(be sure to check out Part I of the story before you read this!)
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Rob and Mule stood in the ring, ready for battle. The Ladies were stripping down to even less than they were already wearing.
Mule was unconcerned. He had defeated bigger men than Rob before and would enjoy beating this ugly fat brute. He decided to show Rob Ho Fuk what he was in for. He had stripped off his shirt and dropped his jeans revealing his perfectly sculptured muscular body clad only in his stars and stripes speedos. Often, men were intimidated just be seeing his muscle mass. 6"3", 260 lbs., Mule had a 52” chest which tapered to a 33” ripped waist with thick, defined ab ridges, 19” arms and 28” thighs.
“Are you SURE you don’t want to just give up now and leave unharmed? Otherwise this body will tear u up!” Mule said as he stretched out his long, thick arms as if to display his perfectly muscled body for his opponent. He truly was a sight to behold… bulging forearms, blasted upper arms … heavy horseshoe triceps, bowling ball delts and mini-mountain traps. His thick pecs hung from his body… the square kind, with big half-dollar sized nipples. Six bulging abdominal muscles, 3 on one side offset by 3 on the other created a formidable wall of muscle that had withstood many a punch over the years. His broad back was covered in mounds of rippling trapezius and latissimus muscle and his thick legs and bulging quads rounded out the package.
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| Mule display his perfectly muscled bod for his opponent |
Rob Ho Fuk surveyed the handsome younger muscleman with a smirk and felt his nuts tingle. Rob thought, " I'm not only going to beat him but I will humiliate him too. I will kick this Mule's ass and make him beg for mercy. I will take the ten count and then I will make Mule kneel and suck my cock! He will look great hanging off my cock!" . Rob stripped down to his own speedo, revealing a thick beefy and surprisingly heavily muscled body. With his shirt off, Rob Ho Fuk looked like a very formidable foe.
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| With his shirt off, Rob Ho Fuk looked like a more formidable foe |
Rob Ho Fuk stood 5'10" in his bare feet, and 295 lbs. He had massive arms that now were clearly exposed. Although a layer of fat covered his body, the 21” upper arms showed their power. In fact, all his muscles were visible even with the extra fat, even his thick 44” gut had abs popping. His 59” brawny chest was a combination of a heavy, barrel chest and very broad back. Rob was built like a tank.
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| The Lock Up |
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| “Are you SURE you don’t want to just give up now and leave unharmed?" Mule asks |
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| "You have no idea my power, pretty boy..." --Rob smiles... |
“FUCK you!” the heavy brute shouted at Mule, as he focused his chi into his fists. "you have no idea my power, pretty boy... Mano e Mano...I will beat the shit out of you and put you on the canvas for a ten count, and then collect on our bet...your over confidence will be the cause of your ruin this day...I am going to enjoy beating you into submission..." Rob boasted. He lifted his arms into a boxing stance and Mule followed in kind. The two started circling exchanging an occasional jab to test each other’s speed and ability. Mule could tell that the fat fuck had fought before, so he took his time peppering Rob Ho Fuk big body with his rock fists to see his reaction. For his part, Rob Ho Fuk watched Mule closely to see how he moved around the ring, firing an occasional punch or kick to the muscleman’s hard body.
Mule faked a left to Rob Ho Fuk's side then followed with a strong right to the big man's head. Rob Ho Fuk pulled back just a bit, but still got smacked by the hard fist, shaking it off. Mule determined that Rob Ho Fuk seemed to be slow in his movements and decided to surprise him using his martial arts skill with high kicks to the jerk’s head. His long left leg flew up to Rob Ho Fuk's head back and forth three times, knocking the ugly brute’s head side to side, stunning the strong fucker who at this point was seeing more stars then he was seeing the Mule’s follow up punches. Mule stepped back, waiting for the bull to drop. Few men had withstood the devastation of his kick-punch combinations battering their head with such repeated force. Rob Ho Fuk staggered a bit… then shook his head a couple of times and started dancing again with his fists up, moving toward the young bodybuilder. “Tough li’l Chinaman” Mule thought, in shock that his devastating kicks had not flattened the stocky thug. It was like fighting with a sumo wrestler, he was just shaking off Mule's best shots.
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| Mule used a spinning kick to the massive bull |
“You’ll have to do better than THAT muscle boy!” Rob Ho Fuk said as he came in and fired two hard punches to Mule’s mid-section. The powerful blows forced Mule back, and while Mule's bricks took the punches he definitely felt them. Mule didn't want any more shots like those. "This fat fuck is no slouch..." Mule thought..."those punches were as powerful as mine... I need to finish this quick...". Mule now knew this brute was a tough fucker, so he decided to become more aggressive. Coming right back at Rob Ho Fuk, he used a spinning kick to the massive right thigh of the bull then stomped on his quad dropping Rob Ho Fuk to one knee after a third kick. Gaining the advantage, Mule moved in and knocked Rob Ho Fuk face with his hard fist. Mule was dancing around the bull, his big pecs bouncing up and down with each five knuckled blow. He tightened his fists with his veiny forearms flexing. Rob Ho Fuk looked a bit dazed, but didn’t say a word. Instead, he growled and spit a big bloody wad onto Mule’s hard abs, the reddened saliva dripping down the ridges. This made Mule angry and he started firing devastating rights and lefts to Rob Ho Fuk's head till the heavy brute swayed and finally fell back to the ground. Mule smiled… this was the way he expected the fight to go. A relatively quick KO.
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Mule walked over to the ropes and began to flirt with the babes. "So how about you ladies give me a quick blowjob and soap me down in the showers and then we take that fancy car for a spin...use his American Express Card for dinner....and...." Mule realized the woman were looking behind him.... Mule turns back to where Rob Ho Fuk had fallen but was surprised to find the heavyset thug conscious and standing right next to him, seemingly fresh...WTF !?!! Damn, Rob had been playing possum....Rob had taken Mule's best shots ....
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| Mule smiled… this was the way he had expected the fight to go. A relatively quick KO |
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| Mule walked over to the ropes and began to flirt with the babes |
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| Mule realized the woman were looking at something behind him... |
Before Mule could react, Rob Ho Fuk started delivering intense blows to Mule’s muscled torso… slamming his huge sledge hammer fists into the hunky ex-football jock's abs and knocking the tall muscleman back toward the ropes. Mule's muscled body was taking a lot of punishment. Rob grinned as his smashing fists forced grunts and groans out the retreating Mule. Mule grunted like a silverback ape with each punch. Mule took so much punishment that he was unable to fight back when he got slammed by a punch to his jaw sending him careening into the ropes. Mule had now had a sample of the Asian's boxing skill, and he hadn't fared well. The Asian had knocked him on his muscled ass.
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| Rob Ho Fuk started delivering intense blows to Mule’s muscled torso… slamming his huge sledge hammer fists into the hunky ex-football jock's abs |
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| Rob Ho Fuk's own heavy pecs bounced as he continually hit Mule in the gut |
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| Mule's grunts could be heard throughout the building as Rob's armor piercing fists dug deep into Mule's steel plate abs. |
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| Rob Ho Fuk was kicking the Mule's ass |
“Okay muscleman… now it’s MY turn to give YOU a chance to give up! Just stay down for a count of ten...” Rob Ho Fuk said confidently, with sweat building on his big body. Mule was in shock at having come up on the losing end of the exchange, but Mule recuperated fairly quickly from the blows and was definitely not about to give up. He had to admit that the Asian brute was a hell of a puncher. He had wrecked the Mule with his fists. But Mule felt he almost had the fat brute under his control once and he was sure he could win against the slower, older man. He stood up… flexed his pecs again and lifted his arms up to a double bicep pose, his impressive 19” veiny guns peaked and rock hard. “NO WAY you fat fuck! Let's go again, no limits this time...”
Rob Ho Fuk responded with a double bi flex of his own, his big guns balled up, bulging to nearly 21”, as he made his own big beefy pecs dance. While not ripped like the shredded Mule, his huge muscles were no less impressive. He stomped toward the handsome muscleman. “I am so glad you said that. Now I get to really beat the shit out of you. OK then, pretty boy, no limits then” the Beast from the East growled.
“No Limits” Mule responded.
With that, Rob Ho Fuk extended his arms up and curled his fingers to challenge the young bodybuilder to a test of strength. Mule took the challenge and their fingers locked. Immediately, their muscles grow, pumping from the pressure of their power. UNGH! UNH! They strain, neither man able to budge the other. The two men are sweating as they grunt and strain. In spite of the force being exerted, they look frozen at times, like a battle statue perfectly carved in marble. Their muscles pump to their maximum, veins popping. A surprised Mule finds it more even than he thought it would be. Their muscular bodies are dripping with sweat and their chests are heaving.
Mule being taller, he seemed to have the advantage initially pushing the heavyset thug back. But Rob Ho Fuk poured on his power and the two struggled for dominance. The sight of the force of the two straining muscle men was amazing. The ladies began to finger bang each other to the action in the ring.
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| The ugly brute had incredible strength and Mule’s fingers were in increasing pain |
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| the stocky brute was beginning to get the upper hand, pushing the taller muscle man down |
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| The ladies began to finger bang to the action in the ring |
Although Mule had the initial edge in the struggle, it was Rob Ho Fuk who clamped his hands hard onto Mule’s, squeezing the younger muscleman’s fingers and pushing him back and down. Mule is startled by the strength of the older muscle man. "Feel the power of my muscles, Mule? They are equal to yours. I never do anything unprepared. A little sleuthing and I got all your personal best one rep max on squats, bench, deads and overhead press. I made those my goals, and I didn't book my match with you until I reached or beat all your lifts. By the end of this fight, I will have kicked your ass with my muscles. I will make you submit. I will make you beg." Rob said as he peaked his biceps and flexed his pectorals. Mule's muscles bulged and trembled, sweat poured off him in rivers, as he called on every ounce of his power. But Rob was matching Mule muscle for muscle. Rob Ho Fuk smiled as the grunting and straining pretty-boy jock slowly realized that he could not overpower him.
Rob's fat prick grew in his speedo. Fighting other men had always aroused Rob, it is the same for all alpha males. Only the strongest dominate. Only the strongest remained on top. Rob was going to enjoy humiliating and dominating this Mule...
The ugly brute had incredible strength and Mule’s fingers were in increasing pain and the bully was beginning to get the upper hand, pushing the taller muscle man down. Mule groaned in frustration as he was was being forced down inch by inch. “C’MON MUSCLEMAN – SHOW ME YOUR POWER! SHOW ME WHAT THOSE BIG MUSCLES CAN DO! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW ME JUST HOW STRONG YOU ARE....”
