Mule and the Muslims
BY MULE, EDITED BY STEFAN KANE,
ORIGINAL 3D ART BY STEVE62REEVES
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| Mule |
As usual, I see the Sözen brothers, Tamerlan and Coşkun, a couple of Turkish dudes that think they are hard. Neither one seems to rock a job, so not sure what they do for money. Must be family bucks, 'cause they live large, party hard, dress like Ottoman pimps: gold chains, Gucci linen and Dolce & Gabbana shirts, Rolex watches, with Mercedes AMG rides. Coşkun, the younger brother is clearly the more westernized of the two brothers: a college hunk with barely a trace of an accent but swarthy good looks and a ripped body. This, combined with what seems endless cash, makes Coşkun quite a pussy-hound with the American college girls.
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| Tamerlan |
Even though I am clearly the strongest fighter in the gym, I have never sparred with Tamerlan. Frankly, I don't like the way he smells. In two years the dude has never taken a shower after working out. He is oily as fuck, like one of those Turkish oil wrestlers. In fact I would often see him in the steam room with his brother, wearing some gauze diaper looking thing and rubbing olive oil on his built like a brick shit house self and scrapping it off with what looks like a butter knife. I asked Coşkun WTF is up with that, he just says "It's a cultural thing..."
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| Coşkun |
I am like "Wut?” Because the words: you must, are not in the Mule vocabulary.
I see Coşkun rolling his eyes behind Tamerlan as Tamerlan goes on to say: "My sister Semanur will be coming today to watch me working out. It would not be proper for here to see naked male chest of a non- family member. You need to wear a shirt and some shorts that don't show your cock and balls like those do."
I'm like, “Well that’s nice to know but fuck that shit, I wear what I want, or in this case don’t wear it, and so tell her welcome to America and I hope she enjoys the view...”
But on reflection, I decided I didn’t want to be a total asshole, so I threw on a black wifebeater and my “good” black gym shorts over my sprawl shorts, and proceeded to go about my business.
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| Tamerlan |
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| muscle that had purpose |
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| Semanur |
Coşkun eager to knock Mule down a peg or two in front of his obviously infatuated sister, began bragging about how Tamerlan had easily taken down everyone at the gym, except for Mule, who had been ‘too chickenshit’ to spar with him. "What you are looking at is an all-American korkak or “yeller pussy” as they say here."
That was too much for Mule, who never backed down from a challenge and lacked a trace of cowardice in his entire 6’3” body. “That is total bullshit, I’ll take on that brother of yours, any time, or any place, but it will be Mule rule’s brawling no pussified Olympic rules pugilism."
“I’ll take that challenge”, interjected Tamerlan in his deep, thickly accented voice.
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| “I’ll take that challenge”, interjected Tamerlan |
“Name a place and time, sweet cheeks!” retorted Mule.
“No time like the present, blondie”, noted Tamerlan
As he was want to do when challenged to a fight, Mule pulled off his shirt, cracked his neck and flexed his muscles.When Mule removed his shirt displaying a mass of twisted sinew in plateau like pecs, bolder deltoids, bulging biceps and triceps, triumphant traps, wing-like lats, cobblestone abs and sequoia quads; Semanur’s brain was flooded with dopamine, a neurotransmitter stimulating pleasure, arousal, desire and attraction. She was helpless against the chemistry of chaos overtaking her. She only could think of Mule, she ached for Mule, she pined for Mule, her other physical needs became subordinate to her hunger, thirst, and respiratory need for Mule. She was possessed by Mule.
Tamerlan who had donned a tee in deference to his sister, now took off his own sweat soaked shirt and joined Mule in stripping down to the waist. Tamerlan revealed a hairy muscular torso glistening with an oily sweat that made him look like one of those oiled up Turkish wrestlers. His thick abdominals and pecs bulged through the layer of hair that covered Tamerlan's muscle ladened body. A confused Semanur grew faint from the additional dopamine that flowed at the sight of her oldest brother's hyper masculine naked torso. It was a toss up as to which of the males was sexier, the Mule or Tamerlan. It was over whelming to the sheltered Semanur. Mule's nostrils twitched as wafts of Tamerlan's potent masculine scent reached his olfactories. It was both discordant and yet also arousing. He could feel the competition. Tamerlan was definitely a swarthy hunk and a challenge as a combatant.
As Coşkun studied Mule to figure out what was capturing his sister’s imagination and interest, he began to see Mule in a whole different light, it was not merely a growing hostility, but an even greater appreciation of his physical charms. Coşkun had always harbored a bit of a bromantic crush on the bigger and stronger blond, but now it blossomed into a physical hunger that alarmed him, and made him hate Mule all the more for making him mentally into his ibne* (*passive male homosexual partner). Coşkun cursed under his breath: “Kaşar!*” (*Fuck this) Making Semanur look briefly at him with a quizzical look, before her eyes settled back on Mule. |
| Tamerlan was a swarthy hunk and a challenge as a combatant. |
“Göt lalesi*” (*asshole) --thought Coşkun as he attempted to wipe his lascivious thoughts for Mule from his mind. All the suitable Turkish men, his family had introduced to Semanur, had thought her a fistik* (* A very attractive young woman) but she had been indifferent to all of them. "Now she hungered after Mule’s big thick hiyar like a $20 crack orospu! This could bring undying shame to the family, they would all be dishonored. Mule must NEVER encounter his sister again! That was for certain!"
Mule's solid 6'3 frame, packed with 260 pounds of powerful muscle, sauntered to the swinging sand bag and began to work it over with his wrapped knuckles. A tap upon his shoulder garnered his attention and he hugged the bag before turning to address the two men who had accosted him.
"Mule, so you want to go a round in the ring…?" Tamerlan said in his thick Turkish accent. The way he put it, made it seem like a sportsman like challenge, but the cocky look in his eyes said otherwise.
The big Turk's jaw tightened visibly as he simply stalked away and into the ring. He nodded to his brother as he hopped into the ring. Tamerlan hopped from side to side in eager anticipation. He curled his fingers slightly to invite Mule into the ring with another nod of his head. He tugged on his crotch and motioned Mule into the ring with his fingers.
Broad-shouldered but narrow-waisted, powerful but graceful, Tamerlan's straight and strong figure was iron-muscled as the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must have been muscled. Long and muscled, it told at a glance a wondrous combination of enormous strength with suppleness and speed. The strongly sinewed legs that had the definition of fine bronze sculpture, the laddered fur covered abdominals that flowed seamlessly into his groin, the massive pecs and big arms, the handsome head upon those broad shoulders. The strong jaw was slightly bearded, and the rippling surfaces of his massive chest was covered in dark black hair.
"Let's go boy…" Mule wiped his nose before curling that huge bicep, bouncing it and pointing to it with a finger. "See this? This is what's going to take you down asshole." With that he moved forward. Feet shuffled as they both wove and danced, each throwing light jabs that were ineffective. "Come on boy, this all you got?" Tamerlan provoked him between light jabs.
Mule wasn't daunted however, and he put his guard up, letting the blows hit the brick wall of his abs and chest before feigning a hook and then throwing a bare knuckled upper cut that knocked the Turkish stud clear into the ropes. A smile touched his hard jaw as he moved after him. A hard hook greeted the Turk and he stumbled back in surprise, and shook his head lightly with a deep growl that sent his thick musculature bristling. The Mule was more skilled than he had given him credit for.
Tamerlan quickly moved away from the ropes, certain that he didn't want to be caught there when the American stud made his next move. Tamerlan threw a few hard blows that wrangled the larger man toward the ropes before he went full at it and sent his fists flying hard. Mule got clipped in the jaw and stumbled backward, the rest of the blows compacting those thick, chiseled pecs and impenetrable abs.
The tough Turkish stud managed a grin as he pulled back for a hook that would be sure to send the Norse god sprawling, but instead he found himself falling backward with a cry of amazement from a Mule punch he never saw coming.
The next blow that came was blocked with Mule's forearm, breaking the boxing mold as he pivoted upon a foot and grabbed the wrist of that arm and wrenched it hard behind his back and forced Tamerlan to a knee. The dark haired stud cried out in pain as his muscled arm was winged behind him. Mule held Tamerlan there for a moment before he forced him completely down to the ground. His other arm wrapped beneath his free arm and Tamerlan was hauled to his feet in a full nelson.
Tamerlan cried out in frustration as the Mule pulled him around like a ragdoll. "Where's that muscle now stud…?" Mule whispered into his ear and he cranked his arms, making Tamerlan dance upon his tiptoes.
Coşkun watched in amazement as the Mule dominated his older brother. He had never suspected that Mule could handle his muscle bear of a brother so easily or so dominantly and he reached down into his own shorts to rub himself as his eyes trailed over the two huge muscle men going at it. His brother Tamerlan strained, and the definition of his abdominals and pecs were so clear that they could easily be discerned from beneath the layer of fur that covered Tamerlan's beefy body. Coşkun’s cock stiffened incestuously at the sight.
Semanur was exultant as she watched the two titans battle for dominance. Mule was like not like any other beyaz adam* (*white guy) she had ever met. Meeting Mule was so Film gibiydi* (*like a film) it was like the movie Thor, where a handsome blond muscular hunk had dropped into her sheltered world and changed everything. She had gone from a demure young lady to become abazan* (*hungrily horny) for sexual experience with this Mule, eager to unleash the power of his ejderha* (* penis). She had never felt this way about a man before other than those in movies, magazines, etc., but not in real life, and never with such intensity.
Semanur was amazed. She had never witnessed anything this erotic. Her tits were hard and her pussy was wet. She was getting off on this. She was getting off watching Mule’s muscular body move and inflict major damage on her sexy brother; getting turned on by the violence, by watching Tamerlan’ tanned, muscular sweaty physique twist and turn while receiving crushing blows to his face and body. It was an amazing display of domination and athleticism
Mule let Tamerlan fall to the ground, winded and a tired, but still very full of anger and vitality, he could not believe that this American dog could dominate his well-trained muscles. He dodged to his feet suddenly and launched his thick body into the Mule and speared him to the mat. Shoulders and biceps strained against one another as they rolled, and Mule came up easily on top, once again showing his superior strength. His fair features were almost joyful as he pounded Tamerlan in the jaw with two solid blows that he would definitely be feeling later. His struggling diminished as his head snapped backward. Mule reached down and dragged Tamerlan up to his feet and into the ropes.
The action was taking its toll on Tamerlan and his cobra sized Turkish cock was beginning to stir and uncoil in his trunks. "Mmmm… all this fucking hot muscle for show, Tamerlan? You're such a little pussy… weak as hell…" Mule whispered.
Coşkun could tell his brother was freaking out because the wild blows that he started throwing were nowhere near Mule, save for one that clipped the big blonde's jaw. Semanur, who knew little about combat, was fixated on the massive erections and rippling, straining muscles of the sexy men: her ruggedly handsome macho brother Tamerian and of the handsome American Mule. Coşkun watched in utter amazement at the arrogant display of strength that the Norse god was putting on. Mule had reached down and lifted the struggling, kicking Turkish stud by his crotch and shoulder and hoisted him up into the air and then down in a slam that made the whole ring shake.
Mule rose slowly from the shivering, trembling body of Tamerlan with a smirk. Mule grabbed Tamerlan by his ears and yanked him from behind up and onto his knees. "What's the matter pig fucker...?” The sweeping curves of Mule's huge biceps went around Tamerlan's thick neck from behind and into a tight headlock.
Mule wrenched Tamerlan up and onto his feet, parading him around the ring with his face buried in Mule's sweaty, musky arm pit. Tamerlan's fingers were upon that ripped forearm, trying to pry it loose as he stumbled drunkenly around the ring with Mule.
