STORY BY MULE, EDITS BY STEFAN, SKETCH DRAWINGS FROM LOBO JORGE'S FACEBOOK FROM VARIOUS STORIES ON THE INTERWEB, COLOR ART FROM THE WEB, PICS LABELED "DO NOT REPOST" AND/OR WITH HIS COPYRIGHT, ARE BY THE GREAT JUNGLE KING KAZAR, SO DO NOT REPOST ANY OF THOSE!
Western Union Telegram
***Urgent Message***
To: Mulezan***Urgent Message***
The Belgian Congo
From: T. Roosevelt
The White House USA
HELP US, MULEZAN! ~stop~
YOU ARE OUR ONLY HOPE! ~stop~
~More to Follow!~stop~
s/ YOUR FRIEND, TEDDY
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The message went out by telegraph to Boma, capital of the Congo Free State, and then out by runner and native drums until it reached Mulezan...
Mulezan listens to the drums... "Oh, no! The brother of Mulezan's old enemy, the Evil Hunter, has kidnapped the Queen of England! Wait, England has a Queen? I wonder if she is hot..."
Major De Paard watched in rapt excitement, as the Hunter's hands slid down the apeman’s back, almost to his waist. And then they closed. The European strongman's arms tightened into a ring of iron around the apeman. The boulder-like muscles in his shoulders bulged. With a grunt of effort, he locked Mulezan in a bear hug. A muscular band of iron constricted around the apeman. He crushed Mulezan’s chest into his own in a vise-like grip. The Ape-man was feeling the effects of whatever he had been injected with, and with clouded vision and failing strength he was unable to resist the bearhug as he normally would. Still combat had caused his body to be flooded by powerful masculine hormones, which kept the drug from taking full effect.
Major De Paard saw the muscles in the Hunter's thick arms tighten, turn to steel as he squeezed Mulezan into his chest. The Major gasped with excitement. He heard the Jungleman’s moan of pain as the air in his chest was crushed out of him.
The Hunter wrapped his enormous arms around the Apeman's massive torso, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand against the small of the other man's back and squeezed in a devastating bearhug! ARGH! As he applied tremendous pressure against his opponent's back, he lifted him off the ground. Arms wrapped around Mulezan like a constricting python, enveloping and crushing the Jungle Hero. The Hunter's heaving muscle and immense power cuts Mulezan in half, crushing his ribs and curving his back. The Ape-man was in agony, yet he continued to struggle as the Hunter squeezed the life out of him.
The Hunter locked on a devastating bearhug!
ARGH! The Hunter forced a groan from Mulezan as he slowly began to squeeze the life out of him! The Hunter was too strong for Mulezan to break the agonizing hold!
“I’m really glad you won’t give, Mulezan,” the Hunter panted, “Come on muscle boy, if we’re gonna do this let’s do it properly. I’ve decided this match can only be won by knock out. Doesn’t that sound fun, muscle head? You and me, 1-on-1. We settle this the man's way. Loser kneels and sucks the winner's dick ”
Mulezan could only moan and grunt in response, his back hurting more than he’d thought possible, and his head still woozy from the drugs still battling against his adrenaline and testosterone.
With that, the Hunter opened his arms, releasing his bearhug and let his opponent go. Mulezan stumbled back, coughing hard, his massive chest muscles heaved up and down with each breath, struggling to fill his powerful lungs, unable to decide if the pain in his back or ribs was worse. At least he was able to breathe again. But the Hunter had dominated him so far.
Hunter grinned wickedly in reply and said, "Yes, you are a tough motherfucker, but I fucking totally owned you. And it seems like you got turned on being dominated and over-powered. I can see you are just as excited and boned up as I am. But now it is time to end this! Round two, bitch! Now I get to beat the shit out of you with my fists!" He was gloating pretty vaingloriously for such a cheater.
The Hunter, villain that he was, is wearing brass knuckles on his right fist. Mulezan had never seen brass knuckles before, and didn't comprehend just how much brass knuckles intensified a mighty punch. Having those brass knucks on are gonna give the cheating Hunter yet another huge and unfair advantage in this fist fight. A man armed with brass knuckles could easily knock out a man even Mulezan's size with one punch, if he lands it right.
