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continued from Lair of the Ivory King
MULEZAN AND THE EVIL HUNTER
and a reader Suggestion by TheRockTarzan
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| Jacob van Rijswijck, The Hunter |
The world is made up of two classes - the hunters and the huntees.
― Richard Connell, The Most Dangerous Game
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| The Hunter's Camp |
THE HUNTER
Who was the Hunter?
The simple answer, he was Jacob van Rijswijck. Jacob van Rijswijck was born in Belgium, the product of the one night union
between a circus strongman and a ballet dancer.
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| PaPa van Rijswijck |
Even as a boy he exhibited extraordinary athleticism. By age 18, he had given up team sports in favor of prize fighting, a sport that better suited his aggressive nature, individualism, his love of fighting and for which he had a natural gift. Today BARE knuckle fighting is a shady and largely illegal underground sport which sees former convicts and enormous hard men battle it out until they can't stand. But at the time of our story, such fighting was the norm. Boxing matches in this era were gruesome and not for the fainthearted. The ultimate rule was to “fight until you can’t carry on” and the more blood the better.
Unfortunately for young Jacob, one of his opponents died in the ring during a vicious and unsanctioned match, beaten to death by his fists. Fearing criminal prosecution, he fled to Africa, where male specimens with hard muscled bodies were welcome as mercenaries, with no questions asked. After a few years fighting as a mercenary, Jacob found a more lucrative endeavor in poaching, which he supplemented with a side business, the highly illegal slave trade. The diamond mines needed labor, and didn't ask questions. Jacob's greed got the better of him, though. Soon his dealing in the slave trade had him dealing with Arab slavers taking the labor OUT of the Congo, and this drain of labor became too big for the authorities, no matter how well paid, to continue to ignore. Jacob was arrested for human trafficking, and imprisoned. Our story starts after Jacob is released, after only 4 years of his 20 year sentence, due to the intervention and influence of Commandant Léon Fiévez, who had the need of a man with Jacob's unique talents.
MULEZAN ON THE MOVE!
Deep in the jungle, the animals were anxious as the most powerful beast in the jungle passed by. Birds scattered from the perches. Bushbuck antelopes scurried for cover. The leopards suspended their hunt and looked up into the trees, but before they could even raise their heads, whatever had caused the disturbance was gone.
Despite their anxiety, the animals had nothing to fear, for it was no beast, but instead it was only Mulezan, Lord of the Jungle, who raced by at an impossible pace. Mulezan made his way toward the Tmembe savanna to the east of the Ukotho valley. The safari drums had told him of a poacher devastating the land.
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| Mulezan races through the Jungle |
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| The Jungle Drums report a Hunter killing animals that are under Mulezan's protection |
Mulezan was white with rich tanned skin, earned from a lifetime in the outdoors. He was tall and big - 6'3" and 260 lbs. His body was a perfect, efficient machine, ready for anything. Mulezan could wrestle with the strongest creatures in the jungle. He was capable of quick bursts of tremendous power, but could also run through the jungle for a whole day without tiring.
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| Mulezan, Lord of the Jungle |
Mulezan’s face was handsome - classic in shape with a square jaw and prominent cheekbones. He had short, dirty blond hair and stubble for a beard. He had to both cut his hair and shave with a knife, which explained the messy look, but Mulezan cared not about appearances. Whenever he encountered white people from the outside, they marveled at him, treating him like a man-god, but he did not know, what was considered good-looking or ugly among these strange folks - Mulezan just knew what he was among the apes, an ugly, nearly hairless freak.
Mulezan wore only a small loincloth that rode high at the back, was thin over the hips and sagged very low at the front from the weight of his substantial package. All Mulezan’s clothes were cut from beasts that had attacked him. Mulezan was defender of the jungle, but was no vegan pacifist. When attacked, he struck back with deadly precision and ferocity.
He carried two weapons - a knife and a bow. The knife hung on his right hip and the bow and small, flat quiver of arrows were slung over his right shoulder. The flat quiver was streamlined so it would not interfere with his swimming. The bow and quiver strap cut tightly across his chest and emphasized the power contained in his rock hard pecs.
Mulezan practically flew through the jungle, his mighty arms clutching the vines as he swung from tree to tree. Mulezan was not being careful - he would let go of one vine before grabbing another, flying free through the air. One false move and Mulezan would be seriously injured, but his experience gave him total confidence in his abilities. When he reached grassy areas, his massive legs would move like the wind, carrying him across the expanse of the African savanna. He came on a hunter encampment, but it was abandoned, the Hunter having moved on already. But he noticed a set of tracks of a man leading a horse leading from the encampment to the jungle. A target of opportunity! He followed the tracks back into the jungle, swinging through the trees.
When he was a few miles back into the forest, he heard shots ring out! Mulezan easily pinpointed their location - they were to the north and west, near the great bend of the river. He changed directions and swung to the ground. He ran through the dense jungle, his body cutting through the jungle like a machete.
MEANWHILE, AT THE HUNTER'S CAMP
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| The Hunter preferred his sex rough and raw! |
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| Unlike the whores back home, the native women were not rife with venereal disease! |
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| After all plundering the Congo was what this colonial enterprise was all about! |
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| Unlike white women, she could handle a big cock |
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| These savages trained their women well |
The Hunter had struggled back into his clothes. He came out slowly from his tent, stretching and yawning, his muscles flexing and bulging, giving a view of his astounding physique. The Hunter was as built as Mulezan. Just as strong in body as the legendary Jungle Lord. He stood outside the tent with a cigarette. He had been a cigar man, but had recently taken to this newly fashionable trend in tobacco. Rolling cigarettes had become part of his post-coitus ritual. The woman had done her best to tire him out. There was something special about having a black savage at your bidding in your bed. They seemed to have been trained to show appreciation for what they got. Or at least they were smart enough to feign it. Plus no annoying post-intercourse chatter requiring him to back hand the bish to get some reflective piece He took another unsatisfying drag on his cigarette and slung the butt to the ground.
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| The Hunter stood outside his tent |
He stood outside the entrance of the tent, lost in his thoughts.
The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck, was the very definition of masculinity. He was incredibly rugged, with tanned, weathered skin and a killer smile. Physically, he was a tall man, standing six feet tall and weighed over 250 lbs. Jacob was a champion prize fighter in his native country, but after he killed a man in the ring in an unsanctioned, underground match, he fled the country fearing criminal charges might be filed. He had originally come to Africa as a mercenary in the Boer War. However, he soon found that the illegal, but lucrative trades were far more profitable.
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| The mines and rubber plantations were hungry for labor! |
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| Recruitment of such labor required only results, questions were never asked. |
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| Natives were captured and sold for profit to the mines and the rubber plantations as de facto slave labor |
Everything in The Hunter’s world got reduced to money. Soon, he began to dabble in the highly illegal slave trade. Men, family men, fathers of children, were just chattels to The Hunter’s greed. They were captured and sold for profit to the mines and the rubber plantations as slave labor. It made a lucrative alternative to big game hunting and the trade in ivory. However the Fleming's greed knew no bounds. Soon he began to more than just "dabble" in the slave trade, and his human trafficking activities became too extensive for even the corrupt and well bribed authorities to ignore, particularly as he sold his captives more and more to foreign markets and enterprises that competed for labor with Belgian colonial endeavors.
He was arrested and tried for his crimes. And despite some key witnesses going mysteriously missing before his trial, he was convicted and sentenced for his crimes. The Hunter got the worst prison in the land. The Authorities wanted to make an example of him! It looked like the end of Jacob van Rijswijck!
While the prison was hell, the years of hard labor had forged him into the man he was today. He was a white man in a black man's prison. He knew that he had to become a physical threat if he was to have any chance to survive in prison. Building a body that these savages would fear to take on was his only hope. He’d watched the men in the chain gang, as they headed off to work. Big muscled men heaving giant hammers at the rocks all day. Sweat flowing, bodies grunting. Muscle stacking up on muscle with every hour. But he had seen what this work had done for them. Man, did it work. These men were huge.
In the prison yard, for the three hours before lock-up for the night, a handful of men sweated and strained under rusty barbells. A half dozen muscle-obsessed black dick-heads grunted out their exertions pushing iron. They were huge enormously muscled body-builders. Jacob had found his role models, he set out to be like them. Every day, Jacob was working alongside these mountains of muscle swinging his hammer, grunting with every blow, body juddering with every impact. Sweat flowing, bodies grunting. Muscle stacking up on muscle with every hour. And building confidence as he put on muscle. He also pumped iron religiously. It no longer hurt like crazy when he heaved up the weights even after a torturous day hefting his hammer. Soon he sported the deep tan that comes with construction work every day in the sun, his torso had filled out. Solid arms, a broad muscled chest, a ripped set of steel hard abs and his shoulders a mile wide. Jacob was pure muscle, and testosterone-packed male virility. Now statue-like perfection, Jacob had done what he set out to do. He became the strongest man in the prison.With his size, smarts, and fighting skills and charisma, it had only taken Jacob a little over a year, to be effectively running the prison. The guards deferred to him, and the warden was slurping his big cock daily. The muscle-head Jacob oozed the kind of conceit that only men of incredible muscularity and unbelievable good looks carried.
Jacob was released, after only 4 years of his 20 year sentence, due to the intervention and influence of Commandant Léon Fiévez, who had the need of a man with Jacob's unique talents. So Jacob stayed in Africa when he left the prison, and ostensibly resumed being a big game hunter and animal trapper, while secretly doing clandestine dirty jobs for Léon Fiévez in the Congo Free State. Not that he didn't enjoy the work, he just hated being beholden to ANYONE, especially not a pencil-neck like Commissioner Fiévez! The Hunter was solid muscle from head to toe. His incredible strength and physique had been honed by by four years of pounding sledgehammers into near unyielding rock doing hard labor in a colonial prison, and now he longed to only serve himself, hiring himself out to whoever paid the most. And that turned out to be Commandant Léon Fiévez, who paid very handsomely for the special jobs that required complete discretion.
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| Mulezan confronts the Hunter |
THE KING OF THE JUNGLE CONFRONTS THE HUNTER
The Hunter still carried out his own enterprises, and one of them was the Ivory Trade, which ran him afoul of Mulezan, king of the Jungle. 12 elephants lay dead, an entire herd, they were harvested for their tusks and some bush meat was taken for the road, but most was left for the vultures and the other scavengers. The elephant was critical to the health of the ecosystem, and such wanton slaughter put nature out of balance. Not to mention, the elephants were Mulezan's friends.
The Hunter took a good look at this ape-man that had suddenly appeared to confront him in his own camp. He knew it was Mulezan by the loincloth and the physical condition of his body. This Mulezan looked like he could take care of himself. He was impressive, deep grooves of cleavage in a powerfully built chest. Strong legs yet lean muscled, tight sculpted stomach. Just like the stories said. A physique as impressive as The Hunter's himself. "Fuck he's a big one," The Hunter thought. He would love to wrestle him one-on-one to submission, just HIM and the legend of the jungle.
With the professional interest of an ex-slaver, The Hunter found himself assessing the value of this savage. The Hunter’s eyes gobbled at Mulezan’s physique. Man if only he was black, he would be worth a price to his old buddies among the Arab-traders or to the Rubber plantations! Thick strong neck, powerful hard-working muscle on square-cut shoulders. He’d have got a good price in the past for just such a stud. The Hunter’s eyes gave him the professional once-over. In a flash, his eyes saw the muscled chest, the thickness of the shoulders, the tight ridges on that stomach. Cash-registers chinked in The Hunter’s head. Shit, a century and a half ago this one would fetch a good price on the auction block of Tunis, thought The Hunter. However the global dominance of European powers had put an end to the market for those with white skin. He imagined a melanin-enhanced Mulezan. The devastating good looks, the muscle-stacked-upon-muscle. That haughty pride in his manful superiority. Just the sort of prime stallion some buyers craved. Automatically the starting price was set high. But that was in a former life.
