His business meeting back in town having finished, the Husband had taken the time to visit a side chick for some quick “cardio” and then stopped for a massage at the fully equipped spa and workout facility in the main lodge of the Greenbriar luxury resort. He used the gym to pump up, then shaved down and oiled up, then donned a pair of red posing trunks, as a special treat for his muscle loving wife. His wife, Kate, was supposed to be waiting for him to share a room service dinner at one of the posh bungalows on the grounds that he had rented for their stay. Had he looked at his Rolex watch, he would have noticed he was two hours late…and this hadn’t been the first time. Since It was a short walk down a now deserted path to the chalet, the Husband did not bother to re-dress. He just wore one of the resort's Spa robes over his briefs. His Wife Kate liked her men MUSCLED and the Husband was massive! He was as big and as muscled as the Mule and his bulging muscles poked out of the terry cloth. The dude sported a pair of Versace Aviators, and Mule's rule of thumb: Wearing sunglasses indoors was a sign of either a problem with some sort of intoxicants, and/or a case of full-blown douchery.
This was his and Kate's wedding anniversary. Kate had been an ex-Playboy Bunny when she caught the eye of the NFL player who at that point was at the twilight of his 10 year NFL career. It had been a great career for him, although he was known as a "dirty" player he had been a hard nose player, admired by the fans for his hard hits and toughness. A career of many penalties for roughness on the field, a couple of suspensions for performance enhancement drugs, and a few fights off the field in his wilder days. Long retired from football, he had invested well and was now a successful businessman. Gym addicted, a nutritional fanatic, and a devotee of testosterone replacement therapy, he still had the size of a pro football linebacker, but was shredded to the max. As to Kate, while still a very attractive woman, the years and her fondness for the Cheesecake Factory had taken a toll. She may have lost her glow, but despite all his affairs and side women, the Husband still loved his wife.
With a movie star handsome square jawed face, muscle and sinew better than most top tier bodybuilders, the guy looked like every woman’s dream…that is until they got the “three minute man” in the sack. While the Husband loved pussy, and a variety of it, the only fidelity he expected in life was that of his aging trophy wife.
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| Bulging muscles poked out of the terry cloth |
When he arrived at the Chalet the startled husband looked around and saw the special anniversary meal devoured with plates laid out for two, and clothes scattered about the floor in a trail to the door leading to the private hot tub and sauna. The trail of clothing included the jeans and boots of a big man. The Husband put his ear to the locked Sauna door, and heard a sound he hadn't heard in a while, the moans of his wife having an orgasm.
In a rage, he smashed through the thick wood door to the sauna and hot tub like it was paper! Though his Herculean physique was awesome, he was approaching 50 years old, and therefore particularly touchy about his younger wife being boned by handsome young musclemen half his age…if the very fact of being cuckolded wasn’t bad enough.
He snarled seeing the Mule's towel-covered head buried between his obviously freshly fucked Wife's thighs as she sat on the edge of the hot tub. Huge muscles that twisted like giant snakes covered the Mule's back stretching even down to the dimpled melon-shaped muscle butt. The Mule looked up casually to see the big hulking man fuming a scarlet red, and frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog.
"Hey Fucker, you gonna DIE! Get THE FUCK off my Wife!" he hollered.
The Mule turned around and glowered coldly at the older bodybuilder. The Husband saw the boner throbbing between the brawny thighs of the Mule, the mushroom head still glistening with cum. The Husband's own huge cock rose to the challenge in full warrior mode, tenting the white terrycloth.
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| The big hulking man was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog |
"Dude, why don't you get your Eucalyptus cough drop smelling ass OUT of here, CLEARLY this woman prefers her lovers to SMELL LIKE A REAL MAN, not some perfumed aging DANDY.”--the Mule said in a drawling voice.
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| the furious Husband pulled off his Spa robe, stripping down to his red briefs, ready to fight |
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| "WHOA...." thought the Mule. The older man's jaw-dropping muscle-packed shaved down and oiled up physique was more than a match for the Mule's own monumental Herculean frame. |
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| "get your sorry ass out of the hot tub and take your beating...." |
“Why didn’t you think about our anniversary when you were off with Sheila…. Or was it Darlene? ....Or Brenda? ....Or Constance? ...You forgot your special “bimbo” phone today, and I found it.” interjected the Wife.
“Don’t sass me bitch, a Man can do certain things that just aren’t permitted a woman?”--Hubbie responded.
“Like premature ejaculation?” offered the Mule, as he slowly pulled his massive body out the tub wrapping a flimsy towel around his waist as he stood between the Husband and his wife.
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| The Mule stood between the Husband and his Wife |
“You TOLD HIM? HIM? That was like one time. Just fuck you," the Husband shouted enraged, "She is my wife and if you don't get out, your going to leave this room headed for the morgue or the hospital." With that, the furious Husband pulled off his Spa robe, stripping down to his red briefs, showing off his body and ready to fight.
"WHOA...." thought the Mule, "this dude is fawking HUGE and swole like a muthafukka!!!". Before him stood 250 pounds of very angry gnarly rock hard mature muscle. The older man's jaw-dropping muscle-packed shaved down and oiled up physique was more than a match for the Mule's own monumental Herculean frame. Mule was admiring.
