― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
STORY AND EDITS BY MULE AND STEFAN, ORIGINAL ART BY STEVE
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Sophomore year at Duke I was dating this bodacious chick in the History Department, and by dating, I of course mean fucking, and by chick in the History Department, I mean a teaching assistant. So the long and the short of it is, the reason I wound up in the unlikely gateway seminar entitled: Cultural Exchange in Continental Asia (History 153S) had less to do with any particular interest in Asian History, and more to do, like so many of the shitstorms I get myself into, with where I stick my donger.
So here I was in the back of the classroom, the only one there with bulging muscles, looking like a fish out of water. I soon learned that this class was good for naps and counted on my banging the T.A. as my way of maintaining a 'Mule A' in the class.
So on a typical day of class, early in the semester, I was being assaulted by shit about the 12th century and 'Ching chong' names like Yinchuan, Xi Xia, Jin Dynasty, Zhongdu, Khamag Confederation and Temujin, so you can imagine my eyes were becoming oriental slits.
It wasn't long before all I was hearing was the wah wah wah Teacher noise (out of the Peanuts Movies) from the front of the class.
1182 A.D. Mongolian steppes
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| Muleghis (Avarga Tom Tömör Daichin) |
Muleghis opened his eyes to inspect the mongol warrior before him. His name was Sukhbataar, Hero of the Axe.
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| Sukhbataar |
Another Mongol warrior, Jamukha, urged haste. Jamukha and Muleghis were the mightiest of the tribe's warriors. Jamukha, a barrel-chested giant of a Mongol, stood 8 hand spans (mukhar tuu) tall. The young Muleghis, at 9 hand spans, stood even taller than the seasoned warrior Jamukha. Both were preposterously tall for Mongols, and both towered over other members of the tribe. Muleghis was known among the Khamag Mongols as Avarga Tom Tömör Daichin (Giant Iron Warrior).
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| Jamukha |
"We must ride my friends, this dishonor to our friend Temujin must be avenged! We must slice the heads off those dastardly Taichi'uts!". Jamukha's frame was packed with gnarly mature muscle. He was a fierce and mighty warrior, considered by many to be the tribe's mightiest and strongest warrior, although this was strongly disputed by the younger Muleghis and Muleghis's many devoted fans among the younger members of the tribe. As to be expected of two such uber alpha males, Jamukha and Muleghis often butted heads, but always came together in their common goal, the defense of their people.
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| Jamukha was a mighty Mongol Warrior |
Muleghis rubbed his chin. "We are great warriors, but we are three, and the Taichi'ut encampment has many men; while usually I like direct melee, I must uncharacteristically urge caution in this case, stealth may effect the liberation of our friend, more effectively than a pell-mell attack."
Jamukha frowned: "I do not like skulking, but I will hear your plan of prudence and judge its wisdom."
Muleghis nodded: "As you know, I am intimately familiar with the Taichi'ut female named Oyunbileg. As the Tartars say, she is my bish. She will be key in providing intelligence on Temujin's location in the camp, we create a diversion, grab our friend, and slay any Taichi'ut who dares impede our escape."
Jamukha and Sukhbataar grunted approval of the plan, and all three shared from a goat-skin canteen, a drink of Airag, fermented mare's milk, to gain fortitude for the upcoming adventure.
That night, the trio struck. The plan was for Jamukha to use some Chinese firecrackers to stampede the horses of the Taichi'uts, and while the encampment was busy with the horses, the three of them would slip into the Yurt which Oiyunbileg had identified. The plan went off without the hitch, but slipping inside, the three came face to face with two large club wielding Mongol warriors who looked more like sumo wrestlers than horsemen. One would think they would have to ride oxen rather than the small fast horses of the steppes. One clubbed Temujin with a WHACK, knocking him unconscious, so they wouldn't have to worry about their prisoner while they dealt with the intruders.
That night, the trio struck. The plan was for Jamukha to use some Chinese firecrackers to stampede the horses of the Taichi'uts, and while the encampment was busy with the horses, the three of them would slip into the Yurt which Oiyunbileg had identified. The plan went off without the hitch, but slipping inside, the three came face to face with two large club wielding Mongol warriors who looked more like sumo wrestlers than horsemen. One would think they would have to ride oxen rather than the small fast horses of the steppes. One clubbed Temujin with a WHACK, knocking him unconscious, so they wouldn't have to worry about their prisoner while they dealt with the intruders.