"I have heard of you, Jacob van Rijswijck. You deserve the most severe Jungle Justice for what you have done. You have slaughtered animals for trophies and trinkets, rather than for food. You have brutalized the Congo with murder and slavery. Stole fathers away, sold bread-winners into slavery first for far off lands, and then to rubber plantations and mines, to feed your insatiable mzungu thirst for pretty things. I do not like what you Belgians do to the Congo which you claim is yours, but which you have stolen. How many families weep for their lost members, how many hands have been cut off, or ears sliced because proud peoples would not passively submit to your rule? I would kill you now, if I did not think innocents would be slaughtered in retribution!” Mulezan resented the fact that justice had not been done.
"This quest for what you call 'profit' is simply obscenity, we have what we need in the Ukotho, why should we want more?" snorted Mulezan disdainfully.
"It is our ambition for more than we just need, that makes US the rulers, and your tribesmen the ruled!" retorted The Hunter
"The Ukotho is still free, and will be as long as I am Mulezan!"
"You are what we call an anachronism, Mulezan. I see the word confuses you. It means the time of you and your friends have passed, a new world has dawned, it is a world for men like me, a man with ambition, a man of power, a man not afraid to get his hands dirty, a man who does not scorn profit because of the weakness men call principles." spat the man of Flanders, scornfully.
"The world is one of commodities, for sale or trade, and labor is just another trade. Ivory, skins, horns, even some live specimens for zoos, these mean nothing more to me than coin. The Belgians seek to sell rubber, and I see coin in it for me. What I do is profitable and thanks to Léon Fiévez, even my most unsavory acts these days have official sanction. It's a Business, apeman. Someone’s gonna do it. Why not me? It's all legal, I got a license and permits, everything is in order. Your welcome to look at my paperwork.”
"I don't care what kind of papers you have. Those may mean something in Boma, but not here in the Ukotha. Here, Mulezan protects the animals in his lands. This is a sanctuary for them under my protection. You have no right to hunt here. You shall not profit from the slaughter you have wrought here, they will be given to the elephant spirits, and their ivory and bones made as offerings to the land you have offended. You will leave the Ukotha, never to return, on pain of death!"
The Hunter laughed at this threat. With the Hunter being heavily armed, it would have been fool hardy for Mulezan to take any action other than the Ultimatum that he had given. Mulezan returned to the jungle, but did not go far. The Hunter knew that Mulezan would be back, and also knew there was a bounty on the Jungle Lord, Mulezan's predictability would enable Jacob to set traps for this nuisance, and would bring the Belgian great profit!
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| You will go, and never return! |
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| I see you have also had a taste of Chief Ruoli's daughter, Msuta. Send her away from you, Ruoli is a good man. His daughter deserves better than you! |
MULEZAN GETS THE JUMP ON THE HUNTER
Mulezan circled the entire camp area and disabled all the snares he found. He pissed on the edges of all the pit traps so any animal coming by would smell the piss and move around the area, clear of the trap. Next, Mulezan executed his plan to get the drop on the heavily armed Hunter. The Hunter's camp was by the bank of the river. The Hunter would be expecting Mulezan to come by land, and would be waiting for him. But the keen Mulezan used the river to get the drop on him.
Meanwhile, the Hunter sent Msuta on her way and his native bearers back to their villages. He wanted no witnesses to what he had planned to happen next. He fully expected Mulezan to return to enforce his order to leave. In fact, this hunting expedition into Mulezan's protected domain was a deliberate provocation in the hopes of drawing Mulezan out. Unknown to all, Léon Fiévez had made the Hunter an offer he could not refuse, to remove Mulezan as an obstacle to Belguim rule and as a thorn in the commandant's side. Thus the Hunter waited with anticipation for Mulezan to return. With the crocodile infested river to his back, and the quick sand bog to his south, there was only one direction the Mulezan could come from, and that was straight out of the jungle. Or so he thought.
Instead, Mulezan proceeded two miles north of the Hunter's camp, until he reached the Ukothe-Luaba, a tributary of the mighty Congo river, he dove forward without missing a beat. His smooth body cut through the water and his arms and legs worked to power him through the water like the fastest Olympic swimmer.
Mulezan's massive chest was heaving rapidly, his body glistening with perspiration. The incredible pace and fighting the strong river currents during his two mile swim had taken a toll on him.
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| Mulezan was a powerful and agile swimmer! |
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| The natives sometimes wondered if he was part crocodile! |
Mulezan swam underwater for the last two minutes, and rose to the surface. When he came up, he was directly behind The Hunter on horseback, who was facing the other way, unaware of the muscled threat lurking behind him. The hunter shot a monkey out of a tree, then dismounted to collect his kill. Mulezan jumped from the water with the stealth and quickness of a river crocodile, and had his knife at the throat of The Hunter before he knew what was happening.
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| The Hunter was facing the other way, unaware of Mulezan lurking behind him |
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| The Hunter, who was facing the other way, was unaware of the muscled threat lurking behind him |
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| Mulezan jumped from the water with the stealth and quickness of a river crocodile... |
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| ...and had his knife at the throat of The Hunter before he knew what was happening |
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| Mulezan gets the drop on the Hunter |
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| Mulezan has his knife at the throat of the Hunter |
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| Didn't I warn you what would happen if you didn't leave? |
The Hunter was amoral and would do anything for a buck. He had been paid handsomely to pursue Mulezan, and will garner even more gold, for delivering the head of Mulezan to the Belgian rogue: Léon Fiévez. He had expected to lure Mulezan into a trap, he had not counted on Mulezan traveling by the river and Mulezan getting the drop on HIM. The Hunter had hunted human game before, and to be caught unawares like this, was for him unprecedented. He had set his traps and snares, and done his reconnaissance and gathered intelligence among the natives, there was no way Mulezan should have gotten the jump on him, but he had!
But even though Mulezan was big and muscular, and held a knife to his throat, the Hunter felt no fear, or panic. He had been there before, and knew himself, and just what he was capable of. The Hunter plotted his next move carefully. Mulezan was powerful, but the super-confident van Rijswijck knew he was smarter and he also believed that he was even stronger and a better fighter than the Ape Man. Opponents built like a Mulezan were unusual, and he looked forward to taking the feral savage down. He was completely confident of his chances in a one-on-one against Mulezan. Mulezan knew that the Hunter was extremely strong and very dangerous, but he had never encountered a mzungu quite like Jacob van Rijswijck before, and hadn't an inkling of what he had gotten himself into.
THE DUEL OF DESTINY
In his right hand, Mulezan held his knife to the throat of his adversary, pressed hard enough, that the skin had already been pierced releasing the tiniest trickle of blood.
But Jacob knew muscle-freaks like Mulezan always came with an attitude. So incredibly cock-sure of themselves because of the way they were built, rippling brick walls of muscle in a solid abdomen and giant slabs for pecs. Jacob knew from his own experience, that men of such extraordinary physique, were used to people stepping out of their way, used to being deferred to... feeling in control. Like they knew all that muscle-power of theirs could face anyone down. They’d spent their strong lives so in charge of their bodies and those around them, that nothing was too much for them to take on. Men such a they were used to ruling the roost; thinking themselves the best; calling the shots. Jacob himself was a man like that. "But unlike this jungle primitive, I have intellect, I can see this deficiency in myself and others, and use this self-knowledge to my advantage" the cocky Belgian thought.
The over confident apeman didn't realize the full extent of the Hunter's power. Mulezan would soon know he was facing an opponent just as muscular and as strong as himself. The superior male was going to enjoy beating the apeman into submission. He would physically defeat and mentally demoralize Mulezan.
So Jacob knew this was his chance to use Mulezan's ego against him…Mulezan was just the kind, an over-muscled meat-head so sold on the superiority of the muscles, that meeting up with a likely rival, he could not stop himself from being gloated into giving up his advantage.
"So what're you gonna do? Slide that knife across the throat of an unarmed man? Or perhaps plunge it into my chest and rip out my heart and eat it, to give you some much needed courage!" The Hunter spread his arms wide, providing a wide-open target. In his right hand, Mulezan pulled back his knife a bit from the throat, now unsure of himself, but still, prepped and ready to use the blade. Jacob smiled when the pressure against his throat eased, knowing that he was having the expected results on the primitive's mind. The Hunter subtly flexed his muscles as an extra taunt to Mulezan.
"So you are going to use your knife against an unarmed man? I thought the King of the Jungle would be more noble and less cowardly!" The Hunter sneered. "Can’t take me like a man, Mulezan, eh?” came the Hunter's oily taunt. “You are afraid to face me as an equal. Man-on-man. You have to have that knife, huh? Is that the only way you can take my powerful muscleS on? So the fearless and mighty Mulezan is really just a coward...”
A light smile had played on the Hunter's’s face, when Mulezan released him. He turned, with a sneer on his lips, and stood massive chest to massive chest with the Jungle Lord. Mulezan could feel the hot sweep of his opponent's breath.
"Chose your weapon, then" Mulezan growls back.
"I dont need weapons. My hands are the only weapons I use! Muscle against muscle - no more no less!" was the Hunter's confident reply. “
"So what're you gonna do? Slide that knife across the throat of an unarmed man? Or perhaps plunge it into my chest and rip out my heart and eat it, to give you some much needed courage!" The Hunter spread his arms wide, providing a wide-open target. In his right hand, Mulezan pulled back his knife a bit from the throat, now unsure of himself, but still, prepped and ready to use the blade. Jacob smiled when the pressure against his throat eased, knowing that he was having the expected results on the primitive's mind. The Hunter subtly flexed his muscles as an extra taunt to Mulezan.
"So you are going to use your knife against an unarmed man? I thought the King of the Jungle would be more noble and less cowardly!" The Hunter sneered. "Can’t take me like a man, Mulezan, eh?” came the Hunter's oily taunt. “You are afraid to face me as an equal. Man-on-man. You have to have that knife, huh? Is that the only way you can take my powerful muscleS on? So the fearless and mighty Mulezan is really just a coward...”
A light smile had played on the Hunter's’s face, when Mulezan released him. He turned, with a sneer on his lips, and stood massive chest to massive chest with the Jungle Lord. Mulezan could feel the hot sweep of his opponent's breath.
"Chose your weapon, then" Mulezan growls back.
"I dont need weapons. My hands are the only weapons I use! Muscle against muscle - no more no less!" was the Hunter's confident reply. “
“Throw away that knife. Let’s fight like real men!” the Hunter challenged.
The Hunter's’s eyes strayed over Mulezan’s defiant face, intently he matching each other glare-for-glare.The ape-man understood what the Hunter was saying. Mulezan was impressed. He was used to fighting white men carrying guns. This man must have confidence built from a thousand victories to face Mulezan exposed and unarmed. Or a fool.
The Hunter's’s eyes strayed over Mulezan’s defiant face, intently he matching each other glare-for-glare.The ape-man understood what the Hunter was saying. Mulezan was impressed. He was used to fighting white men carrying guns. This man must have confidence built from a thousand victories to face Mulezan exposed and unarmed. Or a fool.
"Yeah, This is between you and me, Mulezan. You and me, mano a mano, no weapons...Toss away your knife and face me in a physical contest of strength and raw dominance. Let's just beat the shit out of each other with just our bare hands" the Hunter challenged."Simple, huh?"
The Hunter stood with his chest nearly touching the ape-man's. He could feel the tension vibrating off Mulezan’s tense muscular front. Their eyes burned into each other, neither giving way and oozing defiance. Impressive, muscular, ready for a fight. This was how men like this proved themselves. No referees, no constraints. Just man-on-man aggression. Fiery stares, psyching each other out, not giving an inch, muscled attitude pouring out of every pore. Magnificent brutes that both knew this was about power and about control, the urge to dominate another man.
The Jungle King then fired the knife into the ground, landing it perfectly at the Hunter's feet. The Hunter's eyebrow rose at the perfect accuracy of the throw. His challenge had been accepted.
They would do this in the most basic way - just two warriors facing off to settle their differences. Both men were sure that he would be the winner.