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| "WHOA...." thought the Mule, "this dude is fawking HUGE !!!" |
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| Before Mule stood 250 pounds of very angry gnarly rock hard mature muscle |
But instead of compliments, the Mule chose to mock his vain opponent's revealing (and alluring) red bikini briefs: "You run out of real underwear and had to wear a pair of your wife's panties? Or do you wear selections from Victoria's Secret on a regular basis?"
The self-assured Husband retorted:"Your ass is grass, pretty boy, and I'm
the lawnmower, Come at me, punk-ass, and I'll lay you out like a
Sunday picnic, motherfucker."
"I have the testosterone levels of an 18 year old male, and that's doctor certified... Answer me this, have you ever picked up your teeth off the ground with broken fingers?"--the confident Husband snapped back.
Mule let out a braying guffaw: “I train tap out; and beat the shit out of flaccid cucks like you all fucking day! Unlike you I’ve been in cage fights, street fights, cage fights in the street, and a street fight in a cage! I've been in 100's of fights. How do you REALLY think this is gonna work out for you?”
"I'll accept that challenge, I will need a broom and a dust pan to clean up what is left of you when I am finished stomping your ass. Take a swing brah, Right here brah!" * points to his strong, square jaw* "Think you are tough, because you had slap fights with some faggots at your RAINBOW GYM? Or was it all on your XBOX? Try your overrated skills on a REAL MAN! Let's go!" He said adopting a wrestler's crouch. The Husband was justifiably confident in his fighting skills, which were far more extensive than the Mule knew, and he always won his fights.
Mule sneered: "What makes you the BROthority, brah? You might have been an all-star once, but the years have dulled your edge; forget the GLORY DAYS, you are now a sad old man! You so scared cue ball, your hair has already fled in terror. I bet you look like a roll-on deodorant when you put a sweater on! I'll fuck you up pops, don't step!"
With a cocky grin the Husband flexed his fingers slowly and dramatically into fists, first the right, then the left as he said: "My right hand is deadly...and my left, well frankly even I AM AFRAID OF IT. I'll put you in a wheel chair, mate!"
"and I will put you in the morgue, geezer! Not that it will take much, you look half-way there already, what are you pushing 60?"
"I am 48 and in my prime, I will kick your ass and stomp your face in, and maybe I will buy you lunch afterward," He said fearlessly and with a leering grin.
"Wait 'til I roundhouse that stupid grin off your face, old-timer!"
Mule and the Husband continued to argue and trash talk, and like two opposing football players in a heated exchange on the field they ended up nose to nose and grill to grill, yelling and splitting in each others face. Pecs to pecs, their nipples embedded in each other's flesh, their hot breaths and virile testosterone-infused bodily musks wafted into on another's nostrils both stimulating their aggressive drives, but also arousing an unmistakable sensually erotic pleasure-- the drives of combat and lust as interlocked as their two pectoral shelves. As they hollered at each other, their bouncing pecs chafed against one another as their lungs filled and expelled air in a rush of expletives. In one of his famous Tourettes like rages, Mule failed to notice the Husband's left hand reaching for the Mule's big low hanging balls, as Mule's waist towel-- barely hanging on at this point-- finally fell to the floor when the Husband wrists slid by it.
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| Confrontation |
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| I will kick your ass and stomp your face in... |
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| I will roundhouse that stupid grin off your face, old-timer... |
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| powerful fingers wrapped around his nuts with a vise-like grip like they were steel worry balls. |
Mule began to writhe and fight but the Husband had him by the balls and when you got a dude by the balls he ain't shit. The Mule jerked back and forth but The Husband just squeezed harder. Mule's egg-sized testicles felt ready to pop from the powerful fingers wrapped around his nuts with a vise-like grip like they were steel worry balls. The Husband clamped his big fingers and moved the balls around as he squeezed and squeezed with a pulverizing crush. Mule's stiff rod began to lose its erection as the blood was cut off. It turned a dark purple color and became semi-limp. The Mule was in agony from the grinding, crushing grip. The Husband squinted his eyes and bent his knees as his hand compacted the semen-filled gonads. The Husband began to pull the groaning Mule around the room, like a dog on a leash.
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| The Husband had the Mule by the balls |
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| The Mule was in agony from the grinding, crushing grip |
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| The Husband squinted his eyes and bent his knees as his hand compacted the semen-filled gonads |
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| when you got a dude by the balls he ain't shit |
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| pulling the Mule around by his dick like a dog on a leash |
It turned out the Husband had a plan, as he dragged the pain weakened Mule by his dick and balls over the the hot tub, suddenly forcing the head of the disoriented Mule under the water. At least the Husband finally released the Mule's balls, although now the Husband seemed intent on drowning the big Mule.
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| forcing the head of the disoriented Mule under the water |
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| the wife was trying to pull her big lug of a husband off of Mule |
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| but there was no way she was going to shift the quarter ton of muscle that was trying to fill the Mule's lungs with water…. |
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| The Husband seemed intent on drowning the big Mule |
As the Husband held the Mule's head under the water, the wife was busy trying to pull her big lug of a husband off of him, but there was no way her 110 pounds (*cough cough* at least according to her Facebook profile) was going to shift the quarter ton of muscle that was trying to fill the Mule's lungs with water….