Rob Ho Fuk taunted as he continued to crank his incredible strength against Mule. Rob's huge muscles bulged and flexed. The Mule was shocked at the strength of his opponent. Mule was used to always being stronger than his opponents. But Rob Ho Fuk was proving his boast that he was every bit as strong and powerful as the Mule in this test of strength. Rob had done his homework and came prepared for the Mule. It was a stalemate. Rob smiled, savoring the impasse in the test of strength. He had made his point.
The bloated bully suddenly kicked Mule’s nut-bag, his bare foot slamming Mule's lemon sized balls into the pubic bone causing the handsome muscleman to cry out. He was blinded for a moment by red pain and fury. Mule bellowed like a bull being castrated.
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| Rob kicked Mule’s nut-bag, his bare foot slamming Mule's lemon sized balls |
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| Mule's nuts were in great pain, as the young muscleman backed up in a bent over position. |
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| A hard punch to Mule’s abs stunned him and kept Mule from having the time to recover from Rob’s ball shot. |
“Yeah man, NO LIMITS” Rob Ho Fuk reminded Mule. Mule's nuts were in great pain, as the young muscleman backed up in a bent over position.
Rob Ho Fuk fired off two devastating kicks to the pretty boy jock's thick thighs, causing the muscled stud’s body to shake. Then Rob Ho Fuk fired off a couple of punches to Mule’s head, stunning the built stud but not doing serious damage. Charging Mule with his bulk, the brute grabbed Mule around the waist and pushed him against one of the ring posts-slamming the heavily muscled back square against the turnbuckle. Mule screamed out as he lost his breath and felt pain shoot up and down his back. A hard punch to Mule’s abs stunned him and kept Mule from having the time to fully recover from Rob’s ball shot. Rob was taking the Mule to school.
On the ropes, Mule tried to fight him off with some punches, but he was weakened from the ball shot and his punches bounced off Rob Ho Fuk's heavily padded torso without any pain to the overweight powerhouse. “AWW FUCK” Rob Ho Fuk shouted… is that all you have muscleman? Your fists just bounced off me! You got NOTHING compared to me.” As he lay against the ropes, Mule knew he was getting his ass handed to him by the Asian strong man and needed to get back into this fight.
Mule stood and took his fighting stance again, but was punch-drunk from the blows to his head. Rob Ho Fuk circled him firing off punches at will to the handsome stud’s back, abs, pecs and face. Still, Mule was not finished. He fired off a solid blow to the bully’s big gut. Not expecting it, Rob Ho Fuk doubled over a bit, but it had no affect other than hurting the Mule's fist. Hitting Rob in the gut was like punching a big oak tree. "So you want to see who abs are the strongest?" Rob asked with a snarl...."Lets go...it's gut punching time, buddy..." as he came right back with multiple rights and lefts to the Mule's hard gut. “Nice fuckin abs you got there, muscleman!” Rob Ho Fuk announced. “BUT NOT FOR LONG!” Rob Ho Fuk's own heavy pecs bounced as he continually hit Mule in the gut.
"UNNNGGH!!!....UUUNNNGGHHHHH!!!....UGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!...." Mule's non stop pain infused grunts could be heard throughout the building as Rob's armor piercing fists dug deep into Mule's steel plate abs. Rob Ho Fuk's power punches completely overwhelmed the Mule. Mule's hands dropped and Rob pounded Mule's thick abs like Mule was a heavy bag. Not only was Rob out boxing the Mule, but each punch Rob landed proved that this Asian muscle man's strength was a match for his. A beating like this was a new experience for the Mule, but for Rob this was nothing new, for he had beaten many a strong man before. For Rob, Mule was just another muscleman he would beat in his long unbroken string of victories. But there was a special thrill in the destruction of this handsome young muscle stud in front of his harem of paid whores.
When Rob Ho Fuk finished his savage onslaught he stepped back, grinning triumphantly. "You should have surrendered when I gave you the chance...." Rob taunted. The Mule's rock hard abs had proven to be no match for the Asian's sledge hammer fists. Mule slumped like a wet dishrag in the corner, his head hanging down, his arms wrapped around the corner ring ropes, his muscle ass sagging towards the mat. The Mule groaned. Black and blue welts covered his magnificent body. He had been mercilessly pummeled. A smiling Rob Ho Fuk wiped his forehead and flicked the sweat on Mule. Just as he had said he would do, Rob Ho Fuk had just beat the shit out the Mule. Rob had proved he was every bit as strong as the Mule by kicking the Mule's ass!
Rob stood back with his hands on his wide hips and relished at the sight of the humbled Mule who was now rubbing his abs from the pain Rob had inflicted. From the corner of Rob's eyes he saw the women watching their fight. He wanted his whores to witness the humiliation of the Mule at his hands. He decided he would make Mule submit and beg for mercy in front of his highly paid sluts. He wanted them to hear Mule admit that Rob had kicked his ass.
Gloating over his success, Rob boasted, “Looks like that shut you up.....Yeah, that's right. I kicked your ass. I beat the shit out of you. And now that I have beat you I will humiliate you with a ten count pin...” He grunted a sinister laugh. As he flexed his awesome biceps. The mighty Asian threw his opponent into a far corner. Mule hit the ring post with a tremendous thud and his back slid down along the steel cylinder until his legs were splayed on the mat, and his puffy bruised head rested against the pole, his eyes nearly rolled back completely in his head. You could almost hear the tweety birds and see the circling stars. Mule groaned. Fuckkkk... Mule thought...Rob was dropping truth bombs, he had kicked his ass. He had decimated the Mule. The beaten Mule had to fight back his desire to submit.
Lumbering his enormous girth to the fallen Mule, Rob Ho Fuk’s every ominous step shook the ring. Standing over his once mighty enemy, he began to pose his gigantic body once more working himself up for the final victory. "Are you ready for the ten count or do we go again?.... Rob asked. "Do you submit now, Mule?" When Mule shook his head "No" Rob grinned with happiness. Rob was enjoying beating the Mule to a pulp. And now the beating would continue.
Rob Ho Fuk flexed his 21” massive right bicep in Mule’s face. All of a sudden Rob Ho Fuk lifted up the arm and with his left hand forced Mule’s face into his sweaty armpit. “CLEAN IT!” Rob Ho Fuk ordered. Mule was struggling to break free. He got lightheaded and dizzy at the smell of Rob's manliness. He choked and gagged from it as it filled his nostrils. Mule unleashed his free fist punching every inch of Rob he could reach but it was ineffective. The rank smell emanating from the brute’s deep pit was too much and sensing that the muscle man was about to get sick, Rob Ho Fuk pulled his body away from Mule just in time for the nearly destroyed muscleman to get some fresh air. After a few seconds, Rob Ho Fuk pushed Mule’s handsome face back into the smelly pit once again. The feel of Mule’s face in his pit further excited the big brute, but he kept having to allow Mule fresh air. The humiliation was designed to make the Mule feel submissive and weak. Rob knows that Humiliation is just as important as pain when defeating a muscleboy. The humiliation was just beginning. He would continue until he broke the Mule's will along with the Mule's body.
Rob Ho Fuk grabbed Mule by the pecs, using them as handles to hold the tall muscleman. He clutched them with such force that Mule cried out in pain as he felt his fabulous pecs being crushed in the mighty hands of his foe. When he tried to pull away, Rob simply pulled him in closer Rob's dick was as hard as a fucking lead pipe, as Rob pushed his cockhead into the Mule’s gut while squeezing his pecs. The Asian stud wanted to show Mule what true muscle power was. Mule's mighty nemesis grunted with glee at the erotic torture he was inflicting so it was surprising to your despairing hero, when Rob Ho Fuk let go of Mule's pecs, releasing his pec claw. The two musclemen stood facing each other, their eyes locked together as pure hate radiated from them. Rob was continuing to prove himself to be as strong as the Mule and the dominant male. Mule kept coughing to clear his throat and get the rancid taste of Rob's arm pit out of his mouth.
Rob Ho Fuk moved behind the muscled man and applied a hammer lock to Mule's arms and a rear choke hold. The powerful Asian possessed wresting skills as well as boxing skills. Mule's body was forced to arch back opening his expansive chest wide. Rob was once again showing his strength was equal to that of the Mule. Rob opened the struggling Mule wider and wider, exposing his god like torso to attack. Rob presents the captured Mule to the audience, so the ladies in the front row get a full frontal display of his punished muscle! The grunting, straining Mule's bounded up chiseled body looked like an anatomy chart as it was displayed for the visual pleasure of the Changs.
Mule's muscles bulged, flexed and ballooned but he couldn't break the strong man's hold. As if reading the Mule's mind, Rob whispered "Yes, that's right, my strength is a match for yours..." he hissed in Mule's ear making sure the extent of his strength was understood by the Mule... "And now I will use that strength to CRUSH you...." Rob's words sunk into the Mule's mind..... Mule found the words strangely hot, they made his giant hard-on throb in his trunks. Mule was used to being able to dominate and over power an opponent with sheer brute power, but not this time. This time Mule was facing an opponent that was his physical match: his equal in power and strength. And this time, Mule was the one being dominated.
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| Rob Ho Fuk moved behind the muscled man and applied a hammer lock to Mule's arms and a rear choke hold. |
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| My strength is a match for yours... |
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| ...there was a special thrill in kicking the ass of this handsome young muscle stud in front of his harem of paid whores |
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| "I will kick your ass, pretty boy.." |
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| “C’MON MUSCLEMAN – SHOW ME WHAT THOSE BIG MUSCLES CAN DO!” Rob Ho Fuk taunted |
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| Rob Ho Fuk applied a hammer lock to Mule's arms and a rear choke hold. |
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| “You’re mine Mule, to do with as I please. I’m going to break you in half..." |
Rob Ho Fuk raised his Popeye sized forearm and smashed it down across Mule's pectoral mass. A mouthful of spit and a lung full of air exploded out of Mule's mouth as the clubbing blow from Rob's huge forearm connected with Mule's massive chest. Again and again Rob Ho Fuk smashed Mule's body. The huge muscleman is forced to arch back as his chest is brutalized. Mule's body looks amazing as he's tortured. His body is coated in sweat, his tanned muscles shining under the spotlights.
"It won't be long now, Mule....I have you now....we both know you are losing ..." Rob Ho Fuk hissed in Mule's ear as Rob let go of his grip on Mule's arms. The muscled form slumped to the canvass groaning in pain lying prone on his back. Rob grinned down at the fallen Mule. With his right hand Rob reached into his speedo and adjusted his iron had fat cock, making sure the ladies had a good view. It had been a painful lesson but Mule now knew the extent of the Asian's powerhouse's strength and the brutality of which he was capable. One thought kept running through Mule's head, and that was Rob's boast that he was every bit as strong as he was! And he was right! Mule had met his match! Rob had thoroughly worked Mule over. Mule was facing a man just as freakishly strong as he was, and he was losing to that man. A man as strong as he is had dominated him. The musclegod Mule is not used to being abused like this. Mule was being systematically destroyed and dominated by another male. And Mule found that hot. It turned him on.