“ You ain’t wearing nothing. Gimme a second to get some clothes off before we fight.” the rugged machismo stud said.
Mulezan snarled. He reached out and grabbed a hold of The Hunter’s shirt. Mulezan ripped the shirt off with one quick motion, revealing Jacob’s thick chest and eight pack abs. Mulezan had to admit, the Hunter's body was impressive -- on the same level as his own. Mulezan spoke, his own deep voice betraying the contempt he felt, “Is that better?”
" Yeah, now let me get my pants off," the Hunter said, stepping out his pants, stripping down to his sweat-stained briefs.
The two enormously muscled, predators oozed manly self-assurance from every pore. Both poised mountains of strength knew they were up against a supreme physical specimen. And Specimens like this just needed to show they were boss. They were like twin gladiators staring at the other's superbly muscled body.
Mulezan snarled. He reached out and grabbed a hold of The Hunter’s shirt. Mulezan ripped the shirt off with one quick motion, revealing Jacob’s thick chest and eight pack abs. Mulezan had to admit, the Hunter's body was impressive -- on the same level as his own. Mulezan spoke, his own deep voice betraying the contempt he felt, “Is that better?”
" Yeah, now let me get my pants off," the Hunter said, stepping out his pants, stripping down to his sweat-stained briefs.
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| The Hunter stripped down to his briefs in preparation for the fight with Mulezan |
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| ...hands on his hips, in a classic front lat spread bodybuilder pose |
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| Mulezan was facing an opponent just as big and as muscular as himself |
The Hunter put his hands on his hips, in a classic front lat spread bodybuilder pose. He flared his lats, deliberately emphasizing his bulging biceps. He tightened his muscled abs and a wall of concrete blocks appeared. His beefy pecs stood high and proud, his nipples erect with excitement and anticipation over facing such a supremely muscled physical specimen as Mulezan.The Hunter was giving Mulezan a full view of his broad muscled chest, and his narrow waist topped with a ripped set of abs. The Hunter was pure muscle and testosterone-packed male virility. As Mulezan’s eyes lighted on The Hunter's bare chested torso, the apeman took in van Rijswijck’s huge overhang of a body-builder’s chest and the muscled breadth of the Hunter’s shoulders. Mulezan could see the strength bursting to break free from the acres of muscle across the Hunter’s back. The Hunter's physique was more than a match for the heavily muscled brawny Jungle King. Jacob van Rijswijck had come prepared. His body was the only weapon that the Hunter needed. He’d be a match for Mulezan in any fight. Mulezan felt his own strength scrutinized, appraised. Dissected by a fighter who was easily his own equal. looked to be as strong as Mulezan. "It looks like this muscleman could give me a run for my money. He's no slouch, he looks to be as strong as me. I am going to need to keep the pressure up!" Mulezan thought.
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| The two enormously muscled combatants oozed manly self-assurance from every pore |
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| Are You Not Impressed? |
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| The Hunter's physique was more than a match for the heavily muscled brawny Jungle King |
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| So you're going to fight naked like a primitive savage? Then so will I... |
"So your going to fight naked like a primitive savage? Good! Then so will I! There is nothing more manly than fighting in the raw..." the Hunter stated, prickling with manful aggression. Mulezan was amazed. He had never meet a white man that offered to battle him naked, exposed and unarmed! The Hunter feared nothing, showing everything, exuding pride in his body, radiating superiority through his nakedness, wallowing in the full glory of his maleness. You couldn’t find a better collection of raw masculinity than the pairing of the Hunter and Mulezan. Slogging it out, naked. Perfect specimens stripped to the buff, just as in times long-gone, when men had regularly tested each other in such a manner. Man to man combat to prove who was best. One-on-one. A fight to the bitter end. Manliness bristling out of every pore, clothed only in male self-assurance.
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| The Hunter stripped off his briefs |
In one fluid motion the Hunter stripped off his briefs, tossing them away and exposing low-hanging balls the size of lemons and a colossal bull-sized cock, vascular and hard as the rest of his muscles. Undaunted and confident, the Hunter stood before Mulezan nude, nonchalantly indifferent to his nakedness. The Hunter's bronzed muscled backside had no tan-line. Fully naked, without his briefs, his six pack was revealed as a true 8-pack. He looked down at his abs and tensed them. All eight cylinders bunched into deep criss-crossed rows like the grill of a mack truck.
The gap down the center of his abs ran like a deep canyon, all the way down forming a arrow with his V lines pointing to the massive white cock jutting out from his huge balls. He was nude, fully confident in his strength, supremely comfortable in his manly nakedness.
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The Hunter stripped off his briefs, now both superbly
muscled men were naked. The two enormously muscled predators oozed manly self-assurance from every pore |
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| Let's get this over with, Mulezan said. The two supreme physical specimens were stripped to the buff for the Man to man combat to prove who was best |
"Are you up for a challenge? Do you fight for stakes?" asked the Belgian.
"Stakes?" queried Mulezan.
" The victor sodomizes the loser. If I win, I fuck you. If You win, You fuck me..." explained the Hunter. "Are you man enough to put your ass on the line, or are you a coward?"
"Loser gets fucked" Mulezan said boldly, accepting the challenge without a moment of hesitation.
The confident Mulezan had no doubt that he would win the fight, and then he would collect on the wager by taking this fool's ass. The Hunter would pay dearly for his arrogance.
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| Do you fight for stakes? asked the Belgian |
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| Loser gets fucked! |
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| Are you man enough to put this big beefy ass on the line? |
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| Challenge Accepted! Alpha male versus Alpha male - fighting for top |
Thus the two never defeated muscle studs who know they can beat anyone put their asses on the line in a loser gets fucked jungle match.
"You were a fool to throw away you knife, Mulezan. I am going to kill you. With my bare hands! I will beat you to death with just my naked fists!" The Hunter stated matter of factly. It was not a boast. Just a statement of what was going to occur.
The two muscle studs had a stare-down, gazing at each other, some overt flexing and posing, then the sizing up of each other. Both have got that pumped up feeling of invincibility from all that testosterone raging in their fat balls.
The fight is on!!!
Almost in the blink of an eye, time seemed to stand still. As if in slow motion, Mulezan saw the white man’s muscled arm snap back. For a split second, time froze. The big hand now was clenched into a hammer of an iron fist. He saw clearly veins pumped up on the solid muscle of his thick arms. Everything was magnified, like Mulezan was drugged. The forearm turned to carved stone. The bicep gushed as if about to burst through the skin.Then time broke free its bonds. With the crack of a bowstring, the fist snapped forward. Giant shoulders bulged into rock. The Hunter’s face clenched impossibly taut. With a twist of his upper body, putting all his solid weight behind the punch, the Hunter hammered his iron fist into Mulezan’s upper gut. Mulezan tightened in his abs at the approach of the Hunter’s fist.
Mulezan had seen a rhino charge. He’d heard the thud when that solid skull mangled human flesh. Mulezan heard that same sound of devastation as his iron-muscled flesh met the unforgiving force of the Hunter’s fist. "UUUUUGGGGNNNNNNHHHHH....!!!!" It was like taking it in the gut from a rhino’s charge. It was the hardest punch Mulezan had ever felt! Mulezan felt the bellow of pain explode in his guts. The hammerblow into his stomach pounded the air out of his lungs. Astonishingly the power of Hunter’s killer-punch lifted Mulezan's torso, heck his whole dead-weight up off the ground. Tossed in the air. The Hunter sniggered, there was no defense against the sledgehammer of determination on the end of his arm. Years of smashing rocks with a heaving sledgehammer went straight into that punch to the guts. The Hunter had given the apeman no warning. That was part of the fun.
“Let’s dance!” the Hunter said.
The Hunter spun Mulezan around and slammed him face first into the tree. The front of Mulezan’s body was rubbed raw and bloody by the impact with the rough tree bark, as van Rijswijck looked at Mulezan’s impossibly muscular back. POW! BAM! WHAM! POW! A series of debilitating body punches began. The Hunter slammed a barrage of sharp brutal blows into Mulezan's side, targeting his already bruised and damaged ribs, in order to break Mulezan's ribs. The Hunter's sharp hearing was listening hard to hear the sound of Mulezan's ribs cracking over the sound of his hard fists thudding into muscled flesh. The Hunter knew he had accomplished his objective when a "CRACKKKKK!!!" like a tree limb snapping accompanied by Mulezan's bawl of agony signaled the caving in of Mulezan's ribcage. The Hunter's sledgehammer fist had broken two of Mulezan's ribs. That rib breaking punch just made a win by the Hunter inevitable.
"Did you Feel that cracking within you, Mulezan? Those were your ribs. I am going to count out each one as I break it. And then, we'll see how many other bones I can go through before I become bored!"
"Fuck yeah, I just broke two of your fucking ribs, Ape Man. How much does it hurt, feeling your ribcage snap two ribs at a time? Your internal organs are being smashed and are bleeding internally! I've got you all busted up inside!" An unsympathetic Hunter said with great satisfaction and pride. "And I'm just getting started...I'm going to break more of your bones by the time I finish with you...." van Rijswijck gloated.
"Did you Feel that cracking within you, Mulezan? Those were your ribs. I am going to count out each one as I break it. And then, we'll see how many other bones I can go through before I become bored!"
"Fuck yeah, I just broke two of your fucking ribs, Ape Man. How much does it hurt, feeling your ribcage snap two ribs at a time? Your internal organs are being smashed and are bleeding internally! I've got you all busted up inside!" An unsympathetic Hunter said with great satisfaction and pride. "And I'm just getting started...I'm going to break more of your bones by the time I finish with you...." van Rijswijck gloated.
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Pinned against a tree, Mulezan takes several devastating
body shots |
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The Hunter’s anvil sized fists rammed a barrage of blows
into Mulezan's right side |
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Mulezan's ribs exploded in crippling pain
I am not stopping till i hear those ribs CRACK!! |
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| The Hunter slammed a barrage of sharp blows into Mulezan's side, breaking two of Mulezan's ribs |
The wounded Mulezan made the mistake of turning, trying to protect his broken ribs from further damage from the ex-prizefighters fists. Too late he realized that he was trapped against the tree and his exposed wide as a rail car back made a great target. Mulezan's back exploded suddenly in pain making the powerhouse throw his head back and howl in pain, The Hunter's anvil sized right fist had found the muscle stud's left kidney with a sudden, brutal blow. The paralyzing hammer blow to his kidney temporarily freezes Mulezan in place, pinned with his front pressed up against the tree.
"I'll said I would beat the fucking life out of you!" the Hunter said, repeating the boast he had made before the fight!
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The Hunter’s anvil sized fists rammed a hard blow
into Mulezan's kidney and the wide back exploded in crippling pain |
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The paralyzing hammer blows to his back temporarily
freezes Mulezan in place |
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Two more kidney punches in quick succession turned
Mulezan's knees into water
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Mulezan grunted in pain, and his body arched back with
each brutal blow |
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The Hunter fired his sledgehammer fist into Mulezan's kidney more than a dozen times, pounding his Kidney into mush and causing internal bleeding
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The hunter let up, only to press his hot chest into a pain stunned Mulezan’s back from behind. The fire off the hunter’s effort-heated chest was pressed greasily into Mulezan’s own pain-sweated back. The hunter's voice oiled mockery into Mulezan’s ear. “You can't face me as an equal. You can't beat me Man-on-man. I have already broken your ribs and made you bleed inside and out. That pain you are feeling in your ribs and back is the feeling of approaching defeat and death at the hands of a superior man.." The sneer of a man in total control of the situation played across his lips.