Mule finally let him go and Tamerlan collapsed against the ropes, panting and heaving from asphyxiation. "Now… say I'm a little pussy bitch….. Loud enough for your brother and sister to hear it...."
Mule's fist slammed into Tamerlan’s abs as he lay against the ropes, literally being held up by them. His body bounced back slightly as the strong blond jock began to work over the strongman's rock hard washboard with precise, hard jabs. Tamerlan's armored abs were his pride and joy, and he sometimes had his brother hit him with baseball bats among other things to test the strength of them. The crazy strength of this blond muscle jock had those same rock hard abs aching and almost breaking.
Humiliated and desperate Tamerlan held his hand's up. "Okay… okay… I'm a little pussy bitch…" Tamerlan groaned in his thick accent. Coşkun’s eyes opened in surprise at the admission. They weren't unevenly matched, but the blond jock just manhandled his hard muscled bother, the Olympic hopeful boxer, like he was nothing. There was blood on Tamerlan's formerly "indestructible" abs from Mule's bleeding knuckles.
Mule let Tamerlan sag to against the ropes as he turned to Semanur, sauntering to the opposite side of the ring to grin down at her. He slowly and cockily curled his huge arms over his head. "See this cup cake..? This is what real muscle is about… real fucking power…." He ‘jock shifted’ his sizable cock in his sprawl shorts, twitched his pecs and casually pulled on his own bullet of a nipple as his chest swelled with masculine pride.
Coşkun hurriedly escorted his sister out of the gym. On the way he gave Semanur a stern lecture on the proper deportment of a well-brought up Turkish woman, and the honor of her family. “You are the jewel of our household, not some Nataşa*!” (*whore)
Still the next thing Mule knew he was driving her around in his Jeep, buying her flowers and taking her out to dinner on his dime. He knew he must really be smitten, because this was abnormal Mule behavior, but Semanur basically was leading him around by his dick all night, until they wound up in her aunt’s house in the northern Denver suburbs. Her aunt was away in Turkey for six months, and while school was on break, Semanur was looking after the place for her.
After they entered the apartment avoiding encountering any neighbors, with just the two of them alone away from prying eyes, she finally removed her hijab, she revealed a head of luxuriant long black hair, which unlike many of her female relatives was absent from her upper lip, which required no bleaching or plucking.
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| Semanur |
In no time, they were on the couch kissing and heavily petting, the popcorn knocked over and spilled on the carpet, the chick flick on the Netflix unwatched.
When he explored the contours of her body, his big powerful hands were surprisingly gentle, and his touch gentle and sensuous despite his big fingers, this came to a delight to Semanur and a surprise to Mule whose technique normally centered about ham-handed groping.
Mule started to undress, but Semanur stopped him, and sensually undressed him, covering each bit of newly exposed flesh with gentle kisses and caresses. Mule returned the favor, gently disrobing Semanur, the first time since a baby that a man, even a relative, had seen her naked.
One thing Mule knew how to make effective use of, was his big broad moist bovine tongue. He applied it liberally to Semanur's body, laying claim to it with big drooly streaks, like a ...little kid lays claim over candy with his tongue.
Mule rarely did much in the way of foreplay, but this was an exception, Mule instinctively knew that to claim the pearl of her treasured virginity, he had to woo this woman, and so uncharacteristically he was patient and gentle, easing into the destined deflowering step by step.
His tongue pressed against her fo’castle and his large cannon pressed against her gun deck, Mule moved to penetrate both sets of Semanur’s lips, both of which parted readily and receptively to receive her captain and commander.
When her hymen was punctured, it was as if 1000 years of sexual repression's iron curtain was torn away as virtue gave way to a tumult of desire and libido. “I’m going to drop a load of semen-in-your [pussy] Semanur”, he punned, and the Turkish woman groaned, but not, not at his lame joke. All during their “date”, making out, and foreplay, Semanur had referred to him as THOR rather than Mule, and that was what she called out in the throes of their steamy lovemaking.
Semanur prepared a snack for Mule consisting of a sammitch made with pita bread and some baklava.
Mule's fingers were still sticky with the baklava as he began to finger her pussy warming her up for another go. “Oh, Thor…” she said tingling all over. Mule had to admit the second go was even better than the first.
This sexual sporting extended first into Saturday and much of Sunday. One thing that surprised Mule was that Semanur was both enthusiastic and quite adept at sucking his dick. This was not what he expected from a sheltered virginal woman like Semanur so he inquired about it.
“I saw this YouTube video by this old Jewish woman called Dr. Ruth…” she confessed, “and I practiced with a banana, but you are so, so much larger than a banana.”
“I get that A LOT!”
replied Mule.”
Sunday, at about 4 p.m., Mule and Semanur were making the beast with two backs for the last time before Mule had to leave when they were interrupted in flagrante delicto by Semanur’s cousin Asiye, who stopped by unannounced to look for a book and heard noises from the bedroom. When she opened the door and saw Mule and Semanur humping away, she let out a scream and fled. Mule and Semanur both quickly dressed afterwards and left themselves without a word passing between them.“What did you EXPECT, when you made my beloved sister an açık kapı*” (*an open door, i.e. no longer a virgin)
To avoid this punishment, Semanur's mother and sisters had
spirited her out of the country. But there was still the question as to
how Mule was to pay for his affront to the Sözen family
honor. In Turkey they would have insisted on his beheading or at least
his castration, but such are frowned upon in this country. So the family
had decided to have Semanur's oldest brother, Tamerlan, challenge the infidel
to trial by combat. Should Tamerlan prove unsuccessful in defeating and
humiliating the Mule, then her great Uncle Kagan will step in to do the
avenging: "Dude, you don't want that." Coskun continued, " Uncle Kagan Sözen was
a legendary bad ass back in Turkey. A nearly mythical crime kingpin who was
involved in drugs, murder, and possibly international terrorism. He was
already planning on car bombing your ass when my pops came up with the
alternative of letting Tamerlan kick the shit out of you instead. The
only thing is, you got to lose dude.....not only lose but take a beatdown.”
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| Uncle Kagan |
Fast forward one week to a late night after-hours clandestine assembly at the boxing ring...
Tamerlan pointed to the dozen or so assembled Turkish men. His Great Uncle Kagan, the family patriarch, his father, his brother Coşkun, and a few cousins and Uncles were there to witness the family honor redeemed. Some had argued for Mule to be killed, but the family being in America and subject to their laws, decided for prudence and settled for a beatdown.
Tamerlan was grinning and oozing confidence despite his earlier loss to Mule. Unknown to Mule, but as he was soon to find out, the boxer Tamerlan had been taking intensive wrestling training from Uncle Kagan in preparation for this fight. And as Mule would learn, Uncle Kagan was a great and skilled teacher and Tamerlan was an apt pupil.
Tamerlan pointed to the dozen or so assembled Turkish men. His Great Uncle Kagan, the family patriarch, his father, his brother Coşkun, and a few cousins and Uncles were there to witness the family honor redeemed. Some had argued for Mule to be killed, but the family being in America and subject to their laws, decided for prudence and settled for a beatdown.
Tamerlan was grinning and oozing confidence despite his earlier loss to Mule. Unknown to Mule, but as he was soon to find out, the boxer Tamerlan had been taking intensive wrestling training from Uncle Kagan in preparation for this fight. And as Mule would learn, Uncle Kagan was a great and skilled teacher and Tamerlan was an apt pupil.
“They are here to see you get a drubbing”, Tamerlan said to Mule in a whisper. “Make it look good, though or honor will not be satisfied.”
"You asshole," Tamerlan sneered loud enough for the assembly to hear. "I'm going to fuck you up. Get in the ring."
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| "Get in the ring!" |
Mule wondered if he could really throw this fight. Once the testosterone kicked in, so basically did his instincts, and he wasn’t sure whether his rational brain would still be able to function. This was all the more the case because he knew he had a fight on his hands with Tamerlan, the guy was no slouch.
His eyes locked with those of Tamerlan who, still grinning, quickly kicked off his boots revealing bare feet. Mule placed his workout gloves to his mouth, one after the other. Locking his teeth to the black leather, he drew his hands out. Tamerlan unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled them down, revealing his sturdy powerfully muscled legs which had a covering of dark hair. He now stood there, clad only in his plain white y-front BVD's. Mule likewise kicked off his own boots and jeans, so he was now also clad only in plain white BVD's.
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| the muscular men slowly began moving towards the gym's boxing ring |
The two fighters ducked under the ropes and emerged on either side of the ring. Tamerlan raised his fists, snarled as he began to slowly move forward. Mule did the same.
As the two men drew closer, Mule launched a right fist, but the distance was too great for a heavy impact and the fist bounced off Tamerlan's tensed cast iron abdominals with a slap.
"Don't think so, infidel!" Tamerlan spat out, drawing back his right fist, but before he could attack, Mule swiveled back on his left leg, his right foot shooting upwards solidly clipping Tamerlan's chin.
Tamerlan's head snapped upwards with the blow and he staggered back two steps, his eyes widened and blinking at Mule.
"I do think so, motherfucker!" shouted Mule as he threw his weight behind his right fist, brutally smashing it into Tamerlan's left eye.
The violence of the blow knocked the man backwards off his feet and sent him crashing down to the canvas floor on his back. Tamerlan let out a yelp and cupped the eye with both hands as he struggled to breathe through clenched teeth. The first knock down of the fight went to Mule!
As Mule moved forward, fists raised, Tamerlan looked up and, tensing stomach and chest muscles, began to lift his upper torso up from the canvas. A quick kick to his chest by Mule knocked Tamerlan back to the floor. Instantly Mule dropped to his knees, straddling Tamerlan's stomach and chest and grabbing his foe's neck with both hands in a choke hold.
Tamerlan's hands snapped around Mule's neck. The two fighters grunted in deadly effort as chest and arm muscles strained in a mutual death grip, Mule's sweat dripping down on Tamerlan's downed form.
Suddenly, Tamerlan drew his right hand back from Mule's neck and, on the verge of losing consciousness, smashed it into his left eye.
Mule grunted in pain and shook his head. Tamerlan now removed his left hand from Mule's throat and began smashing his fist into Mule's right pec, the muscle quivering with each blow as Tamerlan now dug the fingers of his right hand into the upper part of Mule's hardened left pec.
Tensing the glistening muscles in his right arm, Tamerlan slowly dug his fingers into Mule's quivering left pec as the Mule roared in pain. Mule kept his crushing grip on Tamerlan's throat despite the agony as drops of blood from his red and swollen left eye began to drip onto Tamerlan's chest.
Tamerlan's left hand now locked on Mule's right pec and began twisting savagely back and forth. Mule raised his head and howled in pain. As he drew it down again, Tamerlan drew his left arm across his chest, then sent his bent left elbow smashing solidly into the Mule's left eye.
The bodybuilder yelped in pain and rolled off Tamerlan to his right, landing on his knees, one hand cupping his eye and the other massaging his right pec.
Tamerlan again tensed his torso, muscled in an effort to rise up, but a clumsy punch to his nose by Mule again pushed him back. Tamerlan then rolled to his right and leapt up to a crouching position.
Mule swiveled to face his foe and raised his fists in time to see Tamerlan leaping at him in a tackle. Before the glistening bodies could collide, Mule blindly swung his left fist in an arc, crashing hard into the side of Tamerlan's nose, snapping the Muslim fighter's head to the left, his body crashing limply into Mule who was knocked from a squatting position onto his muscled ass, his back straining against the ring's ropes.
With a trickle of blood dripping from his right nostril, Tamerlan raised his head to see Mule's ripped abs only two feet in front of him, his right shoulder resting on Mule's knee. Tamerlan instantly pulled back his fists and sent one punch to Mule's six pack and another to his bleeding left eye, opening a massive cut. Blood gushed out and Mule screamed hoarsely as he stumbled to his feet, covering the left side of his damaged face with one hand.