Mule was flat on his back, stunned. His chest heaving is as he gasped for air. Rob Ho Fuk moved Mule's arms so that they were laid out straight behind his head. In this position Mule looked like dynamite. His whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had been given. From his muscled arms to his expanded chest to his large cock to his well-defined legs. Mule was dazed and motionless. In a surprising move and showing surprising athleticism for such a big man, Rob Ho Fuk climbed the top rope and looked down at the prone body below him. It was now that pivotal point in a match where one stud realizes he has no strength left and is going to lose. His opponent senses it as well. The sense of power Rob Ho Fuk felt at having this man in his complete control made him shudder. Now, thought Rob, for the Mule's utter destruction. Yes, Rob was about to finish the Mule. Mule's large nipples were stretched slightly across his chest, his deep chest was highlighted because of the position of his arms, which forced his rib cage to rise. His stomach was rising as he breathed heavily.
Rob Ho Fuk stood gazing at the massive body that was now his for the taking. Mule's mighty body was spread out below him like a Sunday picnic. Now it was time to use his "FINISHER", the cataclysmic move that never failed to win a match for him. From the top rope of the ring and leaped forward, his elbow pounding down across Mule's well-defined pectorals. His elbow landed on Mule's chest, his elbow driving deep into the helpless wrestler's sternum. Mule was squashed by the 295 lbs Asian wrestler like a bug hitting a windshield. Mule's muscular chest compressed beneath the blow, he screamed as the blow forced the air from his lungs, his body bounced on the canvass his upper body convulsed upwards with pain. "UNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Mule convulsed once and lay still as a stomped on roach. Not only had Rob's Finisher elbow drop taken Mule's strength, it had also taken will to fight, his will to win, even his will to live. He lay almost motionless on his back. He was still conscious but unable to move except for an occasional spasm and moan in response to the pain which flowed through his brutalized body. Rob's Finisher had done its job. Mule was indeed finished. Mule was barely conscious, his body was burning with pain and humiliation; his dark nipples felt like hot coals had been dropped on them. He had no energy to move, he knew Rob Ho Fuk had him in a position of total submission.
The battle was over! Mule was a beaten man! Rob had beaten the shit out of him and completely kicked his ass. ROB HAD WON!!! For the first time in years Mule had lost a fight! One on one, and in a fair fight, Mule had been beat! It had been a clean win. No cheating, no broken rules, no dirty moves by Rob. Mule had no excuses for the loss which added to Mule's humiliation. The moaning Mule was now at the mercy of the superior Asian strongman.
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| Rob climbed to the top rope of the ring and leaped forward, his elbow pounding down across Mule's well-defined pectorals. |
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| Rob's elbow landed on Mule's chest, his elbow driving deep into the helpless wrestler's sternum |
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| Mule's muscular chest compressed beneath the blow, he gasped as the blow forced the air from his lungs, his body bounced on the canvas |
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| Mule was squashed like a bug hitting a windshield |
The two musclemen had gone mano e mano, and Mule was the loser. Mule lay pulverized and dazed, groaning in pain as the shock of losing continued to sink in. The victorious Rob circled around Mule's devastated body that laid crushed in the ring. The psychological effects of having been straight up defeated by Rob in a fair fight were devastating. This fat Asian muscle fuck had proven to be more man than he was!
Rob began to speak: "I won. That's right, I have beaten you ...You have been conquered, Mule. Bested by another man. I kicked your ass just as I said I would. Now you have a master! HAHAHA!".
Rob Ho Fuk bragged to the now squashed like a bug Mule who struggled through the pain to understand Rob's words.... "you lost, and I won....my women will now count you out while I pin you.....! But remember our wager....I am not just going to humiliate you by kicking your ass. I am also going to humiliate you sexually. I am going to cuckold you. I will fuck my women while you watch and jerk off. Then I will make you eat my cum out their pussies. That's right, you will eat my cum. I am not only the Alpha male but will be your cuckold master to boot...."
The bested Mule lay spread eagle on his back beneath Rob Ho Fuk. Mule felt the power of Rob Ho Fuk as he lay atop his own muscular body, Rob Ho Fuk gloating over his victory, flexed his mighty arms right in the Muscleman's face. "Now who is the better man?" he crowed triumphantly to the amazed delight of the spectator ladies outside the ring.
Mule glared at this display of pure testosterone bravado. Mule had greatly underestimated the Asian's strength and fighting skills which he now knew were as great as his own. He had pounded Mule into a weakened and exhausted pulp and was now about to pin the helpless Mule and take the win and then make good on his boast to cuckold the Mule. Mule's body could take no more. He had been stomped like a roach. His confidence and manly pride were swept away and replaced by negative dark thoughts: He was vanquished, defeated, conquered. Finished by Rob's perfectly named devastating elbow drop. Rob stood back and looked down at the subjugated muscular body stretched out before him, surveying the damage he had inflicted. Rob stood over Mule and folded his big arms across his chest.
Rob looked magnificent in victory. Looking again to the ladies, Rob asked "You want to hear Mule beg??" The watching sluts shouted in affirmation. "Beg, Mule. Let them hear you give....! Rob demanded "This is it Mule. I kicked your ass. You're finished," Rob stated. "You've lost. Now I want to hear you Admit I won. Admit I kicked your ass, just as I said I would. Give in, Mule. Admit defeat!" I will force you to submit but I won't take your submission as victory. . Submit to me, Mule! Beg for mercy in front of our audience!' Let's hear you submit and beg..."
The big handsome, confident, arrogant straight stud Mule had been reduced to a wreck of a man. Mule couldn't stand up, much less keep fighting. The muscle man just lays there and takes it. If he tries to fight back it will only bring more pain and punishment. He knows he cannot take any more. He must submit. He was broken. Broken by the Asian muscleman the now humiliated Mule began his submission. The pride had been beaten from the Mule.
The handsome stud can take no more. He begged for the match to end. "No more...." Mule groaned faintly.... "I can't take anymore...'Y-you win.. I g-give.. I s-submit.. No more.. P-pplease..' ". Rob had done it! Mule had submitted to another man! Rob gloated as the Mule begged for mercy. Reduced to a whimpering moaning heap of muscle the Mule admitted his defeat: "I give, I give, I give.. P-please s-sstop.. N-nno more.. . I can't take any more ..!" Mule was Pleading for mercy and submitting like every other muscleman that had ever been on the receiving end of Rob's "FINISHER". Rob had broken the arrogant Mule.
'Louder! I want the ladies to hear you beg! Admit I kicked your ass ... LOUDER!!!' the gloating Rob demanded.
"No more ... no more ... no more " Mule repeated mechanically, his voice shaking in agony, his body shivering in pain. "I give...you won...I submit...you beat me...you kicked my ass...no more man...please stop..."With the domination and humiliation complete, The triumphant Rob stood facing the ladies as he exultanted in his victory. "Look at the broken Mule, lying at my feet, defeated and destroyed by Rob Ho Fuk.. you heard him admit that I kicked his ass and beg me for mercy as he submitted " Rob crowed. The ladies applauded and cheered! Their employer had both defeated and then humiliated the Mule! They had both orgasmed at the at the excitement of seeing two mighty muscled men battling it out and seeing the powerful Mule getting his ass kicked by none other than their equally powerful master. Rob flexed once more for the cheering pair.
But Rob wouldn't have it. "Your submission means nothing, Mule. I forced you to submit because I wanted the women to hear you beg for mercy....But I am not finished with our fight. It will be over when I say so." He refused to take the Mule's verbal submission. Instead, he jumped on the Mule . He insisted on the satisfaction of taking the Mule with a pin and a ten count.
Rob Ho Fuk lay on top of Mule hooking the beaten man's leg. Before Mule could finish his submission Rob called out for the count out to begin. "Stay down!" Rob ordered. Outside the ring the ladies began a slow count to ten in unison.... "One, two, three..." As the count out for the pinned Mule began.
"four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...." Mule's beaten body wanted him to take the ten count and let Rob take his win to stop the agony. But some where from deep inside Mule something forced Mule not to allow the ten count. He still had a spark of his masculine pride.
Mule knew he had to make a move NOW. Rob had kicked his ass and was about to take the pin. Digging deep, Mule nutted up and with a quick reversal, caught the shocked Rob in a submission neck breaker. The girls start to become even more aroused and excited by this display of power by the Mule and by the sight of his awesome muscles stretched out before them as he tried to break his sumo muscled opponent in half. But even though he had it locked on tight, Rob was just too strong to force to submit. Mule might as well have been trying to make a rhino submit. Mule was wearing himself out as much as he was this heavily muscled beast.
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| with a quick reversal Mule straddles Rob's legs and grabs his wrists… |
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| Mule bends forward and locks his arms in tight… |
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| Mule reckons he will get a submission if he can roll over with the fat tub of lard still in his grip |
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| Rob was just too strong to force to submit. |
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| Mule might as well have been trying to make a rhino submit |
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| Mule was wearing himself out as much as he was this heavily muscled beast. |
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| Releasing the neckbreaker, Mule and Rob both scrambled to their feet |
Releasing the neckbreaker, Mule and Rob both scrambled to their feet. The two mega-studs face off again. Their huge chests collided. Banging their massive, heaving chests together, the two musclemen grunted and strained as they stood chest to chest, spiking nipples sinking into spiking nipples. Their heavily veined thick cocks pulsated and dripped like leaky faucets with pre cum soaking through their trunks as cock ground against cock. The erotic stimulation of the muscle to muscle contact made Mule moan in lust. Despite the battle, or perhaps because of it, Mule was sexually aroused. Rob sensed the effect on the Mule, and shifted to an all-out battle of the bulges. They lock hands then thrust and hump, pounding rock hard cocks. They bury their faces on each other's shoulder. groaning. Mule feels Rob's hot breath and it only makes him hotter.
Mule mutters, "Oh fuck..." -- the fuck slime pours out Mule's cock and he feels his load building in his jock as Rob's spandex-wrapped rod slides up and down Mule's porn sized shaft. Mule pulls his hands free and shoves Rob back off him before he loses it completely. The two behemoths size each other up for another moment before circling cautiously.