Mulezan broke away and got in the the Hunter’s face from the front. Just a bit taller, Mulezan's chest was nearly touching the Hunter's equally muscular front. Eyes burned into each other, neither giving giving an inch, muscled attitude pouring out of every pore. Mulezan stepped straight into the Hunter's punch from in front. A hard thudding blow into his rock hard abs. It was less the pain, more the force that doubled Mulezan up. And the surprise. Plus the follow-up. A blow from above hammered an elbow into the back of his neck. Mulezan felt his knee give at the shock. The Hunter pounds Mulezan down to his knees with a series of hammering blows to the back! Another fist into his lower back followed up with a vicious knee-kick caught him in his damaged side twisting Mulezan sideways and dropping him to the dirt.
Face down and exhausted, the Herculean Hunter stomps on Mulezan's back, taunting him further. "Some King of the Jungle you are. I'm made you my bitch, my jungle bitch!"
Face down and exhausted, the Herculean Hunter stomps on Mulezan's back, taunting him further. "Some King of the Jungle you are. I'm made you my bitch, my jungle bitch!"
"ARRRGH! The pain!" thought Mulezan. "His did more damage my insides than I thought! My body just wants to shut down, to lay down for a minute and rest and heal. But I must continue fighting, the fate of the Jungle depends on me!"
"All those muscles, Mulezan...and yet I smashed your bones and organs" the Hunter spoke in his deep, masculine tones. "But in truth, I have never met a more more powerful adversary than you. You are broken. And you still resist! But as you will see, sometimes strength is a curse! Because the longer your body endures so will your pain and desperation."
The Hunter placed the King of the Jungle in what our modern readers would recognize as a debilitating Kurt Angle style ankle lock. Mulezan was twisting and turning every which way like a great fish on a line trying to break loose.
Mulezan furiously beat the ground with his fists and howled out in pain."Sorry, Monkey boy, am I hurting ya....?" the Hunter asked calmly with a smirk. "Aarh, my fuckin' ankle....! You're breaking my fuckin' ankle" yelled out Mulezan in pain. "Yeah, I know..." The Hunter sadistically replied as he continued to twist and turn Mulezan's trapped ankle, finally stretching the strong ankle ligaments beyond their limits. There were loud "pops" like rubber bands snapping as Mulezan felt the ligaments tear, causing a severe and painful ankle sprain and eliciting another yell of pain from Mulezan.
Then there is a loud SNAP! and Mulezan howls in pain as blinding pain shoots up Mulezan's leg. The Hunter, his own muscled chest heaving, twists his mighty torso back to look at Mulezan's swollen, broken ankle.
The Hunter smiles, turns back and leans toward Mulezan's ear. "I busted your ankle, didn't I, Jungle Boy?" he says with an evil smirk. Mulezan screams in agony as the Hunter manhandles his broken ankle and paralyzing pain again shoots through his leg.
The Hunter dropped the crippling hold only to turn it into an equally destructive double hammer lock. The Hunter's massive arms bulged as he forced the equally mammoth arms of Mulezan behind his muscled back, causing Mulezan's shoulders to hyper-extend. "I broke your ribs and then I broke your ankle. Now I am going to dislocate your shoulders and break your back....and then if you are lucky I will end your life..." the Hunter stated calmly.
"Back home, my father is a circus strongman. Nightly, as part of his performance, he wrestles a 500 lbs bear into submission using holds like this one....." the Hunter stated in an assured, matter of fact tone.
Mulezan continued to bellow out in agony as the Hunter continues to apply force to Mulezan's arms. Mulezan could feel the ligaments in his shoulder joints begin to stretch to the breaking point and then tear. His arms were on the verge of being dislocated from his shoulder sockets.
Frustrated that several minutes in the painful hold hadn't made Mulezan surrender, The Hunter dropped his double hammerlock, letting Mulezan roughly fall to the ground on his belly. As soon as he hit the ground, the Hunter dropped a knee into the small of his back. It hurt like hell! The Hunter squatted over Mulezan, reaching down to pull up his shoulders while dropping his naked muscle butt on the lower back of Mulezan. Then he grabbed Mulezan's right arm, then the left one, trapping them over his hugely muscled legs. The Hunter was putting his opponent into a deadly Camel Clutch, forcing Mulezan’s arms across the Hunter’s enormous thighs. The Hunter locked his hands under Mulesan’s chin. He violently pulled the Jungle Lord's head and neck up. Mulezan groaned in excruciating torment. He had him!
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A desperate Mulezan tries to reach his knife
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The Hunter puts Mulezan into an Ankle Lock
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| The Hunter's ankle lock prevents Mulezan from being able to reach his knife even though it's mere feet away |
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The pain from the crippling ankle lock is excruciating
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Sorry, Monkey Boy, am I hurtin' ya.....?
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Aargh, my fuckin' ankle...! Your breaking my fuckin' ankle!!!
screams Mulezan in pain |
Mulezan furiously beat the ground with his fists and howled out in pain."Sorry, Monkey boy, am I hurting ya....?" the Hunter asked calmly with a smirk. "Aarh, my fuckin' ankle....! You're breaking my fuckin' ankle" yelled out Mulezan in pain. "Yeah, I know..." The Hunter sadistically replied as he continued to twist and turn Mulezan's trapped ankle, finally stretching the strong ankle ligaments beyond their limits. There were loud "pops" like rubber bands snapping as Mulezan felt the ligaments tear, causing a severe and painful ankle sprain and eliciting another yell of pain from Mulezan.
Then there is a loud SNAP! and Mulezan howls in pain as blinding pain shoots up Mulezan's leg. The Hunter, his own muscled chest heaving, twists his mighty torso back to look at Mulezan's swollen, broken ankle.
The Hunter smiles, turns back and leans toward Mulezan's ear. "I busted your ankle, didn't I, Jungle Boy?" he says with an evil smirk. Mulezan screams in agony as the Hunter manhandles his broken ankle and paralyzing pain again shoots through his leg.
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There is nothing like having the skills to pin a big man to the
ground against his will |
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A gogoplata triangle chokehold
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And Nothing beats wrestling a muscle boy for getting a man fired up....!
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The Hunter dropped the crippling hold only to turn it into an equally destructive double hammer lock. The Hunter's massive arms bulged as he forced the equally mammoth arms of Mulezan behind his muscled back, causing Mulezan's shoulders to hyper-extend. "I broke your ribs and then I broke your ankle. Now I am going to dislocate your shoulders and break your back....and then if you are lucky I will end your life..." the Hunter stated calmly.
"Back home, my father is a circus strongman. Nightly, as part of his performance, he wrestles a 500 lbs bear into submission using holds like this one....." the Hunter stated in an assured, matter of fact tone.
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The Hunter has Mulezan locked up in a double hammer lock
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The Hunter teases Mulezan by keeping him inches away from
the knife he was trying to reach |
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The only thing that's cooler than breaking a guy's arm in a
fight is breaking them both... at the same time, laughs the Hunter |
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Mulezan feels like his arms are being ripped out his shoulder
sockets...the pain is incredible |
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The Hunter plopped down hard onto the Jungle King’s rock
hard powerful glutes, his massive sex tool laying directly over the Ape Man’s ass crack and ball sack |
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| Fuck you're a hot one, Apeman. I'm a bit disappointed that you are not hairy like an ape. You sure have the build of a gorilla though. Just think of this as foreplay, stud. I will be taking your beautiful ass soon enough... |
Mulezan continued to bellow out in agony as the Hunter continues to apply force to Mulezan's arms. Mulezan could feel the ligaments in his shoulder joints begin to stretch to the breaking point and then tear. His arms were on the verge of being dislocated from his shoulder sockets.
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Camel Clutch!
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The Hunter locked his hands under Mulesan’s chin
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Mulezan's mighty arms were trapped over the Hunter’s
enormous thighs |
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The Hunter dropped his double hammerlock, letting Mulezan roughly fall to the ground on his belly. As soon as he hit the ground, the Hunter dropped a knee into the small of his back.
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With his naked muscled ass on Mulezan’s equally muscled
backside, The Hunter’s huge cock dug deep into the flesh of the Jungle King’s sweaty back |
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Mulezan realized that the Hunter was grinding his growing
cock between his struggling glutes |
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The Hunter violently pulled the Jungle Lord's head and neck
up. Mulezan groaned in excruciating torment |
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The Hunter adds a painful fish hook to the Camel Clutch
Mulezan felt his neck muscles being stretched to the limit
while spasms of pain racked his lower back |
Great quantities of spit flew from Mulezan’s mouth as he snorted and gasped for air. His face was scrunched up with pain, his eyes were squinting, deep furrows of torment carved themselves across his forehead. His hands wildly twitched, like the flapping wings of a doomed bird. His manly grunts began to turn into weak, breathless whimpers.
Mulezan might have been the strongest man in Africa but he could not compete against the Belgin;s hunter's strength. Mulezan was hopelessly outmatched. Yet it was a duel that-win or lose-he had to fight alone to prove to himself that he alone was worthy of the title King of the Jungle.
"I have taken you apart, Jungle man, and I needed no weapons to do it. Was that noise your backbone snapping? This is how I beat a man to death with my bare hands! Showing NO mercy at all! "CRUNCH!!!!" Ah, yes, that was your back breaking under the power of my arms. You are destroyed, Mulezan. There is no coming back from that!!!!"
Nothing personal, Mulezan, but I have a contract to fulfill. I am enjoying beating you to death, but it's even sweeter knowing I am being paid well for doing it...! And now you know why I was hired! Only I, Jacob van Rijswijck, could have beaten the Mighty Mulezan!"
Confident that victory was assured, the Hunter contemptuously threw the Jungle King off his legs. The King of the Apes plummeted to the jungle floor with a hard smack. The massively-muscled Hunter triumphantly stood up. He took his time, Mulezan wasn't going anywhere.
DEATH BY UNDERWEAR
Seizing the advantage the Hunter grabbed his sodden underwear off the ground. Then the Hunter leaped over to the writhing Mulezan and kicked him over onto his front. In a split second the briefs were wrapped around Mulezan’s throat. As quick as a flash the Hunter joined his hands together in the back of the unsuspecting Mulezan’s neck.
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The Hunter used his briefs to choke Mulezan
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The Hunter heaved back on the briefs against Mulezan's
windpipe. Mulezan couldn't breathe! |
The briefs slammed across Mulezan’s windpipe. The Hunter's solid muscled bare chest rammed itself into Mulezan’s back. The Hunter heaved back on the briefs, crushing Mulezan’s windpipe. Mulezan couldn’t breathe. The immensely strong Hunter had him trapped. He could not escape. And he could not breathe.
The Hunter gripped his briefs with a hand on either side of Mulezan’s neck. And he heaved. Biceps turned to rock. Hundreds of hammer swings for years, had forged biceps of iron, nothing could break this grip. Not even Mulezan. Teeth gritted with effort, heart leaping with the success of surprise. The Hunter heaved his helpless victim against his solid muscled pecs. The bicep curl was forcing Mulezan’s head back. The Hunter grunted pleasurably with the physical effort. This was the kind of workout he’d dreamed of. His face creased with lines of exertion as the muscled rocks of his arms throttled Mulezan.
Shock turned to desperation. He felt Mulezan struggling against his own muscled front. Then The Hunter felt the first signs of desperation when Mulezan’s shoulders wriggled, and tight bunches of muscle writhed. The back fought to twist and break out of the iron grip. Mulezan’s head rocked, he writhed struggling to break free... uselessly. The Hunter muscles were burning with strain and effort as he strangled the Ape Man. Desperate gagging noises broke from Mulezan’s mouth. A sudden flush of sweat glued their bodies together. A heat flared between their straining torsos. The Hunter wished he could see Mulezan’s face. Eyes popping , face distorted, mouth gaping wide in shock, gagging in desperation for air. Choking, Mulezan was fighting to break free. But he’d be weakening and running out of breath soon. Against his chest, the Hunter felt Mulezan’s body sag, knees giving in.
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The Hunter gripped his briefs with a hand on either side of
Mulezan’s neck |
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The Hunter had biceps of iron, nothing could break his grip,
not even the mighty Mulezan |
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The Hunter heaved his helpless victim against his solid
muscled pecs |
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The Hunter's muscles were burning with strain and effort.