The Husband pulled the choking, sputtering, half drowned Mule from the water, only to grab him in a bear hug. His muscular arms tightened against Mule's torso and Mule winced at the pain being inflicted. The older muscle stud was even stronger that his appearance indicated, and the tighter the bear hug was applied the more Mule knew he'd better find a way out and soon. For not only was the air being squeezed from his lungs, but his cock was beginning to release precum from the sexual excitement of their clinched position. As her Husband squeezed a pain filled groan out of the muscled Mule, the wife fingered her clit.
Mule slammed both his upper arms against the older muscle-stud's ears. And repeated the blow. And again to no apparent effect. He then locked his fingers and began to push hard against the middle-aged muscle-stud's chin, forcing his head back. And still the bear hug was constricting him ever tighter. Finally in a desperate move, he grasped his fingers around the husband's throat and began choking with all the strength his arms could muster. He could see the elder muscle-stud's face begin to flush and so he squeezed his choke with increased ferocity. It was the husband's turn to experience the pain Mule was capable of inflicting. And suddenly the bear hug was released, as the muscle-stud grasped for Mule's fingers to pull them off his throat. This left the Husband wide open to attack.
The Mule slugged the Husband in his abs. The punch bounced off the thick muscled bricks without effect. The muscled Husband seized the moment and returned the favor by pounding the Mule in the gut . The Mule doubled over with a loud grunt, holding his belly with both hands. The Husband didn't have time to gloat over his abs having proven stronger since the Mule quickly recovered and grabbed the Husband in a side headlock and pulled the other muscle stud to the floor in one continuous motion. The Husband now lay on his back, trapped in Mule's headlock. Mule lay flat on his stomach beside him, tightening their heads together more firmly. The muscled Husband reached the fingers of his right hand between their bodies to apply pressure to the Mule's windpipe. Deeper into the Mule's Adam's apple the muscle stud's fingers went. Willing himself not to pass out, the Mule pounded his fist into the muscle-stud. The older muscle-stud countered by pounding his fists into Mule's exposed kidney. The Mule let out a yelp of pain. The Husband followed with repeated blows to Mule's kidney that forced a scream of pain as each blow thudded in. The wife orgasmed to the sound of the brutal blows. She continued to flick her she-boner as she watched the hot massive musclemen fight. This was turning out to be her best anniversary EVER!
The pain caused Mule to release his hold and roll quickly to his right. The Husband caught his breath and made a lunge for Mule's prone body. He landed on top of him and quickly ‘grapevined’ his legs around the Mule's. The Husband had a top mount on the Mule. The front of both men's bodies now met in forced proximity. Chest to chest, nipple to nipple, hard cock to hard cock! This brutal bout was exciting both men in equal proportion, but there'd be time enough later for the victor to enjoy the spoils of war.
"My wife will watch me beat you to a pulp and then watch while you suck my cock...." the Husband hissed through clinched teeth to the Mule. He had topped the Mule and was using his dominate position to make the Mule feel submissive. The husband's pecs engulfed the Mule's. It was a chest to chest showdown, big pecs going against big pecs in an impressive pec battle. The husband was rubbing and smacking his pecs into the Mule's as he flexed his muscle into the Mule's. Both men had nips as hard and as big as bullets. The husband put his spiking nips into the Mule's, using his steel hard nipples to invert the other man's back into his chest. The Mule groaned at the submissive feeling he got from this new experience. The Mule was on the bottom and being topped by a very strong man. The Wife was finger fucking herself into orgasm after orgasm watching her hot muscle-stud Husband mounting and wailing on another hot stud.
"If this punk liked choking so much", thought the Husband, "let's see how he'll like this." He leaned up just enough to drive his left elbow into Mule's throat and at the same time belted Mule's exposed left side. His iron fist crashed into this spot, and then again and again. And again. And again. The imprint of his knuckles seemed tattooed into the younger man's flesh. Mule was near to passing out from the combination of the muscle-stud's elbow cutting off his air and the pain of the relentless body blows to his kidney. The Mule was getting his ass handed to him by the older more experienced muscleman who had targeted a part of his body - his kidney - with the least muscle protection for a sustained attack. The Mule had vastly underestimated the middle aged steroid monster's strength, fighting experience and skills. They were clearly equal to Mule's own. With just enough distance separating their bodies, the Mule thrust his left hand down and grabbed the Husband's balls and gave a mighty squeeze as though he was trying to crack the jumbo-sized eggs. The pain was so great and unexpected that the Husband released the muscled Mule. Although now free, the Mule was winded and in pain.
"Fuck, this old muscleman is one tough, strong motherfucker," thought the Mule. The Husband on the other hand was thinking that this was the most fun he had had in years...he felt invigorated. The Husband had been as big and as strong as the Mule was now 20 years ago, and he had only missed a handful of days working out since then, which his incredible body bore witness to. Twenty additional years of lifting that perhaps had made him even stronger than the Mule. The Husband had forgotten how much he enjoyed fighting and dominating another muscleman with his strength. And his muscle-loving wife had forgotten how hot it was to watch her man fight and out power an opponent.
The Husband to Mule's relief and surprise did not immediately follow up on his advantage. Having now felt out his opponent, the Husband now felt he was stronger than the younger muscleman and was confident that he had both the power and the toughness to best the Mule. The Husband was proving to be the dominant male and his huge ego was telling him he could kick the Mule's ass anytime he wanted. But the Husband first wanted the Mule to see the superior muscle that was going to defeat him. He would "go bodies" with the younger male. The vain Husband was going to show up the Mule by showing off his superior body before he used it to demolish the Mule.