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| KILL THE INTRUDERS! |
Muleghis growled: "I will take the öökh ögzög (Fat Ass) on the left, while you two engage the one on the right!"
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| PREPARE TO DIE KHAMAG DOG! The fat fuck snarled at Muleghis |
Muleghis had awarded the larger of the fat fucks to himself, and immediately began to regret the decision as 350 lbs of blubbery beef slammed into his torso. However despite his advantage in poundage, Muleghis had an advantage in height, strength and reach, and it also soon became clear that the Fat Fuck was limited by his knowledge of traditional Mongolian wrestling, Bökh, while Muleghis knew all manners of BJJ moves that had not even been INVENTED yet! Engaging his opponent in a clinch, slamming his head into the fat fuckers chest to avoid the blob's punches, Muleghis was not above a solid knee to the groin which had the Obese Mongol shrieking like a eunuch at the Jurchen Jin court in the city of Zhongdu! There was no time for niceties, for they had little time before the scattered Taichi'uts returned. As the Taichi'ut crouched down instinctively to protect his crouch, Muleghis circled and did a rear take down of his opponent, rolling on top of the porker in a mount, pounding him unconscious with a torrent of blows. Slitting the unconscious man's throat, he turned to see Sukhbataar on the ground, his blobber proving tougher than imagined. Jamukha however was up to the task of taking on the remaining guard, and Muleghis watched in amazement and admiration as the seasoned warrior came at the bloated mongol like a whirlwind, pummeling him mercilessly, and finally getting him in a rear choke hold and snapping the chubber's neck with a sickening crack.
Muleghis throws the still unconscious Temujin on the horse they brought for him, and securing their friend quickly, the three Mongol marauders rode off into the night with their prize.
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| Temujin |
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Muleghis takes Temujin aside one day. "I wan't to teach you some martial arts techniques, so that you are never captured again!" |
| Young Temujin, Khuvsgul Lake, Mongolia |
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| A ride along the lake, dreaming dreams of revenge & conquest! |
Temujin frowns: "I am already proficient in the bow, saber, lance and halberd, what else does a Mongol need to know?" Oddly Temujin sounded remarkably like John Wayne.
Muleghis grabs Temujin and slams him to the ground with a double leg take down. "One must master fighting, even without a weapon!"
"I have learned the Bökh wrestling of our people, from Jamukha, our people's best wrestler and fighter, but nothing like this, what is this style of combat called?" -- marveled Temujin.
"It is called Jiu-Jitsu", noted Muleghis, "it comes from the isles of Yapon."
"I have never heard of this fighting style! I must learn it!" exclaimed an ecstatic Temujin.
Muleghis grinned. "I will teach it to you!" It is if course no surprise it was unknown to Temujin, for it would not be invented for another few centuries, but Muleghis had always been precocious, and knowledge of these unarmed combat innovations would give both Muleghis and Temujin a tremendous advantage!
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| I have never heard of this fighting style! I must learn it! |
Muleghis showed Temujin move after move, and this went quickly as Temujin was a quick study, and within the course of only a few weeks proved to be such a prodigy that he nearly matched Muleghis, who had spent years training in these anachronistic arts.
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| Temujin was a quick study |
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| Jamukha, took a bit longer...but soon was up to speed |
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"Now that you are learning how to fight like me, next I will teach you how to FUCK like Muleghis!"
"I have been married since I was 16 summers, and have children! What could YOU, who are STILL not married, teach me."
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| What could YOU, who are STILL not married, teach me |
"You know khüükhdiig, I am not talking about breeding children, I am talking FUCKING. It is a form of unarmed combat, rivaling jiu-jitsu!" --Muleghis responded.
"...the key to FUCKING is energy and enthusiasm, stamina and athleticism, these can trump technique in my opinion. Mongol women crave a WARRIOR in the furs...one must be a stallion, you must conquer not cuddle!" --Muleghis expounded.
First things first...we must select some nubile young mares for the fuck-off:
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| Pickings were slim in our encampment, but these sloots are comely enough.... |
"Have you ever had sex on horseback?" asked Muleghis
"Duh! I AM Mongolian!" snorted Temujin
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| Oh Temujin, that was the best horseback fucking I have ever had...can I become one of your Tier 1 concubines? |
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| No sloot, you've been with too many other warriors, you are what is known as CASUAL concubine material! Good for a roll or two in the saddle! |
"Good Point!"