Desperate gagging noises broke from the choking Mulezan’s mouth as he fought for some air |
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The immensely strong Hunter had Mulezan trapped and
was strangling him using the briefs |
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The choking Mulezan could not escape, nor could he breathe
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The Hunter's wide as a ship's deck muscled back was taut with strain as his choke-hold held Mulezan. Desperation powered Mulezan’s knees under him till, demonstrating incredible strength, Mulezan managed to start to stand while still being choked. The Hunter released his grip, pulling the briefs away from Mulezan’s throat. The Hunter contemptuously threw the coughing Mulezan roughly back down to the dirt, letting Mulezan roll squirming onto his tortured back with his hand clutching at the burning in his crushed throat.
Satisfying sounds of retching hit The Hunter’s ears. Animal-like spluttering. Mulezan gasping and wrenching noisily air into his burning lungs. Mulezan was still noisily gasping in air after the attack while the Hunter watched satisfied from behind. The Hunter saw Mulezan stretch his neck to assess the damage to his windpipe.
Mulezan was still squirming in the dirt, head rocking from side to side, a hand nursing the burn at his throat when the Hunter reached down and dragged Mulezan to his feet by his hair. Mulezan felt the Hunter's steel hard pecs against his back.
"Dayumn, your ass is so thick, MULE" the lust-filled, testosterone pumped hired muscle stated as he slapped Mulezan's gigantic glutes and started massaging them in amazement. "It's a good thing I've got 11" inches of thick cock because I'm gonna need every one of ‘em just to get past these huge haunches of yours when I fuck you prison-style!" Mulezan involuntarily flexed his glutes tight in response.
The Hunter has a cruel and confident grin as his huge horse-cock lengthens and thickens, drooling ropes of fuckslime in anticipation of the fun to come.
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The Hunter dragged Mulezan to his feet by his hair
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The groggy Mulezan could barely stand
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The Hunter went for Mulezan's crushed throat again. His hands wrapped around Mulezan’s throat and clenched at the burn mark around his crushed windpipe.
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The Hunter went for Mulezan's crushed throat again
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The Hunter's hands wrapped around Mulezan's throat
and clenched at the burn mark around his crushed windpipe |
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Mulezan couldn't break the Hunter’s steely grip
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Do you want me to kill you now?
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All I need to do to break your neck is to flex my arm
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No, I'm not going to kill you yet...
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...I'm going to fuck you first, then I'm going to kill you
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The Hunter dove onto Mulezan and the two behemoths rolled over and over. The two muscle men struggled. The Hunter ended up on top of the mighty Ape Man.
SLAP! Jacob struck a powerful double-fisted punch across Mulezan’s face, temporarily stunning him. The Hunter stood, preparing another kick, but Mulezan managed to grab his ankle, only to receive a boot to the face. OOF! Mulezan fought to stand up – he was dazed and had lost focus. The Hunter leaped onto Mulezan’s wide back and started choking him again. ARGH! Mulezan struggled, his chiseled body arched back to compensate for the Hunter’s devastating choke hold. Mulezan’s arms strained under the pressure as his face went red from lack of oxygen. Mulezan staggered on his mighty legs, taking three steps forward.
Mulezan tightened his stomach again. The Hunter gave him plenty of warning of the next kick. Standing alongside, van Rijswijck’s leg lifted, bent at the knee. As if in slow motion, Mulezan flat on his back observed every slight move. The bulging steel-solid muscle of The Hunter’s legs and the boot-heel turned down menacing over Mulezan’s stomach. Time stood still over each thick blond strand of hair on a rock-hard calf. The muscled menace was poised, ready to stomp.
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| van Rijswijck reached down and grabbed a handful of Mulezan’s hair |
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| The Hunter forced the Ape Man back to his feet |
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| Mulezan wobbled, barely able to stand up |
The Hunter let go and Mulezan wobbled, barely able to stand up. Jacob tugged on Mulezan’s hair again . He had complete control of the King of the Jungle – Mulezan followed where he was led, like a small dog in the clutches of a wolf. Jacob smiled at the sight of the legendary so called most powerful man in the jungle, helpless. Mulezan's eyes were open but not seeing. His arms hung limply and his chest heaved, struggling to fill his powerful lungs. There would soon be no doubt about who the true "most powerful man in the jungle" really was. The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck had totally dominated the Legend, Mulezan. It had been a fair fight, and Mulezan would have no excuses for his loss, which would make the Hunter's victory all the sweeter.
The Hunter absent-mindedly rubbed his chest, as he pondered his next move in the destruction of Mulezan. His other hand stroking with enjoyment over the hardness in his muscled abs, feeling the muscle-stacked-upon-muscle of his own physique. The evil man lived for power and now he had all he needed with Mulezan. Jacob van Rijswijck danced around Mulezan like the champion boxer he had been as a young man a decade back, in Antwerp. His muscular pecs bouncing . He threw out his fists, narrowly missing Mulezan’s head, which swayed from side to side on his spaghetti neck. The Hunter continued to play and shadowbox with his enemy. He spoke to the Lord of the Jungle, “C’mon Mulezan, where’s your fight … ? Don't quit on me yet, I'm having too much fun beating you to death with my bare fists...."
The Hunter's abs rippled and his pecs bounced as he stood in front of Mulezan, hands on hips. His big chest and eight pack abs were heaving. His thick muscles, now pumped full of blood and testosterone from the struggle, bulged and flexed. His arms and torso were now clearly even bigger, beefier and more muscular than Mulezan! Veins the size of hoses were crisscrossing his entire body!
Mulezan tapped into his reservoir of strength and threw himself at van Rijswijck again. The Hunter’s taunts and arrogance were still ringing in his ears as the Hunter stopped playing with Mulezan.
A split second later, the Hunter's right fist smashed into the left side of Mulezan's body. In the last second, the Hunter had twisted with his shoulders, resulting in Mulezan being smacked with the full weight of The Hunter's muscle-solid bulk concentrated in one fist.
The was a loud CRACK! like a tree limb breaking as the punch landed. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Mulezan screamed, his face etched in agony. Mulezan felt his ribs caving in. With one punch, the Hunter shattered Mulezan's ribcage!!! "AHHH- OOF! OOF! AH GAWD! My ribs! My Fucking ribs....!!!" screamed Mulezan as his eyes filled with water. The Hunter had successfully broken the rest of the ribs on the left side of Mulezan's torso that he had not already broken. Mulezan clutched his broken ribs. He coughed up bright blood. At least one of his broken ribs that punctured his lung.
The Hunter's abs rippled and his pecs bounced as he stood in front of Mulezan, hands on hips. His big chest and eight pack abs were heaving. His thick muscles, now pumped full of blood and testosterone from the struggle, bulged and flexed. His arms and torso were now clearly even bigger, beefier and more muscular than Mulezan! Veins the size of hoses were crisscrossing his entire body!
A split second later, the Hunter's right fist smashed into the left side of Mulezan's body. In the last second, the Hunter had twisted with his shoulders, resulting in Mulezan being smacked with the full weight of The Hunter's muscle-solid bulk concentrated in one fist.
The was a loud CRACK! like a tree limb breaking as the punch landed. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Mulezan screamed, his face etched in agony. Mulezan felt his ribs caving in. With one punch, the Hunter shattered Mulezan's ribcage!!! "AHHH- OOF! OOF! AH GAWD! My ribs! My Fucking ribs....!!!" screamed Mulezan as his eyes filled with water. The Hunter had successfully broken the rest of the ribs on the left side of Mulezan's torso that he had not already broken. Mulezan clutched his broken ribs. He coughed up bright blood. At least one of his broken ribs that punctured his lung.
The Hunter watched Mulezan collapse to the ground.
Towering over the fallen Mulezan, the Hunter pronounced "This match is over, and so is your life!"
"UNGH! What are you doing?" Mulezan groaned.
"Doing? I'm getting ready to rape you. And you can't stop me!" The Hunter boasted as he slowly ground his amazing physique against Mulezan's erotically,with their faces mere inches apart."I busted up your ribs, Mulezan. I Fucking caved in your rib cage, ape man. I took you out of this fight and all it took was one punch!"
“Feel everything that makes me a man, Mulezan.This is the body and the cock that will destroy you and end your reign as the King of the Jungle. Prepare to be fucked and destroyed.” Hunter continued.
“Mulezan … you’re mine, now … my bitch … and I’m gonna handle ya like a bitch. Only when I finish using you as my cum depository, will I finally be done with you, take your head, and bring it to my employer in Boma, who will pay me handsomely ” Using all of will power, Mulezan forced himself to not react at all.
Disappointed, the Hunter released Mulezan’s wrists and moved his hands to his enemy’s throat. He began choking the Ape Man mercilessly. “D’ya here me, bitch? You are gonna die ya stupid savage! Nobody can beat Jacob van Rijswijck!”
The Hunter reached down and seized a hold on Mulezan’s hair. He pulled Mulezan to his feet and slapped him lightly to knock him back to his senses.
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| The Hunter pulled a disoriented Mulezan to his feet by his hair |
THE TEST OF STRENGTH
"Now Mulezan, in case you've still got any doubts, I will prove that I am now the strongest man in Africa." Jacob van Rijswijck raised his hands, in a challenge for a trial of strength. "A second chance!" thought Mulezan. Mulezan had never met a white man that was as big and strong as he was. And no man, white or black, that could fight like this Hunter could. This Hunter was clearly be the better fighter, and Mulezan's equal in strength. But was he stronger? The Jungle Lord was confident that while the Hunter may have beaten him in their fight, that there still was no one stronger than Mulezan.
The Hunter raised his hands and spread his fingers. Mulezan nodded knowingly. A true test of strength to see whose muscles were the strongest. Mule smiled. He had never lost a test of strength, not even against 800 lbs Silverback gorillas. The heavily muscled supermen locked fingers and immediately started trying to force the other down. They moved closer, banging their massive, heaving chests together. The two musclemen grunted and strained as they stood chest to chest, nipples to nipples, hands locked tightly in place. Their heavily veined thick cocks pulsated and dripped like leaky faucets with pre cum as they slid up along side the others. They pushed with all their might as their red faces grimaced from their strenuous exertion as their bull necks strained with such intensity that the veins seemed to almost pop through their flesh. They were both already sweating bullets from the strenuous effort. Their arms were huge, puffed up to their maximum sizes. Mulezan confidently exerted all his strength on The Hunter's muscles. Every fiber in his body strained to force the mighty muscle for hire down to his knees. The striations of Mule's arms damn near burst through his skin as he exerted all his superhuman strength. Like Mulezan, with his teeth clenched, The Hunter strained with every ounce of strength he possessed, as the veins in his massive arms, chest and neck stood out. His muscles worked furiously.
The two strained against each other, each powerhouse struggling to force the other to his knees on the muddy ground. The Hunter's arms bulged as he pushed and pulled, slowly working Mulezan to his knees. To his shock, Mulezan found himself straining, grimacing, and pushing in order to remain in control. The Hunter possessed inhuman strength, he was the strongest man Mulezan had ever come across. The two pushed and strained against one another, their powerful bodies shimmering in the noonday sun.
Mulezan was tiring, but his heaving breaths only accented his musculature as the sun light bounced off his sweaty muscles, accenting the red marks and bruises where the Hunter had struck him. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Mulezan was being out muscled . His big green eyes started to fill with defeat and self doubt.
"Feel my power, Jungle Man..." The Hunter hissed between grunts, through clinched teeth. "Your totally outclassed, you damn dirty ape. This is why I was hired!"
A shocked Mulezan felt his mighty legs and arms begin to tremble and shake. He was fighting but he knew he was losing. His legs buckled. His knees hit the ground as he dropped first to one knee, and then to both knees. Mulezan had finally met a man stronger than he was.
"YES! I knew I was the strongest...and now you know it too" gloated the Hunter. The humiliated Mulezan was on his knees before his conquer, hands still locked with the Hunter.
