Mulezan Goes To India: A Sub-continent Adventure
मुलेझन भारतात जाता: उप महाद्वीप साहसी
Story by Mule, Edits by Stefan, Original art by Steve (Artist-brah) and Enrique(Artista-Colega) Special consultant on all things India: WrestlerAdi
Sahyadri Hill Country, Maharahtra, British Raj 1911
सह्याद्री हिल देश, महाराज, ब्रिटिश राज
Princess Mehtab of Patiala, the Maharani of Nahik, paced about the Royal Palace. She was a descendant of the last Maratha Emperor, Shivaji III, her family had ruled over a fabulous empire that had stretched over much of the subcontinent. Now the remaining Maratha princes ruled as feudatories of the British Raj and irked under the vicissitudes of British colonial hubris.
Princess Mehtab had just met with the viceroy Lord Humbert-Humbert, the King-Emperor's representative in Indian and the supreme governor of Britain's possessions there. All was in a state of excitement in anticipation of the King and Queen's Royal Durbar to be declared Emperor and Empress of India.
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| En route to the Raj! |
A great effort was being made to show the modernization and enlightened rule effected over the benighted "savages" of India to impress these Teutonic nobs ruling over Britain, while ignoring the fact that Indian civilization was far older than that of Britain.
Months earlier, Lord Humbert-Humbert had ordered the construction of a giant electric power plant in the Nashik District, some 50 miles north of Bombay. (Well that was what the British called the city, a city the Indians had long called Mumbai) To meet the needs of the power plant, a huge dam is being constructed in order to form a lake out of an ancient jungle valley. The valley is not only the location of the remains of many architectural antiquities from the Maurya Empire all the way to that of the Maratha, but it has also been the spawning ground for Indian elephants since prehistoric days. The Princess has been working on plans to move the elephants along with as many historical relics as possible, but today she found out that no doubt due to the rush to complete the project in time for the Durbar, and the harsh demands and working conditions imposed on the poor native laborers to do so, the dam will be ready three months ahead of schedule. She pleaded with the Viceroy to delay the opening of the dam for if they flood the valley now, hundreds of elephants will drown.
But opposition to any delay came from the head Engineer of the Project, Hans Buttmann, a ruthless Austrian bully who is used to getting his way. His threats to go over the Viceroy's head, "all the way to London" combined with the physical seduction of the effete Viceroy, by the powerful, muscular handsome Austrian had hardened the position of the once sympathetic Lord Humbert-Humbert into only delaying the opening for one month. "It must be finished for the royal visit!" The Viceroy noted thinking dreamily of his night frolic with the Leitender Ingenieur, Hans.
The Indian princess knew what even the Viceroy had admitted to her prior to his change of heart, that the it was highly improbable that the royal couple would visit Bombay like they did as the Prince and Princess of Wales in 1905, and if they did, they were unlikely to visit the George V Dam due to its remoteness and the logistical nightmare of a royal expedition to see it. So why the rush? She could not fathom what had changed his mind, and why he wore that ridiculous smile on his face and was forever twirling that mustache of his! What had gotten into that ass of a Viceroy? (Not knowing it was more of a Who, than a what and it had literally been his ass in a different sense of the word!)
How would she be able to relocate a thousand or more elephants to the safety of the new wildlife preserve in a month? There are few skilled elephant mahouts left in the area, as most had been drawn to Delhi in anticipation of the Royal Durbar.
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| Preparations were in full swing for the Royal Durbar. |
Suddenly the Princess has an idea. She has been reading articles and books about an American blue blood who had been raised by apes in the African jungle. It was said that he could speak to and command elephants. That is huge, if true! He would be able to warn the elephants and lead them to safety. She must contact Mulezan, Lord of the Jungle, at once. "Help us, Mulezan! You are our only hope!" she pleaded. She uses a South-African based contact: a lawyer named Mohandas Gandhi, to find Mulezan in the Belgian Congo and deliver her plea.
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| Princess Mehtab of Patiala, the Maharani of Nashik ~and a Hot Indian Chick~ |
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| ~Mulezan~ Lord of the Jungle, King of the Animals |
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| ~Mulezan loves Elephants and Hot Indian Chicks~ |
A few days later, the populace of Nashik were shocked and amazed as a Type 20 Santos-Dumont Demoiselle monoplane, piloted by famed female pioneer aviator Hélène Dutrieu (4th woman pilot in the world, first woman pilot to fly with a passenger, who was later met with scandal when when the press revealed that she did not wear a corset while flying) flew overhead. A lone passenger parachutes from the low flying aeroplane. Mulezan had arrived in India!
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| ~Mulezan Arrives In India~ |
{To those that may quibble about historical accuracy of such an extended flight in 1911, know that despite the lies told by the West, the airplane was actually an Indian invention.
See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiynW4opf5c
Also, know that the adventures of Mulezan occur in an alternate time line, to wit: the separate yet parallel J.J. Abrams Star Trek Universe known as "The Kelvin Timeline"}
The international Consortium behind the Power Plant project had spies everywhere. They had already heard about Mulezan's aid having been recruited by the Princess. The Consortium was well aware of how dangerous and formidable an adversary Mulezan could be. They moved quickly to use their contacts in India to hire an enforcer to deal with Mulezan. They would counter muscle with muscle.
"Warum sollten wir etwas Wildes im Dschungel tun?" Er höhnte!" thought the Chief Engineer when he heard of this plan. I am fully capable of dealing with this Mulezan on my own. The Austrian was indeed intimidating. A giant with Teuton heritage, he was devastatingly handsome, with a muscular body chiseled from stone, deep blue eyes that dare you to challenge him, and an attitude for days, as they say. He feared nothing. He has put down many uprisings and overcome resistance on other projects in various colonial dominions, using pure brute force, all of which he personally as well as professionally enjoyed doing. He oozed the kind of confidence that only Herrenmenschen, with their incredible muscularity and unbelievable good looks can do. The Teutonic Engineer exuded all the strength, intimidation and dominance of the classic Alpha male. He was the ideal model Aryan Übermensch. |
| The Chief Engineer ~A True Alpha Male & Aryan Übermensch~ |
But his superiors at the Consortium were insistent on bringing in outside help to deal with the Mulezan situation. They reached out to "The Great Gama", India's greatest strongman and wrestler. The Great Gama, has successfully handled matters like this before for the Consortium.
But the Great Gama had been summoned to London for a Command Performance Wrestling Match for the Dowager Queen Alexandra, to face off with a burly Danish Champion from her homeland. But the Great Gama, never one to disrespect the Consortium that was his chief financial backer, sends his greatest student and apprentice, Adi - The Indian Muscle Bear.
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| ~The Great Gama~ |
But the Great Gama had been summoned to London for a Command Performance Wrestling Match for the Dowager Queen Alexandra, to face off with a burly Danish Champion from her homeland. But the Great Gama, never one to disrespect the Consortium that was his chief financial backer, sends his greatest student and apprentice, Adi - The Indian Muscle Bear.
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| This meddlesome Apeman interloper will die at the hands of Adi, my strongest fighter! |
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| Adi - The Indian Muscle Bear |
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| It will be my pleasure to take care of this Mulezan for you. I will enjoy humiliating and destroying him with my bare hands! |
The ancient Hindu Haathi temple was named for the elephants who have lived in the area of the temple since prehistoric times, and dedicated to Lord Ganesha. The temple is one of many archaeological treasures that will be deep under water once the dam is finished. And by "abandoned" the colonial government means that the monks were forced to leave the temple at gunpoint.
Mulezan and the Princess suspect a trap. She urges Mulezan not to go, but the fearless Mulezan only knows one way to deal with any problem, and that is to face it head on. Mulezan is warned that there is a rogue Tiger in the jungle near the temple, that has killed six villagers in the past few weeks and is urged by the Princess at least arm himself. Mulezan scoffs at the idea of a rifle. Mulezan sets off alone through the deep jungle towards the Temple.
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| Mulezan sets off through the deep jungle towards the Temple |
Ahhh...Mulezan feels right at home in the Jungle. He always feels like a fish out of water in cities and towns.
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| Mulezan feels right at home in the Jungle |
The forests of India, while the plants and animals differed somewhat from his Congo home, still seemed serenely familiar to him, and he communed in enlightened bliss with its sights, smells and sounds...sounds...
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| Uh, Oh! That sounds and smells like that man-eating Tiger! |
"Uh, Oh! That sounds and smells like that man-eating Tiger I was warned about. I got time to stop and chat him up bro to bro. I will find out what he's all about. He probably has some unresolved anger control issues. I could show him some controlled breathing exercises and teach him some self-calming affirmations."
Well, the Tiger was having none of Mulezan's anger control tips, which made Mulezan so angry the veins in his neck were bulging.
"What the actual fuck! You're growling at me? Listen Tiger-bra, you better ask your feline relatives in Africa about Mulezan before you start shit with me, " the furious Mulezan growled back in leopard, hoping the tiger would understand this cat dialect. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn ya. I'm gonna turn you into a Tiger skin rug, you flea infested feline, WTFROAR!"
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| You wasn't expecting a punch to the jaw, was you, pussy cat? |
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| Or a side head-lock either, I bet |
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| Lemme crank that just a little harder for ya... |
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| Us hoomans call this a naked choke... |
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~Enrique Nieto Nadal~
Daymn, boy! Your breath is fucking awful.When was the last time you had a dental check up? |
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| Looks like pussy cat don't wanna play no more... |
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| I sure am glad PETA hasn't been founded yet |
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| Time for a triumphant Mulezan yell, to let the critters know the King of the Jungle is here! |
"Man, the Tigers here in India sure are dumb! And they smell like curry. Must be someone he ate. Nice little work out tho', it got me woke now. Got me Hyped for some more 'negotiating'! I sure enjoyed 'negotiating' with that tiger!"
Meanwhile, at the Temple, Adi and Hans are chilling while waiting for Mulezan. It is quite a place. The Engineer realizes that the shining mirror-like Temple floor is made of pure silver. It has to be worth a fortune. Once they dispose of Mulezan, he will dig up the floor. While Adi enjoys a massage by their Indian Margdarshak (guide), the Austrian escapes the oppressive jungle heat and humidity by stripping off his lederhosen and taking a dip in the fountain that serves as a watering hole for the ever present elephants.
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| Hans awaits Mulezan! |
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| You are much greater a man, that than puffed up Austrian, master!!! |
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| Do you think he suspects you are an agent of the Indian National Congress, Master? Not a chance, Rohit, and once he completes his project of desecration, a spark will be lit that will start a blaze that will spread across all of India, leading to the independence of our people from such as he! |
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| Adi dreams of an independent India, while Hans wallows in imperialistic dreams! |
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| Shame such a beautiful place will soon be underwater, but such is the price of progress! |
Mulezan arrives at the Temple
मुलेजान मंदिरात आले
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| I guess this must be the place |
"I guess this must be the place. It's the only elephant temple around. Cool temple. The vivid colors from light reflecting off the holy water in that pool is a photographer’s dream. And the floors are like mirrors. Jane would love this place. Why would someone want to put all of this at the bottom of a lake? Oh, well, I can't think about that right now. I gots some 'negotiating' to tend to. I'll think about that tomorrow.
"I wonder who these two jokers are? I'm thinking the big brown one is the "muscle" and the big white dude is the Boss, given that this is 1911 India. Both are huge swoll motherfuckers, that's for sure!"
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| They sure look like formidable opponents! Good! There is nothing I like better than a good challenge. It will be fun when I defeat them! |
"This looks like it's gonna be good!" thinks Mulezan. "I have to admit that I enjoy wrestling guys of all sizes, but there is that special feeling when you get the advantage over a guy who is your equal or close to it. Sure, I like to toy with a guy sometimes, because I simply enjoy wrestling. But there are times when I want the competition of someone who seriously could pin me or even better, make me submit, because I enjoy competition more when I have a quality opponent. Its the challenge it represents. As an Alpha male warrior, I like to be challenged. I like to be pushed to mah limits and come out on top. I like to have guys take the fight to me, and step away from the match knowing I have beaten a good opponent! After all, anyone that isn't constantly challenged grows weak."
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| So you are the Mighty Jungle Lord from Africa? The one that can talk to monkeys and elephants? You don't look like much to me, affenmensch! |
The Austrian looked Mulezan up and down, appraising Mulezan's incredible physique. Nearly naked, wearing just a loin cloth, it was clear why the affenmensch was a legend. He had broad shoulders, a massive chest, washboard abs and huge arms and legs. Herr Buttmann gazed into the sharp green eyes of the handsome, sculpted face.