As Mule stood upright Tamerlan swiveled into a sitting position facing him. But before Tamerlan could stand, Mule drew his right foot far back and drop-kicked Tamerlan in the chest, smashing him flat backwards onto the canvas and sending him sliding five feet back toward the edge of the ring. The friction pulled Tamerlan's BVD's down below the two hardened mounds of his ass cheeks and his enormous yet still thickening cock and low-hanging balls.
Tamerlan drew his knees to his chest and a strangled gasp escaped his lips as he struggled for air. Mule, fists raised, cautiously approached his downed foe. Tamerlan's eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling as his bruised chest heaved in a struggle for air.
Mule now slowly lifted his right foot and positioned it above Tamerlan's manhood. Mule quickly raised his foot higher preparing to stomp Tamerlan's bull sized testicles when the dark fighter launched his right foot forward, crashing it into Mule's left knee cap.
The surprised Mule let out a yelp as his left leg twisted and folded beneath him, sending him crashing painfully to his knees. Tamerlan instantly launched his left foot forward, crashing his heel into Mule's nose, snapping his head backwards and sending the muscle man crashing to the canvas as Mule's own tighty whites also shredded, revealing his mammoth erect meat.
Tamerlan now leapt to his feet and in one fluid motion tugged the fabric of his torn and shredded BVD's down over his bare feet, tossing it away without a second glance. Undaunted and confident, he stood before Mule stark naked, his colossal uncut horse cock hanging forward, jutting out from his huge balls. Stripped naked, fully confident in his strength, supremely comfortable in his manly nakedness. He turned toward the ring's turnstile, the two rounded muscles of his exposed beefy ass tightening as he climbed to the top and turned to face Mule's downed form. Mule groggily lifted his head as a trickle of blood ran from each nostril and down the sides of his face.
Tensing his battered pecs, he began lifting his torso up in time to see Tamerlan launch himself into the air from the turnstile, a piercing battle scream escaping the muscled fighter's throat as his knees came crashing down deep into Mule's bulging pecs, smashing him back onto the canvas.
As Mule now gasped for air, Tamerlan shifted his legs so that he straddled Mule's torso, sitting on the battered pecs. The fighter now slid backwards, his muscled ass sliding easily down the bodybuilder's sweat-slickened torso. Mule's erect cock bent forward as Tamerlan slid back, the Mule's meat wedged between the Muslim fighter's ass cheeks.
“Agazina siciyim*” The Turk hissed. (*I will shit in your mouth).”
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| Tamerlan smashed his fist deep into Mule's pec |
Breathing in sharp rasps through clinched teeth, Mule dazedly looked up into Tamerlan's eyes. Tamerlan firmly grabbed both of Mule's swollen nipples and raised him up to his knees, his exposed cock erect before him, pointed at the Mule's face. As Mule firmly grabbed Tamerlan's wrist, the fighter quickly stood erect, his fists still locked on Mule's nipples which stretched upward with the move.
“Ananin amini essekler siskin!” Tamerlan snarled, then translating “Let donkeys fuck your mom’s pussy.” He then added in English: “As that is how YOU were conceived!”
Mule shrieked in pain as Tamerlan gave a sharp tug on the twisting nipples. Tamerlan grinned through bloodied lips and gave two more sharp yanks before letting go, sending Mule crashing limply onto the canvas with a whimper.
As Mule lay there, momentarily paralyzed, he heard the now dominant Turkish warrior laughing and shouting, "Come on, punk! Get up and fight me, you scum bag!" There was also approving comments in both English and Turkish on Tamerlan's fighting prowess from the previously silent audience of his relatives.
Tamerlan's left leg lashed out and his left foot, flying forward, crashed into the side of Mule's mouth. The blond fighter twisted his face leftward with the blow, reducing the damage. Before he could recover, Tamerlan's right leg broke out in an arch, the right foot colliding lightly with the left side of Mule's mouth.
Mule instantly lowered his head to his chest and, tensing muscles, launched his upper torso up, the top of his head crashing into Tamerlan's forehead and opening a gash over his left eye as the blond fighter's head snapped back and forward.
For an instant, the two muscled fighters faced each other, both on their knees, backs ramrod straight, arms tensed but dangling at their sides, their bloodied faces inches apart as each felt the hot heaving breath of his enemy.
Glaring at each other through sweat-soaked hair clinging to their face, both musclemen began growling through clinched teeth, then launched themselves forward, the bare pecs of the fighters slapping together with a spray of sweat as flesh met flesh. Each fighter wrapped muscled arms around the sweat slickened torso of his foe in a crushing lock hold.
Their faces pushed together and eyes still locked, the warriors growled in effort as each flexed bulging biceps to crush the other. Each could feel the pecs and abs of his enemy straining and flexing as their torsos crushed against each other.
Below the waist, they mashed mushrooms tips and pushed and prodded and soon they allowed their sprawling dragons to slide and wrap together almost intertwining like coiling serpents...both men groaned at the feeling of the hot hard cock of his enemy...grinding their shafts they grabbed each other by the hips and began a violent pounding swordfight....swingin' hard from side to side, the only sounds were the brutal slapping of cocks and grunts of pain...violent, yet arousing...sweat and testosterone wafted into their nostrils--and droplets splattered on their exposed tongues..the cock slapping continued until they met chest to chest and each roared with hate as they grabbed each other in a crushing combative dominance-seeking embrace--each yearning for victory--prior arrangements lost in the chaotic heat, overwhelmed by the scent, touch, taste, sight and sounds of alpha battle.
Mule's bodybuilder physique was beginning to win the crushing battle as Tamerlan grimaced in pain, his breathing becoming labored. Before it was too late, Tamerlan threw his weight into a twist and flip, sending both muscle men crashing to the canvas and rolling toward the edge of the canvas then off it.
The fighters crashed onto the concrete floor on their sides, each letting out a yelp of pain and rolling away from each other. Tamerlan continued his roll and leaped to his feet, swiveling to see Mule rolling into the side of the ring, his back against it. Now the action was taking place on the floor mere feet away from the assembled Turkish spectators.
Mule's body convulsed at the blow before doubling over in pain from the cheap shot. The injured blond fighter screamed soundlessly as he covered his destroyed abs with his arms, rolling onto his front and arching his back. It was the hardest, most powerful kick the Mule had ever felt. Through the pain, Mule marveled at the power of Uncle Kagan. It was like he had been stomped by an elephant. His armor plated abs had been pulverized by one kick from the huge Turkish musclebear.
Tamerlan walked to Mule's side as he squirmed in pain. Looking down, the brutish fighter grabbed a fistful of the Mule's soaked hair and lifted the muscleman's bloodied face to just below the level of his exposed crotch.
“Orospu cocugu erman dinkay!*” --Tamerlan growled. (* Suck my dick, dumbass.)
In a flash, Tamerlan drew his right knee back then forward, crashing into Mule's nose in a splattering of blood, then drew it back and kicked forward into the man's brutalized right ab, Mule screamed from the pain in his gut. The audience murmured their approval.
Tamerlan wanted the win badly. Tamerlan threw Mule back into the ring and climbed in after him, smelling victory.
Tamerlan stood behind the muscled man and with Tamerlan's knee in Mule's back jerked his head back. Mule's body was forced to arch back opening his expansive chest wide. Tamerlan raised his forearm and smashed it down across Mule's throat. Mule clutched his throat and rolled to his left side gagging as he did.
Every cock in the gym, participant and spectator alike, was engorged and leaking now as the young Turkish warrior dominated the American Mule. Uncle Kagan was beaming with pride as Tamerlan executed his fight plan against the American flawlessly. Uncle Kagan shouted some instructions in Turkish to Tamerlan telling him to stick to the plan. The Mule was being destroyed to the delight of the Turkish onlookers. None had ever seen a man give a beating to another like this one, nor had they seen a man take a beating like this. Tamerlan's Olympic level boxing skills together with the new wrestling skills acquired from his Uncle Kagan had made Tamerlan an unbeatable foe.
Tamerlan climbed to the top rope of the ring and leapt forward, his elbow pounding down across his victim's throat. Mule bounced with the impact landing strewn on the canvas, half on his side totally incapable of defense. The repeated strikes to Mule's throat had done the job they were meant to do. Mule's injured windpipe was closing, and when you can't breathe you can't fight. It was a fight strategy that Uncle Kagan had worked out with Tamerlan, and the game plan had proven devastatingly effective. Mule was desperately trying to get air back in his body so he would have some oxygen to fuel his big muscles but his battered throat hurt with every breath he took.
As Tamerlan began flexing his biceps in an effort to lift Mule's torso higher off the canvas, Mule suddenly launched his right fist up, smashing deep into Tamerlan's bull sized testicles.
Tamerlan yelped out in pain, instantly releasing his grip and grabbing his injured balls, sending Mule crashing down onto the canvas. As Mule groggily began pushing himself up off the canvas, a stumbling Tamerlan, still cupping his manhood, weakly sent his knee bouncing off the side of Mule's face. The Mule continued to rise, however, and turned to face his opponent. Blood streamed from Mule's injured face and flowed down over his sweaty naked torso. Tamerlan was hunched over, eyes shut tight as he shook his head to clear the pain. In one quick motion, Mule moved forward, grabbing the muscular Muslim in a crushing headlock. Tamerlan snapped to attention, his hands flying up to Mule's straining biceps that were crushing his skull, but the Mule increased the force of the crush.
With Tamerlan bent over and struggling helplessly in his crushing headlock, Mule now began dragging the naked fighter over to the ring's turnstile. Only inches away from the gleaming metal, Mule rotated so that the dripping gash over Tamerlan's eye was facing it. Mule pushed violently back then forward, sending Tamerlan's head smashing into the turnstile with a spattering of blood. Tamerlan's hard fought victory was on the verge of slipping away.
Tamerlan moaned as Mule prepared for a second blow that Tamerlan knew would leave him unconscious or worse. Leaning back on his right foot, Tamerlan used his tremendous strength to twist back and send a roundhouse kick smashing brutally into the side of Mule's face, sending the muscled fighter crashing backwards and out of the ring, then onto the concrete floor with a sickening thud. Mule convulsed once as the back of his head hit the concrete floor causing his brain to rattle around in his thick skull. Mule lay still. Mule had landed at the very feet of Uncle Kagan. Mule had sustained a concussion and was out cold. Uncle Kagan quickly made sure the concussed Mule had not swallowed his tongue and that he was breathing.
Tamerlan stood over his vanquished opponent. Mule was out cold. They had gone one on one, mano e mano, man to man. It had been a hard fought fight. And Tamerlan had won! There was no doubt he had proved himself the better fighter. His back muscles expanded and contracted as he breathed, his fist still clenched, while his opponent was collapsed into a pile of muscle at his strong feet. Tamerlan raised his arms up in the air. Tamerlan’s body looked magnificent, the sweat gleaming and making his physique's mighty muscles stand out. He looked like an ancient gladiator. His arm was raised, revealing his muscled armpit and cut serratus. His opponent was a bloody mess. The unconscious Mule still had not moved, his defeat was decisive and complete. Tamerlan's victory was indisputable.
Tamerlan planted his right foot on Mule's muscled chest and, tensing every bulging muscle in his body, the naked Turkish warrior raised his muscular arms and ruggedly handsome face to the ceiling and let out a long, piercing victory howl.
... the defeated and unconscious Mule...
“Your ass tulip is about to be plucked by ME, Mule. You should have learned to stick to your slots not to go all Amsalak in the pursuit of more prized pussy. You will think better of where you put your dragon in the future, when I make your ass into a pussy. I will turn you into such an ibne, you probably will end up offering it to everyone at the gym hereafter once I am done with you!”