Major DePaad silently watched the two musclegods squaring up to each other for the exchange of fistacuffs. Both of the giant musclemen were exceptionally well built, of about the same height and weight. The Major was mesmerized by the Hunter’s total dominance of the apeman. The European powerhouse was in no hurry to finish Mulezan off. And the Major was relishing every brutal move against Mulezan, enjoying every moment of the apeman’s total defeat. Since he had faked his death, the Major had diversified into illegal slaving, mining and other criminal enterprises with the Evil Hunter Remix, that had enriched him greatly, but the Jungle Champion had interfered with a number of enterprises he was behind, costing him a fortune in lost revenue, the Jungle Man had to PAY for this, and since Banana Man hadn't a franc to his name, the restitution would have to take a very different form.
The jungle man's chiseled body was glistening with a slight sheen of perspiration that highlighted every ridge and mound of muscle. Mulezan's huge chest, with massive bulging pecs, tapered to cut abs that looked like a brick wall. His beefy pecs bulged and relaxed as he breathed deeply, his nipples erect with excitement and anticipation . His muscular thighs and buttocks were moulded into his famous loincloth, the tight cut emphasised his large, bulging crotch. His huge legs, thick and defined were as thick as some men's waists.
His European opponent was a spectacular muscleman whose physical development was the equal of his African opponent. The Hunter was also stripped to just a loincloth. Every bit as strongly muscled as Mulezan, with a muscled ladened fighter's body that that could take every blow, and big rounded shoulders that could swing his knuckle duster enhanced fists like a club. Every sinew and muscle more than a match for the inhibited Mulezan, heck even at the jungle lord's best, he would have proved a formidable adversary.
Both musclemen now flexed facing each other, flexing their massive bulging his pecs in challenge.peaking their biceps, ridging their abs, flexing muscle glutes of steel, flaring their lats. The pouches of their loincloths bulged and their jutting nipples were erect.
The Major's cock was rock solid and beginning to drip. Major DePaard knew that no matter how strong Mulezan was, he didn't have the boxing skills and experience the Hunter had. The Hunter would have the advantage in a stand up and bang each style prizefight.
"Let's get this over with, stud," Hunter said. With that, the two stimulated muscle giants raised their fists and began to warily walk around each other in slow-motion, sizing up each other's powerful physique. There was total silence as they cautiously, but confidently, circled each other. Due to their closeness, Mulezan's heighten senses could take in the intoxicating aroma of aroused male sexuality and warrior testosterone.
Hunter raised his fists and at the same time, Mulezan raised his fists to guard. The Hunter danced around the Jungle Hero like the champion boxer he had been in Europe, his muscular pecs bouncing in time and his huge rock-hard cock threatening to break through his loincloth.
The Hunter landed a devastating punch into Mulezan's bulging crotch. ARGH! The Jungle Protector bellowed like a bull being castrated. His muscular physique quaked and quivered from the incredible force of the low blow to his nuts. The Hunter spread his arms, fanning out his own barn door wide lats. “How’s that feel, eh, jungle man? How did you like being punched in the balls," He asked with an evil grin. Mulezan's hands remained over his throbbing, despoiled loins, as protection.
Mulezan, his anger and pain pouring adrenaline and progesterone into his battered body, charged forth, fists swinging wildly. The Hunter, however, was ready. He ducked under the charge, firing a hard fist into the Ape-man's ripped stomach. The fist bounced off without even phasing the ape-man as the Hunter moved behind him. Mulezan spun to face the Hunter. CRACK! A hard fist struck the Jungler's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.
"Fuck Yea!", the Major cheered silently as the Hunter manhandled the Jungle Hero. "Knock that muscle bitch Mulezan out, make him hurt! Wow, the Hunter is actually doing it! He's beating the shit out of that arrogant prick, Mulezan. Damn, I can't believe I am really seeing this. I never thought I would see that big Apeman be manhandled and dominated like this! This Hunter is the real deal!"
The Hunter charged in, stabbing Mulezan's abs with another combination of punches as the ape-man reached for his jaw. Again, the jungle man's brick-like ab muscles held, with the Hunter's punches bouncing off harmlessly. WHOOSH! The Jungle Champion's retaliating punch sailed past the Hunter's face.
The Hunter backed up as Mulezan swung recklessly, trying to connect with a knockout punch. Quickly the Hunter backed right out of the ape-man's reach. The hunter bounced back and forth, staying light on his feet, fists raised. The Congo Champion was playing right into his hands. The Hunter knew that he was a better fighter than the ape-man, who was used to wrestling and tests of strength. The Hunter knew that a skilled striker could win against a strong wrestler.