"So you are the Mighty Jungle Lord from Africa? The one that can talk to monkeys and elephants? You don't look like much to me!" --spoke the big white dude. "Yup, he sounds like the boss alright. He also sounds like a real dick," thought Mulezan.
"You have made a huge mistake butting into my business. And an even huger mistake coming here today, with no witnesses. You will not leave this place alive! Adi will kill you, skin you, and wear your skin. Adi is human perfection, honed into a invincible weapon. He has defeated every wrestler who has dared to face him. You are no more than an oafish ape. What chance do you have? Who are you?" --the boss man continued with his shit talking.
"Yeah, well, I do OK I guess. I've wrestled a charging rhino to the ground with my bare hands and I killed a band of rogue silverback gorillas with nothing but my elbows and knees back home. Oh, yeah, and I killed a tiger on my way here." The jungle-lord replies, trying to sound humble to defuse this situation some. Give Peace A Chance the Princess had told him. Catchy phrase, it would make a great song title. But that never seems to work for him. Being humble isn't easy for Mulezan, and besides when he tries being humble it's pretty clear to people he doesn't have much to be humble about so it just comes across as insincerity.
"Just look at Adi's body. His muscles are like iron. A lot bigger men than you have tried to break that wall of muscle, and they didn’t do any better than you will. There is no way you can even hurt him. Your fists will break as your punches harmlessly bounce off this wall of muscles!" the Boss Man continued.
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| Good t' know. I will file it between 'blow it out your bung hole' and 'who gives a crap' ! |
*Sigh...* What a fucking asshole. "So much for try'n be a nice guy... Good t' know. I will file it between 'blow it out your bung hole' and 'who gives a crap'!" -- The Jungle-king says, fed up with this 'Give Peace a Chance' crapola. Well the princess had said, that if the way of Vishnu fails, to go all Siva on their asses!
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| Adi sure looked like a very formidable opponent |
Mulezan had to admit this "Adi" dude is one powerful looking brute. With his muscles flexing and bulging, he was an enormous mountain of muscle. His astounding physique was all solid, ridged, knotted, defined, rock hard muscle. A broad powerfully built chest with grooves of muscle cleavage formed a deep pec valley. Mulezan marvelled at a ripped set of deeply ridged, sculpted, steel hard abs and thick powerful shoulders a mile wide. This Indian warrior was pure muscle and testosterone-packed male virility. Even the mighty Mulezan was mightily impressed by this dude. "Nice muscles, it still won't be enough!" --the Jungle monarch grunted with confidence as he girded his loins for combat.
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| Nice muscles, it still won't be enough! |
Well, it didn't take long for the negotiations to break down. The conversation turned ugly barely moments after the formal greetings were exchanged and the posturing began.
Alpha male versus alpha male wrestling is all about domination. Two muscle studs who believe they are invincible and can defeat anyone, putting that reputation on the line to see who can kick whose ass. It's instinctive when two muscle studs first meet: an initial stare-down, gazing at each other, some overt flexing and posing, then the sizing up of each other.
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| Let's dance Adi, but no singing! |
"Welp, so how we playin' this?" Mulezan asked.
Adi put up his hands for a contest of strength. The two titans lock together, two musclemen in a battle for dominance. Adi's powerful back muscles rippled, as did those of Mulezan. The blond jungle savage's muscular upper physique opposed Adi's huge bulging rock hard arms and shoulders with a surge of forward power. They were grinding their heavily muscled bodies together. They stood cemented together, as they pressed their rock hard bodies together. Chest to chest, they flexed and ground their huge jutting pecs, rippling abs, and swollen crotches together. The massive bodies were dripping with sweat while their muscular abdomens rapidly inflated and deflated as they heaved for more and more oxygen to fuel their bulging, straining muscles.
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| They stood cemented together, as they pressed their rock hard bodies together... |
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| It will be amusing to watch Adi crush this meddlesome affenmensch, although I would prefer to crush this upstart myself! |
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| Chest to chest, they flexed and ground their huge jutting pecs, rippling abs, and swollen crotches together. |
Adi and Mulezan struggled, grunting and groaning, using all their tremendous upper body strength. Adi leaned away from Mulezan's upper body for a second and then collided his built-like-a-brick-shithouse torso against that of the blond behemoth again. They were both going balls-to-the-wall. exerting all their muscle-power over each other. Using every ounce of their raw muscle and brute strength. They gave it their all with no holding back.
Mulezan's teeth were grinding together, rivets of sweat poured off his body, all his muscles flaring. The blond Jungle king, felt the power coursing through his body as he pushed. But he couldn't move the mighty Adi, nor could the Indian titan move Mulezan. They continued to grunt and grow. Mulezan could feel the arms of both muscular gods starting to shake, from the exertion.
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| The blond Jungle king, felt the power coursing through his body as he pushed. But he couldn't move the mighty Adi, nor could the Indian titan move Mulezan |
The Engineer watched intently as his paid Indian muscle-for-hire pressed his rock-hard body into the mighty Mulezan. He could barely believe his eyes. It was strangely homoerotic. The musclemen were grinding their huge pecs, their rippling muscular bellies, and even their swollen crotches together. The musclegod bodies glistened with sweat as they struggled face-to-face, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, and shaft-to-shaft, with massive chests heaving and bellies sucking in air against each other. It was as hot-as-fuck.
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| The Engineer watched intently as his paid Indian muscle-for- hire pressed his rock-hard body into the mighty Mulezan |
The stalemate in this test of strength between the muscular colossi, was broken when the skilled wrestler Adi cleverly yielded to Mulezan's brute strength and jerked him forward and into his Indian knee, catching the blond's rock hard abs off-guard. UUUUUFFFFFF! Adi's powerful knee drove deep into the jungleman's musclegut. Spit and air flew out Mulezan's mouth together with a huge grunt of pain and surprise. The blond behemoth wasn’t expecting it, so he lost all his much needed air. Adi is easily as muscular and strong as Mulezan, and is out to prove he is a far more skillful wrestler than the ape-pal, demonstrating an array skilled moves just like that one.
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| Adi was far more adept at wrestling than the Jungleman |
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| The strength and power of Mulezan was leveraged against him by the Indian's deft maneuvers |
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| You white men are soft, even the toughest of you who seem hard, are soft and doughy compared to Indian brawn! |
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| The Indian wrestler wracks the hapless Mulezan |
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| Submit and perhaps you will be spared...perhaps... |
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| But surrender or not, your defeat is inevitable and imminent! |
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| Maybe I should have stayed in the Congo!!! |
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| Indeed you should have stayed in Africa and minded your own business!!! |
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| Now you will have a vulture burial like the Parsis of Mumbai! |
Mulezan pulls a reversal, just as the Indian Muscle Bear thought he had the thing all sewn up!
"Ok, you had your fun. My turn now," said Mulezan. He might not be as skilled as the Indian in wrestling, but he knew some jungle tricks of his own.
Mulezan pushes his knee into the middle of Adi's massive back, while holding both of Adi's thick arms in a hammerlock. A low husky growl rumbled from the Adi's huge, muscle fortified and now heaving chest. One of Adi's hands slide up Mulezan's arm, squeezing his foe's giant bicep, feeling rock hard boulder sized muscle and warm sweaty skin under his arm and fingers. Adi's growl turned into a soft moan in his heavy muscled chest as he squirmed in Mulezan's powerful hold.
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| I learned this trick from an African shaman friend of mine... |
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| Your tigers are tougher than you, wrestler man! |
Mulezan reached forward and grabbed Adi’s chin in both hands. He pulled, prying Adi’s neck backward. The Indian muscle-man desperately tried to pull Mulezan’s fingers away from his chin, but Mulezan held tight.
“Feel that power, Adi?” Mulezan almost cooed. “Feel it?!” he shouted jarringly, wrenching on his opponent’s neck harder and making him whine in agony and fear.
“Uh-huh!” Adi grunted frantically.
“I should fucking rip your head off,” Mulezan snarled, his biceps bulging as he slowly pulled Adi’s head back a fraction farther. “Oh yeah, feel that power!” Mulezan’s cock stretched impressively, fresh waves of pre-cum spreading the dark stain in the loin cloth fabric stretched taut over his large cock head, swelling with excitement. “Sticking your big smelly foot in my handsome face is going to cost you big time, mother fucker! I only suck toes that I want to suck...”
"Uh… uh… uh!!” Adi’s grunts grew more panicked as Mulezan wrenched harder and harder on his neck
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| What were you saying about me being soft and doughy? I am a like a f'ing bull elephant, Hindu dude!!! |
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| Ach du lieber! You fool! Are you going to let this affenmensch primitive beat you? |
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| It is not like he has any choice in the matter, Swiss Miss! |
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| MMMRRRGGGHE DDDRHGGH LLMNNRRRR KNSSRRS! Sorry Dude, I don't speak any Indian languages! Do you speak Swahili? |
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| Aaaaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhh! |
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| Looks like your damn dam is not going to be built anytime soon, Sauerkraut!!! |
Mulezan stood behind the Hindu muscle man and with Mulezan's knee in Adi's back jerked his head back. Adi's body was forced to arch back opening his expansive chest wide. Mulezan raised his forearm and smashed it down across Adi's ample and jutting pectoral mass. The Indian Muscle Bear groaned loudly from the impact to his muscled torso. His heaving chest and taunt nipples were glistening with sweat. Mulezan grabbed Adi's head and stretched him back again. Mulezan drove his powerful clenched fist into Adi's stretched left pec, connecting on the large dark nipple. Then Mulezan reached back, his arm stretched back as far as it could for maximum wind up, he power punched the Adi's tit again.
The blow reverberated in Adi's chest cavity. Adi groaned from the blow, the area around his nipple becoming red from the heat of pain of the devastating blow. Adi felt wave upon wave of pain and heat overwhelm him. His body had never been subjected to such brutal punishment before.
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| It is all right to whimper and cry Hindu dude, my opponents all do in the end! |
Aw Fuck... That ol' wrestler dog Adi had a few tricks left...
As Mulezan prepared to apply the same devastating rear naked choke that that he had used so effectively on the tiger, the resourceful Adi drove a powerful blow to Mulezan's crotch with his left elbow. While Mulezan recoiled from the elbow strike to his nuts, Adi tucked, grabbed Mulezan's left arm and flipped the blond jungleman over his shoulder and on his back, pouncing on the prone apeman.
What Mulezan had experienced was some bad-ass Kalaripayattu maneuvers, Often known as the ‘Mother Of All Martial Arts’, this 3000-year old art form, draws inspiration from the raw power, swift movements and sinuous strength of majestic animals – the lion, tiger, elephant, wild boar, snake and crocodile. It was an Indian monk Bodhidharma, after all, who had taught the Shaolin monks not only Buddhism, but the Tenfold Path to kicking ass!
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| Not so big on the boasting now, are you, Jungle boy! |
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| Excellent Adi, now finish the jungle goon off, and we can have a nice lunch! |
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| I am seeing a vision of your corpse, Ape man! Maybe you should see a doctor about those hallucinations Adi, might be head trauma! |
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| A bit of a jokester for somebody getting his ass handed to him, white bread! I have gotten out of trickier situations than these, yoga boy! |
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| You never met Adi before, jungle book! |
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| I am your worst nightmare, ape fucker! |
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| Writhe like a cobra, all you want jungle man, you won't escape me! |
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| I will now teach you what it means to lose a fight to Adi! You haven't won yet, curry breath! |
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| You know curry doesn't mean what you whities think it means! Save the cultural explanations for someone who gives a fuck! |
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| That's what I am talking about Adi, choke the jungle beast out! |
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| I am like the python, Jungle boy, you have those in Africa? |
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| FINISH HIM ADI!!! THIS IS NOT A WRESTLING EXHIBITION, THIS IS AN ANNIHILATION! |
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| Sorry, Mulezan, this has been fun, but the boss is giving orders and he is paying for this show. |
Mulezan breaks free, but the ass kicking from Adi has taken his toll and as he struggles to his feet, his Indian opponent squares for battle looking much more in control than the Jungle lord...
Mulezan takes a moment to re-evaluate his Indian opponent. Adi's sweat-covered brown skin glistened. The muscles on his huge, over-developed body rippled with each deep breath. His broad shoulders and thick chest were matched by the size of his arms. Small rivers of perspiration welled up between the ridges of his cobblestone abs. His chest and torso exuded pure power. Thick nipples protruded downward; huge muscles bulged and flexed. And the skin, so taut, stretched over the muscles and hugged them, forming a deep canyon between his pecs.
uh, oh...