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| The Husband wanted the Mule to see the muscle that was going to defeat him |
The Husband slowly flexed his tanned, bare torso as his muscle show began. He crunched his abs and then flexed his thick pecs. The Husband watched Mule’s eyes as Mule’s gaze followed his stunning display. The Husband flexed a most muscular pose, his pecs, traps and delts hardening into slabs of angular rock. After holding the flex a few seconds, The Husband lifted his arms in a classic double bicep pose, displaying his softball-sized biceps. “Are you really sure you can handle this,” The Husband asked, turning his own gaze onto his fantastic arms, relaxing and flexing them over and over, making his massive muscles bounce and crunch.
Mule was caught up in the moment for several long seconds, silently drinking in the god-like torso of a muscleman almost twice his age. The older powerhouse was built like a brick shit house. It was like being in the presence of Zeus, king of the gods. Finally, Mule swallowed loudly, then replied, “Sure, dick face. I’m positive I can handle what you’ve got.” Mule felt a rush of adrenaline in response to his own bravado. Despite The Husband’s incredible physique, Mule was quite confident in the superiority of his own strength and skill. This might not be the cakewalk he had expected, but he nevertheless he was certain that he could prevail in a fight.
Over the next few minutes, the older more experienced muscleman expertly took Mule through a boner- inducing muscle posing routine that had Mule admiring hard. The Husband had sensual moves and poses that Mule had never thought of. And every one of them was designed to bring Mule further and further down the road toward full sexual stimulation.
"Don’t you want to touch my muscles? Come on....feel 'em...No Homo...” the brawny Husband asked with a smile. Mule couldn’t tell if that was an order or a request. He hesitated, watching the strapping Husband continue his flexing. Indeed, the spectacle of the powerful Husband’s arms, under any other circumstance would immediately require a feel by Mule. He was filled with an almost uncontrollable urge to put his hands on them. That urge translated into a bulging and thickening of Mule’s cock. His desire to feel the Husband’s hunky pumped up body was getting to him.
How could someone have arms stronger, more muscular, ripped and cut than Mule’s? This new experience was really getting to the big guy. He slowly lifted his hands and felt the muscles. Sweet baby jesus, the older muscle man was cut like diamonds. His superbly conditioned physique was on point. He felt hard enough to step on stage. Fuck-- it was a lot more sensual than Mule had expected. The powerful Husband’s massive muscles bulged and bunched under his hands. He moved his hand all over the biceps feeling the Husband up!-- his mouth opened, and he had to consciously tell himself to shut it.
With a smile, the Husband took the Mule's forearm and placed it so that the Mule's palm rested on the Husband's deeply ridged iron-hard abs. With his other hand the Husband tucked the front of his red posers under his ample balls, letting his giant snake emerge from its den.
The Husband's muscle seemed to vibrate with vitality. The Mule's hand was just frozen there. The Husband looked devastatingly handsome and sexy in this triumphal moment, with an aura about him that was totally dominant. His natural confidence was overwhelming. Power and dominance is a powerful aphrodisiac and the Mule found that he was feeling an irresistible attraction to the handsome older muscleman. The Mule almost drooled as he admired the Husband's incredible muscled physique. His cock swelled in confirming appreciation of the older man whose own now liberated cock swelled as well.
The wife almost swooned at the display of muscle her husband was putting on. He was actually styling on the Mule, showing up the Mule's muscle packed physique with his even more impressive and ripped physique. As a connoisseur of muscle, it was clear to her that her husband's contest ready physique would easily beat the Mule's on stage in a muscle pose down.
"This is what you were admiring, boy?" the older man asked, a wry smile on his face. The Husband tightened up and flexed his steel plate abs, a reminder that they had proven stronger than the Mule's early in the fight. Even his muscles had muscles. The muscle display was like a punch in the gut. The Mule's piss slit dripped precum, while the aroma of the wife's pussy wafted into the nostrils of both combatants further engorging their already swollen cocks. The wife's pussy had leaked 'till pussy juice was flowing like Niagara Falls, down her legs and to the floor. The Husband smiled in satisfaction at the effect his magnificently muscled body had on both the Mule and his wayward wife. The Mule was definitely dazed and dazzled, his pupils were clearly dilated as he surveyed the veiny contours of every bulge and crevice of the phenomenal muscle display.
The Mule didn't say anything he just looked at the Husband's body: his chiseled pecs and rock-hard shoulders. The older man had spectacular quads and calves, and the swollen third leg no longer contained by his skimpy red posers was mammoth. The engorged member hanging out from the posers hung majestically between two swole tree-trunks. It even exceeded Mules own impressive proportions.
Plus the older man seemed to glow preternaturally with an aura of confidence, power and dominance, although this could just be the light reflecting off his battle sweat. All this Mule noticed, and his cock continued to grow harder, but didn't say anything to the cocky older muscleman, as the younger stud's throat tightened with an admiring gulp. The Mule extended his other hand and felt the Husband's shoulder and the power there. The younger man ran his hands over the Husband's chest several times, before moving on to explore the magnificent ridges of his abs, then onto his shoulders and finally he felt the older man's grapefruit sized biceps. He groaned as his hands moved up onto the Husband's incomparable shoulders, then down over the mountainous landscape of his back. The Husband smiled wryly and smirked. He curled his right bicep.
The Mule was in a total trance. Nothing existed for him outside his overwhelming lust for this conquering muscle. The Mule's face was close to his powerful bicep now and he felt the heat coming from it.
