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(very loosely based on an original story by Anonymous, edited by Mule and Editor Brah, original art work by Artist Brah, ebonics assistance by KC)
*Sometime in the 21st century, somewhere in Texas*
It had been a week since Atlas had traded his bike in for a newer, snazzier model. The trade had been not precisely voluntary, more of an act of appeasement to end the ass-kicking he was giving a pair of local yokels who thought they were tough enough to throw down with Atlas, the muscled biker still nursed sore knuckles and the remnants of a shiner, not to mention his back ached like a muthafuck,but as Atlas still liked to recount: “You should have seen the other guys.” The bike was a sweet ride, it looked like he stole it from a Motocross Champion rather than some inbred Texan cowpoke.
The bugs of night buzzed lazy around the lights under the gas pumps. It was mid-Summer and they were out like a small army. The tall massive Viking stood next to his new bike and pulled off his helmet, watching trucks lumber past on Texas highway 287 between Amarillo and Dallas.
Sporting a blond buzz cut hair style, his steel blue eyes focused in a menacingly serious glare taking in all of his surroundings, the right eye marred only slightly by the remnants of what had few days before been serious swelling. The face was strikingly handsome in a raw, virile testosterone-infused way-nothing pretty about Atlas. The fabric of his t-shirt and sleek black leather pants strained beneath the bulging muscles of his massive frame. He stopped here to refuel and take some more pain killers, hoping the pain in his back and legs would simmer down. His fight with the yokels had been glorious, but it had taken its toll. As soon the pain killers kicked in, he would scour this dreary landscape for some prospects of some do-able Texas pussy. There were two things that Atlas valued above all else, and that was fighting and fucking.
He watched another car pull in. It bumped over the short causeway built over the wide and deep drainage ditch, the engine chugging its way up the incline to the pumps. There comes a moment when you look at another dude’s car and you think: Oh my FUCKING gawd, something horrible happened to this guy! I mean he must have had the worst divorce in the world and was ordered by a judge to cut his dick off and drive the piece of shit he saw rolling into the gas station. The car, if it can be called that, chugged and sputtered to an eventual stop.
A tall, muscular black man and some bleach-blond ample breasted bimbo in a Denny’s uniform, climbed out of a faded and rusting red Volkswagen Rabbit. As pussy went, she was more than satisfactory. He would just have to get rid of the black dude, and he suspected looking at the crap car that screamed LOSER, that this garbage disposal would not take long at all.
The back seats were torn out so the front seat can go back far enough to let this huge man drive it. He could see that this car was customized to make the seats go back far enough to allow this huge man to drive it, making the whole driving experience actually deliberate. Like someone meant to. On purpose.
Atlas stood next to his bike holding a gas nozzle ready to fill his bike, not understanding why any man would drive a piece of shit like that on purpose. He felt the urge to beat the crap out of this dude just for driving that travesty of a car, laying claim to the blonde was just icing on the cake.
The blonde noticed Atlas, and he decided to flex his muscles to demonstrate his masculine superiority to the loser she was currently with. Atlas stood 6’5 and was close to 304 pounds. His 20” veiny biceps could not be contained in his tight t-shirt and he had had to cut off the sleeves. His 34” quads bulged against a pair of custom leather pants that fit him like a second skin, his already formidable manhood was enhanced by a codpiece, removable for special occasions. He could see the eyes of the blonde bulge with lustful appreciation for his massive physique.
Atlas put the nozzle into his bike suggestively, waggling his tongue at the bimbo and watching her smile and blush, He started filling the tank and chuckled looking away from the twenty-something waitress.
The black dude may be some loser, but he didn’t slack at the gym and packed some muscle as well. Atlas decided he must be some sort of football jock. The black Hercules wore tight stretchy sweat pants, showing off his huge legs. He wore a shirt with the black lettered name TYRONE on it. That was the only way folks were going to remember that punk’s name! The shirt hung from his thick pecs over his chiseled waist like a curtain. While not quite as large as Atlas, he was clearly more impressive in size than either of the two yokels he had bested last week.., Atlas chuckled again as he mused about the fight.
“Wuss so funny, boy?” Tyrone snarled at the biker, the chip on his shoulder figuratively bolder size.