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| Gut, gut, steck den Affenmann in one of your famous Bärenhugs, Mein Indischer Bär! |
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| Squeeze the life out of the affenmensch, Adi! |
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| Das ist gut, das ist ausgezeichnet! |
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| This is my signature move, Mulezan, feel the crush of the Indian Muscle Bear! |
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| Slit the throat of the menschenaffe and let's be done with this meddlesome monkey-man. |
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| I could slowly squeeze the life out of you like a python, but the Austrian is impatient! |
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| Maybe I should hurry things along, I am getting hungry!! |
Adi positioned his thick chest in front of his opponent’s face as he wrapped his arms around Mulezan's head. It started with chest lick humiliation: Adi forcing Mulezan to lick his sweaty hairy and muscular pecs! But it quickly escalated from there!
Adi wrapped Mulezan up like a python. Through gritted teeth the phenomenally muscular Adi snorted, “Feel the power of Adi, the Indian Muscle Bear!” The veins in the Indian Strongman's massive arms rose to the surface like ropes when he started to really apply pressure. Mulezan's face showed the shock of his surprise at the awesome strength of his hunky adversary. Mulezan tried to pull his mighty opponent off desperately, but Adi didn't budge an inch. The Jungle muscle man’s equally massive arms flailed helplessly as he fought to breathe, his face smothered between Adi's mountainous pecs.
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| The Jungle muscle man fought to breathe, his face smothered between Adi's mountainous pecs |
Once Adi felt Mulezan grow weaker from lack of oxygen and his struggling beginning to fade, Adi let go of him and jumped backward. Mulezan immediately went toppling over backwards to the floor, landing squarely on his big muscle butt. Mulezan panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. Adi's smothering headlock had taken a lot out of him. Mulezan continued to fight for air as he tried to shake off the effects and recover quickly from his vulnerable position. Before he could get to his feet, Adi rammed his right knee into Mulezan's face. The blow rattled his head, ringing it like a bell. The powerful knee strike would have taken any ordinary man’s head off. Mulezan's head snapped backward sending him spinning like a top and sprawling back until he dropped flat on his back with a thud. The King of the Jungle went limp, nearly knocked out from the blow.
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| Knocking the dagger out of my hand won't save you, it will merely prolong your dying... |
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| I want to hear some bones breaking, Adi, perhaps if I hum a merry Oktoberfest oom-pah tune, you can provide the percussion with Mulezan's snapping bones! |
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| 🎵 dah da dah dah dah da dee dah dah da dee dee dah... 🎵 |
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| That Bratwurst is waiting, can we hurry it up here, let me help speed things up! |
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| Sir, can you please stop that, it impugns my honour as a wrestler! I can handle this blond ape by myself! |
As Mulezan stumbles backwards, Adi immediately moves in, grabbing the blond in a bearhug. Mulezan cries out as Adi crushes the blond's thick, muscle ladened body. The jungleman feels it immediately. Adi’s strong and as rock-hard solid in the midsection as Mulezan. The pressure he exerts on Mulezan's body is incredible. He grunts and fights to focus. The Indian Muscle Bear squeezes even harder as he crushes the jungle king's spine. The blond apeman struggles and fights. The jungle beast regains his focus. Adi must sense it. He lifts the blond off the floor to stop any counter of the white ape. Mulezan suffers in the suspended bearhug. He bounces Mulezan up and down. The blond muscleman's mind reels from lack of oxygen.
Adi applied even more power into his devastating frontal bearhug. Mulezan was once again shocked by the awesome might of his Indian adversary. The image of the musclebound Lord of the Ape's being crushed in the massive arms of his equally beefy challenger, their two nearly naked bodies compressed together, was an erotically stimulating site for the intensely watching Hans and Rohit.
Adi calmly tightened his grip, crushing the ultimate Jungle Muscleman’s back and ribs even more. “Give up!” snorted the powerful Indian. The squeezing force of Adi was unbelievably powerful. Adi’s strong arms were steadily, inexorably increasing their pressure. “You no match for me,” gloated the mighty Indian muscleman. “I can crush the life out of you."
Adi applied even more power into his devastating frontal bearhug. Mulezan was once again shocked by the awesome might of his Indian adversary. The image of the musclebound Lord of the Ape's being crushed in the massive arms of his equally beefy challenger, their two nearly naked bodies compressed together, was an erotically stimulating site for the intensely watching Hans and Rohit.
Adi calmly tightened his grip, crushing the ultimate Jungle Muscleman’s back and ribs even more. “Give up!” snorted the powerful Indian. The squeezing force of Adi was unbelievably powerful. Adi’s strong arms were steadily, inexorably increasing their pressure. “You no match for me,” gloated the mighty Indian muscleman. “I can crush the life out of you."
Mulezan's eyes winced shut, his mouth wide open as he desperately gasped for air, his mind clouded by lack of oxygen, while he heard the Engineer screaming epithets at him from the sidelines.
Mulezan's body jerked, struggled and twisted vainly trying to find an avenue of escape. Whenever he’d put his hands under Adi’s jaw and attempt to push the Indian’s head and body away, the Indian muscle man simply powered-up his hug and squeezed ever harder.
Now Adi decided it was time to prove to his opponent and all watching that he not only could out-muscle and over-power this self proclaimed "Invinceable" Jungle Hero, but that he could totally dominate him as well.
Adi's wanton physical destruction of the blond super hero Apeman was turning the Indian strongman-wrestler on. He savored his barbaric bearhug hold and the damage it was causing to his victim. The sound of this massively-built Jungle hunk, moaning in pain in his arms, was hot. It sexually aroused Adi. His mighty Indian cock pulsated out of control. His cockhead was flooded with pre-cum. And, hopelessly caught in Adi's primitive, rib-grinding bearhug, Mulezan’s huge hard cock was pressed straight up against Adi’s rippling abs, squashed between both of their two mammothly muscular physiques.
Seizing the opportunity, Adi then placed the Jungle Muscleman's hard cockhead against his own huge cockhead. He pressed forward. His giant tool began to wrestle with the super jungle hero’s own giant sex tool. Both the onlookers let out a great sigh of shocked disbelief. “It’s like a giant anaconda fighting a python,” gasped an astonished Rohit.
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| Mulezan’s huge hard cock was pressed against Adi’s rippling abs, squashed between their two mammothly muscular physiques. His cockhead was flooded with pre-cum |
Adi, still maintaining his crushing bearhug, succeeds in flipping Mulezan's great iron hard cock up against his rock hard wash board stomach. Then Adi slammed his own mighty fuckpole into the base of Mulezan's horsecock. He pressed in hard as he wrapped Mulezan up tightly in his deadly bearhug. Using his super human power the Indian Muscle Bear mashed Mulezan's incredibly muscled body into his own. Mulezan bellowed out great Gorilla like grunts, as Adi applied more pressure to his devastating hold and Mulezan felt his ribs and sex tool being viciously crushed.
Loudly grunting from his effort, Adi continued his destructive attack on the legendary Lord of the Jungle as The Engineer looked on in satisfaction at the deliberate annihilation of the Apeman hero.
Fighting back the pain with all he had, Mulezan ferociously pounded away at Adi’s boulder like shoulders and massive chest. When that failed, he attempted to push himself away but he couldn't break out of the deadly hold. As Mulezan struggled against the Indian muscle stud's strength, Adi began rubbing his hard tits against Mulezan's nipples and flexing his pec muscles.
With each mighty crush to his cock the so called Mulezan the Invincible was brought closer and closer to irresistibly shooting off a load. The sexual torture was becoming far too much for him to withstand.
Adi, still maintaining his crushing bearhug, moved back just enough to let his erect cock shoot up between his own eight-pack and the cobblestone abs of his victim. Then suddenly he pulled Mulezan towards him, until his erect cock found its way between the two columns of muscled abs that were tensed in exertion. Now two sets of brickwork 8 packs rubbed against Mulezan's cock, crushing it, as their colossal chests collided. Their hard, spiking nipples, the size of- and hard as- bullets, pressed into each other.
Adi, still maintaining his crushing bearhug, moved back just enough to let his erect cock shoot up between his own eight-pack and the cobblestone abs of his victim. Then suddenly he pulled Mulezan towards him, until his erect cock found its way between the two columns of muscled abs that were tensed in exertion. Now two sets of brickwork 8 packs rubbed against Mulezan's cock, crushing it, as their colossal chests collided. Their hard, spiking nipples, the size of- and hard as- bullets, pressed into each other.
The exertions of both titans had caused rivulets of perspiration to run down every muscular contour. Moving his hips in short thrusting motions, Adi forced his rigid meat into Mulezan's meat with the force of a runaway steam engine. Mulezan groaned as Adi began to bear hug him with tremendous force. His mighty arms tightened, his biceps bulged, as both rock-hard cocks compressed together, in an epic battle for sexual dominance. Mulezan made deep masculine groans of pain and pleasure as their meat ground together.
Hans Buttmann watched the erotic show with great satisfaction. Heaving, muscular bodies shone and gleamed with sweat, molding into each other. He could hear Mulezan grunting fiercely. He was confident that it would not be long before he would see the big, white muscle Ape's body spewing splooge like a burst pipe. It was as hot as fuck. The Austrian's own hand moved unconsciously to rub his own swelling, throbbing member.
No longer able to withstand the sexual torture to his cock, Mulezan strained every magnificent muscle as he felt a boiling in his balls. When Adi purposely slammed his huge cockhead up into the base of his abused tool and held it there, Mulezan was forced to cum. He arched his back, reared up, and with one final ramming from the Indian Stud, it was all over as he felt the flood rise from his nuts up his long thick, deeply buried pole. Within seconds, bursts of hot, milky jizz began spewing out of his thick cock and onto Adi's chest and abs.
Mulezan erupted one volcanic blast of hot splooge after another. The Jungleman groaned as the first of what seemed like a gallon of white hot jizz hit Mulezan in the face then coated both his pecs and abs, and those of Adi's, with his junglified jamba juice, jizz that smelled faintly of coconuts and bananas. With each gut wrenching ejaculation of defeat, dejection and nut-batter, Mulezan felt his remaining strength draining from his body, as his precious testosterone ladened bodily fluids spewed from him in torrents.
"Fuck!!!" --Mulezan thought, "This brown-skinned stud just dominated the shit out of me. He forced my thick nuts to surrender their baby seed ...he fucked the erectoplasm right out of me!"
A great geyser of jizz erupted up between the two great musclemen, showering them both as if they were in a white torrential rainstorm. Mulezan had been forced to cum. His bull balls drained as his splooge pumpers went into overdrive. With each tremendous bust of jizz, the mighty Mulezan became weaker and weaker in the mighty arms of Adi, the Indian Musclebear. His body went limp. His head fell backwards as his arms and legs dangled lifelessly down.
Satisfied by his erotic conquest of the Jungle Muscleman Adi opened his arms wide. Mulezan’s powerful body crumbled to the floor at his feet. Now covered with the manonnaise he had forced from Mulezan, he posed his magnificent body for the Hans and Rohit to see. |
| Suck my pec, Jungle man, while I squeeze the life out of you! |
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| As this Indian Muscle Bear squeezes the breath of life out of you, you will experience a sensation of euphoria as you die, and will end your days with an erection worthy of your title of Banana King! |
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| Good, good Adi, teach that meddlesome Mulezan a lesson he will never forget! Not that he will live long enough to profit from it! |
Adi grabbed Mulezan around the waist, scooping him up and smashed the Jungle King's huge muscle packed body across his knee in an over the knee backbreaker. Mulezan writhed, his back arching as he felt the pain sweep over him. Adi held Mulezan in position across his knee and pushed down on his throat with one hand and his abdomen with the other. Mulezan groaned with the pain as his body was forced to arch across Adi's knee. Mulezan's body glistened with sweat as Adi kept the pressure on. Adi clenched his fist and smashed it into Mulezan's deep pec valley. Mulezan convulsed in pain as his upper body twitching upwards and back from the impact. Adi threw Mulezan to the ground and stood up.