Moving his arms down and outward, Tamerlan spread Mule's thickly muscled thighs widely apart. He was done playing now… it was time to FUCK! Tamerlan relished his conquering of another muscle man and owning him sexually. Tamerlan pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching Mule’s hole. He took it slow feeling the hole spread to accept the huge hard rod.
Then Tamerlan drew his hips back and rammed his mammoth cock into Mule's unprotected rectum, burying himself balls deep into the Mule's ass so that his full 10 inches was buried inside.
“Take that, Got Veren”- Tamerlan cried. (*Ass giver)
“You dishonored my sister, now I am going to dishonor you. I will rape you and turn you queer for me and there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am just too powerful....” –the greasy hirsute muscleman Turk hissed. He held his thick shaft in Mule's warm, moist cavity and it pleased him. He slowly pulled out enjoying the pressure on his shaft until only his bulbous cock head remained, then he SHOVED it back in. Mule started coming to and realizing that the huge cock was in him, he was revived from his concussion by the sharp pain in his ass. Mule screamed and his whole naked body convulsed as Tamerlan's gigantic spike pierced him completely. Mule raised his face from the ground and gasped for air, but the heavily muscled Tamerlan locked his hands around Mule's neck with a full-nelson and, with violent inhuman strength, he began to brutally fuck the other fighter.
Mule began to come back into his senses. “Aaaagh, I can’t take any more, man,” Mule gasped. “I’m beaten, finished. I give up … I submit … … aaagh! ...“Stop man… please no more… don’t do this… PLEASE!”
Coşkun jeers from sidelines: “Oh yeah, he’s got to fuck you to revenge the family honor!”
“This wasn’t part of the deal!” Mule hissed between clinched
teeth.
“Consider the deal…renegotiated!”—the Turk Tamerlan said with an angry laugh.
Coşkun chimes in: “Well, would you rather deal with the car bomb, Mule? You might as well just relax and enjoy the fuck....at least it's not Uncle Kagan's 13 inch ejderha..."
“Fuckin’ Muslims”, grunted Mule.
Mule bucked and twisted, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He struggled mightily, straining his bull-neck, his muscles bulging at supreme exertion. But Tamerlan had pinned the muscleman, his own muscles rippling as he humped Mule's beautiful, tanned, hard muscled body with the inexorable force of some hydraulic-powered industrial machine tool. All Mule could do was to grunt in agony at each violent thrust of his opponent's immense weapon into his brawny physique, Tamerlan's muscular arms and weight keeping Mule tightly entrapped under his tormentorTamerlan thrust hard, muscle straining against muscle, pulling out and surging back again, ramming his mammoth shaft deep into the entrails of the other fighter, determined to finish the job he had started with his fists by using his titanic cock. He really enjoyed destroying the other stud's manhood. This was the ultimate pleasure. He growled hungrily as he thrust hard and fast into Mule, savoring the warmth of the muscle ass around him. The tightness, the moistness aroused him into frenzy. Moving his hips in short fucking motions, Tamerlan forced his rigid meat into Mule's tight hole, slamming into the world class butt with the force of a runaway piston engine. Tamerlan's rape of the mighty Mule had begun.
Tired of the ass abuse, Mule was tempted to pull a reversal, which he knew he could do with Tamerlan so rectally distracted, but then he saw in his mind a vision of him starting his jeep and then he and his jeep vanishing in the fireball of an explosion and thought better of it.
“You fuck with my family, you gonna be fucked by ME! I will fuck you till you love me and turn you queer...” --growled Tamerlan repeating his earlier boast.
Tamerlan continued his assault on the bodybuilder's ass, spreading his thighs and digging his toes into the floor, seeking more leverage to thrust harder into Mule's ass. Another scream was wrenched from Mule as Tamerlan bit Mule's thick shoulder and practically ripped the muscleman a new asshole with his mighty cock.
“My ancestors were a nation of nomadic horsemen, breaking stallions is second nature to us….but I am going to turn you Mule from a stallion into a fuckin’ MARE.” He squeezed Mule’s balls with one powerful hand. Tamerlan boasted as he powerfucked the Mule into submission. He was as skilled a rapist as he was a fighter, his beast cock was as powerful a weapon as were his fists.
Tamerlan continued the display of his dick strength with his intense fucking of the stud. Mule’s own 9 inch cock was rock hard from the fucking. Mule had conflicting feelings due to the intense pleasure from the rubbing of Tamerlan’s bloated cockhead on his prostate. He moaned in pleasure now more than pain, his nuts churning. Tamerlan could tell and he smiled to himself. He leaned over and continued the rhythmic rape that was really no longer a rape. Tamerlan reached around and grabbed Mule's ample penis, squeezing it and jacking it as Mule continued to moan.
Mule's vision darkened as his whole body convulsed, his cock spitting semen, the huge muscles of his ass tightening around Tamerlan's thick iron bar as he came.
This violent massage was too much for the Turkish warrior. With sweat pouring, Tamerlan bellowed like a bull in heat as he was seized by the acute intensity of his own orgasm. His seething, hot, chiseled muscles surged and rippled under warm, smooth, supple flesh as he spewed hot cum deep into Mule's battered rectum. Then one hard final slamming of his groin and his control broke.
Tamerlan gasped for a moment, held in his rippling muscled gut, then roared as he allowed his hard cock to explode with a massive stream of hot semen. His semen jetted in hot, scorching spurts up Mule's convulsing anus, the filling of his male juices stinging Mule's anal walls, driving Mule over the brink.
Tamerlan uttered a wild yell of animal pleasure and release: his mighty chest heaving and his entire body clenching with need as he was seized by the acute intensity of his own white-hot orgasm, the end of the other fighter's orgasm merging into the beginning of his own. Tamerlan moaned and spasmed as Mule shuddered and jerked underneath him, Tamerlan's grip slipping, fingers losing their hold.
Both men could only pant as they recovered from the exertions of their bodies, breathing in the scent of sex, blood, sweat, and each other. Mule seemed barely conscious as Tamerlan heaved a long, deep sigh of pleasure. Tamerlan slowly drew his long but softening pole out of Mule's oozing ass. He had done it. He had raped his sister's despoiler. ... Tamerlan had raped the Mule. The proof of the rape leaked out the bred Mule's butthole in the form of Tamerlan's thick cum. He had used the Mule like a woman. The family honor was restored. Somewhere in the background, Coskun started a slow clap in appreciation of his powerful brother's brutal and violent rape of the Mighty Mule. His brother had given a masterful sexual performance.
Tamerlan leaned his upper body over Mule's prone form and stared down. Mule just lay there, totally at the mercy of his conqueror. The Mule had not just been topped and fucked, he had been raped by force. Mule had been completely dominated by the stud's superior Turkish masculinity Tamerlan watched Mule a moment, then rolled him over onto his back It was obvious by the huge puddle uncovered and the stains on the Westerner's muscled belly that Mule had also shot a load as a result of his rape.
Tamerlan lay his heavily muscled hairy and sweaty body on top of Mule, their muscled bodies cock to cock. Mule felt the power and manliness of Tamerlan as he lay atop his own muscular body. He had never even thought he could be subject to such total devastation - he was totally in Tamerlan's power. He had been overpowered and raped by the strong Turk. It made him hot. Tamerlan laid his still swollen cock on top of Mule's, noting with pride that his own cock was at least one inch longer than Mule's and even thicker. He let the fact of his superior manhood sink to the vanquished Mule. The Mule had been out muscled, out fought, out cocked, out sexed and finally raped by this superior male. Mule was submissive and swooning like a cheerleader for the star quarterback. He had made good on his boast to rape the Mule till Mule loved him. The infatuated Mule was his bitch now.
Tamerlan detached himself from Mule and stood up on wobbly legs. His tremendous cock now discharged but only marginally smaller, the last few droplets of cum dripping from the reddened head of his penis and onto the prone Mule. The bested Mule lay beneath Tamerlan. The victorious Turk wiped his forehead and flicked the sweat on Mule. Tamerlan could feel the heat coming off Mule's body. The heat of pain, the pain he had caused to this hot wrestling body now brutally beaten on the floor. Mule's upper body was red from the damage to it. Mule shuddered, his body consumed by the pain of his besting by his conqueror and the ecstasy of his orgasm at the hands of his rapist.
Tamerlan's shoulders and neck were sore and his arms ached from the workout they'd been given. It took a lot of strength and energy to brutally beat down, knock out, and then forcibly rape a 260 pound bodybuilder as he'd just done and his breath was uneven and ragged. He stood studying his fallen foe as he felt his breathing ease. Never before had he experienced anything like the ultimate satisfaction given by his brutal rape of this strongman. Damn, the Mule's muscled ass was the tightest, hottest hole he had ever fucked! It made Tamerlan's cock hard again just thinking about it.
“Al-ḥamdu lillāh, All Praise Be to Allah, for giving me the strength to vanquish this Infidel, and to revenge his spoliation of my beloved Sister, by taking his manhood...I have used my mighty phallus as the avenging sword of Allah…used it to turn this western stallion into my mare, praise be Allah. I have made him a homosexual so he is no longer a threat to good Muslim women. I declare our Jihad to be over and our honor satisfied by this deflowering of this son of Satan"
"Whatever...."
thought Mule. Mule had to begrudgingly
admit that Tamerlan had fucked the shit out of him... the dude was good, really
good, he had fucked with the primitive animal power of a silver back ape, King Kong style. ....Tamerlan had made good on his earlier boast...Semanur and all pussy was forgotten, and sexual thoughts of the manly and hairy Turkish muscle stud swirled in his
head. Even though the fight had to some extent been rigged, Mule felt conquered
by another Alpha, and when that rare event happened, Mule could not help
falling for a man who could best him.
Mule had fallen hard for his rapist. Virility, testosterone, and pure alpha power oozed from the victorious Turk. Mule was stunned. "Man, Tamerlan's hot..." He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly, his handsome face a beautiful tapestry of hard edges and lines. He was pure unadulterated sex of the rawest kind, with virility oozing from every inch of that glorious frame of his like the sweetest of pheromones. The man was all hard, supple muscular glory, from those corded forearms and very defined biceps to the perfectly chiseled, sculpted bare torso to powerful tapering thighs, thick etched calves, and sinewy feet looking like they were sculpted by Michaelangelo. Mule's beaten and wrecked body reacted to Tamerlan's with an enormous erection. Yes, Mule had fallen hard for the rapist.
His mission accomplished, Tamerlan turned and headed to the lockeroom for a steam and some recovery time. He didn't even acknowledge the broken Mule as he walked off. His defeated foe was less than a pile of camel dung in Tamerlan's eyes, so thoroughly had Tamerlan vanquished and beaten him.
Mule watched with lust at the absolute fucking beauty of Tamerlan's naked muscled ass flexing with each step as he strutted into the locker room, leaving the defeated and raped Mule sprawled on the floor leaking cum out of his butt and Coşkun to tend and minister to the conquered muscle god. Coşkun peeled the tank top from his own fantastically muscular body and opened his camos, stroking a monster tool equal to that of his brother. "Let's get cozy, baby...Don't worry, we're just getting started...My brother beat the shit out of you and raped your ass...but I don't need to fight you...I'm a lover, not a fighter....Everybody knows my reputation as a lady-killer.... and now I am going to use my sexual skills to take you all the way to full out homo...I won't have to rape you...your gonna be begging to be fucked...." he mocked at his moaning victim as he stripped his beefy body down. "Fuck!!!" thought an awestruck Mule, "Coskun is as big and muscular as his brother, Tamerlan!" His big rippling muscles shine in the overhead lighting, his bouncing pecs and boulder shoulders are impressive. Like his brother, Coskun's manhood was even larger than the hung like a horse Mule's huge cock. Damn, Coskun looks so fucking hot.