"Have you ever tried the sexual position called the Wheelbarrow?" --inquired Muleghis
"Wheelbarrow? What the fuck is a wheelbarrow?" -- Temujin wondered aloud.
"It is something invented in China like 1000 years ago, but that is not important right now, let me tell you about the sexual position by the same name!"
"I have to admit, I am intrigued..."--Temujin remarked.
"Let me demonstrate...."
*signals one of the sloots to approach*
"Be sure to lay down furs and cushions, otherwise you may cause the sloot brain damage. The man penetrates his partner from behind, the partner wraps her legs around his waist, and then the man holds onto his partner's legs for dear life as she does a push-up."
Muleghis fucks the designated sloot using this technique, and then Temujin gives it a go.
"Now how about the Chinese scissors?" that is always fun.
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| Muleghis demonstrates the Chinese scissors |
Finally Muleghis shows Temujin "...a little number I learned in India."
"India?"
"Enetkheg uls," explained Muleghis "I don't remember what the red-spotters called this particular number, but it requires great upper body strength!"
"Show me!" urged Temujin!
"Why don't we call it the Mongol Pony Ride!" suggested Temujin
After that they went all freestyle with the rest of the sloots. Later, Muleghis pulled out an illustrated copy of the Karma Sutra he had picked up in India, they didn't understand the squiggles, but the pictures were worth a 1000 words.
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| It's GOOD to be the Khan! |
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| It is a game called Bughazi! |
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| But I think it would be more Mongol, to have sport with the heads of our enemies rather than those of goats! |
"It is good Muleghis, you must teach our warriors this game!" said Temujin excitedly.
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| Damn that Muleghis and his penchant for all things foreign! Old Mongol ways are the best! |
The first Bughazi game in Mongolia was between the Jadaran Mongols of which Jamukha was in line to become chief, and the clan of which Muleghis, Temujin and Sukhbataar were members. Jamukha, the tribe's senior and most feared warrior, had grown increasingly jealous of relationship between the young upstart warrior Muleghis and Temujin, and plotted to single out Muleghis during the "game" and make him pay with pain.
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| I HATE that Muleghis! |
First thing they needed was a polo ball. A prisoner was dispatched, and his his severed head was thrown onto the grass. Next the Mongols used the flat sides of the heads of their lances as mallets, using the blade edge constituted a foul. Harming a horse was also a foul, although a fist, elbow or kick to an opponent was perfectly allowable, although using any sort of weapon against an opponent meant that the offending player's head would be substituted as the new ball.
Jamukha landed many a powerful blow against Muleghis, and the larger Mongol retaliated in kind, finally Jamukha attempted to dehorse Muleghis, who took Jamukha down to ground with them. While the game halted as the Mongols became enthralled by this unexpected spectacle, Muleghis and Jamukha battled in a no-holds barred STEPPE FIGHT.
"At last," thought the lucky spectators, "we will finally know which of these Mongol Muscle Gods was the strongest warrior of the tribe."
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| The Men make sure they have a good view of this Epic battle |
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| The outcome will decide once and for all who the mightiest warrior truly is |
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| Then prepare yourself for inevitable defeat Jamukha, because it is I, Muleghis who owns THAT title. |
"After I beat you, I am going to fuck you out here in the open where all can see, and then you will never be able to show your face in these parts AGAIN." snarled Jamukha.
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After I beat you, I am going to fuck you out here in the
open where all can see... |
"Bring it!" retorted Muleghis
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| Bring it! |
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| It is so BRUNG! |
"It is so BRUNG!" snorted Jamukha
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| I just want to make sure that the winner is the one that fucks the loser? Muleghis asked. |
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| Most certainly, so he and the audience know unquestionably who the winner is ...Jamukha answered |
“Great! All I need to do is defeat Jamukha by beating him down, and then fuck him into a humiliating submission. Jamukha’s ass is as good as mine! It’s in the bag,” thought the beefy Muleghis arrogantly. He flexed one arm, kissed the bicep. “Jamukha can’t beat my power.” --he said aloud.