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| The powerful Hindu is throwing Mulezan around like a rag doll! |
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| The jungle lord is twisted into a pretzel by Adi |
Adi smashes Mulezan down on the hard floor of the Temple in a thunderous back slam. Mulezan was still conscious, but lay unmoving on his back on the floor. Mulezan's massive chest and huge pectoral muscles were splayed wide open, glistening with the sweat that was saturating his body. Adi knelt beside Mulezan clenched both his hands together, and raised them high above his head. Adi paused to admire the helpless chest he was about to crush. Then Adi violently moved his hands down in a double power punch across the spread-eagled form before him, his target being the deep crevice between Mulezan's awesome pecs. Mulezan's muscular chest compressed beneath the blow, he gasped as the blow forced the air from his lungs, his body bounced on the floor from the impact. Sweat splashed in all directions from the impact. Mulezan grunted from the blow, his muscle packed body making a dull resonant thud from the brutal impact. Adi looked at Mulezan's glistening body, the incredible muscles taught across the ribcage. He lay almost motionless except for an occasional twitch as he flitted between unconsciousness and pain induced delirium. The sense of power Adi felt at having this magnificent muscle man in his complete control made him swell with pride.
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| Mulezan is slammed to the ground by the mighty Maharashtran |
*Groan* "... my punches didn't even phase him... I'm fucking finished... I have nothing left... I can't even get up off the ground... this tough brown-skinned beast of a mofuker has beaten me....Ugnnhh..." thought Mulezan. The hitherto invincible Lord of the Jungle was squashed on the ground like a stomped on bug. His great cock lay flaccid across his abs. He had nothing left to fight with.
Adi stood up directly over Mulezan. His feet straddled the beaten white muscleman's prone body. Adi gripped his huge brown cock with one hand. He closed his eyes slightly as he began to pleasure himself. His fingertip began to stir his pre-cum as it ran down his horse-sized cock. The thick muscle of his man-meat was wrapped in massive, defined blood vessels. His mushroom head was wide, round and muscular, his big bull-sized balls encased in moist, hairless sacks. He squeezed it tight, and then, Through very loud erotic grunts and sighs of pleasure he jacked himself off, allowing his jizz to plop down in large globs onto Mulezan's face and chest, in an act of total male domination! As he contorted and tightened his massively muscled body he forced every last drop of jism from his huge hard cock. He pulled out his dagger and held it in his right hand as he flexed his massive bicep. When he was finally through he spat down on the defeated jungleman, on to his face and chest.
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| Adi stood over Mulezan. His feet straddled the prone body. Adi jacked off, allowing his jizz to plop down in large globs onto Mulezan in an act of total male domination! |
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| Adi stands victoriously over his defeated foe, flexing his incredible physique in triumphant |
Mulezan was on his back. "I can barely ....catch my... breath! Adi cleaned my clock. He took my best shots with ease!!! I can't stop him!" Mulezan thought. He was waiting for Adi to finish him off. He watches as Adi looms menacingly above him. He has drawn his dagger! Mulezan braces himself for the expected death blow! When to his shock, Adi broke off the action. Mulezan doesn't speak Marathi, but is convinced the Indian titan had called "Time Out", like Mulezan remembers doing as a young boy. Whatever Adi said, the guide boy Rohit came running in.
"Come to think of it," thought Mulezan, "he was probably saying Finish him, Finish him!"
Now the blond apeman was battered and dazed as fuck, from just having the shit beat out of him, and between the three of them they was speaking like four languages, but from what Mulezan understood, during the fight Adi's langot had pretty much been ripped to shreds and was coming off.
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| WTF! Time out for a wardrobe malfunction! |
The Austrian was furious : "Was zum Teufel! Who cares if you're naked." Adi frowned annoyance, being from a noble wrestling tradition, there was some decorum to shown in victory, "Naraka, pāṇḍharā kacarā jā, the langot isn't just ceremonial it's sacred..." Then he sputtered something else in a contorted mix of English and Marathi, that Mulezan could only gleam meant Adi's intransigence, had something to do with religion. "I am not some Desi coolie, I am a pehlwan kushti." Mulezan thanked the Hindu gods, that to his great fortune, the beat down was paused while Adi switched into a fresh langot.
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| Adi takes a time out to put on a new langot... |
And this wasn't just some quick change of clothing. There was a certain way it had to go on, and they were mumbling some kind of chant or prayer while they did it, They may even were burning some sort of incense, to Mulezan's concussed semi-awareness. All the while, the Austrian was screaming his head off and cursing in what sounded to Mulezan like a pig snorting.
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| The Engineer is screaming for Adi to get back to the fight |
"Jebus, if they go through this just to put on underwear, it must take these Indian dudes forever to get fully dressed in the morning," thought Mulezan. But it was all good with the jungleman. The longer the over confident fool took the better. Mulezan's head was clearing and he was rapidly recovering from the beat down Adi had put on him..
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| I can't believe the lucky break I just got! |
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| This was just what I needed! |
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| My chance to recover and regroup! |
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| ...to recover and get back into the Fight! |
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| Tell your little buddy to hurry up dressing ya, bro! |
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| Come on, dude, get your underwear back on. Cause I'm ready for Round III |
By the time Adi and his little buddy got the langot thing back on, Mulezan was back on his feet. The over confident Adi was even taking the time to towel the sweat off himself. "You got a reprieve since we had to reset, Ape-man. But now your beating will continue. You are no match for me. But try again. I am enjoying toying with you. I have much more to show you. I am just starting to punish you. It won't be long now... we both know you are done."
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| You DARE refer to the venerable Langot as 'underwear' you Aviśvāsū Ape! |
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| You will pay for your disrespect of and insults to our great kushti traditions, foreign infidel! |
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| You got a reprieve Ape-man. But I have already shown that you are no match for me! |
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| And now your beating will continue |
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| I will enjoy humiliating and destroying you yet again, Apeman |
"Yeah, about that... I got some Bad news for you, brownie-brah! I got a second wind. I'm all balls down and cock up, dawg. So here we go! Now the gloves come off. It's no more Mr Nice Guy! - Mulezan announces with a smile.
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| Gott im himmel, Adi, what the hell are you doing! Kämpfe gegen ihn! |
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| Excellent Adi, show him why you are a champion! |
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| What are you doing Adi, he is gaining the upper hand! |
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| Adi's head is slammed against the tiles of a temple support! |
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| Then his head is slammed between two pillars as Mulezan swings around and uses the Indian's head as a speedbag |
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| The Indian champion is seeing stars as two Mulezans, then three, then four, beat mercilessly on him! |
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| ADI, pull it together, there are some extra rupees in it for you if you kill this menschenaffe savage! |
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| Pull it together Adi, you are a professional wrestler and he is a glorified park ranger! |
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| May Lord Ganesha embrace you in his pillared grasp, as I beat your ass for your impiety Adi! |
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| I paid money for a champion not a chumpion! |
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| Blödmann, get up your fool, don't let this weißer affe defeat you! |
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| Knee meet Adi's head, Adi's head meet my knee! |
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| Lights out, you brown-skinned curry eating bitch! |
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| Looks like your boy is out cold...so are the negotiations over? |
"Looks like your boy is out cold...so are the negotiations over?" asked Mulezan.
"Over? I think you have misread the situation, Jungle Man!" --snorted Hans.
"I dunno Swiss Miss, the situation looks pretty UNCONSCIOUS!" --quipped Mule
"Ich bin kein Schweizer, ich bin Österreicher, du wilder Idiot! You will pay dearly for your impudence, you, you... Untermenschlicher Affe!" --sputtered Hans!
"Yeah, whatevs," chuckled Mulezan. "So sure, Swiss Miss, whatever the fuck you just said, but your boy is still dreaming of miming a dancing while singing routine, in a Bollywood silent picture.
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| Over? I think you have misread the situation, Jungle Man! I dunno Swiss Miss, the situation looks pretty UNCONSCIOUS! Ich bin kein Schweizer, ich bin Österreicher, du wilder Idiot! |
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| So sure, Swiss Miss, whatever the fuck you just said, but your boy is still dreaming of miming a dancing while singing routine, in a Bollywood silent picture. |
"I told meine Dummköpfe bosses you can't send a brown-skinned boy to do a white man's work. It looks like I'm going to have to take over the negotiations PERSONALLY, after all! I will teach you a valuable lesson about genetic racial superiority. You will find me an implacable and invincible foe, Jungle man, a Germanic juggernaut!"
 I told meine Dummköpfe bosses you can't send a boy to do a man's work. |
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| The Great Gama lied to me about the capabilities of his student! So typical of these lying curry-munchers! |
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| So I guess this means that I won these negotiations, and the elephants and temple will be spared! You thought wrong monkey-man, this isn't over by a long shot. |
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| Never send a naukar to do the work of a Sahib! |
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| This should be quick, although I am a bit tired from my tussles with Adi, I can still whup Sauerkraut ass! |
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| ....It will be your Arsch that will be whupped, jungle affe! |
"So, Ape-Man, do you want to make this more interesting? A side wager. Raise the stakes so to speak, so we both have some skin in the game?" Herr Buttmann asks.
"Dude, you don't think this is interesting already? And a thousand drowned elephants versus a giant fucking dam seems like pretty big stakes where I come from.... oh, wait... I get what you mean..." Mulezan responds.
Mulezan smiles. And thinks: "Oh fuck yeah. The hottest scenario for a stakes match is two Alpha males tops wrestling for top honors. The match is always very intense and lasts a good while, until one finally makes the other submit. Upon that submission, the loser is in big trouble. The winning alpha now has an alpha bitch and the right to seed his muscle bitches ass. When I win an alpha vs. alpha stakes match, I don't give the loser any slack. The sex is gonna be brutal, sweaty and rough. I take the dominant role, and even if I had to do it by force or rape, I demand he accept the submissive role. I would use him like a cheap whore and enjoy every minute of it. Totally dominating another alpha male brings out the animal in me. Just thinking about it gives me a boner. I love fucking guys who are as muscled and big as I am. Totally a control thing, I love 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 while I seed his ass! Yep, I love that!"
"Yeah, I'm down for that bro. Our asses on the line. Loser gets fucked in the ass. Winner takes all. I'm all in, deal accepted!" Mulezan accepts confidently.
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| I shall whup your ass with greater ease than I whipped the ass of your toady, Adi! |
Under the ministrations of Rohit, his Margdarshak, Adi revives from his beating and humiliation at the hands of Mulezan, the mighty. Adi fails to notice, but the Austrian does, that Rohit, the Margdarshak now seems quite smitten by Mulezan.
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| Throbbing pain pulsates throughout Adi's body. He groans. "Fuck..." he says. "Everything hurts..." |
The Margdarshak lugs out a old Princely Throne from the Temple furniture storeroom and positions it for the best view from which Adi (and himself, especially himself) can watch Mulezan and the Herr Buttmann lock horns.
The 'negotiations' resume.
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| Oh, my Gods. I got such a fucking headache. I wish I had some aspirin. |
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| Hey Boss, where you want dis? |
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| Right there will be fine, Rohit! |
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| I am going to be soooo FUUUKKKKED when Great Gama hears about this! |
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| I will probably be the first pehlwan ever to be publically de-langoted. I will be kicked out of the akhara! I am a disgrace to kushti! |
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| Oh, I can't think about this now! I'll go crazy if I do! I'll think about it tomorrow. |
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| Well, at least I got the best seat in the house for the Mulezan vs the Engineer fight! |
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| OK, now which one of these Madara rāpara am I gonna to pull for? I hate both of their fucking guts! |
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| Maybe I will get lucky and they will kill each other! |
The 'negotiations' resume.
The Austrian brick shit house stands and begins flexing his body, showing off his "weapons", the incredible muscles that he has to work with, and puts Mulezan on notice: “Alright, mighty Jungle muscleman. You’ve given me enough shit for one day. NOW I will deal with you personally. You are going to see a master at work. I am going to take you apart, piece by piece. I want you to remember ….. YOU brought this on yourself by sticking your nose into my business! Nothing I like better than beating the shit out of fucking 'white-knight' do-gooders like you with my bare hands!”
The Austrian causally changed into his wrestling trunks. He was jacked as fuck, and hung and was not at all shy about being seen naked. "I'm impressed by the horse-sized cock on this guy. In the moment, as we fight for ass, I didn't really look at his manhood as anything but a weapon against me or a way to get a potential submission in this stakes match. Dangling down from his shaved pubes halfway to his knees, he has a long fat cock that's huge, even now when it's soft, and set off by a set of big shaved balls the size of a bull's. Jezzzzz... I better not surrender! Getting fucked by his python would not be fun. Just like it won't be fun for him getting fucked by my equally huge cock.," mused Mulezan.