Instead of releasing his grip on his hands, the Hunter pulled Mulezan forward, kneeing him in the gut over and over. OOOFFF! AAAH! UNGGGHH!!! Spittle shot out of his lips.He started to double over. As his head was was going down and the Hunter rammed his mighty chin with his upcoming knee. The hard knee was powered by the Hunter's massive quad nearly knocked Mule's handsome head from his thick shoulders. CRACK! Bone against bone. The Hunter released his grip and Mulezan went sprawling backward on the ground, knocked fully unconscious this time. He laid unmoving on the ground, blood dripping from his nose and beaten face.
Mulezan's last thoughts before everything went black, was the final realization that he was no match for this muscled powerhouse! The Hunter had beaten Mulezan to death's door, with just his fists!
Once again the Hunter had dropped Mulezan. But this time, the Hunter hadn't just knocked the Apeman down, he had knocked him out! It was lights out for the Jungle Lord. Mulezan was fully unconscious! And it was the fist of Jacob van Rijswijck that had delivered the concussion inducing final blow.
"Yeah! Down for the count! I won. I not only won, I fucking KO'd Mulezan!" The Hunter shouted victoriously.
"So much for foreplay." The Hunter thought with a smile.
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The heavily muscled supermen locked fingers and
immediately started trying to force the other down |
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The two musclemen grunted and strained pushed with all
their might Their arms were huge, puffed up to their maximum sizes, as both powerhouses exerted all their strength Their powerful sweaty bodies shimmering in the noonday sun |
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Their arms were huge, puffed up to their maximum sizes,
as both powerhouses confidently exerted all their strength |
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Neither were moving – they were frozen in fierce, muscle-
straining combat, sweat pouring off both of them They pushed with all their might as their red faces grimaced from their strenuous exertion |
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| Mulezan was tiring, but his heaving breaths only accented his musculature as the sun light bounced off his sweaty muscles |
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Mulezan planted his feet hard on the ground and pushed
against the Hunter with all the superhuman strength in his massive legs --to no avail, the Hunter didn't budge! |
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Is that all you've got, Ape Man?
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You're strong Mulezan. But I am stronger. Feel my power,
The Hunter hissed between grunts. A shocked Mulezan felt
his mighty legs and arms begin to tremble and shake!
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Slowly but surely, inch by inch, Mulezan was being out
muscled and over powered. Mulezan had finally met a man stronger than he was! |
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The Hunter takes the win with a KO. It's lights out for
Mulezan |
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| The Hunter had won |
Grinning triumphantly, the arrogant Hunter made himself comfortable, sitting down and smoking a victory cigarette while waiting for Mulezan to regain consciousness. The Hunter was taking a well-deserved break before he fucked Mulezan.
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The Hunter smokes a victory cigarette while waiting for
Mulezan to regain consciousness |
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| The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck had not only won, he had single handedly annihilated the legendary apeman |
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The Hunter took a well deserved break before he fucked
Mulezan |
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Another successful job for his employer.
I should get a bonus for this one thought Jacob van Rijswijck |
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The Hunter's mind wandered as he smoked his cigarette ...
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The Hunter looked over at Mulezan's laid out body. His vanquished opponent was out cold. The Ape man lay motionless, his strong naked body spread eagle and covered in sweat and blood, with large black and blue bruises already appearing. Unconscious, but still gasping for breath.
Mulezan unconscious and flat on his back, the heaving of his bloodied chest was the only indication that he was still alive. His arms were laid out straight from his sides. In this position the defeated Jungle Lord looked like dynamite. His whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had been given by Jacob van Rijswijck. From his muscled arms to his expanded chest to his large cock to his well defined legs, Mulezan was motionless. Mulezan's large nipples were stretched slightly across his chest, his deep chest was highlighted because of the position of his arms, which forced his ribcage to rise, his bruised ribs plainly visable . His ripped stomach was rising as he breathed heavily. His penis lay large and lifeless between his thighs, his testicles lying on the ground in a loose fitting sack. "I hope I didn't put him into a fucking comma! I want him awake when I fuck and kill him...." thought the Hunter.
Mulezan unconscious and flat on his back, the heaving of his bloodied chest was the only indication that he was still alive. His arms were laid out straight from his sides. In this position the defeated Jungle Lord looked like dynamite. His whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had been given by Jacob van Rijswijck. From his muscled arms to his expanded chest to his large cock to his well defined legs, Mulezan was motionless. Mulezan's large nipples were stretched slightly across his chest, his deep chest was highlighted because of the position of his arms, which forced his ribcage to rise, his bruised ribs plainly visable . His ripped stomach was rising as he breathed heavily. His penis lay large and lifeless between his thighs, his testicles lying on the ground in a loose fitting sack. "I hope I didn't put him into a fucking comma! I want him awake when I fuck and kill him...." thought the Hunter.
They had gone one on one, man to man in a fight to the finish. And Jacob van Rijswijck had decisively proved himself the better and stronger man. The Hunter had devastated the apeman, and Mulezan’s stamina and strength had given way to the hammering of the Hunter’s pulverising fists. The confident and arrogant Hunter had known that he was fully capable of beating the Ape Man to death when he took the job. But he had something more than beating the Jungle Lord to death with his bare hands planned.
The Hunter threw his cigarette butt into the mud. He was done resting now, break time over… it was time to FUCK! The Hunter relished his conquering of this legendary muscle man in bare-handed, man-to-man battle and was about to own him sexually. But the sooner he finished the job by killing Mulezan, the sooner he would be paid.
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Break time over, thought the Hunter, The sooner I finish this
the sooner I get paid... |
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I'm not sure what I am going to enjoy more, fucking him or
killing him |
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The Hunter got some water and threw it on the fallen jungle
stud to wake him
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The hunter walked to the nearby river, got some water and threw it on the fallen jungle stud to wake him. Mulezan sputtered and shook out the cobwebs.
Mulezan looked up at the arrogant Hunter standing over him. His enemy’s body was pulsing with power – van Rijswijck’s arms were as big as his own, and the Hunter’s solid, bulging chest looked as strong as a fortress. The Hunter flexed his biceps and pecs to intimidate the beaten muscle man before him.
"You would be honored if you knew what my bosses were paying me to take you out, Mulezan! But they had no choice but to pay whatever price I demanded, no matter how exorbitant. They knew that there was no man in the Congo other than myself that could be counted on to get the job done. I'm just hired muscle, Mulezan. Muscle hired to get rid of you for good!"
"I wanted to go up against the best in the jungle, and that was you, Mulezan the stuff of legends. We fought, one-on-one, bare-handed, without weapons! I made sure it was a fair fight, so you would have no excuses for you loss. It was a clean win, which makes my victory all the sweeter. I, Jacob van Rijswijck, single handedly annihilated the legend of the all powerful, invincible King of the Apes... " the Hunter stated, calmly and matter-of-factly.
Mulezan was bruised and battered, muscles throbbing in pain. Bleeding internally. He knew that he still had one chance. Mulezan backed away from his destroyer and filled his lungs. The Hunter saw his enemy’s desperation and knew what he was doing. The Hunter smiled, knowing that he had won – but more importantly that Mulezan was awake and aware that he, Jacob van Rijswijck was the better man.
Mulezan took his one last chance – he started to let out his famous call, hoping some of his jungle allies might hear and save him. Just as Mulezan began his famous yell, FWOOSH!!! the Hunter launched a devastating kick into his crotch. ARGH! Mulezan bellowed and collapsed to the ground, helpless, clutching his big bull nuts with both hands.
The Hunter spread his arms, fanning out his own big lats. “How’s that feel, eh, jungle man? Don’t bet ya’ll be calling your animals now! I proved I could beat you clean. So now I can learn ya how men fight prison style – with a kick in the balls! Don’t worry, I still ain’t gonna kill ya just yet. I got a plan for ya.”
The Belgian kicked Mulezan in his bruised side. Mulezan fell over onto his back. His hands remained over his devastated crotch as protection. The evil Fleming grabbed his ankles. He lifted Mulezan’s legs and spread them.
The Hunter lingered, savoring the moment. Mulezan knew what was coming - . the Hunter spit down, hitting Mulezan in the face and then he dropped - driving his knee between the Lord of the Jungle’s thighs, driving Mulezan’s hands into his own package with incredible force. NOOO!
Mulezan lay writhing on the ground – in incredible pain from the low blows. The Hunter circled the naked fallen jungle stud. The Hunter laughed out loud. He flipped the devastated Jungle Lord onto his back. Mulezan's naked body was badly beaten, and completely at the Hunter’s mercy. The Hunter laid on top of his fallen foe his mouth breathing hotly into his ear.
“How’s that feel, eh? KING OF THE JUNGLE, MY ASS! Guess we both know who the real Boss man of the Ukotho is NOW.” UNF! UGH! HFF! The mighty Lord of the Jungle struggled against his nemesis, but the Ape Man’s fight was the ultimate definition of futility.
Mulezan was completely at The Hunter’s mercy. Unfortunately for Mulezan, Jacob van Rijswijck had no mercy. He was the most ruthless man in the jungle. His reputation put fear in the hearts of every man who heard his name - every man that is except Mulezan. But The Hunter was going to change that - Mulezan would learn to fear van Rijswijck and show him the respect he deserved. When the once-proud King of the Jungle acknowledged his fear and submitted to his superiority, then, and only then, he would die by the Flemish Hunter’s hand.
The Hunter laid his powerful body on top of his fallen foe, slowly moving up and down, letting Mulezan feel his muscles - the muscles that had destroyed him. The Hunter let the Ape Man experience everything that made van Rijswijck the envy of men everywhere.
Jacob van Rijswijck was a real man, a man’s man - Mulezan could feel The Hunter’s hard chest and stomach rubbing against his skin - He could smell the He-man of Flander’s manly musk - the scent was so overpowering that he could actually taste The Hunter in his mouth. Mulezan could hear Jacob’s deep, arrogant voice laughing at him, calling him names, reveling in his total defeat. Mulezan closed his eyes and tried to form a plan, but there was none. He could not escape and he could not hope to reason with a man like The Hunter.
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| The Hunter laid his powerful body on top of his fallen foe, slowly moving up and down, letting Mulezan feel his muscles- the muscles that had destroyed him |
The Hunter continued to lie on top of his victim. He loved playing mind games with the 'invincible’ jungle stud. He remembered how everyone told him to "stay away from Mulezan - how no one was a match for the King of the Jungle...blah blah blah blah blah." This was the mightiest man in the Jungle? What a joke...
Jacob van Rijswijck, was a fearless hunter of big and dangerous game, The warnings he received, he took simply as a challenge, incentivizing him even more than the promised gold. All this reverberated in his thoughts as Jacob placed his mouth right next to Mulezan’s ear, breathing hotly into it, and he said in his rich baritone, “How does that feel, eh? Lord of the Jungle, my ass. Guess I’m the Lord of this Jungle, now. Not bad for someone from the cholera-ridden slums of Antwerp!”
Jacob laughed malevolently and stood up. He lifted Mulezan to his knees by his hair,
Mulezan regained enough control to stay kneeling. He looked up at The Hunter. The Sinjoor Safariman looked down into the Ape Kin’s eyes, which again burned with hate. The Hunter, arms raised, flaunting his manly strength, displayed himself while Mulezan was gasping for air on his knees.
Mulezan’s green eyes opened looking into the Hunter's. Mulezan’s chest swelled and relaxed as he stayed on his knees. The Hunter flexed his right bicep. His bicep swelled to Matterhorn size as it shot into a fight-pumped double peak. The Hunter's tone was harsh and forceful. "Look at that muscle!" The Hunter barked. "These are the guns that took you down." The kneeling Mulezan looked up at The Hunter . Mulezan’s eyes stared at the huge muscle, at the cuts, at the veins sprawling from The Hunter's chest to his boulder sized shoulders to the double-peaked monster and up his massive forearm to the fist that had beaten him senseless.