The audience went wild with applause, cheers, hoots, howls and stomping of feet. Muleghis basked in their enthusiastic acclamation. Still a few dissenting voices could plainly be heard, especially coming from the older men. Boos, hisses, men pointing with their thumbs down, audibly yelling “You’re just fuck meat for Jamukha, big boy,” or “He’ll eat you alive.” Some snickered, “Jamukha won’t even work up a sweat,” while others derided in a growing chant, “You’re fucked! You’re fucked! You’re fucked!” Muleghis paid them no heed.
Jamukha slowly, methodically, and arrogantly sauntered to the center of a clearing that would now be used as a arena for this fight. Jamukha glowered at the beefy, equally arrogant Muleghis.
With his eyes menacingly fixed on Muleghis, he started posing his magnificent massive and mature musclebound physique. Even in his contempt for Jamukha, Muleghis realized that if he let himself, he could, without difficulty, be psyched out by that imposing virile body. That’s what Jamukha was trying to do ... deliberately intimidate him, dominate him, control him. Muleghis wasn’t going to stand idly by and be shown up like this. Muleghis stepped forward, and began posing along side Jamukha in a duel of young versus older muscle. The posing war was on as the two mammothly muscled behemoths battled it out for supremacy.
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| The two mammothly muscled behemoths battled it out for supremacy. |
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| Like two untamed bulls they circled one another... |
Like two untamed bulls they circled one another flexing every cautious step of the way.
Slowly they stalked each other, posing, flexing, driving themselves and the spectators into a wanton, wild, masculine, testosterone-fueled frenzy of primitive animalistic lust by this erotically stimulating posedown. Finally the two muscle giants stopped their incessant circling and stood facing one another, the clearly visible outlines of their bulging cockheads leaking thick pre cum that soaks through the leather of their jodhpurs. Simultaneously, slowly they closed in, until their massive fuckpoles, now poking out through their leather chaps touched head to head, and slit to slit.
The Jamukha scowled contemptuously “I am Jamukha!” he bellowed boastfully. “I am invincible! You have no hope of victory!”
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| I am Jamukha! I am invincible! You have no hope of victory! |
To emphasize his boast, he pressed his colossal rouge warrior helmet forward into the tremendous glans of his opponent. Muleghis‘s head jerked backward as he winced and groaned at the power of this strong trouser-snake. Muleghis fought back, by driving his equally huge manmeat back into the Jamukha’s cockhead. Jamukha growled. Both musclemen’s faces contorted as each tried to show his superior dominance and might.
Jamukha roared out as Muleghis quickly grabbed Jamukha by the hips, as his powerful thighs kept ramming his big hard manmeat unmercifully into the other strongman's horse sized baby-maker. Jamukha’s face grimaced. Muleghis turned his hold into a brutalizing bearhug, pinning Jamukha’s mighty arms against Jamukha’s sides, as he crushed his foe's massive body against his own, severely constricting his breathing.
Jamukha moaned out loudly, in sexual torment, as Muleghis kept up the pressure using his powerful cock, like a battering ram, smashing it into Jamukha's own immense wang.
In desperation, Jamukha head butted his beefy tormentor. The hold was broken as Muleghis staggered backwards. The spectators cheered for all they were worth. Gasping for breath, as he cupped his battered crotch, Jamukha snarled, “For that, I’m going to break you in half.” He called for a test of strength. Both warriors hooked up to see who was, in fact, the strongest. Every muscle in their bodies strained to the limit as they exerted all their might. Their massive chests collide together as both musclemen powered for dominance. They groaned under the strain. Their faces girdled in pain.
Muleghis felt his arms weakening under the constant onslaught of Jamukha’s power. His legs began to buckle. He went down on one knee, then the other, as his hands were forced backwards. He cried out. As he held his Muleghis down, Jamukha swung his hips back and forth, smacking Muleghis in the face with his crotch, humiliating his opponent before the watching crowd. Muleghis couldn’t escape the beating as the audience roared their wholehearted approval.
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| The Test of Strength ends with Muleghis on his knees |
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| Jamukha gloats... |
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| Jamukha has proven himself the stronger.... |
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| ... and has humiliated Mulegis in front of many witnesses |
As rage took hold of him, Muleghis felt a resurgence of strength coursing throughout his body. Steadily, inexorably, he began to power his way back up until he was standing toe to toe with Jamukha. All the spectators were in a state of shocked disbelief. Now the tables were turned, as Muleghis drove the mighty Jamukha to both his knees. In retribution for the Jamukha’s degrading beating of his Mongol rival by trouser-lance, Muleghis returned the favor by grinding his bulging crotch into Jamukha's own face. Jamukha growled in disgust as he tried to power out of the hold, but to no avail. He could not avoid the shameful humiliation being inflicted upon him. With no option left open to him, he broke off the test of strength, and rolled out of the way of Muleghis’s mighty dongzilla.
