Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Mule v. Mongolian Hordes Part III: Kage Match Khan


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continued from Part Two: Mongorians in Colorado

Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack. ~Sun Tzu 




STORY BY MULE BASED ON A CONCEPT BY STEVE, EDITS BY STEFAN, ORIGINAL ART BY STEVE


So there I was waiting in the airport for Chinggis AGAIN  (or the first time?), When I drifted off to sleep....


...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

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 I wake up and we have fast forwarded a couple weeks. well past all the events of the last chapter of this tale (what would one of my  Mongolian stories be without temporal shifts) to a Tuesday night at 10 BARREL BREWING COMPANY, where Chinggis and I were enjoying some cold drafts.  It is usually too artsy fartsy a place for me, but Tuesday nights the proceeds go to charity, and so we were there to support some charity or other, can't remember if it was dismembered Syrian children, or to find a cure for Cat Leukemia, but you know SOMETHING important. I think Catbrah had roped me into it, so it was probably for Cat Leukemia.



It could be a cool brew pub, with 20 different beers on tap and a rooftop patio, shame it attracts so many suits, hipsters and sprout eaters.




So over beer, Chinggis and I  resumed our discussion of the history of wrestling.  Armed with information from the alt-web, provided to me by Catbrah, I gave him the apostolic succession of wrestling.  "It was invented by angels, who taught it to Abraham, who taught it to the babyface Jacob, who used it on a heel of an angel who was doing dirty moves and using magic.  Jacob earned the belt, and the wrassling handle Israel on account of his kick-ass signature moves and closures.  The Hebrews brought it down to Egypt with them and from there it spread to Greece, and through Alexander the Great it spread to India.   The Greeks taught it to their Roman conquerors, and it then became Greco-Roman wrassling.  The Italian explorer
Marco Polo eventually brought it out to the Mongols and the Chinese in exchange for noodles."

Chinggis was so stunned and amazed by my erudition, that he just sat there, mouth agape like a wide-mouth bass, eyes fixed and unblinking, the poor Mongol unable to speak for over a minute, completely gob-smacked by my impeccable argumentation!

"But what about the Neolithic cave paintings" he finally croaked out like a dyspeptic frog. 

"Faked like the Dinosaurs and the Moon Landings" --I returned.

From there we got into a heated discussion about who would win in a fight: Chuck Norris or Chinggis Khan. Each of us was volatile in our partisan support of our respective national heroes.  

After fruitless argumentation, we came to a deadlock in our efforts to persuade the other party to our correct and righteous way of thinking.  Deadlocked, we realized there can only be one way to settle this....


CAGE MATCH AT MY DOJO!

Victor gets to fuck me-- offered Betty as the  'purse' of
this prize fight.

Loser just gets FUCKED!

So let us see who the better man is! And who wins
your argument as well!

 I strip down to a pair of USA flag trunks (birthday present from a Tier 2 regular) to assert my nationalist pride,  only to discover that Chinggis has stripped down to some Mongolian Flag trunks to give glory to TEAM MONGOL.  Where he got those, I couldn't hazard a guess. Given the speed of the setting up of the cage match, it means he must have already owned a pair of custom wrestling trunks. "Interesting..."  I think.    Between the way he handled himself in the fight with that Manlet and him owning his own wrestling trunks, I am thinking maybe Mongol-Brah got a little more wrestling experience than he has been letting on.  

   We got Betty, the daughter of the DOJO owner and an aficionado of all things muscle fighting,   to "officiate",  meaning the winner got to fuck her, because Bodacious Betty only fucks WINNERS.  





We stretch in the ring, sizing each other up from opposite sides.   Soon, stretching inevitably turns into a posing contest with full out flexing. We show off for each other, trying to outdo the other, each hoping to gain some sort of psychological edge.

I both admire and try to one-up the yolked  out  rookie. Especially impressive are Chinggis's cannonball biceps. In turn, Chinggis takes in the generous expanse of he-manliness which is my brick shithouse physique.  Both of us are 'mirin hard as fuck, but suppressing our muscle envy, since neither of us can, or will, admit his physique is in any way inferior to his opponent's.  By the end of this posedown, the front of our trunks are both tenting like crazy. 

But, as hot as that  was, it's not why we're here.  We are here to fight, not to pose. Without a word, we move into the center of the ring simultaneously. We bump big chests and oversized  packages. Cock-to-cock and chest-to-chest the huge bulges contained inside the thin spandex of our trunks slowly lengthen and grow into full blown hard-ons.  There is no denying that Chinggis  is one horse- hung Mongolian muscle stud.  I am looking forward to this, it's going to be a battle between two superbly muscled specimens of alpha maleness. Two alpha males about to decide which one is boss.  Just the sort of fight I like. I love getting my hands on someone and ragdolling the shit out of them. It's one of my favorite things in the world to do.  This shit gets me harder than viagra.

Betty yelled "GO! MAY THE BEST MAN WIN!!



MAY THE BEST MAN WIN!!

It's time to rumble.

Chinggis and I locked arms together trying for a takedown. We feel each other out, pressing back and forth for a minute. We push and shove, maneuver and shift  as we struggled around the ring. It was two big males both  grunting  and growling  as we wrestled against the other's massive muscle. 

Both Chinggises are going down to me and Chuck today!

Chuck Norris always gets his ass handed to him by Asian dudes,
 and so will you!


Betty took in the sight of the two muscled gods battling for total dominance. Sweat was covering both studs as their grunts and moans filled the cage while their bodies moved around and around.  Betty smelled  air that was super charged with the heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere of testosterone mixed with the pungent sweat of pumped up muscle.  She could hear the audible sounds of grunts and groans of maximum exertion as muscles were strained to their limits.  The assault on her senses had her vag flowing like Niagara  Falls. 

We lockup, straining and stretching against one another. It feels great to be against a guy who's this big and strong.  Chinggis and I remained locked up for the next five minutes, with neither of us getting a clear advantage. To Betty, an experienced observer of combat, the power of both muscle gods seemed equal. Betty couldn't help noticing the huge bulges in the briefs of both wrestlers, as we jockeyed around the mats.  Since I had my hands full in the cage, I didn't notice as she started to finger bang herself.

 Chinggis's strength was amazing.  He was one strong motherfucker, I admitted to myself begrudgingly.   But after much give-and-take, and with considerable effort, I was finally able to push Chinggis back into the side of the fence that lines the cage.

Staring into my eyes, Chinggis asks, "We're on the cage fence. Do we break clean?"*

I smile, "What do you think?"

With that, I provide a delayed answer to his question as I drive forward, slamming a forearm into the side of his head and then a knee to his gut.  "UNGHHHH!!!"  he goes as he is caught surprised and without a protective flex of his armor plate abs.  I grab the cage on either side of him then pull my body in. My big chest rams into his. I back up and pull myself forward again so that my thick beefy chest tightly presses into his again, huge powerful pecs to huge powerful pecs.  I rub our pecs back and forth until our nipples harden  and then spike.  Then our now steel hard nips meet in a pec fight, pushing into each other, trying to invert the other...

"So is this what you call  'no rules'...?" asks the winded Chinggis hoarsely.

I ease up and let Chinggis sag to his knees.  As he looks up at my imposingly brawny form towering over him, I continue:

"There is no rule requiring a break when you have you opponent against the fence in UFC" I reply with a smile. "Sounds like you need a refresher course on the rules of UFC.  Want me to go over them with you again?"


Want me to go over the rules with you again?