As Mule stared in amazement Coskun began to pose naked. First he raised his arms, flexing his biceps, then pressed his fists on the sides of his waist, pushing his shoulders forward and flaring his lats in a classic bodybuilder pose. With his jaw clenched and his muscles flexed, Coskun began to run his hands lightly over his own spectacular naked chest. He felt his pecs, then the ridges of his washboard stomach, then ran his hands up over his shoulders and down to stroke his perfect biceps. "Beautiful, no?" queried the cheeky Turkish muscle god, asking a question he knew the answer to. Coskun was achieving his goal of seduction: the Mule was shuddering with desire for this spectacular man. “Fuck" thought the lusting Mule..."Coskun is so fucking gorgeous...he looks fucking magnificent."
Mule had fallen hard for his rapist. Virility, testosterone, and pure alpha power oozed from the victorious Turk. Mule was stunned. "Man, Tamerlan's hot..." He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly, his handsome face a beautiful tapestry of hard edges and lines. He was pure unadulterated sex of the rawest kind, with virility oozing from every inch of that glorious frame of his like the sweetest of pheromones. The man was all hard, supple muscular glory, from those corded forearms and very defined biceps to the perfectly chiseled, sculpted bare torso to powerful tapering thighs, thick etched calves, and sinewy feet looking like they were sculpted by Michaelangelo. Mule's beaten and wrecked body reacted to Tamerlan's with an enormous erection. Yes, Mule had fallen hard for the rapist.
His mission accomplished, Tamerlan turned and headed to the lockeroom for a steam and some recovery time. He didn't even acknowledge the broken Mule as he walked off. His defeated foe was less than a pile of camel dung in Tamerlan's eyes, so thoroughly had Tamerlan vanquished and beaten him.
Mule watched with lust at the absolute fucking beauty of Tamerlan's naked muscled ass flexing with each step as he strutted into the locker room, leaving the defeated and raped Mule sprawled on the floor leaking cum out of his butt and Coşkun to tend and minister to the conquered muscle god. Coşkun peeled the tank top from his own fantastically muscular body and opened his camos, stroking a monster tool equal to that of his brother. "Let's get cozy, baby...Don't worry, we're just getting started...My brother beat the shit out of you and raped your ass...but I don't need to fight you...I'm a lover, not a fighter....Everybody knows my reputation as a lady-killer.... and now I am going to use my sexual skills to take you all the way to full out homo...I won't have to rape you...your gonna be begging to be fucked...." he mocked at his moaning victim as he stripped his beefy body down. "Fuck!!!" thought an awestruck Mule, "Coskun is as big and muscular as his brother, Tamerlan!" His big rippling muscles shine in the overhead lighting, his bouncing pecs and boulder shoulders are impressive. Like his brother, Coskun's manhood was even larger than the hung like a horse Mule's huge cock. Damn, Coskun looks so fucking hot.
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| Coşkun |
As Mule stared in amazement Coskun began to pose naked. First he raised his arms, flexing his biceps, then pressed his fists on the sides of his waist, pushing his shoulders forward and flaring his lats in a classic bodybuilder pose. With his jaw clenched and his muscles flexed, Coskun began to run his hands lightly over his own spectacular naked chest. He felt his pecs, then the ridges of his washboard stomach, then ran his hands up over his shoulders and down to stroke his perfect biceps. "Beautiful, no?" queried the cheeky Turkish muscle god, asking a question he knew the answer to. Coskun was achieving his goal of seduction: the Mule was shuddering with desire for this spectacular man. “Fuck" thought the lusting Mule..."Coskun is so fucking gorgeous...he looks fucking magnificent."
I'm going to clue you into a little secret. Mule. Coskun says. Unlike my straight pussy loving brother, I'm gay. Tamerlan only fucks another dude to establish domiance. He only uses that big cock of his on big cocky straight meatheads like you that need to be humilated and taught a lesson. Nothing like taking10 inches up of Turkish cock up the ass to mentally demoralize and physically defeat macho muscle stud pussy hounds like you! It makes you forget about chicks real fast, too.
Me, Im gay and a top and just like fucking muscle, and make no excuses for it. A top that enoys rough sex, the rougher the better!
The sexy Coskun clearly has plans of his own for his brother's new bitch. Coşkun continued the debasement of the exhausted and now helpless Mule by his driving his thick right hand into the deep, dark valley separating Mule's muscular glutes. His middle finger located the tantalizing manhole and he teasingly rubbed the tender lips. Upon hearing Mule's grunt, Coşkun's finger penetrated and explored. Mule's anus closed tightly on the invading digit and Mule bent forward offering Coşkun his ass. Coşkun introduced two more fingers into the twitching mancunt and the torrid hunk moaned when Coşkun started to massage his prostate. Thrusting and twitching his big butt, the frantic Mule turned his head around and growled, "OH YEAH MAN! THAT FEELS GREAT! BUT I NEED SOMETHING BIGGER THAN A FINGER IN THERE... !!!"
Coskun slipped three fingers into Mule's asshole as if he was a bowling ball and began verbally replaying the action of the last few minutes, making Mule relive his defilement at the fists and cock of the elder Sozen brother over and over. "Jerk your juicer, you fucking queer, don't let me do all the work for ya' ", Mule heard Coşkun's hoarse voice panting in his ear while the Turk's fingers were thrusting inside his burning ass. He bends Mule''s head back and plants his lips on Mule's. The kiss is long, hard and deep. Even the Mule has to admit the kiss is amazing. The kiss is forceful and about control, meant to reinforce to Mule that he is now Sozen property. Mule is whimpering and squirming as Coskun expertly kisses his mouth, neck and ear. There's no doubt about it, Mule is his plaything . As he finger fucked the Mule, Coskun licked Mule's ear and whispered. "My brother is more man than you... he knocked you the fuck out and then he fucked your ass...he raped you... and you liked that big dick up your ass, didn't you, Mule?...he took your manhood, and now....you want more big Turkish dick and more Turkish muscle to dominate you, don't you Mule???..."
Coskun slipped three fingers into Mule's asshole as if he was a bowling ball and began verbally replaying the action of the last few minutes, making Mule relive his defilement at the fists and cock of the elder Sozen brother over and over. "Jerk your juicer, you fucking queer, don't let me do all the work for ya' ", Mule heard Coşkun's hoarse voice panting in his ear while the Turk's fingers were thrusting inside his burning ass. He bends Mule''s head back and plants his lips on Mule's. The kiss is long, hard and deep. Even the Mule has to admit the kiss is amazing. The kiss is forceful and about control, meant to reinforce to Mule that he is now Sozen property. Mule is whimpering and squirming as Coskun expertly kisses his mouth, neck and ear. There's no doubt about it, Mule is his plaything . As he finger fucked the Mule, Coskun licked Mule's ear and whispered. "My brother is more man than you... he knocked you the fuck out and then he fucked your ass...he raped you... and you liked that big dick up your ass, didn't you, Mule?...he took your manhood, and now....you want more big Turkish dick and more Turkish muscle to dominate you, don't you Mule???..."
Mule was being driven mad by his need for a long dicking by Turkish cock. The last of Mule's dignity and macho ego had been stripped from him as the uncontrollable horny Mule found himself reduced to a whimpering gay sex toy by Coşkun, howling in untamed lust like a cheap alley whore, begging for something larger than a finger in his hot hole. Coşkun, legend for his sexual prowess, was glad to oblige and pick up where his brother had left off.
Mechanically Mule started to pump his own dick. Mule was on all fours now, in the doggie position, taking the finger fuck and begging Coskun to mount him. "Yeah man, give it to me, uh yesss .... Fuck that feels ssssoooo hottt, fuck me, fuck my ass man...put your big cock inside me, man,..Let me feel your dick inside me" Mule moaned as he craved Turkish huge cock inside him again, begging to be bred again. Mule, the once big arrogant macho alpha top-man was now offering his ass in submission, begging to get fucked.
Coskun smiled ….. a confident, arrogant smile. “That’s it Mule. I knew I could make you want it ….. crave it. Take a good look at me, man. Beautiful, no? I know what I can do to guys, how much I can turn them on. I didn’t need to fight you, Mule. I knew that just by looking at me you would submit to me ….. want me inside you.”
Mule feels Coskun spit on his hole, preparing it. The time has come for me to get your shitchute ready for some good ol' Turkish style screwing..! The sexy Coskun grinned as he slowly mounted the doggie positioned Mule, deliberately rubbing his long thick dick on the Mule's ass as he assumed the top position. "I got 10 inches of hot Turkish meat, same as my brother. And it's going up your hole!"
Coşkun started rubbing his raging erection against Mule's meaty bubble-butt. Then he pushed his muscular thighs between Mule's, forcing Mule to spread his legs wide. Then a few seconds later Mule felt Coşkun's huge shaft stroke along the crack of his ass. It was huge, ten thick inches, just as he had boasted. The throbbing joint slowly entered the dark valley and progressed towards the point of entry. Contact was achieved as Coşkun's hot flaring cockhead grazed the sensitive lips of Mule's anus. With a short hip motion, Coşkun pushed the head of his thick enormous dick against Mule's asshole as Coşkun forced himself deep between his beautiful muscled globes.
"It's time for some full-nelson anal...get ready for the fucking of your life, bitch...as you re-live your rape..." Coskun says with an evil grin from ear-to-ear. "In case you are foolish enough to think about trying to stop me, you should know that I am just as strong as my brother. Which means I am a lot stornger than you! Just remember how it felt as he tossed you around the ring like a rag doll and man handled you like you were a fucking school girl. And know I am capable of doing the same ..."Mule feels Coskun's heavy, thick sweaty pecs pressed into his back as he is forced face down into the canvas, his cock and balls crushed under him. Mule's arms are pulled into a full nelson and his legs are spread wide into a grapevine, forcing his muscled buttocks apart, exposing the Mule's puckered asshole.
Coskun prepared his assault, aiming his potent weapon at its target. With the Mule on his stomach Coskun's powerful arms full nelson Mule's neck while his powerful legs spread Mule's. Coskun's huge cockhead pokes at the entrance to Mule's ass. Mule feels Coskun bite the side of Mule's big football player neck, then hot breath as Coskun whispers in the still struggling Mule's ear "yeah, my brother is more man than you are, and so am I....and now I am going to enter you and claim your hole....fight me, Infidel...resist...try to stop me...let's play 'rape the Mule...'". Coskun begins to re enact his brother's rape of the Mule.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mule screams out as the huge hard Turkish cock drives into his hole...... From inside the locker room steam room, Tamerlan heard Mule's scream and smiled. Tamerlan had fulfilled his family duty as the oldest male by raping his sister's despoiler. His younger brother was free to use the wrecked body of the infidel Mule for his own pleasure now.
Coskun with one mighty thrust had slid his entire 10" long thick tool deep inside the Mule! Coskun's huge fully loaded ball bag slapped into Mule's sweaty low hangers. Mule felt the long Turkish tool of Coskun slide down his shit chute, still wet from the seeding by the rapist brother. Another stud had entered Mule's jock bottom.... forcing Mule's ass lips to suck the Turkish stud's thick manflesh. Mule groaned as it hit his prostate. "NOOOOOOOO... NOOOOOOOO....NOOOOOOOOOO" Mule moaned as he struggled in the full nelson hold, fighting but getting nowhere...feeling the huge cock slide back up the walls of his chute, and drive back again...with Coskun's huge balls slamming once again into Mule's sweaty glutes. Mule's arms are throbbing in Coskun's full nelson, he feels Coskun's warm wet tongue licking the back of his sweaty neck...Mule is totally under Coskun's control now. Flashbacks of his rape by Tamerlan replay over and over in Mule's head. "That's it...I'm inside you....Your ass is mine now, bitch....I own it..." Coskun declared, "tell me how much you love submitting your ass to me while I fuck you with the force of a thousand Turkish warriors..."