Jamukha jumped to his feet and stormed toward his musclebound opponent. As he did, Muleghis punched his chest hard sending Jamukha reeling backwards. Then he began to pelt Jamukha with a right cross to the chin, then a left and finally a mighty gut punch that lifted Jamukha off his feet. Doubled over in pain Jamukha dropped to one knee. Slowly he got to his feet only to be head butted in his solar plexus.
To retaliate Jamukha punched Muleghis in the face staggering him backwards. He caught Muleghis by his pecs and squeezed both of them with all his strength. To Muleghis, it felt as if his pectoral muscles were being barbarically ripped from his chest.
Muleghis tried to force Jamukha’s hands away, but his grip was too strong. The torment only ended when Jamukha caught his musclebound adversary in a crushing side headlock. To Muleghis it felt as if his head was being squashed to bits, as Jamukha dragged him around to the ecstatic cheers of the crowd. It took all his strength to power out. Jamukha, was dumbfounded by his strength. Instantly Muleghis flipped the astonished Jamukha up over his massive shoulders and began to spin him around, and around, and around. Then he inflicted mighty body slam that knocked the breath out of Jamukha.
Majestically standing over the prone Jamukha, Muleghis arrogantly posed: flexing and kissing one bicep at a time, then flexing both together; he next unfurled his wings in an impressive lat spread followed by a one arm flex (with the other hand cupped behind his head); which in turn was followed up by the still flexing left bicep curled in triumphant pose, with his free hand moving down to stroke his massive manmeat through his chaps.
Muleghis pulled the dazed Jamukha up by his hair. He gathered Jamukha up in another brutal, pulverizing bearhug, slamming his over sized one-eyed snake into that of his muscle bound opponent. Jamukha bellowed out in agony, his mighty arms flailing helplessly as his horse sized baby-maker was again being battered while the air was being systematically crushed out of his body. Jamukha’s face contorted in sexual torment as he felt himself about to unleash his load.
Desperately he twisted his body, squirming and struggling with all his might as Muleghis, grinning in his face, kept up the pounding pressure against his donger and the gut wrenching pressure of his bearhug. Only another timely head butt saved Jamukha from certain defeat. Both musclemen staggered backwards.
It was Jamukha who regained his senses first, He bellowed at his opponent: “Now I will break you in two and fuck your ass!” Before his words were completely spoken, he slugged Muleghis in the stomach, doubling him over, Then Jamukha grabbed him by the waist. He threw Muleghis up and over one of his massive shoulders in an excruciating backbreaker. Bouncing him up and down, he sauntered about to the cheers of the spectators, as Muleghis howled in pain, while his arms and legs dangled about helplessly.
“Now I’m going to break you in half, just as I promised” threatened Jamukha as he easily maneuvered the beefy Muleghis across both his mountainous shoulders in a torture rack. Pressing down on Muleghis’s upper body and legs Jamukha began bending his opponent in an agonizing horseshoe. Muleghis let out a sceam as it indeed felt as if he was being broken in half.
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| The old bull with a rear bear hug on the young bull.. |
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| The rear bearhug turns into a suplex.... |
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| Muleghis goes up... |
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| ...and over... |
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| ...and lands hard! |
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| And the crowd goes wild! exclaimed Jamukha in his moment of triumph |
Again Jamukha strolled around, showing off for the spectators, as he continued to press down on his prey. Next, Jamukha front power slammed his nearly unconscious opponent down to the ground on his back. Muleghis saw stars as, the wind was knocked out of him by the hard slam.
Again Jamukha picked him up and scoop power slammed him back down to the ground ... and again ... and again ... and again, each time leaving a new indented silhouette of Muleghis’s body, several inches deep in the dirt.
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| Muleghis saw stars, as the wind was knocked out of him by the hard slam |
Dazed, confused and racked with pain, Muleghis could only lay there as Jamukha placed his foot on his chest, and posed his musclebound body to a very appreciative audience. Glaring down on the vulnerable Muleghis, Jamukha boasted, “That is just a sample of what is to come. Get up .”