I pull him up by the chin, and press in again with my broad, thick muscular chest.  As he is again standing, albeit on unsteady legs, Chinggis swats my hand away then puts his hands on my beefy pecs and pushes me off him. I think he's pissed, but it's hard to tell with the inscrutable Chinggis. He just smiles and says, "Sure man, let's hear em...."


No groin attacks...

I state, as I step in close and grab Chinggis's shoulders....Slamming my right knee up  between Chinggis's legs,  straight into the fully packed pouch of his Mongolian flag style trunks.  Driven by the power of my massive bodybuilder leg, my raised  knee connected hard into those big Mongol nuts.  Chinggis let out a huge "UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"  as he grabbed his crotch in agony. With tears in his eyes he  doubled over in pain holding his balls as his hard on deflated.

Next rule:
No eye gouging.

I stated calmly as I stuck my thumb  deep into  Chinggis's  right eye and dig it in deep,  eliciting a high pitched scream of pain.

Then there is ...
No head butts.

I said, as I held both sides of the head of the stunned Chinggis and thrust the top of my rock hard gorilla cranium forward, striking him in the forehead with a resulting crack sounding like a gun shot, the bashing blow so powerful that his eyes crossed as the stunned mountain of Asian muscle sinks to his knees... 


Not so tough without your horde, eh?

You are in the big leagues now, little buddy!

and then next there would be...
No strikes to the spine.

...as I moved behind the kneeling, helplessly moaning Mongol, who was still holding his head, and then  taking careful aim, drove my size 14 foot into the vertebrae at the  base of his spine in a mighty stomp... Chinggis let out a yelp and still kneeling, holds his back with both hands...

Now the next rule, let's see, that would be...

No fish hooking.

...as I inserted both my index fingers on either side of Chinggis's mouth and pulled back hard on his head, producing a nice gurgle of pain from the recipient of this illegal domination hold..

Oh, and of course there is ...

No biting.

I stated  as, without releasing the fish hook,  I began to tongue the musclestud's neck and earlobes. "Ummmmm... you taste good, like a Mongolian should..." I purr seductively.  Then I licked his bulging right trap, just before I sunk my pearly white teeth into Chinggis's boulder shoulder. Chinggis let out a scream as I released my double fish hook and stood up over the still kneeing and now completely disoriented powerhouse. I took six steps back, then came running toward the downed Chinggis as I shouted.....

No kicks to the head on a grounded opponent.

BAMMMM.... as I punctuated my statement with a soccer kick that almost took Chinggis's handsome head right off his thick shoulders..



"And now, my personal favorite", I state, looking down at the now fully laid out belly down and unmoving Mongolian Hercules...

No sticking  fingers in an opponent's orifices. 

"...most think that rule means ears, nose, etc... but it also includes this..."  I said as I  slip my right hand down the back of Chinggis's trunks to his flexing muscled ass. He is powerless to stop me  as he feels my strong long fingers glide down his crack and begin to roughly rub and poke at Chinggis's puckered asshole. 

"NOOO! NOT THAT! YOU BASTARD!!!" Chinggis cried out loud at the instant my middle finger plunged to the knuckle in his ass!  Nice, that's the first time I heard Mongol-brah use a REAL curse word, unlike the lame epithets particular to his nation, and I feel honored being the one he used it towards. 

I stand up.  "There are a few more rules but we will save those to review for another lesson."  I announce with a laugh, as I make a point of  theatrically  smelling my finger for an amused Betty.   An embarrassed Chinggis quickly pulls his trunks back up over his ass and slowly climbs to his feet.   He is shooting eye daggers at me  but is too embarrassed to  even look at Betty.   He takes a minute to stretch out his muscle packed frame.  Fuck his physique still looks good even after all that punishment, really good to be honest.  He is hot as fuck, which has my jock cock straining against the spandex of my speedos to get free. 

I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted  body. Every bulging muscle of his smooth, hairless body was highlighted by a sheen of sweat, and his massive chest heaved up and down from heavy breathing worked up during our earlier struggle. He returned the stare, my own Herculean  body was also slick with sweat that shined under the overhead ring lights. We both sported porn sized hard-ons that clearly showed in our close to bursting trunks.

Chinggis spoke first, breaking the mutual admiration spell.  "I tell you what Mule, I don't think we need any stinking rulezzzz....let's just go 'no rules' ....that OK with you, bro?! We just beat the fuck out of each other till one us is knocked out!" Chinggis  says with an unexpected smile.

  "Resilient, tough mother fucker..." I think to myself, admiringly. "You got it, brah.  'No rules' it is" I affirm as we cautiously resume our circle dance. 

We lockup chest-to-chest again and this time, I power Chinggis into a standing side headlock. I crank on it hard, crushing his head between my side and my bulging, rock hard 19" bicep. I walk us around the cage. Pulling on Chinggis keeps him from being able to focus on a counter, giving me extra time to really apply the pressure.



I’m going to crack your head open like a walnut!

“I’m going to crack your head open like a walnut, Mongol boy!” I snarled as I poured on the pressure while keeping up my trash talking.  Chinggis’s teeth are clenched in pain as he struggled to escape my hold.


Nuggies for Chinggis!  Feel the impact of my knuckles!

His handsome face is turning red as I tighten my grip.  I crank it hard, grinding my iron hard cannon ball bicep right into his temple.  I've actually gotten submissions from headlocks, but based on what I have already seen from Chinggis, I know I won't get one from him.


 "I bet you love it down there, don't you.  Smelling that real man sweat." I tease the head locked Chinggis. 


As I keep us moving, Chinggis gathers his wits, firing his fist into my kidney causing  my focus to lapse. Fuck, I told him about how much I hate kidney shots in a bullshitting post work out sauna convo. Looks like he remembered. DAYAMN that hurt! With that brief opening, Chinggis pulls back and frees his head. He pulls on my wrist, twisting it around back, locking on a chicken wing. He pulls my arm up my back, but I manage to twist, connecting my elbow with his temple.


So is 'Chinggis', the Mongolian word for LOSER??!

I spin around and grab Chinggis's wrist. I twist it around in an armbar. He moans in pain as I twist more and more. Chinggis is still shaking out his head from the headlock and elbow. I take advantage of his distraction, kicking up, slamming my foot into his abs. He grunts in pain, so I do it again. My cock is throbbing in full boner mode  as I dominate the big Asian stud.


Not every opponent you encounter will be a midget,
about time you faced a REAL opponent!

This will hurt YOU far more than it will hurt ME,
but that is how LESSONS ARE LEARNED!

I lift Chinggis’s arm and bring it down fast, jarring it in the socket. I do it again and Chinggis reaches for his shoulder. I step up and slam a forearm across his shoulder. Chinggis cries out in pain, but doesn’t submit. I let go of his arm and lock on a front  standing headlock. 


I step up and slam a forearm across his shoulder




Front standing headlock!

Eeny meanie miney ned,  catch a Mongol by his head!



If he hollers let him know!

He's a pussy facing woe!


I began to grind the standing head lock back and forth, really putting on the pressure and grinding his head hard against my sweaty chest.  I know this head punishment is taking a toll and keeping Chinggis from wrestling his best, although he is making virtually no noise other than his heavy breathing. It’s tough to focus when your head is getting elbowed and crushed, but I sense Chinggis aiming his smart missile sledge hammer fist at my kidney again. "Oh, Hell, NO!" I don't want any more of those agony-inducing rabbit punches to the kidney of his. I break the hold.