Coşkun began to plow Mule's big round glutes with his massive tool. Mule's primitive snarls and growls filled the room as his guts were filled with Coşkun's hard, probing firehose. Coşkun thrust his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, swinging his body in a big rocking motion. Mule went wild, reacting to every thrust of Coşkun's throbbing battering ram by pushing his ass back as Coşkun pounded his ass. With each deep upward thrust of Coşkun's thick Turkish-dick into his tight chute, Mule emitted a loud, throaty groan. With each thrust of his pulsing fuck tool into Mule's mancunt, Coşkun's guttural grunt reverberated off the gym walls. The two of them were grunting like animals, totally focussed on their own intense pleasure. Their hot sweaty, muscular bodies were thrusting and humping. Mule was crazed with lust, as he continued to be plowed by Coşkun's steel fuck pole. Their fierce and turbulent mating continued until the pace approached a wild, unrestrained crescendo. Coşkun was like a fucking sex engine, his hips slamming into Mule's ass with wet slapping sounds as his cock steamed, coring the brawny hunk again and again. Faster and faster, harder and harder, Coşkun rammed his clublike cock into Mule's hot, inviting manpussy, feeling Mule's egg sized balls getting tighter as they bounced against Coşkun's own and Mule got closer to shooting his load.
The dominant Coskun began to power fuck the Mule to another orgasm. What a fucking stud! Coskun sexual prowess was amazing.
“Yeah,” the sneering Coskun taunted, “you can’t take it, uh, can’t take my big Turkish dick up your bodybuilder’s ass. Not such a macho stud now are you, big guy? You’re mine now, Mule …. your hot muscled naked body is at my mercy. Shit if your gym buddies could see you now, moaning like a bitch while I fuck your helpless ass. Come on, stud, let me see you struggle ….. let me hear you beg. Say my name ...come on... I wanna hear you say my name, man.... do it...or I’ll fucking rip you open with my cock....”
The beefcake hunk continued the verbal humiliation and to top the snarling and growling Mule, with Mule's ass being pounded hard.... his hole being penetrated again and again by the huge boner in a fast brutal animal style....arms tingling from being held in the full nelson....legs grapevined and spread wide. Coskun knew how to use his powerful cock as a mighty weapon. The brutal assault would not end until Mule had shot another load to the vivid memories and Coskun's graphic description of his destruction by Tamerlan. The waves of pain mingled with hot ecstasy as Coşkun had the now submissive Mule enjoying his own besting and the forced sex at the powerful hands and long cocks of the Sözen brothers. True to Tamerlan's boastful promise as he had raped the Mule, he had queered the Mule for big Turkish cock, a fact that the well endowed Coskun was only too willing to now exploit while his exhausted brother recovered in the steam room.
Mule’s ass was getting used to the huge penis that was fucking him. It made his cock even harder than it had been. Mule was in ecstasy.
“OH MAN… THAT FEELS GREAT....!” moaned Mule. Hearing this, Coskun smiled, flexed his cock inside Mule and continued giving this stud the fucking of his life.
“That’s right, muscle boy, and it is I, Coskun, that is giving you such pleasure"
"You’re my FUCKING MUSCLE BITCH! TAKE MY BIG COCK MUSCLE BITCH!” Your muscle pussy loves being fucked!” You're ENJOYING my cock up your ass!” Coşkun yelled. Mule’s pole bounced up and down from the force of the rape, drips of pre-cum flying off his cock. “Looks like my muscle bitch LIKES being fucked! YEAH! HA HA! Raping you good now… except that you’re ENJOYING it! Can’t call that RAPE, eh muscleman?”
Coşkun let out a primordial roar as he delivered one last powerful thrust with his raging phallus, and his throbbing organ exploded deep inside the Mule. His whole body turned rigid and he pumped Mule's guts with rich hot ejaculate. At the same time, Mule ground his ass back and forth as thick cream flew out of Mule's thick cock as Mule sprayed endless jets of hot super bull semen while Coşkun climaxed up his butthole and their engorged bull-sized ball sacs emptied their scorching contents.
Mule's grunts of pain became groans of pure ecstasy as the incredible Turkish stud proved his superior sexual prowess by forcing every remaining drop of semen from Mule's testicles and prostate with his masterful sexual performance. Mule writhed and clawed at the canvas in ecstasy as he moaned Coskun's name over and over while the porn-sized Turkish cock hammered Mule's muscled ass. Coskun was the consummate dominant muscle stud: a sexual dynamo as skilled with his cock as his brother was skilled with his fists. Mule was intoxicated with pleasure… he realized that he had totally submitted to the lust he had felt for Coskun as the Turkish hunk had ravished his body. The queering of the Mule by the Sözen brothers was complete. Coskun had sexually mastered the Mule.
Coskun then took his cum soaked hand and with a reach-around grabbed Mule's ball sack and massaged it, paying attention to each ball. Mule was still moaning and his body was jerking wildly.
With a disdainful sneer, Coşkun pulled out, making sure to show the young stud the glistening fuck tool that had just violated his ass.
"Not quite finished yet, bitch. You're going to clean my dick. My dick thats been up inside your ass. That's right, your gonna taste your own ass by licking and sucking my cock clean!" Coskun said as he aimed his ten inch hard-as-steel rod at Mule's lips. “Okay baby. Here comes” he said as he pushed the head of it into Mule’s mouth. "Suck on it, infidel dog," Cockun ordered, "Suck your Masters cock!" Mule had his mouth forced wide open by Coskun pushing the tip of his cock between his lips. He couldn't believe how big it was. Mule had his mouth forced open almost as wide as he possibly could as he tentatively started sucking on it and licking the tip with his tongue. Mule had a giant cock in his mouth. A dirty, smelly giant cock that was coated with a combination of Coskun's potent sperm and Mule's ass juices, old urine, dick sweat, smegma, and cock cheese. As degrading as it was, the taste and smell was intoxicating. As Mule licked and sucked the cock clean, Coskun continued to degrade Mule by calling him a dirty cocksucker,
With Coskun's beautiful throbbing cock in his mouth Mule looked up again at his master's god like muscles and felt his whole body go weak just from looking at this incredible demigod. Coskun's magnificent body was absolutely devastating.
"That's the way baby," Coskun said as he pushed three or four inches of thick cock into Mule's mouth. "That's the way. Now really suck on that big cock. You don't even have half of that big cock yet. There are a lot more inches to go. Get into it," the hot Turk said sexually. Mule found his mouth completely full of cock and was almost choking. With one more quick look at the spectacular muscle man above him, Mule closed his eyes and started sucking with a vengeance.
Coskun realized he was ready to come already. This whole session with this fellow muscle man had been so hot that he was now beyond the point of no return. Gripping Mule's head with both hands, Coskun drove his long cock balls deep; One....Two....Three times. With that, he rammed it deep and held it as he felt his cum shoot. "Eat it, cocksucker..." he yelled. "Eat it you dirty cocksucker!" Coskun’s whole body was jerking around in ecstasy, and dragging Mule with him by his grip on his head. Coskun did not care that Mule was choking with the big cock jammed down his throat.
“That was Fuckin' hot, muscle pussy!” Coşkun exclaimed. “We’ll have to do this again! Of course, I know your looking forward to another sex session with me, Mule....” With that, Coskun slapped his hand on Mule's muscled ass as he smiled and stood up. Coskun was done now. Without another care nor thought concerning the Mule, the naked Coskun casually strolled to the showers to join his brother.
Coskun smiled ….. a confident, arrogant smile. “That’s it Mule. I knew I could make you want it ….. crave it. Take a good look at me, man. Beautiful, no? I know what I can do to guys, how much I can turn them on. I didn’t need to fight you, Mule. I knew that just by looking at me you would submit to me ….. want me inside you.”
Mule feels Coskun spit on his hole, preparing it. The time has come for me to get your shitchute ready for some good ol' Turkish style screwing..! The sexy Coskun grinned as he slowly mounted the doggie positioned Mule, deliberately rubbing his long thick dick on the Mule's ass as he assumed the top position. "I got 10 inches of hot Turkish meat, same as my brother. And it's going up your hole!"
Coşkun started rubbing his raging erection against Mule's meaty bubble-butt. Then he pushed his muscular thighs between Mule's, forcing Mule to spread his legs wide. Then a few seconds later Mule felt Coşkun's huge shaft stroke along the crack of his ass. It was huge, ten thick inches, just as he had boasted. The throbbing joint slowly entered the dark valley and progressed towards the point of entry. Contact was achieved as Coşkun's hot flaring cockhead grazed the sensitive lips of Mule's anus. With a short hip motion, Coşkun pushed the head of his thick enormous dick against Mule's asshole as Coşkun forced himself deep between his beautiful muscled globes.
"It's time for some full-nelson anal...get ready for the fucking of your life, bitch...as you re-live your rape..." Coskun says with an evil grin from ear-to-ear. "In case you are foolish enough to think about trying to stop me, you should know that I am just as strong as my brother. Which means I am a lot stornger than you! Just remember how it felt as he tossed you around the ring like a rag doll and man handled you like you were a fucking school girl. And know I am capable of doing the same ..."Mule feels Coskun's heavy, thick sweaty pecs pressed into his back as he is forced face down into the canvas, his cock and balls crushed under him. Mule's arms are pulled into a full nelson and his legs are spread wide into a grapevine, forcing his muscled buttocks apart, exposing the Mule's puckered asshole.
Coskun prepared his assault, aiming his potent weapon at its target. With the Mule on his stomach Coskun's powerful arms full nelson Mule's neck while his powerful legs spread Mule's. Coskun's huge cockhead pokes at the entrance to Mule's ass. Mule feels Coskun bite the side of Mule's big football player neck, then hot breath as Coskun whispers in the still struggling Mule's ear "yeah, my brother is more man than you are, and so am I....and now I am going to enter you and claim your hole....fight me, Infidel...resist...try to stop me...let's play 'rape the Mule...'". Coskun begins to re enact his brother's rape of the Mule.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mule screams out as the huge hard Turkish cock drives into his hole...... From inside the locker room steam room, Tamerlan heard Mule's scream and smiled. Tamerlan had fulfilled his family duty as the oldest male by raping his sister's despoiler. His younger brother was free to use the wrecked body of the infidel Mule for his own pleasure now.
Coskun with one mighty thrust had slid his entire 10" long thick tool deep inside the Mule! Coskun's huge fully loaded ball bag slapped into Mule's sweaty low hangers. Mule felt the long Turkish tool of Coskun slide down his shit chute, still wet from the seeding by the rapist brother. Another stud had entered Mule's jock bottom.... forcing Mule's ass lips to suck the Turkish stud's thick manflesh. Mule groaned as it hit his prostate. "NOOOOOOOO... NOOOOOOOO....NOOOOOOOOOO" Mule moaned as he struggled in the full nelson hold, fighting but getting nowhere...feeling the huge cock slide back up the walls of his chute, and drive back again...with Coskun's huge balls slamming once again into Mule's sweaty glutes. Mule's arms are throbbing in Coskun's full nelson, he feels Coskun's warm wet tongue licking the back of his sweaty neck...Mule is totally under Coskun's control now. Flashbacks of his rape by Tamerlan replay over and over in Mule's head. "That's it...I'm inside you....Your ass is mine now, bitch....I own it..." Coskun declared, "tell me how much you love submitting your ass to me while I fuck you with the force of a thousand Turkish warriors..."