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| Jamukha boasted: That is just a sample of what is to come |
With Jamkha’s ominous threat ringing in his ears, Muleghis slowly regained his senses as he staggered to his feet; only to be caught by Jamukha’s right cross to his chin, a blow that jolted his head back and spun him around. Another mighty fist slugged the young Mongol so hard in his abs, that he started to wretch as he doubled over, falling to his knees. Jamukha wasted no time. He slammed his knee into Muleghis's face. Muleghis fell backwards landing on his back. Jamukha mounted Muleghis's chest and began peppering his face with one powerful blow after another.
But Jamukha’s brutality was just getting started. He stood up, dragging Muleghis with him. Muleghis staggered about on wobbly legs, collapsing against his mighty tormentor’s chest. Before Muleghis could make a move to extricate himself, he was grabbed up in the other strongman’s mighty bearhug. Now it was Muleghis's turn to be crushed. Muleghis cried out in excruciating pain as he felt his ribs being savagely brought to their breaking point and his cock being squashed by Jamukha’s. Muleghis's breathing was severely constricted as he gasped for breath. His chest heaved heavily in agony with what air he could take in. His face was constricted in writhing pain as he flailed away at Jamukha’s mile wide shoulders until the hold was finally broken.
Muleghis collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, as Jamukha stood triumphantly over him, posing his massive physique to the acclaim of the roaring audience. Jamukha was back in control of the match. “Fuck him! Fuck him!” the bloody thirsty audience shouted, anxious to see Mule impaled on Jamukha's legendary giant shodoi. Jamukha basked in their adulation as he menacingly stroked his mighty fuckpole. He glowered at his fallen adversary. Muleghis, still in agony, rolled about the arena floor, holding onto his sides as he desperately tried to get some air back into his lungs.
Caught in the moment of the idolization of the crowd’s worship, Jamukha continued to showboat by constantly posing his massive, musclebound body to their roaring delight, giving Muleghis time to recover. With Jamukha’s back turned away from him, he clumsily got to his feet. For a few seconds he staggered about until once again uncontrollable rage took hold of Muleghis. He clinched his fist as tight as he could, to summon all his might. His body shook with the wrath of vengeance as every muscle flexed to their maximum size. Blood rushed to his muscles. He felt reinvigorated, and powerfully strong. Like a giant ape gone berserk, he let out a great roar.
Jamukha turned around and as he did Muleghis slugged him in the chin rocking the Jamukha back on his heels. In rapid succession Muleghis began to pummel Jamukha with a powerful series of body blows, ending with a mighty upper cut that sent the muscled warrior shooting into the air like a rocket.
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| In an astonishing display of strength Muleghis hoisted Jamukha across his wide shoulders |
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| Muleghis spun around and around in circles and then in one powerful motion slammed Jamukha down |
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| An eye rake by the crafty Jamukha fails to save him... |
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| Muleghis power slammed Jamukha down to the hard ground |
Landing on his back with a great thud, Jamukha was stunned and bewildered. Muleghis stood over him. He posed his body saying: “Now I’m the one that's going to break you in half!!!" He saddled his mighty thighs across the Jamukha’s massive chest. Muleghis began to riddle the enormous body of his opponent with one mighty blow after another. He smashed mighty fists into Jamukha’s great chest and his mighty pecs. Then, systematically, he started on the Jamukha’s left arm, battering away at his bicep until his meat tenderizing blows made it useless. He did the same to the right bicep, to the music of Jamukha bellowing ear-shattering screams.
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| Top mount by Muleghis |
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| Muleghis's mighty fists rain down on the pinned Jamukha |
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| Jamukha fights back from the guard position |
Jamukha had lost all use of both arms. He was rendered totally defenseless. Sliding down to sit across Jamukha’s powerful thighs, Muleghis began to concentrate on the Jamukha’s abs with mighty blows. With each gut wrenching strike the strongman lurched upwards only to be viciously struck in the face, and knocked back down.