Oh, Hell, No --I think as I break the hold

We are standing nose to nose again, staring and panting. Suddenly Chinggis fires a gut punch into my iron hard abs with his equally iron hard fist, but I was able to flex my abs into a rock hard wall of muscle inches before his fist landed. To psych him out I yell "Harder, man! I can take it!" fully confident in my invincible rock hard abs being able to take anything he can throw. 

The usually impassive Chinggis smirks and obliges, driving his fist into my abs with real manly force that makes me step back a step. "Fuck, Yeah!" I scream, which makes him do it again even harder.  This time I feel it, expelling air and spit out my mouth and grunting with pain as my "invincible" abs buckle and break.   I regret my earlier boast that I can take it as the Mongol's fist makes me a liar by folding me in half. I am impaled by the  big fist buried deep in my gut... 


Chinggis sneaks in a short hard gut punch while we are clinched.....

...AUUUUUUGhhhhhhhh!!! My fucking abs, daymn I felt that gut punch hugely... 

 "AUUUUUUGhhhhhhhh!!!" ....my busted gut EXPLODES in pain.. Whoa good fucking  punch, I think as I grunt like a silver back ape.  It is all I can do not to sink to my knees and end up doubled over at his feet.  I have to break it off and retreat, my abs can't take another shot like that one.

I walk around the ring stretching and flexing out my abs. Instead of following up, Chinggis watches, giving me and my abs some recovery time. Big Mistake on his part. Falling back into Coach mode, I find myself yelling at him "Fuck man, I told ya about that before. You never give your opponent a break. You jump him when you got the advantage and keep jumping till he is no longer a threat!!!"

"But, but..." he starts.


"I know what your gonna say, you fucking Mongolian pussy, but there are no 'friendly fights' and in fact no fucking 'friends' once you're in the cage...it's a no mercy situation man, no mercy....good guys finish last...you got that broseph?" I shout, doing my best linebacker coach imitation.

Chinggis nods, looking a little sheepish from my tirade of beratement.

We start with another lockup. Chinggis tries to flip me to the mat, but I lock him and slip under his arm. I lift my leg over his and suddenly, he's trapped in an abdominal stretch. I really crank on it, knowing he's a fucking tough mofo and can take it. As I stretch Chinggis out, I take the opportunity to rub his chest and abs. I see his big hard cock twitch in his trunks.


Enjoying this dance yet Chinggis, my girl?

Dip for the dipshit!

Your dance card tonight is full, FULL OF PAIN!

POW! I fire a fist into his side then another. "Oh, you bastard!" Chinggis cries out, half  in jest, half in pain. "Language! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"-- I say in clearly mock chastisement.  POW! In seeming response to his epithet, I deliver another shot then bring my forearm down across his abs. Chinggis tries to power out and I feel the hold slipping. I grab the side of his trunks to help steady us. The one side rides up, exposing one of his perfect ass cheeks. Yes, I mean perfect. Smooth, round and firm yellow** tinted muscle.


You are very flexible for a muscleman Chinggis, I know
MY arm doesn't bend this way....

I know I am hurting you, but NO PAIN NO GAIN, eh?

Chinggis?

I will interpret that whimpering as AGREEMENT!

I lean back, really opening Chinggis up and pulling on his ab muscles. He rewards me by crying out in pain. POW! POW! Another couple of fists and his grunts of pain fill the cage area. I've got Chinggis stretched out as far as I can, but he doesn't give. Instead, he pushes back, trying to topple us. I manage to keep us steady, but my leg slips and Chinggis takes full advantage, flipping me over to the mat and putting me in an arm lock.


Chinggis takes full advantage, flipping me over to the mat
 and putting me in an arm lock

You done boasting Mule? 

Damn down here on the mat he has mad Mongolian wrestling skills--I thought

I need to move the game out of his comfort zone and back
into MINE!

I figure Chinggis is most dangerous on the mat, so I swing up and use my power to bring us back to our feet. He keeps cranking on the arm lock while simultaneously moving his foot behind me, trying to trip me down. I manage to counter and push him into the cage. Chinggis releases my arm as I pin him hard against the side of the cage.

I move my hand to his chin forcing him to look back, exposing his torso. Before Chinggis can do anything, I slam two hard forearms into his chest. I lean in close, splitting his legs with one of mine. With our bodies pushed together, I release his chin and wrap my arms around his waist. I lift and spin him in a belly-to-belly suplex (no small feat for guys our size). BOOM! The cage shakes from the impact and Chinggis cries out in pain. He tries to roll off his aching back, but my weight holds him down.

I immediately release him, and scramble to my feet, with Chinggis still spread out and moaning on the mat. Fuck he looks good laid out like that. I got some time to do a little showboating, I decide. I kick him over onto his back. Chinggis looks up at me as I put my foot down on his six-pack abs, maybe a little too hard, because he grunts in pain. 

I flex and pose over Chinggis's hot body as he watches me. We’re both severely tenting our trunks as I tower over him looking down at this hot muscle stud that I am crushing.


I flex and pose over Chinggis's hot body 

I imagine I hear the roar of the crowd! But there is just
Betty and a janitor


I will not lose face, my ancestors are watching!

Betty comes through the cage door, carrying some Nose Tork with her.  She's an experienced corner man, and ministers to the dazed Chinggis. He quickly responds to the strong smelling salts she is passing under his nose.  A whiff of the performance improving stimulant provides an immediate boost in energy,  instantly restoring Chinggis to full consciousness and mental alertness.  Fine by me I am thinking, as Betty heads back out the cage, it just means I will have the fun of knocking the now fully revived  Chinggis back down again. 


Betty's smelling salts quickly breathe new life into Chinggis

I'm hot and sweaty, but adrenaline is racing through me. I step back and I take a minute to flex my arms showing off my gym-built body. "Take a good long look at this body that is kicking your ass...put the image in your spank bank, I guarantee you will be thinking of me later...." I boast. 


You  having fun yet Chinggis?  Because I sure am!

Chinggis looks up and smirks at my one-upmanship, but his reply is unexpected, non-verbal and devastating.

As I flex, the big man thrusts his arm between my legs and delivers a huge  uppercut, smashing his big bulging bicep into my bulging pouch. AWUGHHHHhhhhh!   The pain within my crotch exploded like a bomb, moving upward into the pit of my stomach and chest, forcing the air from my lungs.  I bellow in pain like a bull being castrated  ...Jesus fuck, it hurts soooo bad.  My watering eyes bug out as I stagger back, bent over, clutching my big bull balls with both hands and making little whimpering puppy dog noises. The look on my face was one of total shock, pure pain and disbelief. That low blow might have been the game changer, and Chinggis and I both know it.  


Low Blow!!!


Chinggis says, You did say 'no rules' and 'no mercy' right? Is that better?" Cocky talk for someone who's been getting his ass handed to him. Still, I'm the one doubled over NOW, eyes watering and gasping for air,  while it was obvious from his easy breathing that the superbly conditioned Chinggis  was not a bit tired or winded.


You did say 'no rules' and 'no mercy' right?


A huge uppercut smashes into my bulging pouch!



Ah fuck!!!  My balls!!! White hot pain explodes throughout my body 



I fall back, landing hard on my ass. Chinggis gets up and grabs my ankles. He elevates my feet and brings his foot between my legs. He pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, as he took dead aim for my family jewels . As I lift my hands and beg him not to, picking up both my legs and spreading them into a wide vee, he stomps my pouch, slamming his foot into my cock and balls with authority.  Crackkkkk!!! His foot found its mark! He delivers two quick stomps to my fully exposed and  helpless crotch, the first concentrating on my two bull balls, the second on my big cock. I feel my manhood being crushed as he rests his foot on my USA trunks, then stands with his full 240 lbs of muscle on my dick and balls.


