes all the arrangements. The person wanting to wrestle or his sponsor agrees to a certain donation amount, which goes directly to the charity receiving it. Past donations have gone to tornado victims in Oklahoma, wild fire victims, something about kids. This has actually raised several thousand bucks. The 3rd party event arranger weeds out the creepers so I have always had quality opponents. The dudes with whom I have had matches are understandably well heeled, older than me, and take this very seriously. They have private trainers, private wrestling coaches, private MMA trainers, nutritionists, and are very enthusiastic fighters.
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Mule vs Rob Ho Fuk -- Part II
(be sure to check out Part I of the story before you read this!)
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