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| Muleghis huge hands find the thick neck of his mighty opponent |
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| Powerful hands begin to choke out Jamukha |
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| Victory was now at hand for Muleghis, as he stared at the bulging eyes and protruding tongue, of the soon to be FORMER mightiest Warrior of the Mongols |
Having taken the once mighty warrior physically apart, Muleghis stood triumphantly up over his writhing opponent whose musclebound body had been reduced to a pulp. Mass quantities of pre-cum poured out of Muleghis enormous bobbing engorged fuckpole. He posed again for the stunned, dead silent and disbelieving crowd.
Muleghis forced the nearly comatose Jamukha to his buckling feet. In an astonishing display of pure strength Muleghis hoisted Jamukha high over his head in a gorilla press. The audience began to cheer and shout for Muleghis to break Jamukha in two and fuck him into submission.
Muleghis, holding Jamukha across his wide shoulders, spun around and around in circles, and then in one powerful motion, Muleghis slammed Jamukha down across his knee in a torturous backbreaker. The massive body of Jamukha laid collapsed and exhausted across Muleghis’s knee. Victory was now at hand for the musclebound Muleghis. Muleghis smiled broadly as Muleghis majestically rose As he did Jamukha’s body rolled off his knee, to crumble to the ground before him.
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| Muleghis stood triumphantly over his defeated opponent |
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| Mulegis flexed and posed his magnificent physique in victory |
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| Below him the helpless Jamukha groaned loudly |
Muleghis stood poised with one foot on Jamukha gargantuan chest as he flexed his mighty arms and posed his magnificent physique in victory. Below him Jamukha groaned loudly. A great sigh of resignation escaped his lips. He knew what was about to happen, and he had neither with strength or the will to prevent his humiliating, degrading defeat.
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| Fuck yeah.....!!!! |
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| Who broke who in half, motherfucker..?!! |
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| Pay back is a bitch, bitch. growled Muleghis |
Muleghis, savoring every second of his impending victory, hauled the fallen Jamukha up to his feet. Stepping behind Jamukha he yanked down the back of Jamukha's breeches, exposing the huge muscle ass of the Mongolian powerhouse. Then Muleghis pulled down the front of his own breeches, releasing his python sized monster trouser-snake. Muleghis clamped Jamukha in his mighty full nelson. Muleghis dry surfed the Jamukha’s deep ass crack, working his own trouser-spear up harder and harder, as he cooed and purred into Jamukha’s ear, “ Now I’m going to destroy your manhood. I’m going to turn you into my fuck bitch, Jamukha and you’re powerless to stop me!” the spectators began a chant of “Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!”
In one swift motion Muleghis pulled his hips back to place the warrior helmet of his shodoi directly at Jamukha’s butt hole. Without hesitation he savagely rammed his mighty fuckpole past Jamukha’s quivering ass-lips. He skewered that virginal muscle-butt hard and deep. Jamukha howled out in agony. Muleghis, growling like a mad dog, repeatedly, barbarically ravaged his ass, shoving his massive manmeat up in it to the hilt into Jamukha’s muscle butt. Again, and again, and again, Jamukha cried, screamed and shrieked in total agony and sexual torture, but he refused to beg for mercy. He still had his pride.
Jamukha finally slumped forward impaled on the gigantic mighty trouser-lance like a wet dish rag. Only Muleghis’s massive arms under Jamukha's enormous shoulders and his mighty hands cupped around his gigantic pecs kept him upright. To heap more disgrace and humiliation upon Jamukha, Muleghis arched backward, lifting him off his feet. Muleghis released his hold. Jamukha, his head now collapsed against his conqueror’s massive shoulder, was being held up and crucified by only the power of Muleghis’s slut-slayer. With an ear shattering scream Jamukha shot off a great load as he passed out, and the gargantuan unconscious body of the broken and violated mongol dropped with a thud to the ground with Muleghis atop him.
Not content with this victory, Muleghis pulled out and stepped back. His mighty fuckpole bounded up and down He spread Jamukha’s body out. Jamukha began to regain consciousness. He groaned as Muleghis spread his legs wide apart. The victor mounted his butt as if he were riding a horse and began to plow Jamukha into the ground with one great thrust after another. Jamukha wailed with each violent penetration by Muleghis’s monster cock. Then his conqueror put him in a powerful camel clutch. "Pay back is a bitch, bitch.” growled Muleghis in a low voice that only his defeated opponent could hear.