As the Ape-lord drew near, the Hunter feinted with a couple of blows at the ape-man's head once again. Mulezan avoided the blows, but the Hunter had only been moving him into position. WHUMP! The Hunter put all his weight and strength into a pulverizing, brass knuckle enhanced, cannon-shot blow to the Lion of the Congo's abs of steel. The armor plates of Mulezan's gut buckled, and the Hunter's metal clad fist went deep into the Jungler's gut. The bellow exploded over the jungle, as the devastating blow knocked all the wind out of the apeman. As his invulnerable abs finally caved in, the Ape-man stumbled back, bending over from the blow. WHAM! The Hunter seized the opportunity. He threw a tremendous right upper cut backed by every once of power he had.
The brass knuckled fist hits Mulezan's jaw with ferocious power. The last thing the Jungle-man hears before he is cold cocked by the massive right was “Say Goodnight, Bitch!” The Jungle Champion is knocked the fuck out! He is now the Jungle Chumpion!
The Hunter walked a couple of steps back then looked down on Mulezan's unconscious body, laying lifeless and prone in the dirt. The Hunter stood and watched, his stomach heaving. His arms crossed across his mighty chest, surveying the damage he has inflicted on the Lord of the Jungle.
His brother's killer, now lay defeated in the dirt at his feet, beaten and battered to a pulp. He reveled for a moment, in the sweat covered muscle stud’s humiliation. He smiled, the thrill of defeating the Jungle Muscle Stud going straight to his cock. "Yeah! Down for the count! I fucking KO'd Mulezan! So much for foreplay." he chuckled.
He looked over at the Major with a grin and adjusted the big boner in his loincloth. “ I guess we know who’s the best man now, don’t we, Major?” the Hunter proudly boasted.
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| Here is where we usually bore half our readers with the details about how Mulezan discovers where the Old Queen is being held hostage. |
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| Mulezan to the Rescue! |
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| AIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! |
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| Unhand her, you filthy commoner cad! |
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| Mulezan frees Her Majesty! |
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| The grateful Queen shows uncharacteristic emotion! |
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| Wait! What is this?! A syringe! |
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| The Queen injects something into Mulezan's muscular ass and I don't think it's steroids! |
As Mulezan recoils in shock the Monarch grabs the Lord of the Jungle in a grip worthy of the legendary English strongman Thomas Topham. What poor Mulezan didn't know was the telegram was a hoax, and Queen Victoria had been dead for 8 months...Mulezan never kept up much with current events outside his jungle.
Mulezan grunted as the air was forced from his lungs! Pain flares from the Jungle Lord's obliques and lats as they cave-in from the vice-like crush of the "Royal" bearhug!
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With a grunt Her Majesty lifted Mulezan up in
a tight bearhug!
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Mulezan grunted as the air was forced from his lungs! Pain flares from the Jungle Lord's obliques and lats as they cave-in from the vice-like crush of the "Royal" bearhug!
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You see who you’re dealing with now, pussy?
The imposter crowed as he pulled off his disguise!
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Mulezan is jumped by Evil Hunter 2.0 from behind. Now it is
two against one. The Jungle King fights valiantly against the
two powerful men.
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The false "Queen" is none other than Mulezan's old enemy, Major De Paard! "Wait," thinks Mulezan, "Didn't the Evil Hunter kill him in Part VI? Clearly some of those drum BREAKING NEWS messages were FAKE NEWS! Well the native drummers often pick up on a lot of the jungle gossip spread by the monkeys, and sometimes those monkeys tell tall tales!"
Mulezan fights valiantly, angry at all the tricks and subtufuge, and begins to get the upper hand against his old nemesis. Suddenly, the Lord of the Jungle is jumped from behind by Evil Hunter 2.0, brother of his greatest nemesis, The Evil Hunter! The Major steps back and lets the big boys rumble.
Mulezan fights valiantly, angry at all the tricks and subtufuge, and begins to get the upper hand against his old nemesis. Suddenly, the Lord of the Jungle is jumped from behind by Evil Hunter 2.0, brother of his greatest nemesis, The Evil Hunter! The Major steps back and lets the big boys rumble.