The two muscular men, standing face to face, flexed their bodies. Rob was erotically stimulating Mule into a raging state of animal lust as their cockheads continued oozing more pre cum that dripped in an endless stream to the canvas below. Mule was no longer watching the naked women out side the ring. His full attention was on Rob. Rob took delight in and full credit for the massive and leaking erection that Mule was sporting. Between Rob's thickly muscled physique and dominating power, he had turned the muscleman on. He would use that against the Mule. By the time he cuckolded the Mule the Mule would be his willing sexual submissive. Rob had Mule's raging cock hard as a iron pipe. Mule momentarily dropped one hand to his huge speedo bulge to discretely adjust his cock. Mule fought the desire to jack off his rock solid hard on. Mule was in desperate need of sexual relief. Rob grinned in pride and satisfaction. Rob would no longer be satisfied by just a Ten Count. He now had a special humiliation in mind for the macho Mule that would leave Mule's male ego shredded.
"You nearly got me there, Mule. But that was your last chance." Rob said cockily as he launched another attack. He charged at Mule and feinted a right hook. Mule ducked and aimed a counter on Rob's gut but Rob was a step ahead of him. The right hook feint was a set-up to liver punch Mule and Mule ducking only increased the damage of Rob's waiting left uppercut to the liver that landed between Mule's ninth and ten ribs. WHUMPPP!!!!
UGGGHHHHHHHH!!!! Mule's bulging eyes betrayed shock as his mouth formed an 'O' from the devastating direct liver hit that folded him in half. The wind exploded from Mule's body. It was an amazingly powerful strike. The pain was excruciating and incapacitating. Mule's body immediately went into shutdown mode. Mule instantly felt that he had no legs, as Mule's legs buckled, sending Mule downward where he collapsed to all fours. Mule was stunned, paralyzed from the power of the punch. Mule was awake but he couldn't move. Rob had dropped the Mule with a single mighty left shot to the body, using the famous Bas Rutten liver punch. Mule saw only stars as the arena whirled around his head. A look of complete dumbfounded shock covered his face. Mule tries to rise but collapses down to his knees holding his badly beaten stomach muscles with both hands and gasping for breath, coughing and moaning in pain. Rob's liver shot had done the job....Mule's comeback had been short lived. Rob had put Mule on his knees. Mule knelt like a prize piece of beef in a butcher’s shop window.
"Not so tough now, huh, Mule? Where's your cockiness now? I have been practicing my liver shot for a year. I was looking for an opening to throw it. That was one punch, bro...! That’s how you do it! Wanna keep talking shit?" Rob teased as he towered standing over the humbled Mule who was still on his knees. Mule can only whimper and cough, tasting his own bile and desperately trying to keep from throwing up. Rob positioned himself in front of Mule to make the defeated muscle hunk smell the musk of his crotch. Rob felt the ecstasy of having kicked the Mule's ass, and with such dominance that his cock was rock hard. Mule's broken, powerless muscles excited him.
Mule groaned in frustration. He had no answer to the beat downs Rob kept inflicting. Mule had nothing left. Rob had beaten him. His body was screaming at him to take the ten pin to stop the punishment. The demoralized Mule remained kneeling while trying to focus and make the room stop spinning.
"Stay on your knees ....." ...the victorious behemoth instructed. The groggy Mule complied. There’s no doubt who the winner is.
Mule continued to kneel to acknowledge his defeat and submission -- vanquished, defeated, conquered. Rob taunted the loser, telling Mule so the ladies could hear that this is where he belonged, on his knees. Mule groaned as he accepted the punishment for losing. It had been a rough but a fair fight, and Mule made no excuses for his lost. It had been a "no limits" match and no rules had been broken, Rob's win had been legitimate. Mule had been on top for so long, he had forgotten how it had felt to lose a match fair and square.
Mule was done. Every boast Rob had made had been made true: Rob was indeed as strong as the Mule. Rob had used that strength to beat the fucking shit out of the Mule until Rob had made the
Mule submit and beg for mercy. The kneeling Mule was now ready to take the 10 count pin, and accept the consequences of losing.
But Rob had something even more humiliating than a Ten Count in mind for the defeated Mule.
Taking full advantage of the situation, Rob Ho Fuk strutted forward with his hands firmly placed on his hips . Rob's trunks bulged in anticipation of the final phase of the fight. He stood right in front of the kneeling, now submissive Muscleman. “Your fucking done...now you know I can kick your ass like this all day long. You are like a rat caught in my trap...stay on your knees and accept your defeat, Mule...” he gloated as he began to grind his sweaty package into Mule’s face. Rob rubbed Mule's mouth and nose with his pouch, forcing him to breathe nothing but his scent. The young bodybuilder learns his place, on his knees to service the winner.
Still woozy from the punch, Mule lethargically took the humiliation of having Rob's smelly balls and hard leaking fuck pole in his face. The humiliating position had its effect on the Mule. The Mule could do nothing but moan and writhe under his dominator's monstrous package. Mule's own cock was swollen and begging for attention. "Fuck, Mule, you're a hungry fuck boy, aren't you? Now that I have beaten you It's time for you to acknowledge your surrender and admit that I am your Master and that you're nothing but my little bitch!" Rob said smugly.
Mule's cuckolding had begun. Mule had accepted that Rob had beaten him. But Rob was no longer going to be satisfied by just cuckolding the Mule. He knew the Mule was hanging on to his masculinity by a thread. Rob was making the Mule submissive to him both physically and sexually. To Rob it was inevitable that Mule would soon be eating Rob's sperm cream pie from the pussies of the watching whores in fulfillment of his wager.
But Rob knew he could take Mule even further. and take the very essence of Mule's manhood. He knew how to extinguish the last spark of Mule's masculine pride. Mule would now have to pay the price for losing. . "Yeah, your ready for this now" Rob laughed, cupping his speedo clad dick. With an evil grin, Rob pulled his speedos down in the front and tucked them under his ample balls, releasing his super-fat cock...His Asian cock was six inches, but what it lacked in length it made up for with girth. Its shaft was more than two inches in width topped by an even wider helmet-head. It was as thick as a beer can with veins snaking around the shaft. Pre-cum oozed out of the piss slit.
It was even thicker than Mule's horse sized dick. Rob's cock was a choad, wider than it was long, thick as a can of soup with a head larger than a tennis ball. “FUUUUUCK!” thought the Mule, clearly impressed by the thick tool.
Rob started whacking his cock on Mule’s face, pre cum flying about. He rubbed the girthy schlong on Mule’s bruised cheek.
“READY, BOY?” It really wasn't a question. Copious amounts of Rob's thick precum quickly covered Mule's face and lips.
I love a tough opponent, but you’re just a PUSSY! You never met up with anyone like ME!” Rob gloated. Rob lifted up his arms, flexing both to show off his massive 22” upper arms. They were rounded, solid, not particularly vascular except for one bulging vein running down the top of both biceps. Rob looked to his right, admiring his massive arm, then to the left admiring the other one, pumping the impressive guns. He was in total control and he was loving it. His fat cock was sticking straight out rubbing on Mule’s face. Rob lowered his arms and placed them on Mule’s head, calmly saying, “time to service your superior.” With that, he pushed the head of his cock against Mule’s mouth.
Rob gloated as he proclaimed his ownership of the Mule with two words....."SUCK IT!!!.,.." as he rubbed his thick dripping cock on the Mule's lips. As Mule's mouth opened, the ladies gasped and then silently cheered for their employer. "Would Mule do it?...The ladies thought as one.... "Had Rob done it? Had Rob had turned the Alpha straight stud Mule into his cocksucker?.....If so, there was no doubt which male was the true Alpha!"
The victorious muscle brute carefully positions his thick purple cock head at the defeated muscle stud's lips. It's time to take his prize for winning. The big man spreads his legs to get at the right height then leans forward, bracing his hands on the Mule's thick traps. The Mule smells the scent of Asian Muscleman's manhood standing over his nostrils. He feels the tip of the giant cock head as it barely touches his lips. Instinctively, the Mule's mouth parts slightly, opening for the victor's cock. The groggy Mule licked the huge knob and stuck his tongue in the large piss slit. Rob slipped his cock into the Mule’s mouth. Instinctively, Mule responded by sucking on the large piece of meat that invaded his mouth. The still stunned Mule began to give head to his Asian conqueror. Rob continued to feed his thick cock to the punch drunk Mule. The disorientated Mule began to suck as he took it all. Rob had done it! Rob WAS the alpha, dominant male! Rob had not only won but He was now taking Mule's manhood. The macho Mule was now Rob's cocksucker. The ladies watched in stunned silence.
With the domination and humiliation nearly complete, Rob had forced the Mule to suck his swollen cock as an admission of his inferiority. It is the Universal Symbol of Defeat. Rob's huge balls pressed into Mule's chin and his thick cock was now balls deep down Mule's throat. Mule moaned. The loser was sucking the winner's cock. The dazed Mule sucked Rob's wider than a beer can cock. Rob raised both his his arms and flexes his hard and huge biceps in the air in victory as the woozy Mule continued to suck dick. The hot gay sex scene was an incredible sight.
Mule's defeat was complete, he was sucking another man's dick, the ultimate act of surrender for an Alpha male. Mule had surrendered his male card to Rob. Rob was the master and Mule a cock sucking gay sex slave. “Oh … fuck … yeah…” Rob moaned slowly, looking down at Mule's handsome square-jawed face performing the ultimate ritual of surrender, sucking the victor’s cock deep in his throat. Rob pulls Mule's head forward and rams his shaft into Mule's mouth... Mule is smelling the masculine scent...attracted to the power.......Mule on his knees. .. Rob looks down at the fallen Mule......."...mmmmm.. yeah, that's it. suck that fucking cock! Mmmmmmm yeah, suck it boy.......I broke you, muscle boy, look at ya on your knees sucking my cock like a bitch .... you fucking loser...eat my dick...” Rob growled. “You're a strong motherfucker but you couldn't hang with a man that's your equal...you will remember that it was Rob Ho Fuk that kicked your pretty-boy bodybuilder ass. Huh, you’re just another bitch, pussy boy, that’s all... I made you my cock sucking muscle bitch....that's it, keep sucking bitch... cuz I'm gonna fucking bust a nut and your gonna swallow..."
With the domination and humiliation nearly complete, Rob had forced the Mule to suck his swollen cock as an admission of his inferiority. It is the Universal Symbol of Defeat. Rob's huge balls pressed into Mule's chin and his thick cock was now balls deep down Mule's throat. Mule moaned. The loser was sucking the winner's cock. The dazed Mule sucked Rob's wider than a beer can cock. Rob raised both his his arms and flexes his hard and huge biceps in the air in victory as the woozy Mule continued to suck dick. The hot gay sex scene was an incredible sight.