Atlas froze a moment hearing “boy” slung in his direction. He kept working on his bike and the refill. In a low voice, Atlas spoke “I was sure you’d put the name on your chest reversed so you could read it better.” He chuckled again. “nice… car.” He added with a greasy grin of unrestrained mockery.
Tyrone eager to get to sporting with the waitress Charlene, decided he’d better ignore this side of beef cracker, while he did enjoy putting full-of-themselves shits like this in his place, he was horny as hell and didn’t want to waste time on this asshole. He reached for the squeegee in the bucket between the pumps. Bug parts and gore floated in the water. He shook the excess water from the squeegee spraying water up the leg of Atlas and turned shortly to go clean his windshield.
“HEY! Monkey boy!” Atlas shouted. “Watch the pants! They are worth more than your piece of shit car!”
Tyrone looked over his shoulder at his car. "Don't listen to him, Baby." and then directed at Atlas: "NOBODY disses Baby! She my Bae!"
Atlas sniggered: "I think you should drive Baby around the corner and hide her from view!"
Tyrone sneered: "Ain't Nobody finna put Baby in the corner!" then to his Bae: Dat crackah should know bettah than to dis a man's wheels! "
Erik snorted: "You're right she belongs in a junk yard in a crusher."
Tyrone stood quiet. His arms hung at his sides and he took a deep breath. He turned, not saying a word and slung the squeegee like a tomahawk at Atlas’s head, only to have it batted away by a hard hand and quick reflexes.
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| He stalked up to the big biker ready for mayhem |
He stalked up to the big biker ready for mayhem. The two met chest to chest, stopped noses inches from each other. Neither man blinked.
The pump on Atlas’s bike went ka-CHUNK as it finished filling his tank. Silence descended on the gas station.
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| "This is going to get good...wish I had grabbed some popcorn!" |
Small pinging noises rang out like random little bells as bigger bugs madly circling the lights overhead collided into the lights over and over... “I’m waitin'.” Tyrone said.
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| "I'm waitin',"Tyrone said... |
Atlas arched an eyebrow, “For…?”
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| "For?..." |
“Da apology for shading mah ride.” He said.
Atlas snickered. “After you lick my pants clean, bitch.”
“Da FUCK that’s happenin', you froot body ass meathead crackah….!” Tyrone erupted.
Atlas suddenly turned and dropped low launching a spin kick to Tyrone’s knee dropping the big black man on his face, with Atlas quickly standing. His knee landed on the back of Tyrone’s neck driving his face into the pavement hard!
Tyrone quickly rose and grabbed Atlas’s foot as he did dumping him on his back. Screaming in frustration and fury, he mounted the huge muscle biker and started pounding him with a flurry of lightning fast high powered fists! Trying the stop the rain of punches was like trying to stop an avalanche of bricks.
Atlas managed to block some of the hits, but couldn’t stop them all. His back raged in pain from the previous abuse he received in the pit fight the night previous and the hugely muscled Tyrone pressed down on top of him, compressing his ribs and back until fireworks of pain exploded in his brain!
Three huge punches rocked the Biker stud! Tyrone then tore at the jacket he wore, pulling up from his back and yanking it over his face, a punk way of blinding an opponent. With Atlas temporarily hooded by his coat, Tyrone rose off the big man and dropped his knee into his prone opponent's guts hard as a piledriver!
Meanwhile Charlene had become bored and had gone over to the quickie mart where she discovered Dwayne, a clerk out on a break, watching the fight, who immediately captured her interest. ♥♥♥
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| Dwayne was the Employee of the Month as well as the local heartthrob |
Atlas let out a muffled groan of pure pain! "AUUUUUHGHHHG!" With his back in spasms of pain as well as his stomach lurching, Atlas tried shoving his ebony assailant off his stomach. His huge arms flexed as he fought to get Tyrone off his abs.
The 290 pound muscleman jumped up and drove another hard two foot double stomp into his muscled plated waist! Atlas was still unable to see any strike coming, it landed hard.
Working hard to counter Tyrone’s advantage, he quickly planted his legs, scooped under Tyrone’s left leg and humped his hips up hard, lifting and throwing the big black man overhead, planting his face hard on the oily pavement.
Atlas was quickly on his feet facing the rising black man. The leather jacket was nearly over his head, he shucked it off with his shirt revealing a massive pec shelf of powerful muscled arms, his chest heaving from the exertion from the fight. The bruises from last week’s fight were green and blue, all over his pecs and arms.