"This is the chest that crushed you." The Hunter said, flexing his pecs. The tendons rippled through them like steel cables. His nipples were full-erect
"And this is the cock that's going to rape you, Mulezan." He said firmly. "I got 11 inches of thick meat, and I've been to prison. Prison is where I built this body! I can rape any man I want. I will make sure to make it is unpleasant for you." Mulezan didn't respond. Mulezan just knelt there, eyes fixed on The Hunter's fuck muscle.
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| "And this is the cock that's going to fuck you, Mulezan!" |
The Hunter had showed Mulezan who the superior male was. Mulezan had finally come across someone more powerful than himself. That more powerful man had beaten him!
"You can't tell me it doesn't turn you on to be beaten by someone more powerful than you." The Hunter said. as every muscle in his body flexed, the surface of his ripped body even more magnificent covered in sweat.
The Hunter had vanquishing the wheezing apeman that was now kneeling down in the dirt at his feet, . The dominant male was flush with pride at battering his legendary opponent into the earth. The Hunter said, "I want to hear you beg and whimper before you die. Jungleman. And I am going to rape you and there is no way you can stop me.”
Van Rijswijck was relentless and even more sadistic than the most savage of the jungle tribes.
The Flemish Hunter spoke again “ A hunter has two choices - he can tame his prey, or he can kill it. But you, Mulezan, I will both tame and kill!”
The naked and helpless King of the Jungle did not respond. The Hunter straddled the Ape Man, van Rijswijck bitch lapping Mulezan repeatedly. The Hunter lifted his hands and clutched each of Mulezan’s massive pecs. The Hunter squeezed them, breaking down the marble orbs of power. Mulezan desperately flexed them for protection.
Mulezan managed not to cry out this time, but he knew that if van Rijswijck could break his pecs, it would not be long before his spirit fell too. The Hunter desperately wanted to hear Mulezan cry out, so the Fleming altered his tactics. The Hunter let go and played with the Ape kin’s nipples. Mulezan’s mind was reeling at the combination of pain and pleasure he felt as the Hunter fondle his nipples - one of the most erogenous areas on Mulezan’s body! OH! OH! He cried, unable to stop himself!
“Ya like that, do ya? That's another skill I picked up in prison. I can make you forget all about girls. See, Ape Man, if ya give in time, it won’t all be pain You lost, and now I will fuck you.”
The Horny Hunter was bending forward and licking the Ape Man’s nipples as he said this. Mulezan was in the throes of ecstasy and The Hunter’s masculine voice was commanding and hypnotic. Part of van Rijswijck’s success in life, was his uncanny ability to charm everyone he met - his cruelty made him sexy in a badboy way.
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Mulezan’s mind was reeling as he felt as the Hunter fondle his nipples
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Ya like that, do ya Ape Man?
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The Hunter licked and sucked on Mulezan's nipple
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| Mulezan was turned on and in the throes of ecstasy |
The Hunter stood up and moved back to Mulezan’s crotch. He lifted his hands so Mulezan could see what was coming. “Beg me to stop!”
Mulezan looked at The Hunter and said, “I would rather die!”
“That’s what’ll happen! But after I rape you!” Jacob lowered his arms and seized the Ape Man’s balls in his hands. He mercilessly squeezed, pulled and twisted Mulezan’s manhood. Mulezan's body humped and thrashed violently. Mulezan screamed but the mighty Ape Man did not give in - he would never give in! Mulezan bellowed like a bull being castrated!
The Hunter couldn’t believe that Mulezan could still resist. He was impressed, and Jacob van Rijswijck did not impress easily. The success of the nipple work made The Hunter realize that he had been attacking the wrong end of Mulezan. the Belgian let go of Mulezan's fat nuts and propped Mulezan back up on his knees.
“You know Mulezan, I always wondered about you … living like you do, parading around naked all the time. I thought, yep, this guy’s a homo. I know ya want me, don’t ya? a real man?”
Mulezan looked confused for a moment. “ I’m gonna show ya what I learned in jail! Get ready to beg for your life, 'cause ain’t no one ever walked away after taking my jackhammer!”
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| The Hunter began stroking his massively thick and long organ to full iron hard erection |
The Hunter began stroking his massively thick and long organ to full iron hard erection. "Like it Jungle Boy?" he asked as he stroked his huge 11 inch pussy buster till it started to drip. "Not a bad piece of equipment huh?" he stated, answering his own question. It was even bigger than Mulezan’s thick 10 inches! Mulezan had never seen so large a cock on a white man before! A couple of men in the tribes were this big, but only a couple in all of the Congo! Mulezan dared not think of what was to come -
Mulezan the Jungle Man felt fear deep in the pit of his stomach as he knelt before The Hunter … fear of the man who towered over him … fear of what was about to happen to him.
As the now-naked the Hunter circled, rubbing his , power-packed torso, his engorged member throbbed and pulsed in anticipation. the Hunter longed to destroy Mulezan completely – he had done it physically, but now would do it mentally. The mental destruction of Mulezan could only be done one way – by dominating him in the most important and humiliating way. The Hunter would rape Mulezan. The Hunter would take away the last vestige of Mulezan’s pride and honor. He would fuck Mulezan prison style. He would fuck Mulezan until he loved cock. Yes, he would fuck Mulezan until the Jungle man turned queer. And when the Ape Man was crying and begging at his feet, he would kill him.
Shit! A hardness like this should last a lifetime. That last night he’d come time-and-again with that woman. But nothing like this. The ape-man’s powerlessness had made the Hunter gloriously hard. The women had done nothing compared to this gush of uncompromising power set ablaze in his boner by Mulezan’s defeat. In this power-struggle, in this contest of male-on-male strength. Hunter’s groin was flooded - intensely - with male aggression. Bursting with pure muscle, his cock and balls packed to bursting with male-muscled virility that only drove more blood thundering up through his long, throbbing shaft.
SMACK! The Hunter swung out his hand suddenly, catching Mulezan off guard. The naked jungle man flew back, stunned. His mouth was bleeding. He tried to right himself, but couldn’t. The Hunter stood in front of him, grabbed his gargantuan cock and balls in his hand and shook them at Mulezan " Now… I’m gonna give all 11 inches of this, prison-style!”
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| I'm about to make you my girlfriend Mulezan. Let's fuck, stud! |
The Hunter lay on top of Mulezan, positioned at Mulezan’s ass. “I don’t think I’m gonna call ya Ape Man anymore. You’re an Ape Woman – my Ape Woman. I'm about to make you my girlfriend. Let's fuck, stud..” the Hunter said seductively as he mounted his victim.
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| Man, you have one awesome ass, I can't wait to get in it |
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| Now I am going to fuck you Mulezan...that's it , struggle, try to fight me, try to stop me ... |
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| ....but there is nothing you can do to stop me from fucking your ass, I am too powerful |
The Hunter was done playing now… it was time to FUCK! The Hunter
had learned in prison to relish his conquering of another muscle man
and owning him sexually. "I love fucking big guys like you. It's
totally a control thing .... it's just fun to turn the tables on them
and make them my bitches! Not many things hotter to me than pounding
the fuck out of some big muscle stud and hearing him whimper and moan
and groan with every thrust! First in pain, then in pleasure as my
victim stops fighting it and yield to it, and then relish it.. as you
are doing now." the Hunter said in a low voice. "I bet you
are no longer preferring to die, you are preferring to live and
experience my long, thick cock over and over again." The Hunter knew Mulezan was not quite there yet, but was laying the seeds of suggestion for his inevitable submission.
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| I got 11 inches of thick meat, and I been to prison bro, I’m gonna rape you, prison-style! |
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... I like taking it by force...
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| Your ass is mine...I am inside you...my cock is in you.. I am fucking you, Jungle Lord! |
The Hunter propped himself up, placing his hands in the
center of Mulezan’s muscular back. He braced himself behind the
jungle stud and started swaying his hips. He let his rock-hard
jackhammer rub across Mulezan’s ass, as a tease for what was to
come.
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The Hunter let his rock-hard jackhammer rub across
Mulezan’s ass, as a tease for what was to come |
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| The Hunter Rapes Mulezan |
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| Time for me to collect my trophy, Apeman! |
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| Mulezan may be the strongest man in the Jungle, But you were no match for me! |
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| With one mighty shove of his powerful hips, the Hunter commenced the rape of Mulezan! |
SLAP! SLAP! The Hunter slapped Mulezan's face. Mulezan slowly and reluctantly opened his eyes – the terrible pain in his ass was as bad as ever. He could not regain his senses. “You ain’t sleepin’ through this, boy,” Jacob said to Mulezan, smiling. “You gotta stay awake until I'm all done with you. Got it?”
Mulezan struggled to speak but couldn’t. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. .
Mulezan’s mind was reeling. He felt The Hunter’s large hands on his arms and the Fleming’s inhuman cock deep in his ass, tearing him apart with each thrust and pumping slowly in and out.
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| The Hunter had done it...he had raped Mulezan. He had claimed his trophy for his win, he was fucking Mulezan in the ass |
The Hunter had pinned the jungle muscleman, his own muscles rippling as he humped Mulezan’s beautiful, tanned, hard muscled body with the inexorable force of some hydraulic-powered industrial machine tool. All Mulezan could do was to grunt in agony at each violent thrust of his adversary's immense weapon into his brawny physique, The Hunter's muscular arms and weight kept Mulezan tightly entrapped under his conqueror.
The Hunter thrust in and out faster and faster. As he picked up speed. To add to the torment, whispering messages into his ear – “Ooh, that’s so good, ain’t it, boy, tell us how much you love it...how’s it feel to have a man in you, bitch...you finally got what you always wanted...you submissive slut, cry out for daddy.” Jacob then slipped into Dutch in his ecstatic excitement, which just sounded to Mulezan like a leopard gnawing on a bone.
Mulezan tried not to listen, but it was so confusing and he had so little resistance left. was just too powerful, and Mulezan too weakened. Mulezan was on fire as the Hunter’s thick ridged shaft plowed into him, and he couldn't stop the groans that vibrated through him. He found himself driven mad by the experience, by the physical force used to pin him in place, by the knowledge that he could do nothing to stop the thorough reaming of his ass. The Hunter was penetrating Mulezan's mind as well as Mulezan's body. But the pleasure began to mount. The powerful van Rijswijck fucked like a machine. His cock was like a steel piston, pumping into him. The incredible feeling of the plunging cock against his prostate had Mulezan spiraling into waves of pain/pleasure.
The Hunter continued the display of his dick strength with his intense fucking of the jungle stud. Mulezan’s own 10 inch cock was rock hard from the fucking. Mulezan had conflicting feelings due to the intense pleasure from the rubbing of the Hunter’s bloated cockhead on his prostate. He moaned in pleasure now more than pain, his nuts churning. The Hunter could tell and he smiled to himself. He leaned over and continued the rhythmic fucking. The Hunter reached out and grabbed Mulezan's ample penis, squeezing it and jacking it as Mulezan continued to moan.
When van Rijswijck reached out and began working Mulezan’s cock, the feral fighter began to shoot immediately! Mulezan’s body began bucking again as his swollen balls painfully pushed out his man-juice all over his abs and chest and The Hunter ’s hand! “We got a gusher!” Jacob shouted, laughing.
“Wow, you just couldn’t wait could you?” The Hunter whispered. “You can’t deny it now ...you wanted me to do this. Admit it … you loved me fucking you, you want more … admit it to me and admit it to yourself. C’mon …”
Mulezan didn't speak, and the Hunter laughed hard and cruelly.
Jacob van Rijswijck moved his hands to Mulezan’s pecs and accelerated. He had done it – he had broken Mulezan. – The most powerful man in the jungle he had speared with his mighty cock. Waves over pleasure worked over his body – every muscled pumped with blood, growing to their largest size. YES! The Triumphant Trophy Hunter exclaimed as he began shooting his greatest load ever! The victorious Hunter’s hot white cum filled Mulezan’s ass. Mulezan felt the hot juice inside him – he felt his body swelling up as the Belgian hunter emptied his flesh rifle into his hapless prey.