"Kiss it..." the Husband's deep voice ordered... "you know you want to...." Mule lusted-- lusted for those muscles, for that overwhelming power, that sensuality, that confidence and raw manliness. He was totally unable to fight temptation.
Tentatively he reached out with his tongue and licked it. The Mule's dick got even harder. The Mule licked and then French kissed the Husband's bicep. The Mule was too far gone to think about what he was doing!
"You like that?" the Husband asked his awe-struck Wife as she watched the Mule lasciviously muscle worship her husband.
"Yeah..." she answered breathlessly. Her pupils dilated with desire.
"Good," he said. The Husband seemed to dominate and penetrate the Mule with a powerful stare. With his other arm the Husband led the Mule's hand to his cock. The Wife gasped. Her Alpha Husband was stripping the younger stud, who had fucked her just an hour before, of his heterosexuality. The Mule was amazed by how thick the cock of his opponent was. The older muscle stud's larger, heavier endowment seemed more virile and masculine than that of the younger muscle stud, and made the Mule burn with penis envy. It was more than a match for the Mule's own massive fuck pole. The Husband smiled as he watched the Mule lust.
“Looks like you liked the show.” the Husband said to me, who was hopelessly lost in envy and lust and now fully hard and erect. He clearly was saying it for the benefit of his wife even if it was directed to me.
"Full-out homo time, just watch me and your boy-toy, babe!" the Husband announced.
Both of us grabbed for each other, rubbing our heaving chests together and mashing our erect nipples against each other. Grunting in animal lust our faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as two crazed bodybuilders ground their spewing jackhammers together. The wife was getting a full gay sex show featuring her young lover and her husband, and loving it!
Two meaty rumps flexed with each powerful thrust of our pelvises. We were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight. The older muscle-stud started to lap at my jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on my thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh. Suddenly I found myself the older jock's prey, having to fight off his amorous attack. The former all-american released my neck with a loud plop and then attacked my left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender nub.
With my head thrown back, a growling and snarling future hall of fame muscle stud attacked my huge chest. He assaulted this musclebound stallions nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing our crotches together. A low moan escaped from my parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure I was feeling as the older muscle jock worked me over my over developed male chesticles like a he would a set of triple D cheerleader tits. The Funk'n stud was getting to me. He had my body turned on and my motor running. Next followed a torrid make-out session which finally ended with both Herculean hunks standing there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. I was aching with desire while my head was spinning from the MVP's hot as fuck top tier make-out skills. The super-stud was determined to turn his wife's boyfriend queer, and I was barely holding on to my manhood by a slender thread. It was taking all my rapidly diminishing will power not to drop to my knees and take the hot muscle-stud's long fat cock in my mouth. We locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, squeezing our bodies with tremendous strength. Our muscled torsos were pressed together with our huge shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of rippling abs. I began to rub my hands up the Husband's wide and thickly muscled back and then down again until I reached the jutting mounds of his meaty football player ass, assessing it's brawny magnificence. I tried unsuccessfully to not think about how fucking hot the football jock's fantastically athletic body was but my cock was so hard for this magnificent specimen of manhood that it practically hurt. I began squeezing the jock stud rock hard butt cheeks and causing Jayson's hips to rotate to match mine. I could feel the dark force of homo man-love flowing through me. I was catching gay feelings for the football idol.
I had to fight back, reach deep, and gathered all my remaining manhood. The man was an athlete, whose bulging athletic muscles and winning champ confidence added to his overwhelming allure.
I winced as the Husband unexpectedly applied his upper body strength and bent my hands back. The powerful jock laughed at his younger opponent "I've gotcha," he said arrogantly.
Without warning, the Husband clinched the Mule and using boxing skills began to rabbit punch the Mule in the kidney. The Husband had practiced this finishing clinch for months with his white collar MMA boxing coach, but this was his first chance to use it outside training. The clinch was his secret weapon, his go-to move, and one that Mule had no answer to. The Mule grunted in agony as the older muscleman pounded the younger muscleman's already injured kidney into mush. He slumped in his attacker's arms. When the clinch was released the wrecked Mule, unable to stand, slid down the muscled front of the older muscle stud,chin bouncing off each ridge of the rocky cobbled abs, the battered Mule finally ending on his knees in front of the powerful older man. The speed and intensity of the attack had been overwhelming and it had been over in a flash. Mule's head was spinning and his bruised and busted kidney was shooting incapacitating pain throughout his body. The short one-sided beating by the older and stronger muscleman had been brutal, vicious, and effective.
“Looks like you liked the show.” the Husband said to the Mule, who was hopelessly lost in envy and lust and now fully hard and erect. Having turned the younger stud queer, the Husband was now ready to finish the fight and then take the Mule's man card
while his wife watched.
The Husband had beaten the Mule to his knees and into submission with his clinch while his Wife had watched filled with a renewed passion for her husband. The clinch--the intense flurry of trauma inducing devastating body punches-- had finished the Mule in under two minutes. The clinch had been a totally dominating performance. The defeated Mule remained on his knees, groaning and racked in pain from his acute internal renal injury, his head bowed, embarrassed and demoralized at the ease and speed of his decisive loss to the stronger man.
Now the Husband holds up the head of the battered Mule and demands he submit and surrender.