Atlas got popped in the jaw with a hard jab from Tyrone. As his head rocked back he dropped his jacket on the ground. Beyond fury at the stupid white people he was forced to meet in Texas, Ty grabbed Atlas by the head pulling down and DROVE a knee up into his face!
The sound of his big muscled body hitting pavement echoed through the car port. Atlas rolled holding his face. Tyrone leaped into the air driving both heels into the muscleman’s guts and with all of his weight! "AWUGHHH!" Atlas groaned out slapping on the calves of the big man pining him to the ground. Using Atlas’s guts as a springboard, Tyrone jumped off the big man. Atlas rolled left and right holding his guts. The big biker was getting his ass kicked, something he was not used to.
Trying to get up on all fours, Atlas left himself wide open and Tyrone was in no mood for mercy. He kicked Atlas in the ribs like it was a field goal with an audible smack! He flipped the big man over to his back with the force of that kick!
“AUGHHhhhhhhh!” Atlas cried out from the pain, holding his abused core rolling on his back. Tyrone pressed his advantage and pulled the big man up nearly standing, then unleashed the power he used to ruin many an over-sized "pekawood".
His arms slapped hard around the waist of Atlas. He bent forward SQUEEZING his battered waist in his bearhug.
“UGHHHHHH!!!!” Atlas howled as his ribs compressed painfully and his air was driven from his lungs and his back wracked in pain! The huge thick arms of the massive angry black man crushed deep dents into the sides of the biker. His head rocked back bearing a mask of pain.
His huge arm flexed to slam a punch into Tyrone’s face and slowed into slo-mo and then to a stop as Tyrone’s lips sucked onto Atlas’s neck, landing a devastatingly succulent kiss, that threw Erik into a state of confusion. Tyrone had played this trick on other "pasties" knowing that many of the melanin-deprived harbored a deep-seated craving for dark meat beneath their racist fury. It seemed to be scoring against Atlas as well, the kisses acting like a lust-seeking arrow targeting the erotic weakness of the larger blond.
Tyrone's lips thick and sensual pressed against the skin warming with the fever of lust overtaking the viking warrior. His tongue licked the big man’s neck and he nibbled with his dazzling white teeth,chewing slowly as he forcibly humped his hips into the crotch of Atlas.
Moaning in pain, and also in pleasure. “You muscled black fucker…” he whispered as Tyrone continued his body-wrecking squeeze, cutting off the air to his thought.
“UGHHhhhh!...!!!” Atlas groaned in pain, pushing on Tyrone’s face to get him off his neck, trying to break the erotic spell of manlust that he was weaving over the blond giant. Atlas's cock kept growing harder, eyes wide open, head back, gasping for air because of the crush and lust combination.
The bearhug was a favorite tool of Atlas. But long had he secretly wondered what it might be like if a man could maybe challenge him in that very embrace. It was as if Tyrone knew this perhaps through some Creole hoodoo given the lad's accent, or was it luck? As if to add an exclamation point to Atlas's thoughts, Tyrone compressed his ribs further until he was reeling in pain, astonishment and awe. His cock was now leaking in his custom leathers. His shoulders bent back as Tyrone leaned forward, legs collapsing under the combined drain on his power. Atlas in disbelief realized that he was losing, that this black behemoth had him on the verge of defeat.
Tyrone suddenly squeezed Atlas hard lifting his body up, his feet off the pavement, rocking the big man’s chest into his face, and Tyrone sucked on Atlas’s neck again. The big biker shuddered in lust as his cock throbbed, trapped between them in his codpiece. "It's almost over..." both men thought as one. Tyrone was about to do it, he had broken the mighty Atlas, who was about to submit and beg for mercy.
Tyrone felt the big biker dick throbbing between them and chuckled, “Man, you one horny caucasoid. Imma fuck yo' ass right here at da pumps tonight …” he drawled in his Louisiana twang.
Atlas’s eyes snapped open. The whole spell of erotic distraction crumbled. Atlas didn't get fucked, he did the fucking. His arms flew wide and SLAMMED down across Tyrone’s ears setting off a bomb of pain in his ebony head. Atlas felt his feet hit the pavement… not waiting another second his knee lifted into Tyrone’s swaying nutsack. "AWOUGHHHHH!!!!" Tyrone groaned in primal pain as he releasing his victim.