Mule's defeat was complete, he was sucking another man's dick, the ultimate act of surrender for an Alpha male. Mule had surrendered his male card to Rob. Rob was the master and Mule a cock sucking gay sex slave. “Oh … fuck … yeah…” Rob moaned slowly, looking down at Mule's handsome square-jawed face performing the ultimate ritual of surrender, sucking the victor’s cock deep in his throat. Rob pulls Mule's head forward and rams his shaft into Mule's mouth... Mule is smelling the masculine scent...attracted to the power.......Mule on his knees. .. Rob looks down at the fallen Mule......."...mmmmm.. yeah, that's it. suck that fucking cock! Mmmmmmm yeah, suck it boy.......I broke you, muscle boy, look at ya on your knees sucking my cock like a bitch .... you fucking loser...eat my dick...” Rob growled. “You're a strong motherfucker but you couldn't hang with a man that's your equal...you will remember that it was Rob Ho Fuk that kicked your pretty-boy bodybuilder ass. Huh, you’re just another bitch, pussy boy, that’s all... I made you my cock sucking muscle bitch....that's it, keep sucking bitch... cuz I'm gonna fucking bust a nut and your gonna swallow..."
Rob’s scathing words were like arrows piercing Mule’s manly pride. Rob was making him grovel and soon he would be nutting in his throat. No, that was not gonna happen – not while he had an ounce of strength left in his body.
The humiliation of the cock in his throat and this realization began to revive the Mule and his resolve returned. As his mind cleared he could think again. Now fully conscious, Mule had had enough of this humiliation. He could either swallow Rob Ho Fuk 's cum load in surrender or he could find another way to win. Mule decided to win. He spit out Rob's cock. He found his feet and with one great leap upward, with one super human effort he blasted both his legs straight up in the air, catapulting an unsuspecting Rob Ho Fuk up and over his head, over the top rope and out of the ring. The huge man landed hard in the first row of seats, instantly crushing several metal chairs that were smashed to the concrete arena floor from the impact. Rob Ho Fuk hit with such force against the cement that it knocked him out cold, momentarily.
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| Mule catapulting an Rob Ho Fuk up and over his head, over the top rope and out of the ring |
His heavily muscled body sprawled seemingly lifeless. The stunned spectator whores could not believe their eyes. They sat in shocked silence shaking their heads in total disbelief. One single thought ran riot throughout their minds … the thrusting power that Mule possessed in his mammoth legs and huge glutes and what that thrusting power and mammoth dick must be like in bed. Softly at first, then louder and louder, a groaning sigh started to progress to a standing ovation and jubilant applause. As he struggled to his feet, the Mule acknowledged their acclamation. Mule knew how hair-breath close he had been to losing the match. As fatigue washed over him, Mule staggered to a nearby corner where he collapsed against the ring post, the great plates of his mountainous chest heaving heavily for each breath of air as a stream of pre cum flowed freely from his cockhead into his now sweat and pre cum soaked speedos.
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Coming to his senses, Rob Ho Fuk began to hear the wild ovation for his rival coming from his stable of whores. It enraged him. The blood seeping down his forehead into his eyes further inflamed his compulsion for retribution. Slowly he got to his feet. He was noticeably weaker from the fall.
He crawled back into the squared circle under the bottom rope. He too collapsed against a ring post diagonally opposite from Mule. With their heads bent low both muscle gladiators gasped for breath for the next few moments. But it was the Mule who was the first to move away from his corner. Rob Ho Fuk looked up. He saw his opponent moving toward him. Gathering up his sagging strength he bolted forward. As they were about to slam into one another, the faster, more agile Mule karate kicked Rob Ho Fuk square in his abdomen, doubling him over. The Mule caught him around the waist, throwing him up and over his massive shoulder in a backbreaker.
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| Mule body-slammed his opponent down across his knee in a bone cracking backbreaker |
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| Mule pressed down on Rob Ho Fuk’s legs and chin, bending him in an excruciating bow |
For a couple of seconds Mule held Rob Ho Fuk in place before strolling gingerly around the ring, bouncing the beefy Muscleman up and down as he racked the small of his back with torturous pain. Rob Ho Fuk howled out in agony. His mighty arms and legs flopped about disjointedly. After one complete revolution of the square circle, Mule felt totally recharged and in control once more. He stood up, cradling Rob Ho Fuk in his arms. With great ease he hauled him up high over his head in a gorilla press. Deliberately heaping some more humiliation on his heavily muscled rival, Mule strutted around the ring, pressing Rob Ho Fuk up and down, turning him into a human barbell. Once he had circumnavigated the ring two times, Mule, with authority, body-slammed his opponent down across his knee in a bone cracking backbreaker. Mule pressed down on Rob Ho Fuk’s legs and chin, bending him in an excruciating bow
Mule drops him to the canvas, straddles his legs and grabs his wrists…Next, Mule bends forward and locks his arms in tight…The Blond Valhallan reckons he will get a submission if he can roll over with the fat tub of lard still in his grip. Manhandling him like this is making Mule horny as hell.
There’s nowhere for the big guy to go and Rob submits, cursing. He had had the Mule beat for a while, but his back is now telling him all those Mule muscles are not just for show…
And the confidence in that blond behemoth’s grin was infuriating as it was enticing, Rob felt his own wang stiffen treacherously in appreciation of his conqueror….
The triumphant blond snorted, "You wanna go some more or shall I just fuck your women’s brains out now?
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| "He’s so fucking strong"…. is all that keeps going through Rob's brain.... |
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| And the confidence in that grin…. |
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| Mule says, "You wanna go some more or shall I just fuck your women’s brains out now? |
"He’s so fucking strong"…. is all that keeps going through Rob's brain....
Mule stood over Rob. The two men took great gulps of air for their heaving bodies. Mule spoke softly. “Now, Rob, You were fucking great and fought fucking incredibly, you gave me a hell of a fight and a hell of a beating, I'll admit you had me beat. You kicked my ass in a fair fight like its never been kicked before. You even forced me to beg for mercy and to suck your cock. You're a fucking stud for sure. You should have taken my submission when I tried to give it, but you didn't. You proved your as strong as I am and as much a man. But now I have you, and I'm the Alpha male again, and now I want to hear your final act of submission. You ready, man? Come on, Let's hear it, nice and loud....”
Rob groaned, for the first time, he had lost.
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| "OK, Fatfuk. Submit to me ……now!” |
“OK, Fatfuk. Admit it, I am the best. Submit to me ……now!”
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| Rob groans, “Please man, You’ve beaten me. I submit!” |
Rob groans, “Please man, you proved it. You're a fucking fighting machine. You’ve beaten me. I submit! Your the Alpha male, you're the better man...” The massive Asian could dish it out in spades, but it turns out he couldn't take it. Mule called out for the ladies to make the ten count.....
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"YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MATCH OVER!!!" Mule yells as the ladies pronounce "...Ten!!!". Keys to the Ferrari for the rest of Sunday!” Mule ordered, and Fat Fuk stumbled over to his clothes to comply. “…and I will be needing the use of one or better TWO of your credit cards too!” Rob simply had lost the will to protest and sheepishly complied, so total was the domination Mule now wielded over the multi-millionaire. The girls were stunned but thrilled as the once arrogant Rob had become a total pussy in the aftermath of the bout, to Mule! They had thought Rob to be a total douchebag, and now reveled in his humiliation. Knowing that Rob would never hire them again having seen what they had seen, they allowed themselves the rare freedom of candor, and begin to cheer for their new hero, BIG TIME! They couldn't believe Mule had survived the beatings and humiliation he had taken from Rob as he had lost fall after fall to Rob, much less that he had pulled off the final victory. Truth be known, they had found the beatings and humiliation of the Mule's beautiful body to be hot as fuck and each had orgasmed over and over as he had suffered. The scene of the beaten muscle god Mule on his knees sucking Rob's cock would never be forgotten by them. But for now, towering over Fat Fuk, the restored Mule flexed while Fuk’s girls openly mocked Rob and made seductive movements to entice the Mule – one began screaming for Mule to take her right there.
Mule ordered Rob to crawl to him, kowtow three times, then kiss each of his size 14 feet, then kowtow three times more, in a final humiliation of the once proud and smug oriental, this was too much for Rob to bear and on completion, he broke out into pitiful sobbing. In one battle, Mule had taken an arrogant economic 1% and broken him in body and spirit, reducing him, at least temporarily into his abject slave. That is because Mule represented a different sort of 1%, one of looks, muscle, confidence, mental fortitude, fighting acumen and intellectual acuity.
"OK, I’m going to fuck your chicks starting now..." Mule announces. He was going to offer Rob sloppy seconds, for being a worthy opponent, but on reflection and with the taste of Rob's cock still in his mouth, he didn't see the need to be tunnel buddies with this now broken coolie. He cuckolds Rob instead. The defeated Rob watched submissively from the ring corner as Mule puts on a masterful sexual performance with one of the Changs. Once finished, Mule sends Rob on his way with instructions to “Check Monday after 9am at the MGM Grand hotel room 1560 for your keys and credit cards- I will give them to you when you carry my bags down to the truck when I head for the airport . I will enjoy some morning frolicking with these ladies…on your dime of course, but make sure you get there on time because you owe me a blowjob...in front of these ladies, of course...”. Rob meekly nodded, gazing on Mule worshipfully like he was the Qing Emperor incarnate. Given the night of revelry he would soon undertake, Emperor Mule was an appropriate title.
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| Manhandling Rob Ho Fuk has made Mule horny as hell |
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| Mule Offers |
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| "Walk this way" |
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| Ever the gentleman.... |
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| Mule strips to his jock |
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| "Whenever you're ready..." |
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| "Assume the position...." |
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| "Your cock is twice the size of Rob's" the whore marvels |
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| "Yeah, and I never would have lived down getting my ass kicked by a Asian dude with a 5-inch cock" Mule answers |
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| Going in |
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| Warming up... |
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| Going in |
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| Getting down to it.... |
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| She is able to teach Mule some new tricks..... |
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| Mule cuckolds Rob..... |
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| The $2000 hooker proves she is worth every dime |
*****
The next day, after Rob arrived, the Mule had another fuckest with the Changs. After Mule had seeded both, Rob fulfilled his cuckold duty by eating Mule's cum out of both of them. From the moans they made it was clear that Rob was great at eating pussy. Mule then had Rob start to blow him for the repayment of the blowjob Mule had been forced to give to Rob the day before. "Yeah, I sucked your cock, now you get to suck mine.....". Rob turned out to be a great cocksucker. As Rob was blowing the Mule, The Changs began to talk about how hot it had been to watch Mule cocksucking Rob the day before, and begged Mule to blow Rob again. Mule resisted but its hard to say no to a set of big tits. Finally Mule gave into their nagging for the two studs to suck each other off and the blow job from Rob turned into a sixty nine session with Rob with the Changs watching. Mule took the top position as the sixty nine began. Both supermen had huge bull sized nut sacks which they used to tea bag each other. Each man sucked the other's balls. Each over sized nut was a mouthful. Their fully packed cum pumpers and pendulous golf ball sized testicles were testimony to the sheer masculinity and sexual prowess of both testosterone fueled studs. Both studs began to suck cock. Their gay sex turned hot as fuck, especially with the Changs finger fucking the prostates of both males. Suddenly, Rob made his move and flipped position so that Mule was now in the bottom, submissive position. Now in the dominant top position in the sixty-nine, Rob put one leg on either side of Mule’s torso, then dropped down, one knee into each biceps. Mule was pinned underneath the 295 pounds of the asian strongman who now was beginning to assert dominance in the sixty-nine.