"AWUUUUUGHH!! NO! NO! STOP! QUIT !!!Aaughhhhh! STOOAAaawwwwwwwpppp!!!!!!Aaughhhhh! "STOOAAaawwwwwwwpppp!!!" I beg frantically.  felt as if a bomb had gone off in my body from the intense pain  in my abused nuts.  Chinggis had busted my balls!



"Looks like I got your attention now, Mule! How's that, am I doing it right, Coach?" Chinggis jeered with an evil laugh.

I cry out in pain. The big man leans back putting even more pressure on my balls. I moan louder and thrash harder as the big stud ups the pressure.  Chinggis has repeatedly targeted my big crotch and firehose cock with direct strikes on my manhood, in a largely successful attempt to weaken me by  pulverizing  the prized contents of my bulging pouch.   I cry out and slap the mat furiously as he crushes my prize bull sized gonads. 

Chinggis finally steps off my balls. I roll over on my belly holding my busted balls and groaning, helpless.  My body is suffering and my big bull-sized testicles  are in pain!  Chinggis  grinned, proud of his efforts, and took the time to strike a double bi muscle pose for the benefit of Betty. Chinggis's bulging package forced his sweat soaked Mongolian flag trunks to sag.   Chinggis winked at Betty,  and then pointed down at his quivering opponent laid out on the mat.

 I am still face down on the mat clutching my injured nuts and groaning in pain as Chinggis lies down on top of me. I feel his pouch on my ass as he mounts me. He begins to grind his bulging crotch against my muscle ass. I feel his hot breath on my neck as his 240-lbs rests on top of me, humping me with the monster in his trunks to establish dominance.  He grabs a hold of my hair and pulls my face up so it is close to his.



Face down on the mat, holding my balls and groaning in pain


Chinggis mounts and humps the Mule

The now  dominant Chinggis gets right in my face and in a voice loud enough for me to understand even through  my pain filled red haze says, "Yeah, I remembered what you taught me, Mule,  'no friends in the cage'. I won't forget it. I'm a fast learner. I busted your balls good, and now your helpless. You won't be fucking anyone for a couple of days, stud. I, Chinggis,  cracked those duck eggs in your nut sack. The things that make you a man. No mercy, dude..."

Chinggis rises up with a smile on his face, then stomps my back before moving off. He poses and flexes as  I reach down and try to massage my aching balls. My horse cock has gone soft. Chinggis "limp dicked" me with that ball crush.  I struggle up to hands and knees, crawling towards the side of the cage to use it to pull myself up. From behind me, Chinggis approaches.


No so fast Donkey-boy!

You said you like to dance, SO LET'S DANCE!

You got awfully quiet now that I am making you play the
 BISH in this dance!

No Mongol jokes?

Yeah, you are a good Bish, know when to keep your mouth shut!

“Where do you think you're going, you meathead punk?” Chinggis sneered, now brimming with confidence.  He leans down and forces me to my feet by my hair.  Chinggis scored several body blows that further weaken me to the point that I can't even get my hands and arms up to defend myself, leaving my big head as a target of opportunity.  Chinggis uses the same forearm smash to my jaw that he had used to defeat the Manlet, BAMMMMMM!!! and my eyes roll back in my head as  I see stars, immediately followed by a round house haymaker that I never see coming  BAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!,  and I go momentarily brain dead.  


While I somehow managed to stay on my feet, I was only minimally aware of my surroundings as Chinggis grips his other hand around my balls and began squeezing. My legs instinctively react by wrapping around his wrist as he pulls on my aching balls."That big horse cock of yours is soft and hiding.  A twelve year old boy could out cock you right now.  Yeah,I took the source of your power dude.  And now I am going to beat the living crap out of you, bro"


You have been a bad boy Mule, time to take
 YOUR PUNISHMENT!


You may be bigger Mule, but I am BETTER!


FOREARM BASH AND A WIND UP FOR A
ROUNDHOUSE!



With his grip on my balls, Chinggis reaches up and grabs the back of my head with his other hand.  Showing his incredible strength he hauls  me back over his shoulders and hoists my massive body up...locking your mighty Mule in a torture rack! The big muscleman never lets go of my balls as he locks me in a stiff over-the-shoulder backbreaker. I'm draped and suffering. My back and balls are in horrible pain.  I let out a yell as I feel my lower back being ripped apart and my nuts being crushed.

“Ah fuck my balls, my balls”, I yell as Chinggis squeezed them hard. “Take that tough guy”, Chinggis growled squeezing my balls even harder. The white hot intense pain flooded through my body overloading my nervous system.

Chinggis circles the cage  with me still racked over his wide boulder shoulders, flaunting his dominance as I continue to bawl in pain.  

"AWUGHHHHhhhhh!"  I roar in unbearable pain as he just cranks down harder breaking my back and squeezing my junk even harder.  God it hurts so bad! "AWUUUUUGHH!! NO! NO!"  The beefy stud is more than able to hold my 260 lbs up. I'm completely powerless, my arms and legs flail as they hang down, but I can't free myself.  I am caught in the over the shoulder backbreaker from Hell! 

Chinggis drove one final fist into my exposed and racked nuts before releasing his death grip on my balls.  Chinggis then  adjusts his hands.  Oh, he keeps the one tight on my balls, but moves the one from my head to my back. I feel him squatting then he thrusts up,  pushing up on my back. I fly over, flipping 180 and landing with my back down, hitting the mat hard, and knocking the wind out of my lungs. My abdomen hurt, my back was on fire, but mostly the intense pain was in my much abused nuts. I am too stunned to move, as I lay there spread out, flat on my back, and looking up into the lights.

Then my  gaze  focused on Chinggis.   Chinggis looking supremely confident, lifted his arms above his head, showing off for Betty.  

Watching carefully, I saw Chinggis’ hands go to the cord that fastened his Mongolian flag trunks  around his waist.  In one tug, he ripped the speedo covering from his loins.  Chinggis was naked.  There was a sudden shocked gasp from Betty.  This was Betty's kind of man!  Chinggis was a true warrior, nothing stood between him and his opponent other than bare skin.  A real man.  Her ideal of the dream warrior.  Stripped naked, fully confident in his strength, supremely comfortable in his manly nakedness.  Ready to take on the world.  Ready to take on all his tribe’s enemies.  Including me,  the Mule.

 Chinggis seemed to be relishing  Betty's adulation.  I watched him spread his legs.  Then I watched as Chinggis extended his hand to his crotch, cupped his balls.  Cupped them aggressively towards me.  Held them out aggressively.  In an obscene gesture that said, Look at me, American.  I'm all man, think you can match this?  Chinggis cupped his balls lewdly between his out-stretched legs and released them for Betty to enjoy.  This is a man, he seemed to say.  This is a warrior, ready to take on the world. 

A smile filled Chinggis’ face at the thought of where the girls eyes were rooted.  Confidently he strutted his stuff to her approval.  Arms raised, displaying his all.  Feeling the whole of his manliness centred in the focus of where her eyes went.  Chest high, his flat hard rippling stomach leading her sight down.  Yes, in the fight he might throw a hard-on.    But it would be the boner of the hero.  The hard-on of a victor.  Thrown because he was winning, because his opponent was being crushed in his grip.  A warrior hard-on, his tribe’s emblem of victory.  Triumphing over the Mule.  A hero’s erection as he defeated the  Mule.