Atlas was furious. He was going to strip and humiliate this fucker. He pulled Tyrone’s baggy shirt up over his back and blinded him by pulling it over his head. DRILLING Tyrone in the face with a knee, he dumped the huge black man onto his back, his arms tangled over his head and face blinded by his shirt. The Viking was in REAVER REVENGE REGIMEN!
Atlas gripped Tyrone’s sweat pants now and pulled them off his thick legs to his ankles revealing a huge piece of man meat. “Holy monkeyballs!” Atlas let out seeing that huge cock on Tyrone. His own cock was semi hard from the humming lust he was infected with in Ty’s bearhug. Seems Tyrone felt the same.
Tyrone thrashed scrambling blind and now mostly naked. He tore the shirt off his head and threw it on the ground beyond the pumps. He hit the trash bucket between the pumps. Because the wind in these parts of Texas was significant, the lid was chained to the trash barrel.
Tyrone stood and tore the chain from the barrel and held the lid like a 3’ shield. He didn’t care about this piece of shit lid, he wanted the chain.
Atlas rushed at him and Tyrone threw the lid at him hard! Ducking to avoid the lid Atlas tackled Tyrone. Tyrone was distracted by his efforts to pull up his now stretched out sweat pants from around his ankles, giving the blond giant his advantage. Atlas and Tyrone grappled on the ground on the far side of the pumps, on the other side of the motor bike. The bike sat there with its gas hose still in the tank. Atlas and Tyrone grappled hard hand to hand, fighting to get possession of the chain. Tyrone tore the chain from Atlas’s grasp as the huge 34” quads of Atlas snaked around Tyrone’s waist. Clamping in a side scissors Atlas unleashed a burst of crushing pressure squeezing Tyrone’s guts in a body wrecking body-scissors!
He squeeeeezed Tyrone’s waist so hard Ty could feel bruising muscle tears ripping into his waist. The thick muscle cased in smooth black leather flexing that thick protective armor tight! The huge legs of Atlas were so strong his opponents called this hold the DEATH-SQUEEZE. The crushing hold robbed Tyrone of any air and his body shuddered under the strain of being crushed so completely. His hands shook and the chain fell from his grasp, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to endure the pain.
"OOUHHHHGHHHHH!!!” he groaned out in pain from the horrible abuse he was taking. Atlas grabbed the chain and looped it around Tyrone’s thick neck choking him.
Tyrone laced his fingers under the chain at the last moment before it snapped tight, fighting for air.
Tyrone having lost loose sweat pants in the struggle, was once again completely naked in Atlas’s tight embrace. Atlas wore his leather pants and boots, enjoying the superior position. “I am going to fuck you now, then as you are bleeding out your ass, I am going to get on my bike, and head the fuck out of here.” Atlas assured the suffering black man. He squeezed a burst tighter and Tyrone’s waist nearly disappeared under the crushing pressure.
"UGGGGGfffffff!!!!!" Tyrone gasped in agony, “MY RIBS!...UGHHHFFFFF!!!!”
Gasping in a deep agonizing pain Tyrone tried to speak and could only whisper, ”Get…yo' hanz off my…clothes…you cray ass muthafuckah...UGHHH!” Atlas squeezed him harder and choked his thick neck with the chain, Tyrone’s head rocked back unable to speak again. Atlas, grinning into Tyrone’s face, humping himself into Tyrone’s side. He was looking at Tyrone’s muscled up body squirming in pain under the pythonic squeeze locked around him as his huge iron-flexed legs tightened their hold. Tyrone was now completely at the mercy of Atlas, and both of their cocks were getting harder, although for very different reasons.
“ Ain't no fuckin… way!” hissed Tyrone. “Imma… ghost… yo'…ass!!!”
Atlas threw the gasping and badly weakened Tyrone over the garbage container between the pumps, with a sneer and one mighty shove of his powerful hips, Atlas had his way with Tyrone – Atlas plunged forward, his thick 8" penetrating deep with one mighty thrust! ARGH! Tyrone screamed! NOO! ARGH! His entire body gyrated and bucked, desperate to relieve the torturous pain that was tearing him in two! Atlas drove his huge cock balls deep in Tyrone’s ass, fucking him hard. Tyrone let out a howl as Atlas plowed him deep.