"Okay, faggot, let's hear it...I've beaten you!!! Submit NOW!!! And loud enough for my woman to hear it..." the Husband demanded...
"FUCKKK OK OK … I GIVE .. I GIVE!!".. you win...you beat me...I submit! I submit to you!!..." the kneeling Mule groaned his surrender as his body continued to be racked with pain from his throbbing kidney. The Husband had done it! The Husband had won! The Mule had submitted! The older muscleman gloated as the Mule begged him for mercy, submitting like all the many other muscleman that he had fought over the years. "Yeah, I still got it..." thought the still never defeated fighter. The Husband had broken the arrogant Mule.
"So you not even going to try to fight anymore? You want to suck my cock that bad? I knew it." the victorious Husband said, acknowledging the Mule's surrender. "Say the rest, boy..." the conquering muscleman demanded. "Okay, okay I'll suck you off..." the broken Mule said in a subdued tone.
With a huge victorious smile, the Husband flexed his rock hard abs and danced his thick pecs in triumph for his wife's benefit. "Who owns your pussy now, bitch?".... the Husband demanded of his wife... "you do...", she moaned in response.
"I told you I would kick his ass...." the grinning older muscleman boasted to his wife. "...look at him now, on his knees and defeated...I broke your boy-toy stud....you heard him give and beg for my cock...who is the manliest now?" There was no doubt now about who the better man was. The older muscleman and the younger muscleman had gone mano a mano in hand-to-hand combat, and the Mule had lost. He hadn't just beat him, the Old Muscle Bull had totally demolished the Young Muscle Bull.
The wife loved macho musclemen, and the two biggest musclemen she had ever fucked had just fought, and her husband had been the victor. Her husband had outmuscled, outwrestled and totally demolished the shocked young muscle stud in a terrific beatbown!
Flush with victory and having easily beaten the Mule, the Husband was now going to humiliate and punish him for having fucked his Wife.
The Husband was going to emasculate the younger stud. The older muscle stud would take the younger stud's manhood and turn him into a faggot while his woman watched....
"YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG MOTHERFUCKER TODAY, BOY!"
The Husband glances up at his wife and moves his right hand down to his eight-pac abs and clamps his left fist around his cock. The wife is stunned into silence and frozen in place. The Husband steps forward. He pushed his long fat tool down, aligning his cockhead with Mule's mouth.
The Husband's huge cock snapped upwards and hit the still kneeling Mule on the face and then rested on his forehead. The Mule was left breathless at the sight before him. The husband's cock was 10 inches and thick as a coke bottle, guarded on either side by huge full balls like ceremonial lions. His crotch smell was intoxicating sending a flood of arousal endorphins into Mule's already horned up brain. The older man's hips and thighs were muscular and defined, he had a defined V running around his lower abdomen...it was a picture of virility and power. The Husband grabbed the base of his own gargantuan cock. He knocked it a couple of times on the Mule's forehead and then rubbed it on his face and lips. He started knocking his cock back and forth like some priapic pendulum across the Mule's cheeks slapping them pretty hard: ...whack...whack..whackkkk... while he looked into his Wife's eyes. The Mule knew what was coming. He knew the price an Alpha Male paid when he lost to a superior Alpha Male. Yet his anticipation was a strange admixture of dread and desire. The Mule had become sexually submissive, giving in to the power of the older, dominant stud.
"Keep watching, your going to enjoy this...we are going to go full homo...yeah, you heard me right, I said "we"!" the Husband said to his shock and awe struck wife. "Open up, faggot..." he said. The groggy Mule did. The Husband bent over. It looked as though the Husband going to kiss the Mule but he stopped a few inches above and spat several times into the Mule's mouth! He then raised up over the Mule again and the wife watched her Husband's amazing abs extend and his massive pecs bulge. The rhythmic pattern of his pectoral motions hypnotized Mule like a snake-charmer's swaying flute mesmerized a cobra, and clearly Mule's thick snake was being charmed,
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| The rhythmic pattern of his pectoral motions hypnotized Mule like a snake-charmer's swaying flute |
The Wife held their breath as she saw the hot young muscle-jock now knelt in submission to her Husband, the victor's legs splayed in a wide stance, feet on the floor, his cock ready and waiting.
The Husband grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at the Mule's lips. " Now, suck it, SUCK my dick, faggot!" the Husband commanded.
The Husband grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at the Mule's lips. " Now, suck it, SUCK my dick, faggot!" the Husband commanded.
Was the Mule going to do it? the wife thought. When the Mule hesitated, the Husband free hand clenched into a fist. Still feeling his aching kidneys, the threat was enough.
The Mule swallowed the big cockhead and voluminous shaft immediately. The Wife watched wide-eyed as the Mule sucked her husband's cock. There was no longer any doubt who the true Alpha male was.
"Good, good, faggot...suck my big cock...," he said, approvingly, and his hand unclenched, "I told you that you would suck my cock while my bitch watched..." The Husband looked into his wife's eyes. This domination of the Mule made her even more in awe of her Husband, and hotter. Her secret fantasy of watching two musclemen having homosexual sex was being fulfilled. Her powerful husband had turned her macho lover into a cocksucking faggot. Not only had he turned Mule queer, but made him into his cock sucking bottom bitch. As much as she had hated him, she felt proud of his prowess and a love for him she had not felt in a long time. He had won her back. The Mule who had so impressed and infatuated her at the resort's cantina bar now was utterly diminished in her eyes.