The two "Negotiators" square off and begin circling around each other in slow-mo admiring each other's powerful physiques directly and through the numerous reflections from the mirrored floor.
Mule just smiles as he flexes his sculpted abs into mounds of thick unbreakable muscle. "My ab muscles are like a brick wall. Go ahead and pound away. You will break your fist before you break this shit down!”
The iron-fisted Teutonic powerhouse has to admit that the African muscle stud has a point. Mulezan’s muscular frame seems like it is sculpted from the finest German steel. But determined to break down the brickwall abs, the Austrian muscleman again powers his anvil-sized and anvil-hard fist into Mulezan’s rippling abdominals and just as before his punch merely bounces off the thick rows of solid muscle.
“Get ready Ape-Man. We will see how long you can keep that up! I’ll show you what my muscles can do to your muscles!” snarled the frustrated Austrian as he winds up and delivers his powerful bare-knuckled fist hard to Mulezan’s lower abs, two inches below his belly button. “UUUUGHHH!” the Jungle muscle stud responds, bending slightly as he grunts. “So much for the ‘brick wall’,” the Austrian muscle stud laughs, knowing the doorway to Mulezan's destruction is opening.
Mulezan retaliates with his own battering ram of a punch into the impressive brickwork of Hans Buttmann's abdominals, but the hard cobbled musculature of the Austrian also does a number on the Jungleman's knuckles. The Engineer immediately launched his own battering ram against Mulezan's cobbled abdominal pavement! “UUGGH! OOOOFFF!" Mulezan slams his fist into the Austrian's softening abs to end the assault on his own weakening gut! "OOOOGH! UUUGGHHH!"
The two blond goliaths trade gut punches inflicting mutual pain on their softened abdominals! "AAAAAGHH! OOOOGH! UUUGGHHH! UUUUNGNGH!” the grunts and groans of both fighters echo off the Temple walls as each powerful punch drives deeper and deeper into the magnificently carved muscles of each fighter's weakening midsection.
The two blond goliaths trade gut punches inflicting mutual pain on their softened abdominals! "AAAAAGHH! OOOOGH! UUUGGHHH! UUUUNGNGH!” the grunts and groans of both fighters echo off the Temple walls as each powerful punch drives deeper and deeper into the magnificently carved muscles of each fighter's weakening midsection.
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| Mulezan softens up the impressive brickwork of Hans Buttmann's abdominals, but the hard cobbled musculature of the Austrian also does a number on the Jungleman's knuckles. |
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| The stone edifice of the Austrian's abs begins to crack as Mulezan's bruised knuckles throb with pain! |
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| The Engineer retaliates against Mulezan's cobbled abdominal pavement! |
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| Damn was this Austrian Engineer a prize fighter in his misbegotten youth? --thought Mulezan |
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| Mulezan slams his fist into the Austrian's softened abs to end the assault on his own gut! |
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| The two blond goliaths trade gut punches inflicting mutual pain on their softened abdominals! |
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| Adi delights on his two nemeses pounding each other into wobbling heaps of welts and contusions! |
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| Mulezan effects a takedown, and as Hans struggles back to his feet, the Jungleman swings around into a rear chokehold |
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| Hans breaks free of the hold with a solid elbow blow to Mulezan's bruised ribs! |
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| The Jungleman tries to effect another hold, but again the Austrian muscleman eludes him! |
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| Third time is a charm! --Thinks Mulezan, but he is thwarted again! |
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| Mulezan had hoped to finish the Austrian with his ground game, but the Austrian surprised Mulezan with mad wrestling skills! Damn those alps must inspire a great deal of hand to hand combat over prime yodeling spots! |
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| Ist das the best ya can do, Monkey boy? |
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| How you like this maneuver, Strudel boy! I have seen better holds from mein Oma, King of the Coconuts! |
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| Hans did not seem alarmed by Mulezan's efforts, which just made the Jungleman angrier! |
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| Mulezan's muscles bulged and rippled as he maneuvered to put a stranglehold on the arrogant Austrian |
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| Adi could not help but marvel at the writhing tangle of sensual sinew in front of him, both he and Rohit were sporting major boners watching the showcase of muscle and power displayed before them! |
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| Mulezan, at least for now was dominating the arrogant, alpine autocrat! |
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| Say Onkel, Sauerkraut! |
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| Nein! Never! Geh zur Hölle, du Dschungelschweine! |
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| Mulezan held the upper hand over Hans... |
The match with Adi had taken its toll, and Hans was able to break free of Mulezan's hold. Both took a moment to catch their breath and get their second wind.
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| Not bad for a mongrel, but I was taking it easy on you, no more holding back! |
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| You remind me of this homeless, no account painter I knew in Vienna. He used to wrestle for beer since he couldn't sell any of his crappy paintings. He was pretty spry for a wuss, he designed my cool tattoo, but like you, he is a loser who will never amount to anything! |
Hans sneered: "You remind me of this homeless, no account painter I knew in Vienna. He used to wrestle for beer since he couldn't sell any of his crappy paintings. Once when we grappled, I nearly tore his ear off. But he was pretty spry for a wuss, he designed my cool tattoo that celebrates my proud Aryan heritage. But like you, he is a loser who will never amount to anything!"
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| Talking big for someone who I just put a major hurt on! |
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| You think this is pain Jungle gym? I will show you some pain! |
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| Just a cramp, need to work it out! |
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| The Dschungel-Affe will pay triple for what pain he inflicted on me! |
Suddenly, the tattooed muscled hunk catches an unprepared Mulezan with a throat strike! He drives a karate chop into his opponents throat. Mulezan staggered back on his feet, gasping, and clutching his throat. A dazed Mulezan is immediately clubbed across his deep barrel chest by a massive forearm, knocking some much needed wind out of his lungs. The Austrian powerhouse grabs Mulezan's arm, then holding the arm outstretched he pulled Mulezan forward at the same time, driving his anvil solid clenched fist into Mulezan's trachea. Mulezan grabbed at his throat, gagging as he did. It had felt like brass knuckles had slammed into his jugular.
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| The Austrian powerhouse drives his anvil solid clenched fist into Mulezan's trachea |
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| It had felt like brass knuckles had slammed into his jugular. |
The Engineer pulled Mulezan's head back again by his hair, forcing Mulezan's body to stretch back arching his body. In this position the Austrian pounded blows to Mulezan's sternum, each one driving hard into the bony area between Mulezan's granite pectoral muscles. After several blows to Mulezan's broad chest, Hans smashed and smashed his fist into Mule's large nipples. Each blow making a satisfying dull thud. Mulezan groaned with each impact. Herr Buttmann opened his hand and slapped Mulezan's massive pecs. Each whack making the body redder and the jungle man more helpless. His chest was afire with pain as his Austrian assailant continued to beat his upper body relentlessly.
The Engineer reached down to Mulezan's loin cloth and pulled it forward. The loincloth stretched out from Mulezan's body and looking down Herr Buttmann could see Mule's massive horse-sized cock. Was his destruction at the powerful hands of the Austrian turning Mulezan on? Hans ignored the iron hard cock and punched Mulezan's body in his exposed washboard stomach below the navel.
Mulezan gasping leaned forward, his body almost totally windless. The Engineer pulled the head back again exposing the jungle muscleman's throat. Hans raised his arm and smashed his fist down on Mulezan’s throat.
Mule gasped and clutched his throat, choking, the pain in his wind-pipe agonizing. Maintaining his grip on Mulezan's head, the Austrian chopped Mulezan's throat mercilessly again and again, each chop making a satisfying fleshy thwack sound. The Engineer's penis was also iron hard, at the thought of his impending final besting of this so-called Mulezan, the Invincible.
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| Engineer chopped Mulezan's throat mercilessly again and again, each chop making a satisfying fleshy thwack sound. |
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| The Engineer's penis was also iron hard, at the thought of his impending final besting of this so-called Mulezan, the Invincible. |
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| Finding it hard to breathe Monkey King? I have not even begun the torments I have planned for you! |
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| I am going to KILL you, you bloody, yodeling, strudel eater! |
Herr Buttmann held a reeling Mulezan by his hair and dragged him about. Then he yanked his head back by the hair and punched the apeman hard in his heavily muscled lower abdomen yet again. Mulezan's body glistened with sweat as Hans kept the pressure on. Only the Austrian's grip on his hair kept Mulezan from slumping to the temple floor.
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| I don't think you will, you banana eating affe! |
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| I love when the Vhā'īṭsa fight, it always feels like a victory! |
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| Time I knock the cocky right out of you, King of the affen |
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| When I finish with you, not even the monkeys will have you as their king! |
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| You will beg for my mercy, very soon monkey man! |
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| The sooner you beg for mercy, the sooner I will consider whether to give you any! |
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| While prolonged play with the likes of you can be amusing, I grow hungry for lunch, and I have a dam to build! |
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| ...and the only thing I like more than beating on inferiors, is building structures like dams! |
The Engineer then grabs Mulezan’s right arm and lets Mulezan’s body fall to the ground. The Austrian lowers himself down, sliding Mulezan’s arm into an arm bar, and torquing it hard, applying brutal pressure on the elbow joint to inflict blinding pain. “What was that…" Hans says to Mulezan "Kill me you said?” he asks in a quiet, sadistic tone. Mulezan cries out in pain as the Austrian continues to torque Mulezan’s arm, not letting off the pressure. He finally lets go, pleased to see the pain and suffering on Mulezan’s face. Herr Buttmann gets up quickly showing how agile he still is after the brutal fight.
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| The Engineer then grabs Mulezan’s right arm and lets Mulezan’s body fall to the ground. |
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| Herr Buttmann slides Mulezan’s arm into an arm bar, and torquing it hard, applying brutal pressure on the elbow joint to inflict blinding pain. |
Then the Engineer leaps upon the weakened Jungle god. He manhandles the exhausted muscleman, wrestling him across the length and breadth of the temple floor. The blond Austrian Engineer is a world-class Olympic wrestler. He slams the mighty Mulezan to the floor, knee-drops him, puts him in a boston crab, body scissors him, then headscissors him, twisting Mulezan's powerful body and limbs into a series of painful holds. Next the Engineer pummels Mulezan's muscular body unmercifully with hard blows from his knees and fists, until he had battered Mulezan senseless. At last he straddles Mulezan and forces Mulezan’ face deep in his crotch. “Is this the invincible Mulezan, mighty Protector and Champion of the jungle? A newborn kitten would put up a better fight, and the runt of the litter as well!” the Engineer taunted, enjoying his humbling of the legendary hero.
Mulezan was in serious trouble. His body was ablaze with pain. His energy had been sapped by the brutal onslaught to his herculean physique. The Engineer had unmercifully brutalized the heavily muscled body of his prey. He was almost drooling with satisfaction at the work he had done on Mulezan's incredibly muscled body.
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| Mulezan could feel he was in serious trouble. His body was ablaze with pain. |
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| Mulezan's energy was being sapped by the brutal onslaught to his herculean physique |
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| The Engineer continued to brutalize the heavily muscled body of his prey |
Mulezan falls face down onto the floor. BOOF! With the agility of a gymnast, the brawny bruiser leaped forward, slamming his iron hard muscle butt onto the middle of apeman's big wide-as-a-barn-door and heavily muscled back. PLOP!
Mulezan squirms and struggles, but he can't stop the aggressive hypermasculine Austrian powerhouse from pulling him into a camel clutch. The Teutonic superman locks the massive as-strong-as-a-gorilla arms of the Ape Man over his Teutonic superman sized thighs. And then the combat loving Hans grabbed the chin of the so-called strongest man in Africa, lacing his long strong fingers around the Ape Man's chin and leaning backward. He pried the massive thickly muscled neck back with both of his huge powerful hands, and viciously pulled Mulezan's head back. Excruciating pain erupted in the powerful neck, causing the jungle king to cry out in pain. The Teutonic Engineer's massive arms bulged with power. The Austrian grunted loudly over and over from his exertions, while Mulezan could only make gurgling sounds of protest as the Engineer's astoundingly strong hands pulled his head back. From his perch, Adi could see a smile on the battler Buttmann's handsome, yet tense face, even while he strained to snap the Jungle Man's strong neck with his powerful muscles. Mulezan pawed at his assailant's hands in a futile effort to ease his plight. His combat skilled attacker responded by pulling back even harder, as the massive muscles of the brawling Austrian's arms and chest bulged and flexed with the effort.