The custom codpiece of his leathers were wide open revealing his huge beer can thick cock that was mercilessly ramming it in the amazing curves ass cheeks of Tyrone, claiming the prize of his young black ass. Tyrone gasped in agony, his ribs crushed hard and bruised, the chain still wrapped around his neck, gagging and swearing every time he sucked a thin desperate breath. “FUKkk …YOU…. Imbred…Poof Azz… bitch nigha…UGRRRkkkK!” His every breath pain, and his ass invaded by Atlas's huge cock.
Atlas hammered Tyrone holding onto that chain, slamming hard and rocking his head back in a look of pure bliss. "FUCK YEAHHHHH … ya’re mine, now … my bitch … and I’m gonna handle ya like a bitch from now on."
Atlas grunted as he plowed away. "ooh, that’s so good, ain’t it, boy", "tell me how much you love it", "how’s it feel to have a man in you, bitch", "you finally got what you always wanted" Atlas continued to grunt as he dominated Tyrone, the Texan hooting and hollering like a cowboy at a rodeo riding and breaking a strong animal. Tyrone was his bull, he lasted a lot longer than 8 seconds and unlike a bull, Tyrone could think.
“GIT… OFF…. ME you piss haired CAVE MONKEY…!” Tyrone gasped, his mind reeling from his conquest at the powerful hands and cock of Atlas. Although the truth be known, there was a part of Tyrone who oddly wanted it to continue.
Tyrone grabbed the gas hose next to him and pulled. It popped out of the tank of Atlas’s motorbike and dragged on the ground. In one fluid motion he swung it in a circle HARD. It came around and SLAMMED Atlas in the head! "UGHHHH!" The Viking was seeing stars.
Atlas stumbled back from the surprise hit. His cock popped out of Tyrone. The chain fell off Tyrone’s neck and he gasped for air, gagging hard! Atlas was so close to breeding the black musclehead. He pulled on the hose, ripping it out of Tyrone’s hands. He grabbed at the nozzle and curled it around his black adversary so as choke him with the hose.
“AUUUGHHHHH what the FUCK!” Tyrone gasped as he realized the dire situation he was in.
“Monkey boy, save yourself further futile pain and take my cock...” Atlas whispered as he forced Tyrone on to his knees.
“Shut yo' BITCH ASS MOUF you fag-ass boody-raping roidfairy…” he snapped back in pure Louisiana bile.
Atlas tightened the noose, "Lynching or raping, you chose your fate, Blackie."
“Ride a dick, birdshit…” was Tyrone's reply.
Meanwhile Dwayne's boss had called the cops, and Dwayne having wrapped up his shift, got into Baby with Charlene at the wheel, and the two drove off as the sheriff's squad car pulled into the station, Dwayne waving to the deputy who happened to be his older brother Doug, (small towns... am I right?) Meanwhile the two oblivious behemoths battled on.
Deputy Doug, jacked as he was, was only 5'9" as he approached the pair of muscle giants, with Atlas strangling Tyrone. He pulled out his Taser and ordered Atlas to drop the hose, step away from him (Tyrone) and get on the ground. Erik dropped the hose, and backed off, turning to the Hollywood handsome Deputy Doug, he tried to explain.
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| Tyrone was astonished that for once it was the WHITE GUY that got tasered. |
As Atlas quivered on the ground in epileptic like spasms, Tyrone still on his knees decided that charm rather than his usual smart-ass style was called for if he didn't want to end up like the blond Viking. He flashed a toothy smile that could have been on a toothpaste commercial, and thanked the Deputy for the rescue. Fixing the Deputy with bedroom eyes, he explained that he and his friend were roughhousing when things got out of hand.
"You are clearly an alpha male, Deputy, you know what is like when we get our muscles flexing and our testosterone flowing during a scuffle." He let his own muscles flex and bulge to add to his emphasis, he also seemingly unconsciously began to pull up his pants from around his ankles, drawing the deputy's undivided attention to the outline of his heroically large and swollen cock before it was sheathed back in his sweats. Given that the Black Adonis' cock was twice the size of Doug's, the deputies attention was fixated on the prize. Deputy Doug was now, Tyrone noticed, at full salute as his tight blue polyblends so clearly indicated.