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| Rumble in the Jungle! |
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| You're no match against my strength and skills, Jungle Bitch! |
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| Hunter rams Mulezan head first into the nearest big tree. Your in trouble, handsome! Didn't think I was this strong did you? |
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| An American Football style tackle by the Hunter as he buries his shoulder into Mulezan midsection and drives Mulezan backwards into a tree. |
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| Mulezan's eyes bulged as the Hunter drives a shoulder deep into the Jungle Lord's muscled midsection. Mulezan's abs of steel caved in like a wrecked car as the Hunter pulverized his gut! |
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| Damn you Belgian Waffle, you are as bad as your brother! Had enough Monkey-Man? Well too bad, I am just getting started! |
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| Having fun yet, Banana boy? |
Major De Paard watched in rapt excitement, as the Hunter's hands slid down the apeman’s back, almost to his waist. And then they closed. The European strongman's arms tightened into a ring of iron around the apeman. The boulder-like muscles in his shoulders bulged. With a grunt of effort, he locked Mulezan in a bear hug. A muscular band of iron constricted around the apeman. He crushed Mulezan’s chest into his own in a vise-like grip. The Ape-man was feeling the effects of whatever he had been injected with, and with clouded vision and failing strength he was unable to resist the bearhug as he normally would. Still combat had caused his body to be flooded by powerful masculine hormones, which kept the drug from taking full effect.
Major De Paard saw the muscles in the Hunter's thick arms tighten, turn to steel as he squeezed Mulezan into his chest. The Major gasped with excitement. He heard the Jungleman’s moan of pain as the air in his chest was crushed out of him.
The Hunter wrapped his enormous arms around the Apeman's massive torso, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand against the small of the other man's back and squeezed in a devastating bearhug! ARGH! As he applied tremendous pressure against his opponent's back, he lifted him off the ground. Arms wrapped around Mulezan like a constricting python, enveloping and crushing the Jungle Hero. The Hunter's heaving muscle and immense power cuts Mulezan in half, crushing his ribs and curving his back. The Ape-man was in agony, yet he continued to struggle as the Hunter squeezed the life out of him.
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| The Hunter locked on a devastating bearhug! |
The Hunter locked on a devastating bearhug!
ARGH! The Hunter forced a groan from Mulezan as he slowly began to squeeze the life out of him! The Hunter was too strong for Mulezan to break the agonizing hold!
“Yeah, how’s that feel, Ape Man? Ya ever been crushed before? I’m like a python and I’m gonna crush ya to death!” Mulezan could not respond, but he lifted his hands and pushed back on the Hunter’s broad chest, trying to extricate himself from this agonizing hold. It was in vain. He was locked in a crushing squeeze that was breakable. The Hunter's massive arms were too strong! The drugged Mulezan could not pull off one of the come back maneuvers for which he was legendary.
Major DePaard marvels at the sight of the two Herculean wrestlers, observing with a grin the suffering of Mulezan locked in a convulsing bear hug. Even drugged the jungle lord remained a formidable opponent. The two sweaty, ferocious titans, their muscular bodies glued together, were grunting like wild boars. Mulezan, at least in his drugged state, had met his match. Mulezan could not escape the crushing bearhug. Even drugged, Mulezan's legendary strength was enough to defeat most men, but against a formidable opponent like the Evil Hunter Remix, he was failing to break free. Would the Major actually see the Mighty Mulezan's humiliating defeat? The Major felt pure exhilaration at the possibility! That he had to cheat to accomplish this, was not factored in his exultation.“I’m really glad you won’t give, Mulezan,” the Hunter panted, “Come on muscle boy, if we’re gonna do this let’s do it properly. I’ve decided this match can only be won by knock out. Doesn’t that sound fun, muscle head? You and me, 1-on-1. We settle this the man's way. Loser kneels and sucks the winner's dick ”
Mulezan could only moan and grunt in response, his back hurting more than he’d thought possible, and his head still woozy from the drugs still battling against his adrenaline and testosterone.
With that, the Hunter opened his arms, releasing his bearhug and let his opponent go. Mulezan stumbled back, coughing hard, his massive chest muscles heaved up and down with each breath, struggling to fill his powerful lungs, unable to decide if the pain in his back or ribs was worse. At least he was able to breathe again. But the Hunter had dominated him so far.
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| Come on muscle boy. You and me, 1-on-1. Round two, bitch! This round we beat the shit out of each other with our fists! And the fight's not over until one of us is knocked out cold! |
Hunter grinned wickedly in reply and said, "Yes, you are a tough motherfucker, but I fucking totally owned you. And it seems like you got turned on being dominated and over-powered. I can see you are just as excited and boned up as I am. But now it is time to end this! Round two, bitch! Now I get to beat the shit out of you with my fists!" He was gloating pretty vaingloriously for such a cheater.