Naked. That’s how men fight.  Real men battle it out naked--Chinggis thought.   Chinggis looked down at my covered groin, dismissively.  Lose that speedo, NOW! Lose it, now.  Be a man!-- Chinggis' look said... 

But I was not to be so commanded.   I did not react.  I would not be so ordered.  I would assert my  own terms for this battle of wills.

 Chinggis shot me  with an arrogant leer.  He pulled himself up to his full height, chest out.  His lips bared back into an arrogant snarl.  With an eye on his opponent but with  attention also on Betty, Chinggis paraded himself in a broad circle.  Arms out to the side, head high, his warrior nakedness for her to enjoy.  Chinggis was not ashamed to display himself. Chinggis strutted proudly,  as if to say -- this is how our warriors fight.  This is how our warriors look.  We have no reason to feel ashamed.  Get an eyeful of your champion,  -  your hero who going to smash the Mule into the ground.

Chinggis casually struts up, planting his shins on my shoulders. He kneels over my laid out body with his ass over my face and facing my feet. He flexes his thick muscled glutes . The big stud slaps his rock hard ass then sits down, positioning his bare muscle butt on my face. He shifts his hips, rubbing his sweaty butt cheeks across my nose and mouth. “That’s the way, big boy, take a nice deep whiff...you humiliated me by putting your finger up my ass, Muleo, now  you got to pay for that...you're going to eat my ass for some real humiliation..." Chinggis taunted, continuing his humiliating domination and forcing me to breathe in  more of his funky, testosterone and sweat infused manly musk as I taste his butt hole.  When he finally settles in, Chinggis flexes, celebrating his dominance.


take a nice deep whiff...now you're going to eat my ass for some real humiliation...

The globes of Chinggis's  perfect ass were like a pair of ripe melons. He curled his hands around each of them, spreading them completely apart, till the smell of his his muscle ass was right in my face.  Chinggis's muscle butt was a thing of pure beauty. It was a true bubble butt of grade A muscle and it was turning me on. My dick was already at full mast. Wrestling and domination get me hard, hot and horny,  even when I'm on the losing end of it. I felt myself becoming submissive, becoming the Beta  to this Alpha Male Mongol Warrior. 

The musclebound fighter took a seat on my face, adjusting his position until my nose slid up between his sweaty glutes, trapping my face.  Chinggis wiggled his ass back and forth until my face was buried deep inside his muscle butt,  with my mouth right against his gaping asshole.   His ball sack  was resting just below my chin. moaned almost to the point of swooning.  I was only able to breath in short, sharp gasps ... my head tossed from side to side as the sensation began to overcome me while at the same  time Chinggis  continued to stroke my throbbing iron hard cock.

My attempts to breath, however, stimulated Chinggis' ego even more than his penis. He was drunk with pleasure and pride. Here he was, the strongest living Mongolian warrior, an undefeated champion, about to make a mighty American the victim of his power. 

I could taste Chinggis's puckering hole.  When I did, my huge, thick fuck rod throbbed wildly.  It stretched out straight as an arrow ... the mushroom head beet red and saturated in pre cum.  Chinggis pushed his ass lips harder against my face as he let out a moan of pleasure.  My fuckpole throbbed up and down with lustful anticipation.  With my cock now calling the  shots, I inserted my tongue up into Chinggis's bung hole.  He groaned with rapturous delight, and  his body stiffened  as my tongue went deep inside him.

The farther I pressed my tongue in the more he grunted. His whole muscular body turned rock hard as he fought to remain stoic. I wasted no time in meeting the challenge.  I instantly rammed my tongue up into my opponent,  my tongue tip playing with Chinggis's ass lips ... probing them ... reaming them...using my legendary pussy eating skills to eat out his ass.   Chinggis despite his best effort, let out a sigh of pleasure as my  tongue jabbed, pierced, and swirled at his bung hole ...invading it ... roughly probing  it.   He was loving every minute of it, which only  encouraged me to lick faster  and  probe deeper.   

The Mongolian bodybuilder wiggles his mountainous ass on my face,  I have become submissive, giving into the power of the dominant male.  I was acting the part of a gay Mongolian Muscle fan-boy, despite the presence of the now totally turned on Betty as witness to the humiliation.   Chinggis begins to speak assertively: 

"Yeah, you like that, dontcha, Mule?I knew I could break you, muscle boy, look at you on your back  eating out my ass like the homo your are..Fuck, I knew you were into me, did you think I didn't know you were checking out my hot ass every time we hit the showers?...time for you to turn in your man card, you fucking phaggot  loser...yeah, eat out my ass...” Chinggis  growled.   “A pretty-boy MMA fighter  is no match for a tough Mongol warrior like me. Huh, you’re just a queer pussy boy now, that’s all... I made you my faggot bitch....that's it, you queer,  keep butt-munching  that ass til I decide  you can stop, fuck-boy..."


Chinggis’s scathing words were muffled since my head was buried under his tremendous ass with my face deep in his glorious ass crack, but they were still like arrows piercing your Mule’s already severely depleted manly pride.  I had to admit I was impressed at how fast he had picked up American slang and incorporated Mule-style trash-talking into his vocabulary.   I had assimilated this Mongolian fucker mighty good,  too good  in fact.  


The big man leans forward, running his hands down my abs, feeling my useless muscles, while I continue to enthusiastically devour his man pussy . I moan into his colossal  ass as he caresses my torso. .  “Aw, whasamatter, babe?  Can’t breathe?” he taunted. Chinggis raised up, granting me access to some much needed air. My involuntary response to being dominated by a Mongolian muscle god was obvious, as  the head of my massive, throbbing cock poked out the top of my speedo.  He swats at the huge head of my hard angry cock as it peeks out from my trunks. 

Chinggis  reaches into the front of my USA trunks. I feel his hand wrap around my hard as an iron pipe cock. He squeezes hard, crushing my big dick. My hungry mouth reluctantly leaves his ass.


UNGH... YEAH... Eat my hole, Mule.  Let Betty see how far her hero has fallen!

Aw, whasamatter?  Can’t breathe?


I feel the front of my trunks get pushed down as Chinggis yanks up on my cock. The elastic waistband settles at the base of my shaft, as the beefy stud lets my 9" inch hard cock flop down against my solid lower abs. He slaps the head repeatedly, causing my hips to buck up.    I can't throw him off even if I had wanted to, the 240-lbs of beef is too much for me to handle in my current weakened  condition. I feel him grab my engorged member again, jerking it hard. Chinggis punishes my cock, squeezing, slapping and punching my throbbing, rock hard shaft.

I'm helpless to protect my manhood and Chinggis knows it.  Chinggis pulls his hand off my dick, leaving me hard and leaking. He flexes again then stands up, pulling the back of his trunks up. I roll to my side as I reach down to tuck my cock back into my trunks. Unfortunately, my swollen cock is too big, as the waistband cuts across it, pressing it against my abs, and it stretches past my navel. As I'm fumbling with myself, trying to will my cock soft, Chinggis is measuring me up. I roll to my hands and knees, looking down at the mat.

My beefy opponent jumps and does a Hulk Hogan style leg drop across the back of my neck, using his huge leg to drive my face into the mat. After the move, I lie immobile on my stomach, holding my head. Chinggis struts around me. "Anything else you need to teach me, Mule?" he asks. I don't answer, since I'm still unable to do much more than moan, so I receive a few stomps to my back.