Mulezan struggled desperately. He tried to drag his upper body forward, but the Engineer was balanced perfectly on top of him, with his near-naked muscle butt on the lower back of the blond jungle-man pinning him immobile to the floor. The Mulezan tried to kick his legs free, to unseat his tormentor, but his efforts were completely unsuccessful. He roared in frustration, sweat beading up on his brow as he strained futilely. It was no use. The pain was excruciating, his back was beginning to weaken. Herr Buttmann had applied a perfectly executed camel clutch hold.
The Engineer bent over and hissed in Mulezan's ear: “You fucked with the wrong mother fucker this time, mother fucker,” the Austrian snarled. His horse-sized cock bobbed up and down excitedly encased in the taut fabric of his briefs. “This is how you like it, isn’t it Affenmensch? Dominated by a fucking muscle stud like me! Fuck yeah! Your back’s about to fucking break. It just hurts so fucking much, now doesn’t it!? Feel mein Übermensch power, you damned dirty ape!"
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| Affenmensch, you mit gefickt the wrong mutterficker this time, mutterficker! |
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| Your back’s about to fucking break! |
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| The henched Teutonic muscle-man increased the pressure on Mulezan's lower back until Mulezan "the Invincible's" spine was almost at the breaking point. |
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| You are no match for mein Übermensch power, you damned dirty ape! |
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| The Lord of the Jungle is being Dominated by the Aryan muscle stud! |
The victorious Engineer let out a rich, deep growl as he released Mulezan from his camel clutch. He let Mulezan's trapped right arm, then the left one, flop off his hugely muscled legs. Then he sat back on the Ape Man's thickly muscled ass for a moment before he stood up, a foot resting between Mulezan's shoulder blades as the Alpine warrior flexed both arms in triumph. The pouch of his trunks were soaked from the waves of sweat rolling off his and his opponent’s body. He panted heavily, his powerful chest and sculpted abdominal muscles heaving as he sucked in air, his hands on his hips.
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| The Engineer lifts his arms up flexing his powerful muscles |
“Oh fuck that was hot!” the Engineer laughed, wiping sweat from his brow and then reaching into his trunks and giving his fully erect horsecock a rough tug. He flexed his huge biceps, one at a time, as his eyes remained riveted on his unmoving and totally destroyed opponent laying unmoving at his feet. “This is fucking fantastic, Mulezan! Owning your ass is going to make fucking it just that much sweeter! Look up! Look up at me, Affenmensch! I want you to look at these muscles that just made you my bitch!”
Looking down at Mulezan, he circles his foe, cracking his knuckles slowly as he does, admiring his bloody handy work.
Looking up at Adi, the vicious giant Teutonic warrior gloated: "I defeated Mulezan easily, just as I expected to do. It was hardly surprising that this Mulezan was the best that Africa had to offer."
Hans had been heavily influenced by the racial theories of the French aristocrat Comte de Gobineau!
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| He roars out triumphantly, the bulge under his trunks swelling outward |
Looking down at Mulezan, he circles his foe, cracking his knuckles slowly as he does, admiring his bloody handy work.
Looking up at Adi, the vicious giant Teutonic warrior gloated: "I defeated Mulezan easily, just as I expected to do. It was hardly surprising that this Mulezan was the best that Africa had to offer."
Hans had been heavily influenced by the racial theories of the French aristocrat Comte de Gobineau!
" That Mulezan might be tougher than a mudman like Adi, but I am what Gobineau calls an ARYAN, although these mongrel Hindus like to apply such terms to themselves. Mulezan, though of some ARYAN heritage, is clearly of half-breed American stock, and his Congo is a country populated by primitive subhumans, ruled by friggin' Belgians! I mean, who lets themselves be ruled by friggin' Belgians? He dared to test his mettle against a member of das Meister Rasse, the Herrenrasse! Now this genetically inferior Apeman now knows the folly of opposing a perfect specimen of Herrenmensch ("superior human"). Even among the Herrenvolk, I am ein Übermensch ("Superman"). A lesson all of Africa and all the WORLD will someday learn," the Austrian sausage gobbler, mused in his private racial supremacist thoughts.
Herr Buttmann bellowed: "Rohit fetch me a bratwurst, I need some fuel before I collect on our bet and ass-fuck this inferior!"
The sausage devoured, Hans puts his hands on his waist and slowly pushes his shorts down his hips so they fall to the ground, exposing his horse-sized manhood which grows rapidly inch by inch, lifting and standing flagpole straight. Mulezan lies sprawled on his back. He moans and lifts his head but can see nothing through his now tightly-swollen-shut eyes. But Mulezan will soon discover that The Austrian Engineer's massive prick is a match for his own!
Hans kicks his shorts toward Adi saying: "Sniff this you Indian hahnrei scheiße and smell what a real man is like!" as he reaches down to grab mulezan by his blond hair.
The Engineer grunts and, powerful chest and arm muscles tensing, lifts Mulezan by his hair nearly to his feet, the injured Jungle King too weak to stand on his own. He tried to stay on his feet but felt the fight go out of him. His knees buckled and he knew he was finished. He was dimly aware of the sneering voice. “OK, stud, let’s put you out of your misery. This is it, man. I am the best. Now I will show you why I am called "fists of German steel". I am going to knock you the fuck out...” The Austrian hauled back his mighty steel smashing fist and punches Mulezan in his rock-hard sculpted abdominal muscles.
There was a loud thud when the fist of steel meets iron hard muscle, followed by a loud grunt as Mulezan doubled up from the impact. "Here it comes, Apeman...the knockout punch...." Still holding Mulezan's hair, the Engineer rears back his right fist and sends a huge haymaker flying into the left side of Mulezan's head. Mulezan the Invincible, the muscle god of the Jungle, arched upward, spun round, staggered backward, and the earth shook as he crashed to the ground! The Engineer had done what most thought impossible, he had flash KO'd Mulezan with a single punch. "Yah, das was hard enough to scramble this Ape's monkey brain even in his thick ape skull," smirks Herr Buttmann.
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| Mulezan meet ein Übermensch!!!! |
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| This is what comes when a white man spends too long among the mud folk and goes native! |
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| Pure Herrenmensch stock is always superior by blood to any American mongrel men! |
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| This Untermensch African Affenmensch now knows the folly of opposing ein fine specimen of Herrenmensch, such as myself |
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| Nobody makes sausages like us Austrians!!! Until you have had a Käsekrainer you have not lived! |
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| Nothing more pleasurable than wrapping one's mouth around a long, fat sausage, eh Adi? |
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| Adi snickers, I'll take your word on that sir, I wouldn't know! |
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| You should really try it sometime. Don't worry I have time to swallow this big fat sausage, a good fight always puts me in the mood for bratwurst! This affe ist not going anywhere! |
The sausage devoured, Hans puts his hands on his waist and slowly pushes his shorts down his hips so they fall to the ground, exposing his horse-sized manhood which grows rapidly inch by inch, lifting and standing flagpole straight. Mulezan lies sprawled on his back. He moans and lifts his head but can see nothing through his now tightly-swollen-shut eyes. But Mulezan will soon discover that The Austrian Engineer's massive prick is a match for his own!
Hans kicks his shorts toward Adi saying: "Sniff this you Indian hahnrei scheiße and smell what a real man is like!" as he reaches down to grab mulezan by his blond hair.
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| Now , I shall collect the extra portion of our bet... |
The Engineer grunts and, powerful chest and arm muscles tensing, lifts Mulezan by his hair nearly to his feet, the injured Jungle King too weak to stand on his own. He tried to stay on his feet but felt the fight go out of him. His knees buckled and he knew he was finished. He was dimly aware of the sneering voice. “OK, stud, let’s put you out of your misery. This is it, man. I am the best. Now I will show you why I am called "fists of German steel". I am going to knock you the fuck out...” The Austrian hauled back his mighty steel smashing fist and punches Mulezan in his rock-hard sculpted abdominal muscles.
There was a loud thud when the fist of steel meets iron hard muscle, followed by a loud grunt as Mulezan doubled up from the impact. "Here it comes, Apeman...the knockout punch...." Still holding Mulezan's hair, the Engineer rears back his right fist and sends a huge haymaker flying into the left side of Mulezan's head. Mulezan the Invincible, the muscle god of the Jungle, arched upward, spun round, staggered backward, and the earth shook as he crashed to the ground! The Engineer had done what most thought impossible, he had flash KO'd Mulezan with a single punch. "Yah, das was hard enough to scramble this Ape's monkey brain even in his thick ape skull," smirks Herr Buttmann.
Mulezan moans in frustration and pain, dazed and out of it, barely moving. The Engineer pauses long enough to confirm that his enemy has no more fight left. Mulezan lay squashed like a bug on the Temple floor.
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| The Teutonic giant looked down at Mulezan, admiring his bloody handy work |
The Engineer looks up at the watching Adi, then raises his massive arms in a bicep curl, the cannon ball sized biceps hardening as he closes his eyes and howls in victory.
Mulezan was flat on his back, his chest and his abs heaving as he gasped for air. In this position Mulezan looked like dynamite. His whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had been given. His washboard stomach was rising as he breathed heavily. From his thickly muscled arms to his huge expanded chest to his giant but well defined legs, The King of the Jungle was motionless.
The Engineer had done it - he had beaten Mulezan! They had gone man-to-man, in a fair fight. Mulezan had no excuses for his loss. The Engineer had proven himself the better man! As always, the stronger man had won! But there was still one more humiliation for Mulezan. Having proven that he was the Alpha Male, the Engineer was now going to rape Mulezan!
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| I'm going to bottom out my long dick in your amazing ass... |
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| Yeah, bitch...I going to bury my long, thick horse-sized cock balls deep in your ass then use my cock like a battering ram on your prostate |
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| You will find losing can be fun, if you're wrestling to see who ends up on top with a BIG BLOND muscle bound bull-stud like me! |
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| You want it bad, don't you jungle boy, you can't wait for me to claim your ass as my prize. |
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| Get ready to enjoy a different show, Adi, one that will really excite you! |
Hans thought about doing Mulezan doggie-style, but decided to flip him over so he could enjoy the Jungle Lord's facial expression as he pounded his firm muscular buttocks.
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| Hans thought about doing Mulezan doggie-style, but decided to flip him over so he could enjoy the defeated Jungle Lord's facial expressions as he pounded those firm muscular buttocks |
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| As the Austrian pressed down on the hapless Jungle Lord, Mulezan's cock engorged with blood... |
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| Just relax, stop wriggling about and squirming and it will go easier for you... |
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| I have never fucked a man as big as you before! |
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| Now you will FULLY submit to the superiority of my pure Aryan heritage as I fill you with my superior Germanic seed!! |
The Austrian lowers to his knees, the huge head of his cock pressing against Mulezan’s asshole. Without guidance or care, The Engineer shoves hard and fast, penetrating Mulezan's ass all the way to the end of his shaft. Mulezan screams in pain and shock as Hans Buttmann's horse sized cock brutally rapes his tight ass.
The now no longer invincible King of the Jungle clenches his teeth, jaw muscles flexing. His herculean muscles bulge and flex as he breathes heavily and growls through his tight -locked jaw. The Engineer thrusts slowly into and out of Mulezan’s ass, his hips shifting back and forth, bull balls swaying between his legs as he rapes the massive stud. To keep his victim compliant during the rape, for the next 10 thrusts, The Austrian throws a punch into Mulezan’s injured rib cage, inflicting five punches over a minute, slow and deliberate with his fucking and punching. Mulezan's breathing is loud and pained with each thrust, a grunt escaping his lips with each punch.
The Engineer stops the rhythmic thrusting and pushes all the way in with a grunt, balls deep as Mulezan yelps in pain. Still inside his enemy, Herr Buttmann leans over and into Mulezan’s face. “You feel my cock inside you, Mulezan? You could not stop me from raping your ass! So who is the alpha male now? I topped you! Admit I am the manliest, and you are my bottom bitch...” he whispers quietly.
Mulezan whimpers: "I am not done yet!" The Engineer's laughs at his beaten foe's bravado. He begins pumping into Mulezan rapidly, sitting up tall on his knees and driving his cock in hard, shaking the white muscle ape's body with the force of each thrust, pounding away harder and faster as his low hanging bull sized-balls slap into Mulezan's ass.
Mulezan's growls of pain and anger are interrupted with each violent thrust as the rape continues. After several minutes, The Engineer lifts his head and lets out a growling roar as he pumps violent sprays of seed into Mulezan’s ass, his tight muscles flexing and bulging clinching across his torso as he does.