Coşkun began to plow Mule's big round glutes with his massive tool. Mule's primitive snarls and growls filled the room as his guts were filled with Coşkun's hard, probing firehose. Coşkun thrust his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, swinging his body in a big rocking motion. Mule went wild, reacting to every thrust of Coşkun's throbbing battering ram by pushing his ass back as Coşkun pounded his ass. With each deep upward thrust of Coşkun's thick Turkish-dick into his tight chute, Mule emitted a loud, throaty groan. With each thrust of his pulsing fuck tool into Mule's mancunt, Coşkun's guttural grunt reverberated off the gym walls. The two of them were grunting like animals, totally focussed on their own intense pleasure. Their hot sweaty, muscular bodies were thrusting and humping. Mule was crazed with lust, as he continued to be plowed by Coşkun's steel fuck pole. Their fierce and turbulent mating continued until the pace approached a wild, unrestrained crescendo. Coşkun was like a fucking sex engine, his hips slamming into Mule's ass with wet slapping sounds as his cock steamed, coring the brawny hunk again and again. Faster and faster, harder and harder, Coşkun rammed his clublike cock into Mule's hot, inviting manpussy, feeling Mule's egg sized balls getting tighter as they bounced against Coşkun's own and Mule got closer to shooting his load.
The dominant Coskun began to power fuck the Mule to another orgasm. What a fucking stud! Coskun sexual prowess was amazing.
“Yeah,” the sneering Coskun taunted, “you can’t take it, uh, can’t take my big Turkish dick up your bodybuilder’s ass. Not such a macho stud now are you, big guy? You’re mine now, Mule …. your hot muscled naked body is at my mercy. Shit if your gym buddies could see you now, moaning like a bitch while I fuck your helpless ass. Come on, stud, let me see you struggle ….. let me hear you beg. Say my name ...come on... I wanna hear you say my name, man.... do it...or I’ll fucking rip you open with my cock....”
The beefcake hunk continued the verbal humiliation and to top the snarling and growling Mule, with Mule's ass being pounded hard.... his hole being penetrated again and again by the huge boner in a fast brutal animal style....arms tingling from being held in the full nelson....legs grapevined and spread wide. Coskun knew how to use his powerful cock as a mighty weapon. The brutal assault would not end until Mule had shot another load to the vivid memories and Coskun's graphic description of his destruction by Tamerlan. The waves of pain mingled with hot ecstasy as Coşkun had the now submissive Mule enjoying his own besting and the forced sex at the powerful hands and long cocks of the Sözen brothers. True to Tamerlan's boastful promise as he had raped the Mule, he had queered the Mule for big Turkish cock, a fact that the well endowed Coskun was only too willing to now exploit while his exhausted brother recovered in the steam room.
Mule’s ass was getting used to the huge penis that was fucking him. It made his cock even harder than it had been. Mule was in ecstasy.
“That’s right, muscle boy, and it is I, Coskun, that is giving you such pleasure"
"You’re my FUCKING MUSCLE BITCH! TAKE MY BIG COCK MUSCLE BITCH!” Your muscle pussy loves being fucked!” You're ENJOYING my cock up your ass!” Coşkun yelled. Mule’s pole bounced up and down from the force of the rape, drips of pre-cum flying off his cock. “Looks like my muscle bitch LIKES being fucked! YEAH! HA HA! Raping you good now… except that you’re ENJOYING it! Can’t call that RAPE, eh muscleman?”
Mule's cock had grown to full erection as the fine line between pain and pleasure was being tested on his ass hole. And the Coşkun’s total confidence combined with total control was turning the Mule on more than ever. Mule's 9 inch prick was sticking up high now and his nuts were churning. Coşkun’s 10 inch cock was punching at Mule’s prostate now, causing pleasure even as the rest of Mule's body ached. "Yeah, I'm doggy fucking your hole hard...your gonna feel sore for days..."
Mule felt the waves of both pleasure and pain came over Mule from the long intense fucking. Mule could not hold back.
“OH MAN…. OH FUUUUCK!” Mule exclaimed as his gizz spewed out six feet onto the canvas in front of him. Mule shot seven streams of jizz, an orgasm that lasted a full two minutes not counting the intense pulsing of his cock leading up to it. He spewed thick streams of cum like a fountain.
The knowledge that his cock had forced Mule's thick nuts to empty their baby seed was both a turn-on and the ultimate accomplishment for Coşkun.
Coşkun let out a primordial roar as he delivered one last powerful thrust with his raging phallus, and his throbbing organ exploded deep inside the Mule. His whole body turned rigid and he pumped Mule's guts with rich hot ejaculate. At the same time, Mule ground his ass back and forth as thick cream flew out of Mule's thick cock as Mule sprayed endless jets of hot super bull semen while Coşkun climaxed up his butthole and their engorged bull-sized ball sacs emptied their scorching contents.
Mule's grunts of pain became groans of pure ecstasy as the incredible Turkish stud proved his superior sexual prowess by forcing every remaining drop of semen from Mule's testicles and prostate with his masterful sexual performance. Mule writhed and clawed at the canvas in ecstasy as he moaned Coskun's name over and over while the porn-sized Turkish cock hammered Mule's muscled ass. Coskun was the consummate dominant muscle stud: a sexual dynamo as skilled with his cock as his brother was skilled with his fists. Mule was intoxicated with pleasure… he realized that he had totally submitted to the lust he had felt for Coskun as the Turkish hunk had ravished his body. The queering of the Mule by the Sözen brothers was complete. Coskun had sexually mastered the Mule.
Coskun then took his cum soaked hand and with a reach-around grabbed Mule's ball sack and massaged it, paying attention to each ball. Mule was still moaning and his body was jerking wildly.
With a disdainful sneer, Coşkun pulled out, making sure to show the young stud the glistening fuck tool that had just violated his ass.
"Not quite finished yet, bitch. You're going to clean my dick. My dick thats been up inside your ass. That's right, your gonna taste your own ass by licking and sucking my cock clean!" Coskun said as he aimed his ten inch hard-as-steel rod at Mule's lips. “Okay baby. Here comes” he said as he pushed the head of it into Mule’s mouth. "Suck on it, infidel dog," Cockun ordered, "Suck your Masters cock!" Mule had his mouth forced wide open by Coskun pushing the tip of his cock between his lips. He couldn't believe how big it was. Mule had his mouth forced open almost as wide as he possibly could as he tentatively started sucking on it and licking the tip with his tongue. Mule had a giant cock in his mouth. A dirty, smelly giant cock that was coated with a combination of Coskun's potent sperm and Mule's ass juices, old urine, dick sweat, smegma, and cock cheese. As degrading as it was, the taste and smell was intoxicating. As Mule licked and sucked the cock clean, Coskun continued to degrade Mule by calling him a dirty cocksucker,
With Coskun's beautiful throbbing cock in his mouth Mule looked up again at his master's god like muscles and felt his whole body go weak just from looking at this incredible demigod. Coskun's magnificent body was absolutely devastating.
"That's the way baby," Coskun said as he pushed three or four inches of thick cock into Mule's mouth. "That's the way. Now really suck on that big cock. You don't even have half of that big cock yet. There are a lot more inches to go. Get into it," the hot Turk said sexually. Mule found his mouth completely full of cock and was almost choking. With one more quick look at the spectacular muscle man above him, Mule closed his eyes and started sucking with a vengeance.
Coskun realized he was ready to come already. This whole session with this fellow muscle man had been so hot that he was now beyond the point of no return. Gripping Mule's head with both hands, Coskun drove his long cock balls deep; One....Two....Three times. With that, he rammed it deep and held it as he felt his cum shoot. "Eat it, cocksucker..." he yelled. "Eat it you dirty cocksucker!" Coskun’s whole body was jerking around in ecstasy, and dragging Mule with him by his grip on his head. Coskun did not care that Mule was choking with the big cock jammed down his throat.
“That was Fuckin' hot, muscle pussy!” Coşkun exclaimed. “We’ll have to do this again! Of course, I know your looking forward to another sex session with me, Mule....” With that, Coskun slapped his hand on Mule's muscled ass as he smiled and stood up. Coskun was done now. Without another care nor thought concerning the Mule, the naked Coskun casually strolled to the showers to join his brother.
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A thoroughly fucked and deflated Mule spent the next week lusting and longing for and busting six nuts a day to visions of the hyper masculine Tamerlan and Coskun. The physically dominant and sexually talented, long dicked and muscled Sözen brothers had stripped the previously hetero Mule of his man card. His rape by Tamerlan had been exasperated the re-enactment by Coskun into some full out P.T.S.D. Despite his best efforts to force his mind to focus on slut and pussy, each time Mule serviced his hard and throbbing cock , his mind instead would drift to the Sözen brothers. His mind filled with thoughts of their hard muscular bodies, large cocks, and the total domination and subjugation he had endured at their hands. He tried to block such thoughts, but it was no use. Finally the hearts stopped spinning around his head and the anger welled up within him, bringing his testosterone levels back from the nadir into which they had fallen. Slowly he recovered from his infatuation for Tamerlan and Coskun as his heterosexuality returned. He now saw red fury rather than hearts and fumed against the Turkish brothers and the indignity that the young musclemen had imposed on him.
A thoroughly fucked and deflated Mule spent the next week lusting and longing for and busting six nuts a day to visions of the hyper masculine Tamerlan and Coskun. The physically dominant and sexually talented, long dicked and muscled Sözen brothers had stripped the previously hetero Mule of his man card. His rape by Tamerlan had been exasperated the re-enactment by Coskun into some full out P.T.S.D. Despite his best efforts to force his mind to focus on slut and pussy, each time Mule serviced his hard and throbbing cock , his mind instead would drift to the Sözen brothers. His mind filled with thoughts of their hard muscular bodies, large cocks, and the total domination and subjugation he had endured at their hands. He tried to block such thoughts, but it was no use. Finally the hearts stopped spinning around his head and the anger welled up within him, bringing his testosterone levels back from the nadir into which they had fallen. Slowly he recovered from his infatuation for Tamerlan and Coskun as his heterosexuality returned. He now saw red fury rather than hearts and fumed against the Turkish brothers and the indignity that the young musclemen had imposed on him.
He confronted Coşkun one night in the dark and deserted gym parking lot, who just laughed and told Mule that he made up the part of there actually being a bomb threat, just to get the over-sized Mule to be more pliant and throw the fight.
“Fuck you, Cocksuckerun and your whole family!” growled Mule testily
“That’s COŞKUN! And you were the one begging to be fucked ...by this...”--the devious Turk reminded him, as he clutched his prominent crotch bulge, then played with his zipper with an evil wink... "I spread your ass like jam on toast...I rocked your fucking world, bitch...remember I had you moaning my name as you vibrated under me like a phone on mute with this huge cock of mine all up inside you...fuck I can still see my hickeys on your neck....you want my big dick so bad that the only thing I would need to do is unzip and pull out my fat cock and you would drop to your knees and suck my dick...I queered you for me.... don't even try to deny it...." Coskun bragged.
As Mule's gaze fell upon the sexy hunk, he glared at the ruggedly handsome and muscular Turk with wanton lust. Like he is want to do, Mule had rushed back into facing Coskun too soon. He was relapsing for the hot as fuck Turk. He felt his post-rape P.T.S.D. flaring back up. The relapse was real. The physical and sexual attraction he felt for the Turkish hunk swept through him. Mule's glare became ravenous as he took in Coşkun's burning eyes, the dark manly stubble, the rippling pecs with their jutting erect nipples showing in his deeply cut stringer, the beefy limbs bulging with muscle, and the pulsing 10" uncut dong which protruded provocatively against his partially unzipped jeans.