With a grunt and thrust of his muscled ass, the Husband’s fat cockhead pops into Mule’s mouth. The muscled Husband smirks and then thrusts his cock deeper before nearly pulling out, his cockhead remaining in the humiliated Mule’s mouth. The kneeling Mule was in a daze as the head of the Husband's thick cock slid steadily past the once-proud youth's lips and into his rapidly expanding mouth. The Husband was rewarded with a moan of appreciation from his Wife. He took his magnificent cock back out of the Mule's mouth and whacked his cheeks around with it some more. The Husband had a look of calm determination and lust. Looking straight into his wife's eyes he stuck his huge cock back into the Mule's mouth, again and again. The Wife watches her husband's ample ass muscles flex with each penetration. He had beaten his Wife's young lover and forced him to become his cocksucker, taking the Mule's Hetero man card in the process. Mule, the bull of an alpha male that had mounted and mated with his wife. was now licking the Husband's enormous nut sack. The Husband basked in the glow of his Wife's worshipful glaze as he sexually dominated another muscleman.
The Husband linked his hands casually behind his head and pulled his head forward so he could watch Mule on his knees servicing his cock. The Wife watched in stunned silence as for the first time she watched two musclemen engaged in gay sex. And one of the musclemen was her own Husband! She found the sight of her masculine Husband receiving gay sex from the conquered Mule to be as hot as fuck....her husband truly was the ultimate male!
Mule sucked in the long shaft, and breathed in through his nose as it buried itself in The Husband ’s tangle of sweat-soaked pubic hair. The fellatio had begun with reluctance but crescendoed into energetic enthusiasm, it was as if, with every drop of precum, cocksweat and smegma butter he swallowed, the Mule also swallowed more and more of his once prized manhood. The Husband smiled in satisfaction...it was clear this Mule was no longer interested in fucking his wife or any other pussy for that matter. The Husband had broken this younger stud Brokeback Style. He swelled with pride at having queered his now former rival in punishment for having fucked his property.
“Oh Yeah, you like that, dontcha, fuck boy? … yeah…suck my big cock, faggot...” The Husband moaned slowly, looking down at the handsome square-jawed face performing the ultimate ritual of surrender, sucking the victor’s cock deep in his throat. He was being sucked off by another man while his wife had a ring side seat. The husband took a perverse pleasure in engaging in gay sex in front of his wife.
Then he suddenly slowed down. Slowly he started withdrawing his fully engorged cock from the Mule's mouth. The Mule felt its thickness and heat as he drew back until finally he withdrew completely and the head was bobbing aggressively in front of his eyes.
He kept it there for a few seconds while flexing his abs and showing off his now fully erect cock. The Mule and the Wife groaned in unison. Both hungered for this one-eyed anaconda.
"Yeah, look at my cock, faggot...that's right...it's bigger than yours...my manhood is bigger than yours...it has stretched her sugar walls wider and been places yours won't ever reach....It's made her moan longer and scream louder than yours ever could...I bet you couldn't even hit the sides of her stretched out hole..." he gloated. Then he chuckled and plunged it back into the Mule's mouth, but slowly. He speared his throat in one thrust, then withdrew again completely from his mouth. Then back again. He kept this up at his leisure withdrawing his cock with pop then plunging back in again. His wife was mesmerized by this sight of his cock exiting the Mule's mouth and then going back in. Again and again and again.
Mule moans in lust and shame as the dominant male humiliates and takes him. The Husband pumps violently, his muscles tensing and flexing, sweat raining from his wet body and hair onto Mule's equally sweat-slick body.“UNH! That’s right – UNH! – fucker!” the Husband growls “UNH! Take it! UNH!... UNH!... UNH!....” The Husband’s hips keep up a steady, violent pace, his horse cock thrusting in and out of the beaten male's mouth. Smirking, the Husband grunts "Now – UNH! – she knows – UNH! – you ain't – UNH! – shit, big boy!” The Husband says. “All your– UNH! – cock and muscle – UNH! – but your phaggot ass – UNH! – loves sucking a cock – UNH! – doesn't it?! So – UNH! – who’s – UNH! – the man,now, cocksucker – UNH?"
With a last thrust though he plunged so deep into the compliantly receptive Mule's throat that he cut off all air from the cowed young muscleman!
The shock of strangulation was enough to stir the Mule from the haze of cock worshiping reverie and beta-fication, into a restoration of his Y-chromosome and alpha heritage. Mule finally regained his will and manhood; and began to resist again. He tried, energetically, but alas unsuccessfully to push his conqueror off, pressing against his stone-hard hips and abs. But the older man's dominance, power and determination was still just too much! The Husband had once again snatched away Mule's man card that he had held for a brief moment gingerly in his fingers. Mule was once again obliged into cocksucking duty, and his resistance now shattered, he became agreeably task oriented. The masculine, virile husband had queered and stolen his wife's young macho lover in front of her eyes.
“Yeah, suck that big dick, faggot. So fucking gorgeous, boy. Shit, it’s too good to waste. You’re doing it, aw yeah, suck my cock you fucking faggot … you’re making me cuuuumm!”
The Husband withdrew his huge cock from the Mule's mouth who parted with it reluctantly, strands of saliva clinging desperately like mooring lines to the departing shaft and head. The conqueror grabbed the back of Mule's head with his other hand, and shot several huge volleys... all over the Mule's face and chest... he was shooting a massive amount of cum to the delight of his intently watching Wife.