The Engineer gets slowly up off his knees as his cock drips with Mulezan’s blood and his own cum. He walks around the downed fighter as his cock drips onto the floor. The Austrian powerhouse had done it- he had raped Mulezan.
He reaches down and grabs Mulezan by the hair, lifting him into a sitting position so Adi can see his battered face. "Daymn!" thought Adi. The Engineer had not only beaten the legendary Jungle Lord, but he had raped him to boot. His Austrian muscles had made Mulezan into his bitch. The Austrian Superman Herr Buttmann's destruction and breeding of the now defeated and raped Ape Man had been the hottest thing Adi had ever witnessed.
Suddenly, Mulezan jerked his slippery sweat soaked head free of the Engineer's grip. Furiously Mulezan shoved him away. The surprised Hans stumbled backward off balance and Mulezan tackled him. There was a sweat-lubricated scramble of powerful bodies and tangled limbs that sent the two hunks rolling across the Temple floor. Mulezan managed to roll Hans on to his stomach by swiftly driving his right knee into the side of The Engineer’s face, sending the blond Austrian strongman sprawling on his stomach, stunned and clutching his jaw. Mulezan successfully snagged the Austrian muscle stud’s leg and snapped on a leg lock.
The Engineer was twisting and turning every which way like a great fish on a line trying to break loose. He furiously beat the floor with his fists and howled out in pain.. "Aarh, my fuckin' knee....! You're breaking my fuckin' knee," Hans yelled out in pain. "Yeah, I know...that's sort of the idea, chief..." Mulezan replied as he continued to twist and turn the Engineer's trapped leg, finally stretching the strong knee ligaments beyond their limits.
Mulezan's growls of pain and anger are interrupted with each violent thrust as the rape continues. After several minutes, The Engineer lifts his head and lets out a growling roar as he pumps violent sprays of seed into Mulezan’s ass, his tight muscles flexing and bulging clinching across his torso as he does.
The Engineer gets slowly up off his knees as his cock drips with Mulezan’s blood and his own cum. He walks around the downed fighter as his cock drips onto the floor. The Austrian powerhouse had done it- he had raped Mulezan.
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| The Engineer gets slowly up off his knees as his cock drips cum onto the floor |
He reaches down and grabs Mulezan by the hair, lifting him into a sitting position so Adi can see his battered face. "Daymn!" thought Adi. The Engineer had not only beaten the legendary Jungle Lord, but he had raped him to boot. His Austrian muscles had made Mulezan into his bitch. The Austrian Superman Herr Buttmann's destruction and breeding of the now defeated and raped Ape Man had been the hottest thing Adi had ever witnessed.
Suddenly, Mulezan jerked his slippery sweat soaked head free of the Engineer's grip. Furiously Mulezan shoved him away. The surprised Hans stumbled backward off balance and Mulezan tackled him. There was a sweat-lubricated scramble of powerful bodies and tangled limbs that sent the two hunks rolling across the Temple floor. Mulezan managed to roll Hans on to his stomach by swiftly driving his right knee into the side of The Engineer’s face, sending the blond Austrian strongman sprawling on his stomach, stunned and clutching his jaw. Mulezan successfully snagged the Austrian muscle stud’s leg and snapped on a leg lock.
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| Mulezan successfully snagged the Austrian muscle stud’s leg and snapped on a leg lock. |
The Engineer was twisting and turning every which way like a great fish on a line trying to break loose. He furiously beat the floor with his fists and howled out in pain.. "Aarh, my fuckin' knee....! You're breaking my fuckin' knee," Hans yelled out in pain. "Yeah, I know...that's sort of the idea, chief..." Mulezan replied as he continued to twist and turn the Engineer's trapped leg, finally stretching the strong knee ligaments beyond their limits.
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| Mulezan continued to twist and turn the Engineer's trapped leg, finally stretching the strong knee ligaments beyond their limits |
There were loud "pops" like rubber bands snapping as the ligaments tear, eliciting another yell of pain from the Engineer.
Then there is a loud SNAP! and the Engineer howls in pain as blinding pain shoots up his leg. Mulezan, his own muscled chest heaving, twists his mighty torso back to look at the Austrian's swollen knee. Mulezan grins and says: "Well By Jiminy!, look at that. This damn dirty ape just busted the Aryan Superman's knee!" Mulezan drops the leg lock.
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| There were loud "pops" like rubber bands snapping as the knee ligaments tear, followed by a howl of pain when the Engineer's knee breaks! |
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| This 'damn dirty Ape' just busted your fucking knee, 'Superman'! |
While the Engineer rolled around on the floor holding his knee and screaming in pain Mulezan decided to take a well earned break. He chills on the steps, getting really irritated by all the noise the Austrian is making.
"Wan...Wan...Wan! Jebus, what a wuss... 'oh my knee, my knee ...' he's as bad as one of them cry-baby soccer phaggots always flopping around and faking injuries after every play ...damn that whining is as annoying as all fuck," Mulezan complains out loud.
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| ...he's as bad as one of them cry-baby soccer phaggots always flopping around and faking injuries after every play ...damn that whining is as annoying as all fuck |
"You speak truth Mulezan," Adi says. "We may have had our disagreements, but you fought with honour and bravery. You have a certain naive charm. And you really can take a beating...I respect that. As true warriors you and I know it isn't about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!
"Disagreements'? Broseph you tried to stab me with a dagger. But that's water over the bridge now, I know you were just doing your job and it wasn't personal! " responds Mulezan. "But I still need to beat a submission out of cry baby here and then I owe him a really good ass fucking...break time over!"
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| I still need to beat a submission out of cry baby here and then I owe him a really good ass fucking...break time over! |
Mulezan grabs the flailing arms of the Engineer and applies a destructive double hammer lock. Mulezan's massive arms bulged as he forced the equally mammoth arms of the Austrian behind his muscled back, causing the Herr Buttann's boulder-like shoulders to hyper-extend.
The Engineer continued to bellow out in agony as Mulezan continues to apply force to his arms. The Austrian 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.
With amazing agility, Mulezan balanced his size 14 feet on The Engineer's 18 inch calves, then fell back, still holding Hans's arms. Suddenly, Herr Buttmann found himself looking straight up into the sky. Mulezan had put the Austrian into a suspended surfboard hold!
Adi and Rohit are in awe as they check out The Engineer's body as it is fully displayed in the suspended surfboard hold. His substantial muscles really popped. Adi and Rohit couldn't help but wonder which of the white men looked hotter when put on muscle display by the other male. You could have taught an anatomy class using their Greek Muscle God bodies as a model, that's for sure. When the Austrian screams his submission, Mulezan released his hold.
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| Suddenly, the Engineer found himself looking straight up into the sky. |
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| Mulezan had put the Engineer into a suspended surfboard hold! |
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| Adding to the Austrian's humiliation was that he was sporting a major boner! |
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| I am having fun, and by the look of that chubbie, it looks like you are too, Herr Buttmann! |
When Mulezan released his suspended surfboard hold, the Engineer roughly fell like a ton of bricks to the floor on his belly. As soon as he hit the ground, the Mulezan dropped a knee into the small of his back.
In an instant Mulezan was on the Austrian bull's wide, thickly muscled back, lacing his thick, powerful arms around mile wide Aryan shoulders and locking on a neck cranking full nelson. Mulezan’s raging cock was sandwiched between the Engineer’s big, powerful hard glutes.
“Oh… fuck…. Yes!” Mulezan groaned in time with his cock sliding back and forth between the Austrian’s ass cheeks. With a powerful downward thrust of his mighty arms, the Engineer forced apart Mulezan's fingers and broke his full nelson. He had over-powered Mulezan yet again! It looked like the Austrian strongman had a little something left after all. "You’re really making me work for it, man. But that's OK, stud. It just means I’ll enjoy it that much more when I’m plowing this lily white muscle ass of yours!"
The Engineer began to crawl away on his hands and knees. Mulezan landed a cracking slap across Herr Buttmann's ass leaving a bright red glowing hand print on the pale but very muscular glutes. The Engineer continued to crawl but Mulezan kicked him in the side. Still on all fours, the crawling muscleman stopped, clutching his ribs.
The Engineer began to crawl away on his hands and knees. Mulezan landed a cracking slap across Herr Buttmann's ass leaving a bright red glowing hand print on the pale but very muscular glutes. The Engineer continued to crawl but Mulezan kicked him in the side. Still on all fours, the crawling muscleman stopped, clutching his ribs.
Dropping to one knee next to his opponent, Mulezan jammed his right hand between Hans’s sweat-soaked thick thighs from behind, squeezing it between his legs until his fingers latched onto the Austrian’s testicles. The Engineer gasped, his hips levitating off the floor.
He pried the The Engineer up to his knees with a handful of hair, his other hand still locked onto Hans’s balls. Dipping to his side, one knee on the floor, Mulezan captured Herr Buttmann’s neck in his left hand, bending The Engineer backward across his wide shoulders.
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| Mulezan slowly pressed himself upward, The Engineer stretched helplessly across his shoulders |
With a grunt, Mulezan rose off his knee and slowly pressed himself upward until he stood in the middle of the temple with the naked The Engineer stretched helplessly across his shoulders.
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| The jungle king fingers continued to squeeze The Engineer’s balls mercilessly |
His fingers continued to squeeze The Engineer’s balls mercilessly. He pulled hard on the Austrian’s neck, rocking up to the balls of his feet and bouncing.
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| The junglified American ex-pat pulled hard on The Engineer’s neck, rocking up to the balls of his feet and bouncing |
“Uh… Uh… Uh…” The Engineer grunted in time with his opponent bouncing him like a rag doll across his shoulders.
Mulezan's cock begins to rise as grabs the giant blond Austrian by the hair. He pulls the muscleman fighter up to his feet and flings him into the wall of the Temple.
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| Finish him Mulezan, destroy that Austrian scoundrel! |
With little effort the Muscleman of the Jungle jerked the muscle freak Engineer up in the air in a military press. For a few seconds he just stood there proud and victorious as his opponent whimpered above his sweat soaked head. Mulezan took a victory lap around the temple as he held aloft his beaten foe for all to see, strolling in a slow circle with the Engineer held overhead.
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| Mulezan strolled in around in slow circle with the Engineer held overhead |
The beaten, bashed Engineer was seeing stars from the agony. His entire crotch was numb from the relentless abuse. He had never met strength like this, never been thrashed so bad. Even if he escaped from this hold, he was sure he wouldn't be able to stand up, much less keep fighting. He was defeated mentally as well as physically. He began to beg.
“No, no ……. please ……. no more …… I give up, man …… let me go ……I’m beaten, man.” begged the Engineer.
“You bet your life you are,” Mule growled He gave, he lost. Now his winner-take-all stakes would come back to bite him in the ass.
“No, no ……. please ……. no more …… I give up, man …… let me go ……I’m beaten, man.” begged the Engineer.
“You bet your life you are,” Mule growled He gave, he lost. Now his winner-take-all stakes would come back to bite him in the ass.
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| Who is the Untermensch now, strudel boy! |
Mulezan's face, riddled from the intense strain he was exerting to break the Aryan Superman, nevertheless spoke volumes. It said loud and clear. I’m invincible! I’m in absolute control!”
Once he felt he’d permanently damaged the Engineer's back, Mulezan released his hold and contemptuously shrugged his shoulders. The Austrian rolled off the wide shoulders of the 6’3” victor and crashed to the floor with a hard smack in a naked, soaked heap. He didn’t try to move for a while. His body throbbed. He was decimated and totally humiliated like he’d never been before in his life.
A wide eyed Adi stared in disbelief. "Am I really seeing this?" He thought. "I never thought I would see that muscle giant Aryan beg! Or get his ass kicked in a fight, much less get fucked by the winner! Damn, this is the best brawl I have ever seen!'
The massively-muscled Mulezan triumphantly placed one foot on the back of the defeated Engineer, while he flexed both his mighty guns for the benefit of Adi, and beaming a self assured smile, Mulezan let fly a victory yell.
A wide eyed Adi stared in disbelief. "Am I really seeing this?" He thought. "I never thought I would see that muscle giant Aryan beg! Or get his ass kicked in a fight, much less get fucked by the winner! Damn, this is the best brawl I have ever seen!'
The massively-muscled Mulezan triumphantly placed one foot on the back of the defeated Engineer, while he flexed both his mighty guns for the benefit of Adi, and beaming a self assured smile, Mulezan let fly a victory yell.