Viciously Muleghis leaned back with his hands clasped under Jamukha’s chin and his trouser-lance firmly implanted up his ass. He began to ride him like a bucking bronco, jerking him up and down. Jamukha howled in torment. Unable to take anymore physical punishment, sexual abuse or shame, Jamukha finally begged for mercy. That done, Muleghis simply tossed Jamukha to the ground like a gnawed bone being thrown to the dogs. Unsteady, gasping for breath, Jamukha weakly tried to get to all fours once again but was stopped by Muleghis, who put his foot on the back of his neck, forcing him back down to the ground. To add one last degrading humiliation to the deposed Jamukha, Muleghis began to piss on him, covering the fallen strongman in a golden shower. With a cocky grin and flexing his mighty arms, Muleghis continued to rain his piss down on Jamukha. The spectators registered their overwhelming approval by cheering! These two massively built men had been joined in a sexual battle for dominance, to decide who was the master of the other. One strongman had broken the other and made him submit. Now Jamukha massively muscled body lay in a defeated and dejected heap at Muleghis's feet.
Jamukha's buddies swooped in and carried their chief off, helping him mount his horse, another humiliation for a mongol!
"They'll get over it!" said Temujin confidently, "I will need all my friends if I am going to become Khan! Muleghis, Sukhbataar, I will rely on you as allies. The aristocrats will fight me in my ambitions, but I will win over the common Mongol warrior, and they are the true power of our nation!" |
| Leaving so soon? I could take a couple more of you! |
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| Was it something I said? |
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| Don't be such sore losers! |
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| Who would of thought, Jamukha would ever face defeat, he was our best warrior! |
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| This humiliation will be the talk of the Steppe, we shall expect many challenges from our rivals! |
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| Not to mention Jamukha will face challenges to his leadership from within our people! |
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| This will go down as a catastrophic day in the lore of our clan! |
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| The Jadaran Mongols promised vengeance for the humiliation of their leader! |
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| I shall not forget this humiliation!--Jamukha later swore back in camp as his wounds were dressed. |
Temujin proclaims: "I shall use our victory in this Bughazi game, to unite our clan under me, then I will rebuild the Khamag confederacy of my great grandfather, Khabul Khan!"
"Why stop there...why not realize the dream of your ancestor Khaidu, and become a great Khagan of more than just the Khamags, but one who will unite ALL THE MONGOLS under your rule. You would be the greatest Khan in the history of the Mongols....the Chinggis Khan!" added Muleghis.
"Chinggis Khan, I like the ring of that, Chinggis Khan..." mused Temujin.
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| Chinggis Khan, I like the ring of that, Chinggis Khan... |
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| A week later: Hmmmm...Chinggis Khan...That is a very good name.... |
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| ...and I owe it ALL to Muleghis! |
2006 A.D. North Carolina Piedmont
"Wake up Mule, wake up." The History class was breaking up, and people were leaving. I had been sleeping, drooling on my binder. "You want to catch some lunch," asked a bear in a tutu. "Sure, Bear" I replied groggily. "Chipotle's o.k.?"
The bear frowned: "I am thinking fish, I have a yen for fish..."
"Fish tacos at Nanataco?" I offered.
"Deal!" said the bear, "...Should we ask the Flamingo sisters?"
"Sure bear, we need more chicks than dicks." Your Mule replied.
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| The Flamingo sisters were always being pursued by cock! |
2016 A.D. Colorado Plateau
"Wake up Mule, your BBQ will get cold!" Mule woke up from his Duke flashback dream to find himself in Denver at B.D.'s Mongolian Grill over on Wazee. He was being addressed by Chinggis, a nerdy, but muscular Mongolian exchange student at the Colorado School of Mines. How they met, is an interesting story...
But that is a story for another time, stay tuned for Part Two: Mongorians in Colorado!
The Mongolian Community Association of Colorado (MCAC) would like to remind blog readers that there have been ZERO rampages by Mongolian hordes in 2016, and it has been over 567 days without such a rampage! Mongolia is a forward looking land that does not want to be saddled with a reputation based on our sacking one or two, or a couple dozen countries in the past...except when it comes to tourism...then, as long as you are spending hard foreign currency in Mongolia, stereotype away!
The danger of building a giant wall,
you might keep Mexicans out,
but you WILL get Mongolians!
Mule's Duke dream is VERY loosely based on the Secret History of the Mongols, the oldest known book written in the Mongolian language. Isn't it amazing how edumacational this blog is?
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