Rob’s ball sack was now right over Mule’s face. He had massive low hanging nuts, two clearly separated egg like balls. Rob’s cock was fully erect, sticking up at a 45 degree angle. It was an incredible piece of meat. It wasn't as long as Mule’s own trophy cock, but it was so THICK! The shaft was as thick as a soda can topped with a helmet head more than two inches wide. Mule looked up at it in awe. Above the thick cock was Rob’s ample but rock hard and muscular gut.
“LICK MY NUTS!” ordered Rob. He grabbed the back of Mule’s head and pulled it up so Mule’s mouth was close enough to tongue his big bull-sized ball-bag.
He cradled Mule’s head with one hand and put his other hand at the base of his own thick tool and started whacking Mule’s face. The cock was so hard it was truly a weapon, hurting Mule’s cheek and eyes.
“SUCK MY BALLS !” Rob demanded at Mule as he continued to hammer the young stud’s face. Mule stuck his tongue out. Rob maneuvered Mule’s face closer to his huge ball bag and Mule started licking, his eyes closed.
“MMMMMMM… YEAH, THAT’S NICE… WORK MY BALLS WITH YOUR TONGUE!”
Mule lapped at the giant scrotum, driving Rob wild.
“TAKE MY LEFT NUT IN YOUR MOUTH!” demanded Rob, as he continued to take control and assert dominance over the younger muscle stud.
The studly Mule complied, grabbing the big egg between his teeth, massaging it with his tongue. Rob moaned in pleasure. “YESSSSSS!!! THAT’S RIGHT! WORK MY FUCKIN BALL! AND MAKE SURE THE GIRLS CAN SEE YOU SUCKING IT...”
Mule used his tongue to rub and massage the big brute's left nut as he was instructed. His tongue probed the huge ball, pushing it, feeling the mass of the testicle. It was as big as a tennis ball. The huge testosterone maker was even bigger than the Mule's own prize bull sized cum factory, which was exactly the point that the crafty Rob was driving into Mule's head. The gonad revealed a size and density which produced copious amounts of sperm-filed cum. Mule’s tongue massage was stimulating more sperm production and Rob would need another release soon. The Chang's looked on with approval, admiring Rob's prowess as a stud bull top and stroking Mule's long schlong.
Mule's submissive ball-lapping continued for about five minutes, the big bull Rob groaning in pleasure, his fat fuck-tool bouncing and spewing pre-cum.
The women pulled the two lusting muscle bulls apart from the sixty-nine before either could cum, however. They had a different cock sucking in mind. Watching the Mule humiliated by their employer the day before had wet their appetite for even more man on man sex.
At the Changs' insistence the hot gay sex continued between the two musclemen, but with the sixty nine instead turned into Mule finishing what he had started the day before -- with the Mule on his knees, sucking Rob's cock, taking cock balls deep to the squealing delight of the ladies at the replay of the hot mastering of Mule the day before. The women held their breath as they saw the hot young Mule, the macho guy they had just fucked, now kneeling in submission to the muscle man Rob, who was standing contemptuously, legs splayed out to the side, feet on the floor, his wide cock ready and waiting. Rob linked his hands casually behind his head and pulled his head forward so he could watch Mule on his knees at his feet lean forward, stare at the rigid pole, then lower his mouth over it.
Rob's hands once again went to his hips and his mighty muscles were displayed as Rob continued to force a now submissive Mule to perform gay sex for the entertainment of the Changs.
"Perfect," Rob said with a sadistic leer, standing with his crotch in front of Mule's face. "Open." Mule knew what was to come. He hesitated but then opened his mouth wide and waited as Rob stroked his dick into a thick, hard rod. Rob lowered his arms and placed them on Mule’s head, calmly saying, “time to service your superior.” With that, he pushed the head of his thick tool into Rob’s mouth "Enjoy, asshole." Rob snarled as pushed his shaft hard into Mule's mouth, leaning into the agonized face until the thick cock was down the choking man's throat. Rob turned to the two ladies who were watching and fingering their clits, to observe their reaction as he SHOVED his prick all the way in. Mule gagged on the hard pole and tried to push away. In turn, Rob pulled out a bit, then SHOVED this dick back into Mule’s throat once again.
"Suck it..." the Changs said in unison, repeating the command Rob had used the day before. In the heat of the gay sex Mule got into it and slober polished the Asian's huge knob like crack whore with a gun to her head. The head of the girthy cock was the size of a tangerine. Mule didn’t hesitate as he sucked in the thick shaft, something he had secretly fantasized about again since the day before, and breathed in through his nose as it buried itself in Rob’s tangle of sweat-soaked pubic hair with his chin against the huge sweaty nut sack. Mule felt the meaty dick pulsing at the tip of his tongue. He tried to gather as much spit as possible and roamed the throbbing shaft up and down. Moaning and slurping filled the room, while Mule hung off Rob 's groin. His fingers were cupping the big Asian's flexing ass cheeks and he felt them as the powerful glutes flexed and bulged.Rob's cocky grin returned as he was serviced by the Mule. The humiliation of sucking cock once again flowed through the Mule. “Yeah, eat my dick, boy!suck my cock...mmmmm.. yeah, that's it. suck my fucking cock! Mmmmmmm yeah, suck it boy...get me off....you will be tasting my cum soon....! ” Rob commanded as he continued plowing Mule's throat.
Rob closed his strong hands firmly behind the Mule's head and forced the young muscleman to take his pulsing man's meat up to the hilt. Mule chokes on the giant piece of meat being forced down his throat. He began a slow skull fucking of the kneeling muscle man. The sweaty mass of Asian muscle hammered into Mule, who held tightly to Rob 's buttocks and tried to keep his mouth around the throbbing dick. Mule choked as the cock filled his mouth and slid down inside his throat. He thought he would pass out, when suddenly the pressure eased and he felt the cock pulling out. He took a few deep breaths, then the rod pushed in again and made him choke again as it massaged the back of his throat. He began to go with the rhythm of the slow thrusts of the thick shaft. The Changs watched Rob's huge cock slide in and out of the mouth of the Mule's beautifully chiseled face.
The big beast grabbed Mule's head. He thrust his hips up, ramming his cock down the Mule's throat, taking full control. Rob grabs Mule's head, forcing him to deep throat the thick shaft. The ladies hear the stud Mule gagging as he's impaled by their employer's musclebeast manhood. "Yeah, take that cock, bitch. Choke on my dick." The Mule couldn't move, he realized he was just a hole for the Asian stud's mighty cock to pound. Rob held Mule’s head in both hands and began to face fuck him with his cock - ramming it all down the bodybuilder's throat - holding Mule’s face buried into his groin. Mule coughed and choked as his arms gesticulated wildly. Rob sexually attacked the Mule even harder. Mule tried to push away but was held fast. His face was buried so deep in Rob’s crotch he was being suffocated. Mule was gagging uncontrollably and clutching his throat.
“Suck my cock, muscle phag! Show the ladies how much you love servicing big cock!” As the mouth-fuck continued, Mule choked and gagged on the rock hard tool. The ladies stared in shock and awe a heavy breathing Rob pumped his girthy cock in and out of Mule’s mouth. Rob right hand was on the top of Mule’s handsome head, holding it in place with a vice-like grip as his cock raped Mule’s throat
The pounding increased. Rob pulled his dick clear and then rammed it back down the throat, again and again until Mule thought he would black out. This was no longer a blow job, Rob was shoving his dick down the Mule's throat. Rob was literally fucking the Mule in the face. Mule was regretting now having been talked into sucking Rob's dick by the Changs. Mule tried to pull off but Rob grabbed both sides of Mule's head. Rob keeps forcing his cock down the Mule's throat. Rob brutally thrust his large cock again and again. Mule groaned and whimpered as the powerful glutes of Rob flexed again and again as the brutal face fucking took on the elements of a rape.
Mule struggled and fought against the sexual assault. But Rob was used to taking what he wanted, by force when necessary. Again and again the thick shaft stretched the suffering mouth. Rob forced himself on the Mule, overcoming the Mule's frantic resistance with force. The sound of Mule’s panting ... groaning ... holding his breath ... whimpering delighted Rob. Mule's filled mouth and throat gagged and choked, his head in the vice like grip of his tormentor.
The strong testosterone laden smell of man on man sex filled the room. The luxurious hotel suite took on the atmosphere of a rape dungeon. Ape like grunts from Rob mixed with groans and moans from the choking Mule. Mule was desperately trying to escape from Rob's hold on the back of his head as Rob continued to thrust his thick cock deep into Mule's throat, cutting off his air. Mule's muscles bulged and flexed as he tried unsuccessfully to push him off, pressing against Rob's stone-hard hips and abs. But the older man's dominance, power and determination was still just too much! In the dim light of the room both men looked incredible. Every straining, bulging muscle of both titans was on display, and the Changs began to swoon and moan as they witnessed the rape of an Alpha male bodybuilder. Mule was just another hole for Rob to breed. Rob was determined to bust his nut inside Mule's mouth this time, and was not going to be denied. ...Nothing will stand in his way!
The two musclemen were once again locked in battle as Rob sexually violated the Mule. Rob was both physically overcoming and sexually mastering the unwilling Mule. The Changs looked at Mule's handsome face as it got brutally fucked. “YES!!!!, RAPE THE FUCKER’S MOUTH!” thought the Changs, simultaneously. Mule's eyes streaming tears from pain, hair matted to his head with sweat, his glaze riveted on the big Asian strongman above him. The struggling Mule was not only getting face fucked, he was being brutally and violently orally raped. Rob's fucking was relentless and merciless and Mule was unable to stop him. Rob was too powerful.
Mule struggled and fought against the sexual assault. But Rob was used to taking what he wanted, by force when necessary. Again and again the thick shaft stretched the suffering mouth. Rob forced himself on the Mule, overcoming the Mule's frantic resistance with force. The sound of Mule’s panting ... groaning ... holding his breath ... whimpering delighted Rob. Mule's filled mouth and throat gagged and choked, his head in the vice like grip of his tormentor.