The next thing I know, I'm being dragged up by my hair. Chinggis fist scores several unanswered hard body blows that further weaken me.  Then he moves in behind me, positioning us back to back, and draws my head back over his shoulder. He holds me like this for a long while, swinging his hips. I can't do anything as I stand there,  helpless. 


"Time for the finale!" Chinggis shouts out the cage to Betty, who is watching both engrossed  and enthralled.

Next thing I know, I'm falling.

Chinggis executes a perfect neckbreaker, slamming the back of my head on his shoulder as we fall. When he releases my head, I topple over into a heap of muscle. I lay there unmoving, totally wrecked with nothing left.  I felt my will to fight drain out my body together with the little strength and manly pride that I had left.   That had done it!  Or, more correctly, He had done it!!  Chinggis had kicked my ass!!!



The setup for his back-to-back  hangman's neckbreaker is established


I feel my neck giraffed as Chinggis pulls up against my
 granite chin


My back arches back and my feet leave the ground as my 260
 lb. bulk hangs helplessly by my thick neck 


Chinggis uses incredible strength to hold my struggling
 mass of muscle!


I am wracked in crippling pain as I am hung by my powerful
 football player neck, the cervical vertebrae being stretched to
 the breaking point 


Back-to back, he positions my head back over his shoulder,
 then drops, slamming the back of my head on his shoulder
 when we fall, in a perfectly executed and decimating 
 neckbreaker 

Chinggis stood back and folded his big arms across his chest while he  looked down at the wrecked  muscular body stretched out  before him.  Chinggis looked magnificent in victory.  With his comeback victory complete, I can only lie there and let him enjoy his dominance.  He's not only kicked my ass, but he's moved me to full homo on the sexual spectrum while doing so.  I have no interest in Betty at this point, as I deal with my newly minted lust for Mongolian Beef.   My head is spinning. 


"That's it man.  You're finished," he said, spitting out  truth bombs.  "You've lost. You're beaten. I didn't just kick your ass, I broke you like a fucking horse and took your manhood to boot.  Now, what do you say?"

“We done? Or you want more?” he asks.


I moan, “Done...”


"No more.. " I moan weakly... "I give..." my voice cracking as I submit..." you beat me, I can't take no more...I submit" I beg.  "I give up, you win..."  repeating my surrender. His neckbreaker had finished me.


No more,  I give up, you win...


 You're fucking right I won...

... but I ain’t done with you yet!

" You're fucking right I won..."  Chinggis announces as he forces my shoulders flat to the mat. He leans back, resting one arm on my face and the other down my abs. I feel him roughly fondling my cock and balls with a kung-fu grip.

“Next question, who would win?” growled Chinggis .  He got no reply from me. 

 “Who would win, Chuck Norris or Chinggis Khan?”  Still no reply.  “ I said, who would fuckin’ win” he  demanded as he squeezed my dick hard enough to get my attention.... “...Chinggis Khan...,” I  finally whimpered.  “Say it loud!” growled Chinggis

Summoning what little endurance I had left I  yelled, “Chinggis Khan!”

"Yeah, that's right Mule, but I STILL ain’t done with you yet!" was Chinggis's response.

Chinggis grabbed my anaconda dick and began to work on it. I was pinned so that all the action was right in front of my eyes, which made trying to maintain control even harder. I kicked my legs  helplessly as I watched Chinggis big hand roughly massage my  hard schlong.   "OOOOHH ... I think Mule likes that. Check it out Betty, this  is pure domination, baby!  Amirite?!?! Fuck yeah, Imright...In fact, I don't think Mule even likes girls anymore. He sure looks like a faggot to me. What do you think Betty?! Is this loser a faggot?" he grinned as he looked over at Betty, standing as close as she could to get the best view she could from outside the cage. 


Chinggis grabbed my dick and began to work on it

OOOOHH ... I think Mule likes that

I had forgotten all about Betty during the heat of battle.  Betty's eyes widened and her mouth formed that silent 'O' signifying what was probably her 4th or 5th orgasm of the fight.  Not only had she seen me forced to eat out Chinngiss' anus but now she watched as I was  humiliated by being forced to cum against my will in front of a girl by this young Asian stud.  

I buck and squirm in an effort to escape the pin, but Chinggis is locked on tight and  the huge rippling  strong arms of  Chinggis's  held my body tightly to him preventing my escape.  He begins to furiously stroke my  throbbing white cock into submission!  I cannot escape;  my  ass is now involuntarily humping up and down as I begin to lose all control.   "FUCK! YOU SORRY YELLOW FUUUAAAHHHH.......AAARRRGGGHH!" I groan in sexual agony. 


I groan in sexual agony

Chinggis began working my slick pulsating and hard as an iron pipe totally erect 9-incher  even faster as copious amounts of cock-snot leaked out my piss slit coating and lubing up my shaft and balls!  Every part of me screamed for sexual release as my body withered in Chinggis's hold.


Helpless to free myself, my eyes darted back and forth between staring at my surrendering cock and watching a finger banging Betty staring transfixed from outside the cage at the sight of  the mighty American muscle man stud Mule overpowered, mounted by and being jacked-off  by a even more masculine  Mongolian  muscleman.  Suddenly the nose tork carrying Betty slipped back into the cage, and was once again plying Chingis with her invigorating  poppers.  Betty knew a winner when she saw one. 


A little performance enhancement? Because I am counting
 on quite the performance!


Oh you will get it baby, you get everything you got coming
 to you, just like Mule did!


I just know I will love doing it Mongol style, Chinggis!

Chinggis broke off from his carousing with Betty to turn his attention back to me.

"Just a taste of what is to come Betty Girl, I am not finished playing with Mule here, give me a minute it will be time for our Mongol ride soon enough!"

Betty left the cage to resume her spectator position to watch  the rapidly approaching climax of the match. 

"Now, get ready, Mule...I will literally milk every drop of semen out of your giant spitting cobra... that's right, I am going to milk every drop of cum out of your big throbbing balls....don't fight it...you know this is what you want!!!" the now fully recharged  Chinggis brags.  Then he shouted "Watch Betty! This loser Mule's going to cum..."   loudly. 

Betty watched wide eyed:   "Aaaargh! You bastard!" I was howling.  "Fuck you! Urrgh!"  Your Mule was thrashing helpless in Chinggis's grip. I was unable to offer any resistance.  I screamed obscenities as I felt the hot liquid rising from my balls and into my cock.   Your Mule tried to flail about wildly but was held in Chinggis's vise-like grip.


You lost! And since you lost, YOU'RE GONNA PAY!

"Yeah, you almost had me Mule!" Chinggis calmly asserted. "But You didn't practice what you preached. You didn't finish me when you could have. You fucked up by not jumping me when you had the advantage and then keep jumping me until I was no longer a threat!!!" " His coolness and confidence was now becoming arrogance and conceit . "So now, I am going to win this fight..That's right Mule! You lost!" And since you lost, YOU'RE GONNA PAY!"

The  young muscle stud on top of me then leans so his lips are right next to my ear, and whispers the next part so low that only I can hear him, "Because, Mule... I'm claiming your hot ass as my prize, bitch-boy. First I will victory fuck Betty. And then I will send her on her way so you and I will have our private time...then I will  victory fuck you doggy style with my long Mongolian dick  till you love me, and after you love me I will leave you and break your heart, phuk-boy..."