Negotiations were thus forcefully and successfully concluded:
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| Have mercy Jungleman, have mercy! I give! |
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| You are singing a different tune now, aren't you Hans! |
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| Your fate is not up to me, listen, can you not hear the elephants trumpeting for your blood? |
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| Are you a man or a jungle beast, a man would show MERCY! |
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| As you yourself described me, I am a beast, the King of the Apes is what you called me! I should show you the same mercy, you promised me...none! |
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| Mulezan thumped his chest like a gorilla! Not that Hans would know what gorilla was, or how one behaved. |
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| Now I believe it is time to collect the special added terms of our wager... |
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| Take my bratwurst, Swiss Miss, be my alpine bitch! |
Mulezan's cock begins to rise as grabs the giant blond Austrian by the hair. He pulls the muscleman fighter up to his feet and flings him into the wall of the Temple.
Mulezan presses the Engineer up against the cold marble wall back first and brings his arms under the Austrian’s ass. He slowly lifts the downed muscleman off his feet using the wall to keep him pinned. The Engineer, barely conscious, moans as Mulezan muscles him around like a rag doll. Mulezan's muscles flex and peak as he holds Herr Buttmann suspended in the air then slowly lowers him onto his upright, rock-hard cock.
"OK, dude, I know you said you liked it rough. I can fuck rough, you worthless prick. I’m gonna rip your muscle ass to shreds, man. Let me hear you scream, big guy.” Mulezan said, his eyes blazing. And hear him scream he did.
The Engineer’s scream echoed round the ancient Temple as he felt a man’s cock spear his ass for the first time in his life. Mulezan had taken the Austrian muscleman's cherry. As he was impaled on the monster shaft, as he felt it plunge deep into his gut, his magnificent body shook with the agonizing pain that shot through him. His muscles strained, veins standing out, as he tried desperately to free himself the shaft of pain torturing his agonized body. Mulezan, the musclestud Han's had topped earlier, was now topping him with a revenge fuck. A rape for a rape. Mulezan was triumphant. “That’s it, stud, let me hear you scream!"
The dominant King of the Apes begins to brutally rape the Engineer up against the wall, a show of strength and stamina as he plunges his horse-sized cock deep into him again and again, breeding the Austrian giant. The Engineer had never been defeated in his life. And now here he was naked and suffering the degradation of having a man, the ultimate man, plow his ass. They had fought savagely, beaten the living crap out of each other, proved themselves equal, and finally Mulezan had broken him and made him beg. And now the Engineer, a top man, an alpha male, a dominant stud, was being topped: fucked for the first time in his virgin ass by Mulezan, the better man, the ultimate man.
Mulezan, Adi, and Rohit heard the wild screams of agony, howls of pain, the pleas for mercy as the handsome, sculpted body of the Engineer writhed and shuddered from the merciless onslaught. His agony was endless. His muscles flexed and bulged, streaming with sweat as he looked up at the raging jungle beast torturing him. He had never felt such pain in his life.
The Engineer moans with every thrust, his cock growing rock hard and rising upward, pre-cum dripping, as Mulezan pumps in and out of him. Mulezan’s mammothly muscled body began to tremble violently as the first volcanic blast of man-chowder erupted followed by another massive load and another and another and another.
The Lord of the Jungle's muscles peak as he blows load after load of hot cum deep into the Engineer’s nearly destroyed ass. After shooting his load into the Austrian, Mulezan pulls out and lets Herr Buttmann fall to the ground. The Engineer continues to moan as he lands on his ass, back to the wall, his sphincter dribbling blood and Mulezan's schlong-juice.
Mulezan looks around, then down at the Engineer, then looks back up and smiles at Adi. "Man, it took me long enough to finally mount him! He's a tough cookie, I will get him credit for that. But he got... hard when I fucked him..." Mulezan says in a low tone, "Like a fucking FAGGOT! So he loses some points for that..."
Adi seems unimpressed: "What I saw, was two Yurōpiyana samalaiṅgika who ass-raped each other!"
Mulezan frowned and noted to himself that he would have to take the ass of that impudent Hindu after he was done with the Austrian.
Rohit on the other hand, felt he was gazing upon a magnificent muscle god, standing astride the muscle man he had tortured.
Mulezan frowned and noted to himself that he would have to take the ass of that impudent Hindu after he was done with the Austrian.
Rohit on the other hand, felt he was gazing upon a magnificent muscle god, standing astride the muscle man he had tortured.
"OK, that was a smooth move you had with that jerk-off at my expense, Adi. But I think I can do it moar better, and I can even add my own special twist at the end. Just watch!" Mulezan announces.
The Engineer looked up and saw the Jungle giant towering over him, saw him beating his meat, heard the shout of triumph as hot juice slammed down onto his face. It was the final humiliation, one man pouring his semen into the other’s face. Instinctively the vanquished muscleman opened his mouth and swallowed hard, drinking in the baby-gravy of the man who had so totally demolished him.
Mulezan's horse cock is covered in pole-cream and blood. Without touching it, he aims his manhood in the Austrian’s direction and sprays the Hans’s handsome, blond face with a steady stream of piss with his firehose of a cock. Mulezan's final triumph was to drown the man’s bruised and ravaged muscles with his piss. His body heaved, pouring with sweat as he looked down with satisfaction at the broken man. The Engineer's chest heaves with ragged breaths as the dominant Alpha male marks him. Piss poured over his face, into his mouth and over the shuddering muscles of his spectacular body. He moaned from the humiliation and degradation. When it was over he lay still, utterly defeated, broken, his bruised, sculpted muscles covered with steaming piss, the handsome face sobbing in total degradation.
Mulezan finishes pissing, and lays back and basks in the glory of the moment for a few minutes.
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| It's good to be the king! |
Mulezan hums a merry tune as he relaxes:
Then he stands with strident determination and walks toward Adi to exact payback for his quip, but stops because Rohit, the Margdarshak, steps in front of him, looks him up and down, then stares into Mulezan's face with a smirk.
"You got to be kidding me. Is this skinny dude gonna try to start some shit with me too?" Mulezan thinks.
But instead, Rohit asks: "Are you OK, man? You look as if you took a hell of a beating.”
Mulezan growled back. “Well, apart from a lot of bruises and aching muscles I'm just dandy. But you should see the other guy ….. over there,” and he jerked his head toward the big body of the Austrian stretched motionless on the ground. "Don’t worry about me, I’m a tough mutherfuking son-of-a-bitch. I’ve taken beatings before and come back for more.”
" Do you need any help getting... cleaned up, jungle stud?" Rohit asked next. It sounds like Rohit has developed a man crush on Mulezan. Mulezan looks over Rohit who is standing right in front of him and blocking his way. Mulezan growls, and then presses into him with his pectoral muscles in order to intimidate. His eyes narrow and he runs his hand up Rohit’s chest slowly, feeling the impressive ridges of a lean and tight muscled hard body. Yeah, he's a twunk (a twink with muscle) for sure.
"Aren't you his…bitch?” Mulezan asks nodding toward Adi still on his makeshift throne. Rohit's smirk widens. "I'm no man's bitch..." Rohit says. "Unless I want to be..." Mulezan looks in the Margdarshak's eyes with an “I get it” look. Adi looks at his former attendant with disgust.
Mulezan points Rohit toward the Temple exit with a nod of his head. Rohit smiles and nods then turns toward Adi. "See ya, Boss." Rohit says, then steps quickly to follow Mulezan. Mulezan turns back and looks at Adi to gauge his reaction as they slowly walk out the Temple exit.
Adi's face flushes in anger and humiliation but He vividly remembers his brutal beating at the hands of Mulezan . The throbbing pain pulsating throughout his ravaged body is a reminder. "Well, bakavāsa malā bakavāsa bakavāsa" he says. "This whole day has sucked horse testicles..."
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| This whole day has sucked horse testicles... |
The elephants of the valley celebrated their deliverance like it was Mardi Gras or to be more culturally relevant, like it was Ganesh Chaturthi!
The plans to complete the King George V dam were abandoned, although the ruins from the construction, known to the locals as Buttmann's Folly, can still be seen today. Instead a more modest hydroelectric dam was built on the Darna river, and was completed in 1916.
The people of Nashik also celebrated the salvation of their beloved temple and elephants, but during the celebration Mulezan sneaks off for future adventures... The Maharani is disappointed, having hoped to celebrate with Mulezan by showing him such Indian delights as detailed in the Kama Sutra, and masks her disappointment as Indians are want to do, in a rousing song and dance number.
AFTERWARDS...
नंतर
The Delhi Durbar:
दिल्ली दरबार
The Royals on Safari in the Raj:
भारतीय राज्यातील प्राणी हत्या करणारे रॉयल्स
Mulezan swears eternal enmity against the house of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha (later Windsor) for this outrage! He had already despised the Belgian branch of this dynasty for events in the Congo. He also held hatred for the Austrians because of the Engineer, Mulezan plotted his revenge on them ALL! A revenge that would ultimately lead circuitously to the catastrophe known as the First World War! That is however a whole other story, perhaps for another time...
Adi gave up wrestling, hoping to become a famed Bollywood actor, appearing in India's first full length feature: Raja Harishchandra in 1913. He is credited today as India's first male porn actor, having later starred in thousands of silent black and white pornographic 8mm continuous "loops" that were wildly popular in peep-show booths throughout 1920's Eurasia. To this day, vintage Adi loops are highly sought after by museums and private collectors alike.
Hans Buttmann became a Captain (Hauptmann) in the Imperial Austro-Hungarian army in World War I, fighting in the Gebirgskrieg, "Mountain war," where his engineering background might prove useful, despite being declined a spot with the Military Engineers, that he coveted. During the Battles in the Dolomites in 1917, he was shot "accidentally" by his own men and his body toppled into a crevasse and was never recovered.
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| Captain Buttmann's men seize the High Ground! |
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| Nein, ich glaube nicht, dass sie Hauptmann Buttmann jemals finden werden! |
FLASH FORWARD TO 2019
In more modern news, a trophy hunter was eaten in Zimbabwe by crocodiles, in karmic justice.
One witness, a Mulezan IV, was quoted as saying: "You don't think he wound up in those crocs, by accident, do you? Crocs have to eat too!" Authorities are seeking this individual for questioning about the incident.
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| Police sketch of the 'Person of Interest' |
Meanwhile popular Bollywood actor and descendant of Adi, Thakur Anoop Singh, prepares to star in the upcoming revisionist adventure movie "Invasion of the White African Ape Man: Revenge of the Singh" which the Indian Production Studio says will "set the history straight" (although admitting to taking some artistic license) on this little known historical incident. after the Hollywood corruption of his ancestor's story in the infamous Tarzan Goes to India:
*For those that read all the way to the end, make sure to check out your lagniappe, the TWO- Mulezan Goes to India bonus features that will be published soon:
1) Deleted Scene: The Boys Frolicking
2) Alternative Ending: The Engineer Can't Take the Shame
This is a HUGE production! Imma blow 10 loads on this one - definite hot read and re-read. I love Adi's face smothering pec hug! The python power is worthy of fear! Beautiful work man!
ReplyDeleteI lol'ed hard about this post!
ReplyDeleteCrazy shit :D
holy fuck!!!! I lauded this with two emissions. FUCK!!!!!!!! I was hoping that pig skinned piece of bird shit Aryan interbred cub would take a break to fight Adi too once he'd fucked Mule, giving Mulezan recovery time and making them even for the next round... But, the shit was perfect!
ReplyDeleteHOT story, Mule! I especially like Adi's jutting nips, and also that sexy poser on Hans.
ReplyDeleteKudos to you and to the others who contributed!
Great Two for One set of battles. Your own work is fantastic, but where did you get the filler pdrawings? The artist's signature appears to be 'V. T. Nielo', but he is unknown to me. Could you add his gallery or a link to his art?
ReplyDeleteThe artist for the traditional hand-drawn art is the very talented Enrique Nieto Nadal. He has a Facebook page under his name and also this website: https://www.enietonadal.es/
DeleteHe is available for private commissions at an extremely reasonable fee. He can even include you in the pic if you wish. Contact him at nieto.enrique6@gmail.com if you are interested!
Action-packed, as usual. Sensational moves and holds. Adi's foot on Mulezan's neck similar to a vicious death struggle in TARZAN'S GREATEST ADVENTURE. Love it. Now if you would "remake" TARZAN'S THREE CHALLENGES the Mulezan way, or send Mule to Hollywood to compete for role of the new screen Tarzan. Oh boy.
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