Finally she saw her Husband's bulging muscles and massive body relax slightly from the climax. The Mule was totally covered in his cum. The Mule saw the Husband's awesome, muscular body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat and glistening...and of course his massive cock still hovering dominantly over the Mule's face. He was completely lost in a haze of lust, awe and submission. "Open, faggot" he grunted, and the Mule obediently complied. He had the cowed Mule carefully clean his cock while he wiped off cum from the Mule's face with two fingers and feed it to him. After a short while he just pulled out. The Husband ripped off his red briefs and used them to wipe his cock clean, then pushed the soaking briefs into the Mule's face. The Mule fell backwards on his muscled ass. He chuckled: "Thanks for the blow job... faggot..."
The Wife watches her husband's mighty chest heave. She had watched the brutal violation of her muscle stud lover with a hit of a smile on her face. She shakes her head. “A cocksucker...” she murmurs. The winded Husband flexed his left arm, as he brought the other up and put his right hand on his hip. His dripping-wet pec muscles form a hard shelf, his rippled abs as hard as a brick wall, his biceps and leg muscles like cannon balls. The pose emphasized his intimidating physique “You see what you’re dealing with now, pussy?” he crowed.
This moment ranked up with the physical and psychosexual humiliations by Tyrone, the Trucker and Dan for the position of the nadir of his masculinity. It was as if he had every drop of hetero testosterone squeezed out of him like a mop put through the wringer. The Husband's utter homosexualization of his Wife's young stud boy-toy lover, albeit hopefully temporary, was 100% absolute.
As the now fully naked Husband turned to face his Wife still sitting by the hot tub, the now-queered Mule watched with wistful longing the Husband's withdrawing glistening, muscled back as he moved toward his wife. The smell and taste of the victor permeated Mule's brain, as his face and chest were still caked with his conqueror's cum, and his mouth still filled with its salty, wheaty, whipped egg-white like flavor. It was not unpleasant, no doubt the result of a healthy diet regimen.
The Husband was putting on a triumphant, victory flexing show for his muscle loving wife, striking pose after pose. She was very softly moaning and the Mule could hear the smacking of her lips as she admired her husband's magnificent naked body. In the dim light of the sauna he looked incredible. Every muscle was on display, and the Mule could hear her swoon and moan in anticipation. He had just proven to his Wife that he was still the ultimate Alpha male. He had made this pretender suck his cock...and LIKE IT.
He just stood there naked, hands on hips, legs spread wide.... but his virile display had the intended effect. The Wife had fallen back in love with her Husband. Without a comment, his Wife leaned forward and knelt in front of him. It was like she was paying respects to a pagan fertility god.
Expectantly looking up at him, she placed her hands on his abs, admiring his power and running her pretty fingers down to his well-toned thighs. He let out a slight moan as she engulfed his beautiful, thick cock in her mouth. the beaten Mule watched from behind as her head now bobbed up and down and she rested her hands on his tight abs.
"That's it bitch...I broke your boy-toy and now you get to suck a real man's cock...let's see if you can give me a better blowjob than your faggot boyfriend did...suck my big cock, bitch..." as the Husband's attention turned to his wife sucking his cock. "Don't worry, bitch! I am still 100% man. My cock still gets hard for pussy. That's more than your young muscle stud phaggot can say!" She was lost in her own world. At times keeping her eyes closed, at other times opening her eyes and looking worshipfully up at her stud. Her beautiful pink lips were obscenely stretched around his huge, powerful dick. The Mule realized he was jealous of the Wife.
He began to pose for his wife. The Husband blew up his wide back, flaring his lats. He put his big hands behind his thick neck. He tightened his abs into a wall of muscle brick. He jutted out his thick pecs. His wife whimpered like a puppy as she stared up at his body. He was close to MULE's size and musculature, but more ripped and cut, his chest was ripped like grated concrete with veins crossing up to shoulders. He had extra thick cuts in his abs and obliques that swooped down to to his groin area and that said "follow me!" As he continued to flex and pump up it becomes clear that in his Wife's eyes, her Husband has an even better body than the Mule. The Husband soaked in his wife's adulation.
The Husband's muscular ass flexed over and over as he thrust his horse cock into his wife's mouth forcing her to moan and choke. He skull fucked her in punishment for her infidelity. Mule groaned. The Husband's ass-- muscular beyond belief-- tightened and flexed, rippling with waves of muscle. The sight of the hot ass drove the Mule over the edge, as the Mule grabbed his own engorged dick and began to stroke. He realized he was being reverse-cuckolded by the Husband.
"That's right, faggot, enjoy the irony, I am the STUD-BULL cucking you now!"-- the Husband taunted as though he had read the Mule's mind. "...check out my muscled back and hot muscular ass with envy and desire like the faggot you are...how does it feel knowing you will never have that ass...yeah it's me your lusting for now, faggot....while you pathetically jerk your hot load in your hand while I fuck this hot two-timing bitch's mouth...."
The Mule shook his head to clear it. He struggled to regain his heterosexuality and masculinity. His body and his ego had taken a brutal work over. He had taken a drubbing from the Husband but as far as the Mule was concerned it wasn't over yet. He wasn't going to be reverse-cucked....
continued in Part II: For the Gipper.
insanely hot!!! thanks!
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