"Fuck you, asshole!"
 I shouted in frustration at my predicament.

"No...you are the one that's going to get fucked...You mad cause you thought you were gonna win, huh, Mule? I got to admit that me getting fucked by your python would not have been fun ... Just like it won't be fun for you getting fucked by my equally huge cock... but now you just need to reeellllaaaxxx..... There is nothing you can do to stop me, so calm down and learn to enjoy it, fuck-toy. Your ass is mine now, pretty boy. Just be patient, we will get to your deflowering  soon enough. You know you will love it. But I gots to fuck Betty first.  Don't worry, I will have plenty left over for you, baby..." gloated  the cool and confident Chinggis  still in a low whisper as he continued to stroke my leaking shaft.  Fuck, I was hoping this  was just more of his recently acquired trash-talk skills, but from his  tone  he was sure as fuck  sounding as serious as a fucking heart attack. 

"Just look at your girl, Betty.  She's glad I'm the winner." the Mongol muscle-god bragged. "She can't wait for me to piston fuck her with my huge slab of man meat. I will spit her in half with my huge Mongol spear.  She's longing for it almost as much as you are..."   Once again I had forgot all about Betty!  The strong hand that was expertly milking my salami sized dick had made it difficult to think about anything.  Except how good it felt to be jacked-off by this uber hot muscle stud. 

 "Give it up, Mule!" Chinggis taunts. "You can't hold out! You know you wanna cum. Give it up to me!  Cum on Mule, let's see that thick and juicy 9" cock shoot off!" 

"ONE!" Chinggis starts jerking my fully erect cock. "TWO!" The big man jerks harder and faster. I start moaning as he works my big dick as I lie under him. My breathing speeds up and my dick contracts. I feel the cum rising up my shaft.  My grunts turn into rapid peels of moans and groans as I am brought to the point of explosion

"THREE!" As soon as the hot Asian beefcake dominator counts me out, I shoot, spraying  load after load of white hot jizz   in the air and all over his pumping arm and my torso and rock hard abs. My liquid submission flows as Chinggis squeezes my cock brutally  and my body writhes and bucks with the intensity of my orgasm until my bull sized balls are drained and my stallion sized cock is  soft  in his tight grip.

"You lost, big boy..." Chinggis says smugly, stating the obvious.

When he's done, the big man releases me. He grabs my hair and forces me to sit up. Chinggis brings my mouth to his arm. Under the threat of more ball torture, he makes me clean my loser cum from his sweaty bicep. Next, I'm forced to lick more loser cum off his forearm then his hand. I'm forced to swallow my own cum as he slides in behind me. I feel his bulging bicep as his  arm wraps around my head for a sleeper.   “Oh yeah, feel this big man?” Chinggis crowed as he jammed his hard package up against my ass, making sure I felt his massive throbbing cock. I groaned.   " Yeah, you want my cock in you bad, don't you phaggot? I knew it." he chuckled. 


 sleeper hold!!!


I'm claiming your hot ass as my prize


. . .when you wake up it will be beneath me and Betty as we do a
 saddle ride, astride our favorite equine mount, you, Mule...

I struggle to resist, trying to pry his arm off me. Chinggis slowly tightens his grip, as I try to push up. A cocky Chinggis purred into my ear, “It’s been fun, big boy, but it’s time to end this.  Betty is awaiting!. . . but I betcha see me in yer wet dreams.”    Then after a moment’s hesitation, and evil laugh as he taunted  “. . . next time you see me will be when you wake up beneath me and Betty as we do a saddle ride, astride our favorite equine mount, you, Mule...”


It’s been fun, big boy, but it’s time for me to end it!. . .

Chinggis has put me in a sleeper hold, and as all is fading to black.  I fight valiantly, but the outcome is never in doubt.  I have already lost the match and now I am about to lose my pride.   The Mule has been out-wrestled and dominated.   My defeated body finally goes limp in his sleeper.  Chinggis had tamed the Mule with  low blows to the  groin and  dominated our hero. The Mule  had been  used and abused and decisively defeated!

There's a new top dog in town...

When I woke up, I was under Chinggis and Betty, mounted just as Chinggis had said I would be. I was the bottom wrestler getting ridden by Chinggis and his huge package.   Chinggis was giving Betty a Mongol saddle ride while jerking me off so that he would make BOTH of us come.


Mongol Style!


The intense fucking between the high energy Chinggis and the nymphomaniacal Betty was going at a frenzied clip.   But as hot as it was to watch through my groggy haze, my concussed brain soon drifted back into  unconscious again.


I have never fucked a Mongol before...I wonder if it true that 
once you go Mongol...

Hell yeah!


The Winner...in every way!

As I lay  mounted and unconscious under Chinggis, I had a very strange dream of Mongolia, where I  was a horse being ridden by the most fearsome  warrior in Mongolian history, the great Chinggis Khan,


Gather the horde!  There is raping and pillaging to do!

What say you my faithful steed?

I neighed a Where them sloots at?

Hell yeah!  We have some conquering to do!!!


My eyes open and I slowly start to focus.  I am still in the ring, laid out on my back.  I sit up and look around.  I don't see anyone. I get to my feet.  No sign of Chinggis, but I am still disoriented from being Sleepered out and my strange dream while I was unconscious.   Suddenly I see Chinggis appear in my peripheral vision to my left. Before I can react the big Mongolian makes like an American football star and makes  a devastating side spear directly to my ribs. I felt like I had been T-boned by a semi-truck.  I collapse to the floor with a scream of pain clutching my ribs.

"Hot damn – I've always wanted to do that!" Chinggis cheered. 

"Fuck!!! " I groan.  "I think you broke my ribs!!!

"Think?? Let's make sure!!!"  Chinggis laughs as he stomped over to my helpless body.  Reaching one arm under my neck and the other arm under one of my thick legs, the Mongolian strongman deadlifted  lifted my bodybuilder carcass off the mat and slammed me down ribs-first across his knee. I let out a scream with  what little air I had left.  There was no doubt now, the  destructive impact from the maneuver had caved in the left side of my ribcage.

"WOOOOOOO!!!" Chinggis shouted  after the second impact. "THAT was awesome!" he said as he towered over me and  engaged in some self-congratulatory flexing and a series of nude poses over my broken body.   All I could do  was lay at his feet, curled up in the fetal position, clutching my ribs.   I felt excruciating pain if I tried  to move or if I tried to  breathe. “Yeaaaaah. Look at this shit. Look at this shit!” Chinggis snarled  as he admired his guns. “You’ve got NOTHING on this! You’re right where you belong – groveling at my feet.” 

"Betty couldn't wait around for you to wake up. She left after I fucked her. Too bad didn't get to see your final destruction and humiliation. Maybe it's just as well.  Probably too violent for a woman to see..." 

"Now get up,  Mule!" Chinggis ordered with a sneer. 


I had no choice. Unable to rise without assistance, the only way to get to my feet was to use Chinggis' body for support. I reached out and placed one arm around Chinggis! 's ankle, then, as best as my broken ribs would allow, reached out with my other arm and grasped Chinggis' mighty calf muscle to pull myself closer to Chinggis'  body.  Chinggis  stood with his fists clenched at his sides staring down at me, his muscular abdomen expanding and contracting significantly as he prepared himself to finish me off. 


"Up!" Chinggis commanded as he waved his arms upward, prompting me to climb. "C'mon... get up," he ordered. 