The strong testosterone laden smell of man on man sex filled the room. The luxurious hotel suite took on the atmosphere of a rape dungeon. Ape like grunts from Rob mixed with groans and moans from the choking Mule. Mule was desperately trying to escape from Rob's hold on the back of his head as Rob continued to thrust his thick cock deep into Mule's throat, cutting off his air. Mule's muscles bulged and flexed as he tried unsuccessfully to push him off, pressing against Rob's stone-hard hips and abs. But the older man's dominance, power and determination was still just too much! In the dim light of the room both men looked incredible. Every straining, bulging muscle of both titans was on display, and the Changs began to swoon and moan as they witnessed the rape of an Alpha male bodybuilder. Mule was just another hole for Rob to breed. Rob was determined to bust his nut inside Mule's mouth this time, and was not going to be denied. ...Nothing will stand in his way!
The two musclemen were once again locked in battle as Rob sexually violated the Mule. Rob was both physically overcoming and sexually mastering the unwilling Mule. The Changs looked at Mule's handsome face as it got brutally fucked. “YES!!!!, RAPE THE FUCKER’S MOUTH!” thought the Changs, simultaneously. Mule's eyes streaming tears from pain, hair matted to his head with sweat, his glaze riveted on the big Asian strongman above him. The struggling Mule was not only getting face fucked, he was being brutally and violently orally raped. Rob's fucking was relentless and merciless and Mule was unable to stop him. Rob was too powerful.
The only way the rape would end was for Rob to cum, and that happened quick enough. Rob starting breathing heavier, pumping his cock in and out of Mule’s mouth. His right hand was on the top of Mule’s head, holding it in place as his cock raped Rob’s throat.
“OOOOHHHHHHH!!!! FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Rob cried out as his cock erupted spurting jizz to the back of Mule’s throat. Mule had no choice but to swallow as Rob's cock erupted in Mule’s mouth and the Mule gulped in surprise, swallowing the stream of bitter-sweet juice pouring down his throat. Hot salty cum was erupting from the dick head deep in Mule's throat. Mule tried to thrash wildly and fight off Rob but was held in Rob's vice-like grip. The resisting Mule swallowed again and again, tasting the hot, bitter liquid as it poured into him. Rob emptied a massive load from his prize-bull sized balls into the Mule's throat.
Rob's cum flooded his mouth to overflowing. Cum gushed from the corners of Mule's mouth. The lower half of his face was smeared in a thick beard of creamy jizz ... his chest smothered in a vest of cum. And during all of this Rob was still in control. Rob stood ... majestically upright, flexing and posing his body as he loaded Mule’s mouth to overflowing.
The alpha musclestud Mule had been forcibly violated. The Asian powerhouse had brought it to the next level: the ladies cheered as they saw their powerful employer rape the younger muscleman. It was the ultimate act of domination by one male over another....
Mule gagged at first but then swallowed the liquid. Mule kept sucking on the manmeat as if his life depended on it. Rob growled and the Changs cheered as he nutted down the Mule's throat. "Yeah, I tasted your cum Mule, but now I made you eat mine..." Rob gloated over the face fucked Mule. The degradation and rape of the macho Mule had been hot as fuck for the ladies. But the Mule was disgusted with himself for having been talked into sucking cock again even as Rob busted a huge nut and he swallowed Rob's thick cum. Rob came and came, pumping cum like a firehose down Mule's throat and into his guts. It was a huge load. Rob had taken advantage of the Mule, and turned a blow job into an oral rape.
Mule finally pulled away, still on his knees, with Rob's jism oozing from his mouth and dribbling down his square jaw onto his heaving chest. Rob had faced fucked the Mule! He had fucked the Mule violently and forcibly, and against his will. He had orally raped the younger muscleman. Rob pumped his fist in the air and laughed triumphantly as he bragged: “Yeah, that's right, I fucked him. Fucked his face...I Raped his pretty mouth....he couldn't stop me.... I forced him to blow me....I made him suck me off like a bitch...I forced him to eat my load....yeah, I made him my muscle bitch..." Rob chuckled: "Thanks... pussyboy."” Rob crowed in pride at his victorious achievement. He had not just forcibly face-fucked the Mule. He had orally raped the Mule and had nutted inside him.
"And that" said Rob as he turned and faced the Changs "is how I turn a big straight muscle stud queer!"
The women whistled and started a slow clap in appreciation of the brutal fucking and violent rape of the Mighty Mule that they had just witnessed. Rob had given a masterful sexual performance. Rob had sexually mastered the younger muscle stud. With his rape of the Mule, the balance of power between the two muscle studs had swung back in the triumphant Rob's favor.
With his balls spent, Rob pulled out and stepped back, his half hard meat still dripping. Rob slowly withdrew and rose majestically. “That’s right, boy. Worship your new master,” Rob said as he pounded his own left pec with his right fist in another show of superiority. Mule crashed down to the floor with Rob menacingly standing over him, posing his thickly muscled body to the cheering approval of the spectator Changs. Rob surveyed the damage. The exhausted and freshly fucked Mule was on his back on the floor, groaning. The proof of his rape by Rob was leaking from his mouth and covering his chest. The prone hunk covered his eyes with his forearm and tried to slow down his breathing in order to regain his senses. He could taste bitter defeat in the form of Rob's thick cum in his mouth.
The gay sex had been forced on Mule against his will. He had been over powered and sexually violated, not something a man Mule's size expects or is ever prepared for. Mule's body was glistening from sweat now. His young muscles were rippling through out his athletic body as he recovered from his brutal fucking and ravishing.
"What do you say to one more round before we call it quits?" Rob asked.
"I'm game if you are," Mule replied, his competitive nature kicking in. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, my stumpy dick doesn't allow me to do all the things your long schlong can," Rob stated, "but I enjoyed rubbing bones with you earlier. I'd like to do that again, except with me on top of you this time."
"Sounds good to me," Mule answered at once. Mule smiled as he laid on his back, appreciating that he would get to rest this round.
Rob immediately sat up and rolled to all fours, then crawled over to Mule and laid on top of him, positioning himself so the two men were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft. As soon as their semi-hard dicks came into contact, both immediately returned to fully erect status.
Placing his hands on the mat along each side of Mule's head, Rob began rocking his body back and forth, leaning forward so that most of his weight was centered on Mule’s chest and crushing down on Mule's pecs with his own, then rocking backwards and lifting both his arms and his legs in the air in a Superman position, forcing all his body weight onto his pelvis and, in turn, onto Mule's pelvis and crotch.
"UNGH! What are you doing?" Mule asked, sounding like he was in pain.
"Just tenderizing you with my muscles a bit," Rob replied. "Am I too much for you?" he asked as he rocked his weight back onto Mule's chest, bringing their faces mere inches apart.
As Mule stared into the stone cold killer eyes of Rob Ho Fuk, and the thought of being slowly ground into pulp beneath Rob's giant physique was strangely erotic for him. "No," he replied to Rob's inquiry. "My body can take anything yours can dish out."
"We'll see about that," Rob grinned as he once again rocked back and placed all his weight on Mule's hips, smiling while watching Mule wince in pain. Mule had underestimated his strength, his fighting skills, and his sexual prowess. And now, once again, Mule had underestimated Rob Ho Fuk. The dominant Rob would make the Mule both physically and sexually submissive.
After several minutes of his muscular opponent rocking on top of him, Mule felt as if all resistance had been mashed out of him. Furthermore, every time Rob placed his full body weight on their crotches made Mule feel as if another load would be squashed from his balls.
Once Rob believed he had asserted his dominance by crushing the fight out of Mule, he began sliding his body up and down Mule's, but only by a few inches at first, making sure his dick remained in constant contact with Mule's erection. The sweat between their massive bodies acted as lubricant to allow Rob to slide his cock up and down Mule's shaft more easily. As he moved, Rob's massive haunches would ripple and flex, and as luck would have it, one of the rooms full length mirrors were perfectly positioned between both men's legs, putting the full glory of Rob's muscular ass as he humped the bodybuilder stud and the scrotums of the two alpha males as they rubbed and slapped against each other in Mule's direct line of site.
Rob started to pick up the pace of his thrusts as he felt the juices welling up inside him, rutting and grunting and groaning against his muscle god partner like an animal. The friction of Rob’s cock against his own was almost more than Mule could handle, but he somehow endured, his face a mask of pleasure and pain.
As Rob neared his orgasm, he wrapped his huge arms around Mule's thick chest and clasped his hands behind Mule's wide back in a ground bearhug from above. The tight squeeze around Mule's chest brought their nipples together as well, further increasing the erotic titillation.
"OOF! Easy on the ribs!" Mule chuckled.
Rob loosened his grip, but only slightly so that the hold was still uncomfortable for Mule but not painful. He also repped up the speed of his humping.
Approaching climax, Rob lowered his head so his chin and Mule’s chin came into contact and grinned directly into the handsome young muscleman's jewel-like eyes.
The two grunting giants writhed on the floor, swollen balls mashed together and their cocks rubbed together. Their hard musclegut bellies, huge heaving chests and swollen nipples chafed against each other. Their ham-like hands grabbed and kneaded their pumped muscles and meaty buttocks as their ravenous mouths sucked and nipped alternatively at each other's throats. The loud, barbaric lovemaking soon had the two stallions with their slurping mouths locked in a wet, passionate kiss.
Rob keeps Mule in a full body press, making sure his cock stays pressed into Mule's cock. Rob then reaches up to stretch Mule’s arms out over his head and begins a man-to-man cock grind with Mule. Rob grinds faster and harder…grating his hard jutting nips over Mule’s hard piking nips as Rob rides Mule hard and starts fucking his rival's cock into full submission.
Mule rocks and rolls his head, squirming and moaning. Rob is determined to sexually overpower Mule. As Mule tries to resist Rob’s lips and snaking tongue, Rob forces his tongue into Mule’s mouth and crushes Mule’s mouth with his as Rob begins to take his younger musclestud rival and make Mule's body his. As Rob’s cock digs deep into Mule’s, Mule finds his mouth full of Rob’s dominate tongue and with the sexual grinding of their two bodies.
Mule winced in pain as Rob tightened his bearhug and pressed his cock down hard on Mule's erection as Rob's orgasm started.
Keeping his chin in contact with Mule's, Rob shut his eyes tight, his sly smile turning into a grimace of pleasure as he exhaled air thru his clenched teeth. His cock erupted with yet another load of cum between the two muscular bodies as he squeezed his load out against Mule’s dick. The feeling of Rob's muscles once again crushing him and Rob’s thick tool grinding down on his own, squashing it beneath its girth and then spewing forth its contents onto his cockhead and shaft. Mule feels his cock surrendering and feels the rush of excitement through his body as his nuts gush out a massive load of white man seed, as Mule blows a load between them as well.