At that point, Deputy Doug was putty in his hands, Tyrone first complimented the Deputy on his physique and did the brah discussion of lifting, being sure to show off his more impressive physique to the deputy. Despite Dougie sporting (and nervously fingering) a wedding ring, he could tell the Deputy was salivating over him and not thinking of his 'Peggy-Sue' back home. Still Doug was keeping up the macho cop facade, with his chest puffed out despite his obvious lust for Tyrone, so Tyrone chatted in bromantic flirtation, carefully pulling back the years of conditioning like an onion. He talked the deputy out of making the arrest of Atlas, chatted seductively, and let his hot sexy breath fall on the Deputy's ear and neck in seeming "conspiratorial" close conversation, but in essence really engaging in total seduction. He let the Deputy feel the bulging peak of his biceps, and finally whispered to Doug. "If you want to kiss it, go ahead brah, I won't tell..." and Doug mesmerized by the rising and falling peaks, found himself unconsciously planting his lips on the hard muscle.
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| The rising and falling peak was mesmerizing |
Tyrone took his finger and lifted the chin of the Deputy in order to plant a firm kiss square on the lips of the Deputy, as Atlas recovering from the taser, looked on in awe. The kiss went on so long, that both Tyrone and Doug were gasping for air at the conclusion, but Doug was intoxicated and cowed, the facade shattered, by the time the deputy finally left, Tyrone had collected the deputy's phone number instead of a ticket.
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| ...the smitten deputy turned to gaze adoringly at Tyrone... |
As the lawman stumbled love-drunk back to the police cruiser, the smitten deputy turned, one last time, to gaze adoringly at Tyrone, giving the ebony Adonis the 'call me' sign with his fingers bridging his ear and mouth, while waving farewell with the other hand. He then reluctantly entered the cruiser. As the besotted deputy drove off in a lovesick haze,Tyrone turned to Atlas:
"Typical crackah" Tyrone chuckled, "So predictable", So now what. man?"
“So why caint I drive?” Tyrone said a few minutes later as they sped down the highway on Atlas's bike looking for "Baby".
“Because it's my bike,” he said.
“That is total bullshit!” Tyrone said still angry. “You fucked me in the ass, damn near got me arrested and now I got to sit in the bitch seat. Because it's yo' bike?”
Atlas drove onto the shoulder and brought the bike to a stop.
“LISTEN. You lost a 100 dollar piece of shit car and some truly horrible clothes. I lost a Five hundred dollar leather jacket and got Tasered and you want me to let you drive? My bike, my rules, and if you don't like it, you can get off here in the middle of nowhere!"
Tyrone planted a hard kiss with his sensual fleshy lips on Atlas's open objecting mouth, stifling his arguments with his tongue. He caught Atlas off guard, the blond at first tried to push away, but Tyrone held him fast, and the blond viking's resistance soon gave way to enthusiasm. After a few minutes of locked lips and groping hands, Atlas came over to Tyrone's way of thinking.
"Typical Pekawood" Tyrone thought, "So predictable", as he took off down the road with Atlas in the bitch seat.
When they got to the motel, Atlas was still dewey-eyed over Tyrone, and after they got a room, they made out some more which allowed Tyrone to convinced Atlas to pay for the room and takeout dinner to boot. Later he was showering, and the haze from his brain was washed away as the bathroom fogged up.
"Mutherfuckah, that bastard PLAYED me. This shall not stand!" grunted Erik.
Erik exited the bathroom garbed solely in a towel.
Tyrone, naked as his birthday, muscles rippling strutted up to Erik.
"Leave me any hot water, my biker bitch?" he said with a broad grin.
Erik sucker punched Tyrone with a sledgehammer fist that had Tyron stunned and wobbling like a weeble...and yeah he didn't fall down. With the fury of a viking berserker, Erik opened up such a can of whoop-ass on Tyrone, that the black muscleman never had a chance to recover from the first blow.
"Timber!" Sending the hapless black muscleman falling backwards like a domino.
He then dragged Tyrone into the shower and turned on the water.