I continued to slowly and gingerly scale Chinggis' mountain-like body, holding my aching ribs as best I could while doing so. My face was red and my eyes glassy and distant, and I breathed through puffed cheeks to ward off the pain. I eventually reached Chinggis’ gargantuan quadricep muscles and the magnificent piece of meat that dangled between them.  Despite my pain,  I recognized how fitting it was that such thick quads would have such a thick cock between them because a dick of normal girth would look completely out of proportion compared to the size of Chinggis’ enormous legs.

With a sadistic grin, Chinggis spread his arms, inviting me to continue his ascent. 

Next I reached Chinggis' chiseled abdomen, resting my head against it for a moment, riding it up and down with Chinggis' breathing. I once  observed Chinggis' protruding bellybutton and momentarily  wondered why I found it so fascinating. 


I then reached up and grabbed hold of the solid pecs of my conqueror, dragging my face, lips, and lolling tongue across one of Chinggis' erect nipples. 

Finally, Mule reached the thick shoulders and neck of the hunky muscle  stud, using them to pull himself to his feet.  This  Mongolian Prince must be  an Asian Muscle God reincarnated.

"I'm going make sure you NEVER forget this!" Chinggis growled before wrapping his powerful arms in a bearhug around me. I whimpered like an abused puppy dog when he did even tho he had not yet began to squeeze.  "I will CRUSH YOU, big man! I will crush all these big muscles of yours into pulp! And squeeze until your broken ribs puncture your lungs You may die in these arms this day, Mule.." Chinggis threatened. I tried screaming for help  but could not draw enough breath to do so. 

My perfect physique and mighty body were failing me. I was about to be squeezed into submission by my equally muscular but even  stronger adversary. I tried to summon the will to fight back, but  felt  helpless in Chinggis grasp. 

Chinggis pulled his head back to look me in the eyes.  "You feel that, big man?"  Chinggis hissed into my face. "That feeling of pain?  That feeling of hopelessness? That's the feeling of your inevitable defeat at my hands. Your downfall!"  Chinggis spit in my face, and then leaned his head forward until our foreheads and noses were touching.  I looked down at our sweaty, heaving chests mashed together by the hold and observed the swell and pump the match had given our upper bodies.  I could feel Chinggis' hot breath against my chin and neck. Chinggis is right. I can barely ....catch my... breath! My ribs are broken.  He has pounded me into a pulp. My legs feel like rubber.  Everything is spinning ....I can't think straight! I am no match for him!  I'm finished... I can't take anymore...I have nothing left ... he has beaten me....I'm done.  He won. 


"This is the feeling of going up against someone who’s superior to you and realizing just how inferior you are! You thought you were so strong, but your arrogance was your undoing! Chinggis continued, speaking directly into my face as his forehead and nose remained in contact with mine. “I'm  stronger than you! But you  do look amazing when you’re hurting!" he added, watching his rival wince in pain as he tightened his hug around my thick, sweaty torso. The lubrication between our bodies allowed Chinggis to slide his arms even more around my thick chest while his own arms swelled like a python squeezing its prey. 


I began to go limp in Chinggis’ powerful grip. Chinggis, however, refused to relinquish his hold, and as I started to sink to the mat, Chinggis held me on my feet in   his crushing embrace. "That’s right, give up. Succumb to my power. Show how much weaker you are than me," Chinggis said, pulling my body into him even tighter while he rested his chin on my big shoulder. "These muscles of mine,” he spoke softly in Mule's ear, “these huge arms you feel around you aren't just crushing your ribs; I am mentally demoralizing you as I physically defeat you!"

I moaned in pain and exhaustion as I tried to survive in Chinggis' Herculean bearhug.  But Chinggis' previous attacks on my ribs took their toll, with my broken ribs It won't be long now... we both know I am done.

"Here it comes!" I think as I feel Chinggis begin to  bear down  harder on his squeeze. I am weakening.  I leaned heavily into Chinggis embrace, my arms dangling at my sides and my mouth slightly agape and drooling. I rested my head on Chinggis'  shoulder as my eyes started to flutter and my tongue began to loll. My breaths slowly became more shallow.  Chinggis cinched his bearhug in tighter, driving our thick chests and erect nipples together and causing me to grimace and toss my head back in pain. Chinggis looked into my face as I started to fade into oblivion.

Feeling the conscious  leaving  me, I instinctively  tried one last escape tactic by flexing my pec muscles  as hard as he could, swelling my chest to try to loosen his grip.  In response, Chinggis tightened his bearhug, refusing to let my last-ditch effort keep him from his prize.  Chinggis  was going to prove he was the stronger man by squeezing his musclestud rival out, 

I thrashed about, arms and legs flailing as I searched for any means of escape, my screams muffled by Chinggis' sweaty and heavily muscled chest. Staring unblinking at the ceiling, Chinggis maintained his bearhug as my struggles became more feeble and eventually ceased. Only when he felt my big body go completely limp – all except for my  rock-hard mule - cock did Chinggis finally release the bearhug. 

Unconscious, I slid down Chinggis' magnificent physique to the floor. Chinggis reached down and lifted one of my massive arms. He then let go of the limb, which dropped to the mat. "One..." he said. Once again, Chinggis raised my mighty appendage and let it go, receiving the same result. "Two..." he counted. He raised his powerful adversaries arm a third time. Chinggis released my arm again, which hit the mat with a thud. "Three,"   It was done.  Chinggis had  defeated the Mule!


 "YEEAAAAHH!!!" Chinggis shouted in triumph! 

While Mule laid unconscious, Chinggis took time to admire his victim's incredible physique. He’d never wrestled anyone as muscular as the Mule before.  He stared down at Mule's massive back and gigantic glutes in amazement. "You sure do have a nice ass, Mule.  It's a shame I'm am going to  have to split it in two with my big cock."   He began to knead and fondle the American's bodybuilder  ass through his thin wresting  trunks.  Mule's fantastic gluteal muscles were far too large and well developed to be contained by the skimpy spandex speedo, leaving at least a quarter of his ass checks bare. "It's a good thing I'm 10.5" inches because I'm am going to need every one of ‘em just to get past these huge haunches of yours!" 

"I sure am gonna enjoy fucking this!" he said to an unresponsive Mule, gently patting his butt. 










  

   





As I started to rouse for a second time, I feel my bed beneath me, smell Mongolian BBQ from a to-go container on the night table, and I hear a buzzing in my ear... from my alarm clock... the History channel is on the television with some story asking the critical question 'Did temporal-warping Aliens help the Mongolians conquer a great empire?'




I groggily hit the snooze button and roll my face back into the pillow...just then my cell rings with my mom's ringtone. I answer, still drowsy...

"Yo ma..."

"Honey, there is a favor I need you to do for me, there is this exchange student from Mongolia who will be coming to Colorado..."





 Déjà vu...holy GROUNDHOG DAY, Batman!

Current Score:

MONGOLIA: 2
              USA: 0







END NOTES:
* for edumucational porpoises, 
it really not a rule that you have to break when you're against the cage, in fact fighters use pinning the opponent to the fence as a common attack, but in sparring as opposed to a match, you usually just break when one in pinned to the fence, hence Chinggis's confusion.

** Of course East Asians are no more 'yellow' than Native Americans are 'red', or Caucasians are actually 'white', it is merely used as a shorthand here for differentiating between the subtle difference in skin tone between Mule and Chinggis.

Thus ends the Mongolian Trilogy...Will Chinggis be back in the future? Well, he is still attending school here in Colorado, so I can always ring him up to go on more adventures if there is interest.  Let us know in the comment section.

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