Once both men finished their release, the taut, flexed muscles of Rob’s massive body went completely limp on top of Mule. The two men laid like that for several minutes, panting, sweating, and gasping for breath. They were entirely spent after having each cum and giving each other total sexual gratification.
Once they both regained a slight bit of energy, Rob peeled himself off Mule, their skin literally sticking together due to the copious amounts of semen between them, and said, "We'd better hit the showers before all this jizz dries and we petrify."
"I know what you mean," Mule laughed. "I'm starting to smell pretty rank."
Rob stood up and helped Mule to his feet. The two men embraced and patted each other on the back in a show of sportsmanship, their completely flaccid cocks brushing against each other without a reaction for once.
Rivulets of water cascaded through the contours around the massive muscles of both men as they shared a shower and cleaned up.
The two powerhouses then engaged in a long, steamy, sensual shower session. Although they were too exhausted to satisfy each other sexually at the moment, they soaped and scrubbed the sweat and sex from one another. But both men had built up too much tension, too much lust for each other to be satisfied with just that for long.
Rob gloated Mule into an impromptu shower muscle pose down. The posing musclemen felt each others bulging biceps. Mule felt Rob's thick beefsteak pecs. Rob felt Mule's rippling abs, but was quick to remind him whose had proven stronger the day before by flexing his own till they popped. Mule slapped Rob's rock hard glutes and let out an appreciative whistle when the rock hard ass didn't even jiggle. Mule's cock began to engorge and thicken.
Begrudgingly, Mule had to admit Rob was one hell of a stud. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, massaging sore muscles as the warm water cascaded over them. Soon, both men became aroused enough to have to jerk off, each sending their loads down the shower drain.
Mule was clearly still feeling the homo-ising effects of the domination moves Rob had been putting on him for hours now, but otherwise was recovering quickly. Rob's cock appeared unaffected by the muscle play. Cocks didn't lie, the older muscleman thought smugly: " I'm more hetero than this pretty muscleboy, he sucked my dick, I fucked him in the face, I topped him when we frottaged, I topped him when we 69'd, and the next time I top him I will take his hot ass AND his man card...."
Rob enjoyed teasing the Mule, as he caught the Mule secretly checking out Rob's girthy cock and licking his lips. Rob preened in the mirror, knowing the effect he was having effect on the Mule. Rob had gotten his mojo back. Fucking around with the Mule had put the wind back in Rob's sails. The mighty Asian was once again oozing power and confidence.
Mule was captivated by the the huge brute in front of him. Rob Ho Fuk dropped his arms and took a step closer to Mule. He grabbed Mule's hands in his big mitts and pulled the palms of his hands to his massive chest, placing one on each of his pecs. Mule instinctively squeezed the mounds. The big protruding slabs were as hard as concrete! All of a sudden they bunched up in Mule's hands, increasing in size and hardness. Mule gasped as Rob flexed up. Mule could feel that the massive pecs were more than a match for Mule's own shredded pec-plates.
Rob Ho Fuk again lifted his swollen muscled meat packed arms, and brought them up for a double bicep pose. His roid gut pushed out and his pecs, the size of an encyclopedia, spread over his chest. The thick vein just below his bicep bunched out to the size of a garden hose. The barrel sized bicep heads pulsated as he brought each bicep to his mouth, licking them. Rob stretched out his arms again, his triceps looking like two prized hams hanging there as he slowly brought them up again, the bicep almost being crushed by the forearm. “So, what do you think of my body Mule?”
“You’re a fucking freak man. ..” Mule stammered as he looked at Rob with awe... “Sorry dude…it’s just that your power is so fucking amazing…You’re fucking unreal…I mean, fuck, look what you did to me in only a few minutes with just your fists!” Mule was talking with his eyes wide with excitement. “ Man, it really turned me on to see your muscles and super human power at work… you were totally in control… you were right when you said I’d be drooling all over your incredible muscles…fucking amazing man…you are incredible…just look at how easily you fucked me up with your muscle power... you actually had me defeated at one point…”
“Yeah I did … you submitted to me! I had you beat…you submitted, I should have accepted your submission, but I didn't..." Rob said matter-of-factly.
Still Standing naked in front of Mule, the freshly showered Rob brought his arms out to his sides and up into a front double bicep pose. Inhaling his huge chest, his pepperoni-sized nipples barely touched Mule. Rob’s arms were freshly pumped with a film of water still dripping off the head of each swollen bicep. The numerous veins running across the bicep swelled into a jumbled knot in the forearms and fading into his wrist. His massive heavy pecs protruded skyward while the spike-like nipples nearly pointed downwards, with his thick rock solid roid gut sticking out as far as his massive pec shelf. Rob looked huge and impressive.
Rob turned in a full circle his massive arms pointing skywards making his triceps hang like two huge beehives. Mule went ballistic over this simple muscle pose. Rob followed that up with his double bicep pose that made his huge peaked biceps swell upwards. Those thick-corded veins looked like flowing rivers of muscle blood as they criss-crossed throughout his body. His chest pushed outwards and upwards, those bigger than life thighs of his tensed up showing deep cuts and striations that rivaled any bodybuilder out there. As he turned around his back resembled a mountain range but with more peaks and valleys. The Christmas tree in his lower back faded down into his huge muscle butt that stuck out like two basketballs glued to him. The seemingly hundreds of steel corded tendons and muscles ran down his hamstrings and formed a huge football sized pool of muscle that comprised his calves. Rob then brought his arms down and to his side as he inhaled his massive chest and swelled up to barrel size with a side chest pose. He held that pose while slowly turning around, letting Mule gaze at the huge slabs of muscle jutting out from his chest.
Mule was gawking as Rob brought his two huge paw like hands together, clasping them in front for a mind-boggling most muscular crab pose. The deep striations in his chest looked like deep valleys as they cascaded into his thick roid gut. His massive biceps swelled as hey almost touched each other with their pump and his thighs that were thick with mature muscle swayed and pulsed as he tightened them. Then Rob went to his front relaxed pose.
Mule was taken back when his saw the sheer size of Rob’s muscles in their relaxed state. With Rob’s arms in the air, his bicep and tricep separation was amazing. His arms looked like a giant hams attached to his body. Even unflexed, the size was staggering as his arms looked much bigger than they actually were. Each of Rob’s thick pecs, much bigger than Mule’s; hung there, his mass of meaty pecs so huge that his nipples almost hung straight down due to gravity. Rob’s rib cage heaved with each breath that he took. With a simple flex of his abs, his eight pack of brick laden abdominal muscles, stood out from his thick roid gut.
Rob Ho Fuk brought each massive peaked bicep head up his lips as he licked and kissed them…self-worshiping his own power. The pleasing grin on his face lit up the room while every muscular inch of skin on his body dripped with power.
"So how about it, Mule. How about I schedule a later flight and you and me take back up where the Changs interrupted our sixty-nine?" Rob asked almost casually, as he continued to flex and lip his own massive biceps.
A few minutes later Mule was naked on the bed with Rob on top, as they took the positions to resume the 69. Rob was on top of the younger muscleman, and swirled his hot tongue around the Mule's huge cockhead, bathing it with his flowing saliva. In a moment of acute passion he pierced Mule's wide slit with the tip of his tongue. Mule groaned as it entered his urethra and rubbed the intensely sensitive tissue. As he continued to emit animal growls the Asian strongman reached across the younger muscleman's body and brought his slobbering mouth down on Mule's long and throbbing fire hose of a cock. With his lips clamped tightly around the steel pipe he very slowly lowered his mouth until he felt the crown penetrate his throat and his stubbly chin connect with the Mule's bush which was wet with pre-cum. Rob shoved his own thick tool down the Mule's throat. A lengthy 69er ensued as their scorching bodies writhed against each other, muscled chests against hot rippling abs. The two sweaty, titans, their muscular bodies glued together, rolled over and over, back and forth, grunting like wild boars. The two studs reached between their bodies and began pulling and twisting each other's erect and swollen nipples. Rob's enormous round asscheeks jiggled with each downward thrust down the Mule's throat. Mule heaved back by flexing his muscle glutes of steel.Rolling around on the bed, the two ravenous stallions changed position several times, never once releasing their captive manmeat as they fucked each other's slurping mouths, all the while grunting and growling in sexual abandon.
Suddenly, with Rob back on top, the two bodies became rigid as their bloated testicles could no longer contain the hot semen and released the white lava through the piss chutes. The two men gasped as the first jet of jock-juice exploded down each other's throat. The enormous mass of sweaty flesh and muscle jerked uncontrollably with each eruption of the white lava. There seemed to be no end to the supply of hot milky spunk and the two men swallowed as much of it as they could as they groaned with pleasure. As the tide finally subsided Mule went around to embrace Rob. They exchanged a deep kiss, mixing their love juice inside each other's mouth and lapping the jism that had run down their chins. Completely satiated and satisfied, the two hunks fell into a deep sleep in each other's massive arms.
The naked Mule authoritatively announced "The next time we fight its going to be with our asses on the line. I owe you a rape.....". Rob just snorted in reply.
Both men quickly dressed so as not to be late for the flight. Too bad, the increasingly cocky Rob thought as he buttoned his shirt over his massive chest. Despite his protestations, Mule's cocksucking had been enthusiastic as he had swallowed Rob's nut. It looked like the hetro macho Mule had developed a taste for Rob's thick schlong and for gay sex. Mule was craving more of his cock. Just a couple of more hours of the two men alone in the hotel room and Rob knew he would have the horny Mule as his fuck toy. He would master the Mule yet again. And this time, he would not only have the macho Mule sucking his cock but he would rape Mule's hot ass to boot. But that would have to wait. For now, there was a plane to catch. Being a man that honored his bets, Rob handled the bags, and acted as chauffeur to the airport. Mule then dropped the keys to the Ferrari as well as the credit cards in a dismissive disdain. Rob loaded the bags into the rental: Mule’s usually sparse luggage augmented by a number of purchases made on the Fat Fuk’s credit cards. “You can take a taxi back to the hotel after you drop off my rental, and pick up your Ferrari, sweet ride by the way!” said Mule with a laugh.
*******
They get to the airport, and Mule has Rob hang around waiting on him but Mule could tell Rob had recovered his manhood. He was no longer under Mule's thumb so Mule was starting to get bored with playing with Rob when who does he spot but Grappler Dan. Seems Dan was in Vegas to make some calls on some of his customers. “This trip just gets better and better!”-thought Mule. "Hey Dan, I got someone I want to introduce you to. You guys got a lot in common....Rob, meet Dan...”
But that hopefully is a tale for another day!
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