Coşkun smirked, "What the fuck You sure as hell are a horny son-of-a-bitch! Don't fight it..you know this is what you want, let's do it." The two giants grabbed for each other, rubbing their heaving chests together and mashing their erect nipples against each other. The mighty Mule melted as he experienced Coskun's kiss. Coskun's tongue slid into Mule's mouth. Coskun's rock hard muscular body pressed against the Mule. The Mule could feel the heat coming off Coskun as they kissed deeply. Coskun's hand slid up Mule's arm and onto his chest. He squeezed the Mule's thick and jutting muscleman nipples. Grunting their animal lust their faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as the crazed bodybuilders ground their spewing jackhammers together. The two meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of their pelvises. They were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight. Coşkun started to lap at Mule's jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on his thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh. Coşkun released his prey's neck with a loud plop and attacked Mule's left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender nub. With Mule's head thrown back, a growling and snarling Coşkun assaulted the musclebound stallions nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing their crotches together.
Following a prolonged make-out session in which Mule was out-sexed by the amazing talents of the Turkish make-out artist lover boy, both men pulled their stringer tops off and dropped them to the ground in a lust feed flash. The two Herculean hunks stood there, breathing heavily and staring at each other's magnificent bodies, Mule aching with desire for the sexy and hot Turkish Adonis. Coşkun famous love-making skills had Mule's head spinning. They locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. . They squeezed each other's body tremendous strength. Their bare torsos were pressed together with their huge shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling abs. Coşkun began to rub his hands up Mule's wide back and then down again until he reached the jutting mounds of Mule's meaty ass. He began squeezing the firm cheeks and causing Mule's hips to rotate to match his.
Coşkun's cock was hard as he watched Mule's muscles ripple and flex with his every movement. In a sudden surprising change of attitude, Coskun attacked the Mule. An unexpected fist found its way deep into Mule's rock solid abs, followed by another, and another, and another. He pummeled Mule with a rain of strikes, driving the air from his lungs and the strength from his body. Mule tried to shield his battered abdomen, but the Turk's raging assault was too strong and too fast. Mule was soon doubled over, arms over his stomach, coughing and gasping. Coşkun reached down and pulled up one of Mule's arms. Coşkun held Mule by the wrist and twisted until Mule's forearm, bicep and shoulder muscles bulged. Coşkun was unexpectedly violent as he watched Mule's confused expressions show more pain with each twist of his arm. Coşkun lifted his knee hard into the lats of Mule, making Mule wince and grab his side. Mule was gasping from the pain. Then Coşkun slammed his fists down from over Mule's shoulders into his pecs. Coşkun dug his strong fingers under the bottom of Mule's bulging pecs and squeezed as he pulled up. Mule groaned as it felt as if he was ripping the pecs from Mule's body.
Coşkun used his knees to kick hard into Mule's ribs and abs as he continued slamming and then pulling Mule's pecs. Showing fighting skills he had acquired from this brother, he pulled Mule's arms back and locked them in between his legs as he pushed down hard with both hands on Mule's head, stretching out his neck and putting enough painful pressure to dislocate Mule's shoulders. Coşkun released Mule's arms and pushed his head down hard to the ground with Mule's ass up in the air. Coşkun stood with his foot on the back of Mule's neck, who lay groaning in pain on the ground. Coşkun reached down and slapped hard on Mule's ass cheeks. Mule yelped as Coşkun punished his ass "You see Mule, you like to feel pain with pleasure now. You want to be dominated physically and sexually by a stronger, more masculine man. And the Sözen brothers can give you what you need, Mule!" Coşkun asserted, this tones dripping with self confidence. In his victory pose, Coskun looked like the splitting image of his brother, Tamerlan.
Coşkun wanted more humiliation of the handsome Mule. Coşkun leaned to the Mule and started kissing him again while placing his hands on the big man’s massive chest, squeezing the ample pecs and manipulating Mule’s hard bullet like nubs. Mule moaned in pleasure and responded in kind, grabbing Coşkun’s eraser nips, pinching, pulling and twisting them. Both men were breathing heavy, their huge veiny tools quickly reaching full hardness as they moaned and rubbed their thick veiny cocks to together and roughly working on each other’s nipples.
The musclemen were totally into each other now, getting off on their mutual power and hyper masculinity. Coşkun lifted both his arms, flexing the mass to their full 18 inches, pumping and making Mule’s cock bounce.
“FUCK YEAH, man, you are a STUD!” Mule said admiringly to the Turkish muscleman before him. Mule felt Coşkun's huge biceps, squeezing them and punching them, turning on both men.
Coşkun continued to flex, then with one hand, grabbed the back of Mule’s neck and pulled Mule's face to his chest. Mule began to kiss, lick and suck wildly all over Coşkun's pecs, paying special attention to Coşkun's nipples once he heard Coşkun moan in pleasure as his tongue worked on them. Coşkun pushed Mule's head lower so that Mule's face was on his ripped abs, which Mule began to lick, suck and kiss. Coşkun moaned with pleasure as Mule's hands grabbed on to Coşkun's muscled ass cheeks and kneaded them.
Then Coşkun pulled Mule's head back away from his body and guided his head to his deep armpit. He shoved the Mule's face deep into the sweaty recesses of his armpit and trapped it. Because of the beefy thickness of the Turkish muscleman's arms and torso, his pit was wide enough and deep enough to completely cover the Mule's nose and mouth. “MMMMMMMMM, yeah, that's it, you fucking homo...taste it...smell my scent and taste my manly musk....you know you love it..thats the taste of a REAL man...” My face was buried in Coskun's right armpit. I moaned helplessly into the Turkish stud's wet, hairy underarm, until Coskun tightened the hold, smothering my mouth and nose. I tried to push, pull, anything to escape as my lungs began to burn from lack of air. But nothing seemed to work. I opened my lips and began to lick Coskun's armpit. "Oh, fuck yes..." Coşkun moaned as Mule buried his face in the deep pit and massaged it with his tongue. Coşkun roughly pulled on Mule’s bullet sized nips, making the stud go wild on the pit, things started to darken at the edges of my vision as things began to dim. I was near to passing out from lack of oxygen, but all I wanted was the salty taste and musky, masculine scent of Coskun's armpit. .
Coşkun broke off the the mutual muscle worship and pushed me away just before I was about to pass out. "Kneel!" Coşkun commanded to the panting, lusting Mule. Mule complied, dropping between Coşkun’s legs. Coşkun's magnificent cock was inches away from Mule's mouth.
Coşkun slowly moved his precum leaking cock around the lips of Mule, coating them with a thick shiny layer. He pulled Mule's head back and softly told him to "lick!". Mule spit on Coşkun's magnificent cock, rubbing the saliva all over it using his tongue, moaning as he did. Mule's tongue licked around his leaking piss slit, savoring the flavor of Coşkun's precum. Coşkun told Mule "open!" and Mule opened his mouth. Coşkun slowly moved his cock into Mule's mouth, pushing it along Mule's tongue, ever so slowly. When he finally got his entire cock into Mule's mouth, Coşkun told Mule "suck!". Mule's entire mouth closed tight around Coşkun's cock and his tongue began rubbing up and down the entire length. And then, the Mule started to suck Coşkun's dick. "That's it, phaggot, eat it...eat my big Turkish cock and It'll give you a nice hot load.."
"Now, let's see just how bad you want me, Muscle Slut..." Coskun said in a sinister tone.
Coşkun pulled away from Mule and turned around, putting Mule's hands on his ass cheeks as he backed his ass up to Mule's mouth. "Spread my ass cheeks.." Coşkun commanded. Mule's hands pulled Coşkun's ass cheeks apart. The powerful manly, musky smell of Coskun's now gaping ass filled the room as Mule pulled the muscled cheeks apart. "Look at my ass hole, look at it..." came the next command. Mule stared at the Turkish stud's brown star fish. Mule was turned on as fuck by the hot sight of the sex god's man pussy. "Now....Lick my asshole.." came Coskun's stern command. Mule immediately complied , willingly, and his tongue lapped up and down from behind Coskun's balls to the top of his ass crack, over and over again. Mule's's tongue went to work on the entire wide and deep ass crack. "Yeah, that's it. Taste me...get your tongue in there...deep up in my shitter....deeper, use that tongue to dig out my hole... yeah that's it... eat out that ass.." came the next command. Mule complied and began assaulting Coşkun's rosebud with his tongue, eventually forcing his thick warm tongue deep inside Coşkun's ass and fucking him with it. Coşkun moaned out loud in pleasure, reaching behind to pull Mule by his hair further into his ass. " OOO-EEE... I'm getting my smelly Turkish butthole French-kissed by this cocksucker....
That's right..make love to my asshole, Mule...Damn, if your lifting buddies from the gym could see you now...." Coşkun spread his legs apart and moved his hands down so that he could push his thickly muscled ass cheeks even further apart. Mule dove his face down into Coşkun's ass, his tongue assaulting Coşkun's rosebud.
Mule continued his tongue fuck of Coşkun's ass as he moaned from the pleasure Mule was giving him. Coşkun smashed his ass into Mule's mouth. Mule was panting and groaning, but Coşkun's ass muffled Mule's sounds of passion. "Yeah Mule, that's right, you are eating my ass..." a cocky Coşkun boasted.... "I ordered you to eat my ass and damn ... you ate out my hole like a love-sick phaggot...there ain't nothing you wouldn't do for me....I fucking own you now, there ain't nothing too disgusting for you to do just to get more of my dick...I told ya I would turn you queer, you fucking degenerate phaggot ..."
Coşkun pulled his ass off Mule's face, and turned back around. His massive cock swung back and forth in front of the face of the still kneeling Mule. A frenzied Mule was so turned-on was by the hunky Coşkun that he stayed on his knees in front of Coskun and starting licking and sucking Coşkun's hairy and heavy balls and throbbing crankshaft in abject surrender to the alpha Turkish male. The criss-crossing veins of Coşkun's super-thick shaft were bloated with blood, and his joystick was as rigid as a steel pole and ejecting a steady flow of precum, Mule grabbed the cockhead and slowly pulled down the protective hood revealing the large, reddish crown. Mule wrapped his hot mouth around the cockhead and stuck the tip of his tongue into the piss-slit, moving it around, causing Coşkun to emit a primal growl as Mule ate the precum from the piss slit and the cock cheese under the foreskin of his throbbing Turkish battering ram. The infatuated Mule moaned, released the purple mushroom head of Coşkun's beautiful cock from the grip of his hot mouth, and gasped, "Oh God...Oh shit...fuck Coskun, You're such a hot, sexy hunk ....!!!" .
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Tamerlan's new and improved fighting skills and swagger were quickly noticed by the shady managers who constantly scope out the boxing gyms looking for new talent, and he was quickly lured to another boxing/MMA gym with some lucrative if not particularly ethical inducements. Both bothers were soon sparing at the larger and more prestigious gym.
But Mule was not satisfied. American honor was at stake!! The offense by the Turks could not go unanswered.
So on July 4, a large white assailant and his even larger black accomplice went down to the new gym where the brothers worked out. Seeing their cars in the parking lot, the white suspect dressed in American flag gym shots, and a black “thug”, each sporting lead shot gloves and hockey masks, waited behind the dumpster to waylay the Turks as they went through the alley to the parking lot. The secret was to strike first and hard, and then keep wailing on them so they never had a chance to recover.
Dear Thor,
Sitting here on the beach thinking fondly of you, thanks for broadening my horizons. Speaking of horizons, the one's here at Waikiki are wonderful at sunset...wish you were here. A friend of yours who is visiting here in Hawaii looked me up. His name is Tyrone, and we have become lovers, at least for the duration of his holiday here. After you, I would never be satisfied by a man who doesn’t have a big dick, and Tyrone is even better endowed than you. I love having his büyük siyah horoz inside me. Je ne regrette rien as they say in Paris,
Warmest regards,
Semanur
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