"Hot enough for you asshole?" he snorted with a chuckle to the groggy heap of groggy muscle on the tiles. He then proceeded to collect his reward, denied to him by the intervention of Deputy Dufus back at the gas station. He raped Tyrone's ass victoriously with his 9" fuckpole in what Tyrone would later describe as: 'Long-dick style'
"Who's the bitch, NOW, DUMB ASS!" Atlas asked the groaning Tyrone.
"I am, Sir" whimpered Tyrone.
"And who's the Alpha dawg!"--Atlas gloated.
"Y..y..you are, Ssssir." came the choked & stuttering reply
"Damn Skippy!" returned Atlas
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| "Damn Skippy!" |
"I have to take a piss, open up your big mouth urinal-boy!"--Atlas mocked, but the beaten black musclestud dutifully complied, and Erik let loose a golden stream at Tyrone's face.
"Looks like I got some splash on you, time for rinsey-rinsey before I ass-rape you some more. " He chuckled turning on the shower again. " You got a fine set of melons on you, boy! I had plenty of black bitches back when I was in prison, Ty, but none had as sweet an ass as the your inviting bubble-butt!"
The black muscleman thus rendered utterly docile, the fucking turned from violence into gentler and more affectionate love making, Erik remained the top, fucking the now enthusiastically co-operative Tyrone all around the motel room, finally ending up on the bed.
After an exhaustive night, Atlas lay snoring, and Tyrone was looking up at the ceiling in an ecstatic haze. This was was the first time in his life that Ty had been topped so thoroughly--not even his humiliation by Mule had been so degrading and yet so delightful. ...and while he hated himself for thinking it...it HAD actually been... GREAT.
The next morning, Atlas was awakened at eleven a.m. by the front desk calling, asking if he was planning to check out. The call had wakened Atlas from a wild dream where he and Tyrone were biking the highways together in wild abandon, with Tyrone ALWAYS in the bitch seat. He mused again about the frolics of the previous night, and he had to confess, it had been the best sex of his life, Atlas made a mental note to fuck more black men. He turned toward Tyrone to take care of his morning wood, but instead of the whimpering, love-sick puppy ready to suckle his cock that he expected to find, he found an empty spot on the bed.
Atlas checked outside and found that Tyrone and his bike were gone. Parked instead in the parking lot of the cheap motel was "Baby" with the pink slip title under the windshield.
"Mutherfuckah, that bastard PLAYED me. This shall not stand!" NO FUCKING WAY I'm going to be seen driving that POS" snarled the blond muscle giant.
"How did Tyrone track down Baby so fast to pull this switcheroo?" --thought Atlas. Then the obvious answer came to him...
"Deputy Dufus" So the next step was to track down that faggot policeman and extract the information. Atlas smiled at the thought...he liked dicking over cops, and in this case it would be literal.
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| "Deputy Dufus won't know what hit him..." |
"Deputy Dufus won't know what hit him when I beat and then seduce his faggot ass. He is going to forget all about that bastard Tyrone when I get through with him! That will teach the l'il Texas piggie for daring to thwart Atlas" --thought Atlas. "This is going to be so much fun. Dufus is going to put an APB on your ass,Tyrone, after I make him into my bitch!"
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| Atlas flexed his big muscles... |
Atlas flexed his big bulging muscles, grabbed his gear from the room, and turned in his key at the front desk. He then strolled over to the highway to hitch a ride. A car came by within five minutes and he stuck out his thumb his shirtless muscular torso rippling and gleaming in the sun, his sinewy sequoia legs also displayed to good effect in his gym shorts, that also barely contained his muscular glutes. The Infiniti convertible swerved off into the shoulder nearly hitting the guard rail.
A bodacious blond bimbo was driving, and her eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets as he strutted up to the car.
"Today is looking up!" thought Atlas as he flexed and flashed a winning smile at the Infiniti Sloot, while she became instantly moist.
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If you are new to blog and unfamiliar with Tyrone, check out: Mule and Tyrone, Tyrone Visits Johnson City, Tyrone's Fantasy, The Strength Contest Part One, Part Two and Part Three, Cock Contest Part One and Part Two, Tyrone's Rap Adventure, Anger Management, Musings from the Hood and Recent Adventures of Tyrone.
im on team tyrone from now on. He and i would get along kool
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DeleteMan, this is the battle I've been awaiting! two 6'5" aroused juggernauts going at it. Hopefully these two catch up soon. I can't wait to see this settled!
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