Mulezan’s face reflected the complete realization of his defeat and humiliation as it sank in. The Hunter finally finished his huge load and withdrew from his ass.
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| The payment of the wager is a fait accompli as the victorious Hunter’s hot white cum filled Mulezan’s ass |
Mulezan’s muscular frame lay on the ground. The mighty Ape Man was completely limp – his exhausted and abused muscles, once the envy of all, no longer responded when he tried to rise. All his energy, power and confidence had been stripped from him by the evil Hunter. All he could feel was the throbbing pain from his muscled ass, which was dripping semen from the Hunter’s conquest of him. When Mulezan looked up, he could see The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck looming above him.
The Hunter stepped forward, his body seemed to have grown even bigger in size … his pulsating, sweat-covered muscles glistened in the sun. the Hunter knelt on one knee to look Mulezan in the eye. the Hunter’s manly musk filled his nose, with a pungent, but erotic smell. The Hunter’s smell now caused an instinctive reaction in Mulezan – his cock grew hard again and he felt a yearning for the Hunter unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Mulezan had never even thought he could be subject to such total devastation - he was totally in The Hunter's power. He had been overpowered and fucked by a stronger man. It made him hot. Mulezan could not help falling for a man who could best him. Virility, testosterone, and pure alpha power oozed from the victorious Hunter. Mule was stunned. He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly. Mule had fallen hard for the Hunter. It had been the best sex Mulezan had ever had. The infatuated Mule was his bitch now.
The Hunter looked him in the eyes, penetrating deep into his soul. He opened his lips slowly and licked them. Mulezan’s body bucked forward, trying to reach those rough lips. the Hunter laughed with a deep throaty chuckle, “Oh Mulezan … it’s too late for that. Are ya ready for another round?”
“ … yes …” Mulezan meekly replied, completely lost in his conqueror’s power. "You have to ask me this time, Apeman...you got to beg for my big cock... let me hear you beg for dick...." The Hunter told Mulezan in his deep, sexy voice.
"Uhhh! Yeah! I need it… Aaagh, ungh… I need you in me… .please fuck me again...I need your cock inside me ... please...." Mulezan begged. The Hunter laughed as he mounted Mulezan again. It turned the Hunter on to hear Mulezan begging for his cock.
The Hunter once again forced his hard dick inside the jungle stud – hooting and hollering like a cowboy at a rodeo. In a way that’s what he was –a rugged men using his strength and his smarts to ride and dominate a strong animal. Mulezan was this bull, but he lasted a lot longer than 8 seconds. Mulezan’s mouth and ass were full for the next hour as Mulezan was topped a dozen times. The Hunter emptied his huge nutsack yet continued to try to fuck Mulezan to death!
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| The Hunter once again forced his hard dick inside the jungle stud. Mulezan was topped a dozen times before the Hunter finally emptied his huge nutsack |
Mulezan passed out. He was bleeding out from his internal injuries. His kidney was bleeding, his liver was broken, his spleen ruptured. His ankle was broken, his rib cage had been caved in, and he had a broken lumbar vertebrae. His body in shock from blunt trauma and broken bones.
The Hunter laid on the ground in front of the unconscious Mulezan relishing the moment. “Mulezan will be dead from his injuries within a few hours. But I don't time wait. I need to kill him, take his head, and move along.” the Hunter said. Spotting his hunting attire. the Hunter stood up and walked over to his pants as they were his only clothes. They were wet and caked in mud. Mulezan had ripped off his shirt before the fight and it was in ribbons. His undershorts had been destroyed when he used them as a weapon against Mulezan. He looked at them and tossed them down in disgust. Then he got an idea. He had beaten Mulezan completely. He truly was the new Lord of the Jungle – but no one would know unless he had a trophy. The Hunter picked up Mulezan’s loincloth and slipped it on. He secured it and picked up Mulezan’s knife. The Hunter filled the cloth out amazingly well, even better than Mulezan. He walked back to Mulezan. Time to take the head for his reward in Boma.
The Hunter slapped the still unconscious Ape Man again and again. He threw water into his bloodied face. AHH! Mulezan awoke, his entire body still screaming in agony. He reluctantly opened his eyes and stared up at his defiler, his subjugator – The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck.
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When Mulezan awoke...
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...Mulezan saw the Hunter standing above him, huge hands on his trim hips ...
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The Hunter was wearing Mulezan's loincloth and knife
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Mulezan's animal-skin loincloth, a symbol of his power...
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...was now being worn by The Hunter,
Jacob van Rijswijck. The New 'King of the Jungle'
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Mulezan saw the Hunter standing above him, huge hands on his trim hips, wearing his loincloth and knife. The rugged, muscled machismo Hunter looked like a true Jungle King, filling out the loin cloth even better than Mulezan had. Mulezan felt tremendous shame. The Hunter, the most ruthless, evil man in the jungle had defeated him in combat and fucked him. The villain was walking around in his animal-skin loincloth, a symbol of his power and of his conquest, and wielding his knife. Mulezan, so-called King of the Jungle, was laid out in the dirt before his archenemy, naked and helpless. Mulezan shame and humiliation before the rightful Lord of the Jungle. the Hunter had attacked Mulezan's body and destroyed it with amazing efficiency, but his greatest attack had come in the form of a violent, humiliating fucking that had devastated Mulezan’s mind and noble spirit.
The Hunter looked down at the vanquished former King of the Jungle. Mulezan was lying in the mud, injured, bruised and bloody, desperately gasping for breath. A job well done - "the mighty, the invincible, the all powerful King of the Jungle". Defeated, Fucked, and Dethroned by Jacob van Rijswijck. To some it would have been a glorious victory, but to the Hunter, it was just another job done well.
The Hunter had one final Humiliation for Mulezan before he died. The Hunter cupped his hands around his mouth. His massive chest swelled as he filled his lungs with air. Then the Hunter gave out the apeman’s yell. Yes, the apeman’s yell of victory. The yell that would resound through the juntle at an enemy’s defeat. He stood there, standing above the apeman’s defeated ass, cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed the apeman’s yell of victory. It was the Hunter's yell now. The yell was now the property of Jacob van Rijswijck. The property of the new King of the Jungle.
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| The Hunter had one final Humiliation for Mulezan. The Hunter cupped his hands around his mouth. His massive chest swelled as he filled his lungs with air |
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| Standing above the defeated apeman, the Hunter cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed the apeman’s yell of victory |
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| It was the Hunter's yell now. The property of Jacob van Rijswijck, the new King of the Jungle |
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| I want ya to be looking at me when you die |
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I’m the Lord of this Jungle now
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The Belgian hired muscle pulled out Mulezan’s knife
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Pretty fitting that you die by your own knife, eh Jungle Man?
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The Hunter prepares to slit Mulezan's throat with Mulezan's own knife
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"This is nothing personal, Mulezan..." the murderous Hunter stated calmly, as he gripped the knife and overpowered the struggles of the weakened Mulezan, "I rather enjoyed defeating and fucking you. I think we could have been friends. But I was paid handsomely to do a job, that job includes a huge bonus for fetching your head to my employer!"
As The Hunter reached across Mulezan to slit his throat, the knife was knocked from his hand! A monkey in the trees had thrown a rock at the Belgian pretender to the throne. Projectiles came flying out of the trees, sending the Fleming thug ducking for cover.
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The Monkeys were just the advanced scouts for apes and
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Mulezan’s friends, the monkeys, had come in answer to the Mulezan's yell that the Hunter had given, They were there to to help Mulezan, their King and protector, but they were too small for direct contact. The air was suddenly filled with the trumpeting of elephants, the roar of great cats, and the rumble of the great apes. An army of jungle beasts were on the way to aid Mulezan, the true King of the Jungle, in response to the famous call. They had not arrived yet, but the shaking of the ground meant they were approaching at great speed.
Mulezan, hearing the urgent calls of his friends, unconsciously stumbled into the trees, collapsing behind cover only feet from the fuming Hunter. Some of the monkeys dove down, dropping leaves and branches onto his battered body, covering him completely to hide Mulezan from the Hunter until help arrived.
The monkeys stopped when the the Hunter reached his gun and shot into the trees randomly. The Hunter started to search for Mulezan when he heard an elephant’s cry and a jaguar's roar and felt the earth tremble under his feet.
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The forest denizens were enraged and did not recognize Jacob van Rijswijck as their lord!
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Defeating Mulezan had merely angered the Jungle and set it
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The new 'King of the Jungle' realized he had a rebellion on
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FUCK!!!. The cavalry’s comin’. I've got to get outta here!!!
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“FUCK!!!. The cavalry’s comin’. I've got to get outta here. With a concussion, broken ribs, internal injuries, and a broken ankle Mulezan is as good as dead anyway. He'll never make it out of the jungle alive in his condition.” the Hunter cursed. The Hunter quickly fled, leaving behind the humiliated and destroyed Mulezan...
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The Hunter quickly fled...
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leaving behind the humiliated and destroyed Mulezan...
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Remember that it was Jacob van Rijswijck that took your throne
and yout title, Mulezan |
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A new muscle stud rules the Jungle, now...
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The vanquisher of the jungle lord, having annihilated the
legend of the apeman, seized the title of jungle lord for his own |
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The Hunter, Jacob van Rijswijck is already plotting how best
to use his newfound position as the new KING OF THE JUNGLE! |
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He’s as good as dead!
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The Hunter picks up Amadi's sister Msuta along the way. Msuta, one of Chief Ruoli's twelve daughters, had been sent by her father to spy on the white Hunter encampment. Msuta eyes got very wide and she even gasped when she first saw the muscles on The Hunter's back and shoulders. His physique and raw masculinity had made her vagina as wet as the rain forest. She had fallen for the hot, virile Jacob's physicality and charisma, at first site.
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The Hunter escapes the wrath of the Jungle critters!
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...and you honey will be how I symbolically FUCK THE
UKOTHO, tonight! |
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To be continued?
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Coitus interruptus
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You really though it was over, Big Man?
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*Mulesblog would like to note that the Belgian characters depicted in this series in no way are representative of the fine citizens of that delightful land, and especially not of our Belgian readers who we value and treasure be they Flemish, Walloon, German or other ethnicity.
Wow! The best Mulezan installment yet! The build up and tension just before the match is crazy. Two alpha males who never faced defeat had the most vicious clash of their lifetime. The fight unraveled and it's damn hot! ***SPOILER*****
ReplyDeleteThe first strike is devastating. It set the tempo and Mulezan was utterly dominated! In no time Mulezan was beaten to a mush. The legendary Mulezan himself clobbered into a pulp! He was manhandled like a jobber and was subjected to submission hold after painful submission hold. Jacob was just superior in every way against Mulezan. He turned the Jungle Stud to his Ape Bitch Boy. Jacob did not just break Mulezan, he decimated Mulezan's whole being. He squashed the legend like a bug!
Damn! I wonder if Mulezan could recover from this. One thing is for sure, Jacob instilled fear on Mulezan like never before.
Excited for more Mulezan!
Cheers, man!
Hot story! Loved the way the magnificent Mulezan was beaten, conquered - the ultimate trophy fuck. Would love to see him get taken down again.
ReplyDeleteFUCK!!!!!!!! THAT SHIT WAS HOT!!!!! THIS NEEDED A SERIES OF ITS OWN! Jacob has to come back through his gene pool and fight Mule... or everyone in the present! I think he just might be your best villain/rival yet! DAMN!
ReplyDeleteI've got it; Grappler Dan vs Jacob!!!!
DeleteDamn! Rereading this for the nth time. Still as awesome as ever. The unbeatable Mulezan decimated into a wimp. Hot!
ReplyDeletethank you so much i love sleeper and camel cluch fuck holds
ReplyDeleteFuck! This story never fails to give me a hard on! Damn hot!
ReplyDeleteI just came across this story again and it is hot as ever - somehow Mule/Mulezan is even more of a stud when, after a great battle, he is knocked out and nailed, his amazing body conquered. More!
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