The Hunter, villain that he was, is wearing brass knuckles on his right fist. Mulezan had never seen brass knuckles before, and didn't comprehend just how much brass knuckles intensified a mighty punch. Having those brass knucks on are gonna give the cheating Hunter yet another huge and unfair advantage in this fist fight. A man armed with brass knuckles could easily knock out a man even Mulezan's size with one punch, if he lands it right.
Major DePaad silently watched the two musclegods squaring up to each other for the exchange of fistacuffs. Both of the giant musclemen were exceptionally well built, of about the same height and weight. The Major was mesmerized by the Hunter’s total dominance of the apeman. The European powerhouse was in no hurry to finish Mulezan off. And the Major was relishing every brutal move against Mulezan, enjoying every moment of the apeman’s total defeat. Since he had faked his death, the Major had diversified into illegal slaving, mining and other criminal enterprises with the Evil Hunter Remix, that had enriched him greatly, but the Jungle Champion had interfered with a number of enterprises he was behind, costing him a fortune in lost revenue, the Jungle Man had to PAY for this, and since Banana Man hadn't a franc to his name, the restitution would have to take a very different form.
The jungle man's chiseled body was glistening with a slight sheen of perspiration that highlighted every ridge and mound of muscle. Mulezan's huge chest, with massive bulging pecs, tapered to cut abs that looked like a brick wall. His beefy pecs bulged and relaxed as he breathed deeply, his nipples erect with excitement and anticipation . His muscular thighs and buttocks were moulded into his famous loincloth, the tight cut emphasised his large, bulging crotch. His huge legs, thick and defined were as thick as some men's waists.
His European opponent was a spectacular muscleman whose physical development was the equal of his African opponent. The Hunter was also stripped to just a loincloth. Every bit as strongly muscled as Mulezan, with a muscled ladened fighter's body that that could take every blow, and big rounded shoulders that could swing his knuckle duster enhanced fists like a club. Every sinew and muscle more than a match for the inhibited Mulezan, heck even at the jungle lord's best, he would have proved a formidable adversary.
Both musclemen now flexed facing each other, flexing their massive bulging his pecs in challenge.peaking their biceps, ridging their abs, flexing muscle glutes of steel, flaring their lats. The pouches of their loincloths bulged and their jutting nipples were erect.
The Major's cock was rock solid and beginning to drip. Major DePaard knew that no matter how strong Mulezan was, he didn't have the boxing skills and experience the Hunter had. The Hunter would have the advantage in a stand up and bang each style prizefight.
"Let's get this over with, stud," Hunter said. With that, the two stimulated muscle giants raised their fists and began to warily walk around each other in slow-motion, sizing up each other's powerful physique. There was total silence as they cautiously, but confidently, circled each other. Due to their closeness, Mulezan's heighten senses could take in the intoxicating aroma of aroused male sexuality and warrior testosterone.
Hunter raised his fists and at the same time, Mulezan raised his fists to guard. The Hunter danced around the Jungle Hero like the champion boxer he had been in Europe, his muscular pecs bouncing in time and his huge rock-hard cock threatening to break through his loincloth.
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CRACK! The Hunter landed the first blow! Mulezan’s head snapped back as the iron fist landed squarely across his jaw |
CRACK! The Hunter landed his first blow against the jungle man. Mulezan’s head snapped back as the iron fist landed squarely on the side of his face. The Ape-man's gorilla tough head is knocked back from the force of the Hunter's right cross! If it hadn't been for his thick neck, the blow would have knocked Mulezan's head right off his shoulders. The Hunter had one hell of a punch. The Jungle King was lucky to even be conscious! One of the Hunter's punches could put down almost any man, even without the knuckle dusters!
The Hunter landed a devastating punch into Mulezan's bulging crotch. ARGH! The Jungle Protector bellowed like a bull being castrated. His muscular physique quaked and quivered from the incredible force of the low blow to his nuts. The Hunter spread his arms, fanning out his own barn door wide lats. “How’s that feel, eh, jungle man? How did you like being punched in the balls," He asked with an evil grin. Mulezan's hands remained over his throbbing, despoiled loins, as protection.
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| ARGH!The Hunter landed a devastating low blow to Mulezan's balls! |
Mulezan, his anger and pain pouring adrenaline and progesterone into his battered body, charged forth, fists swinging wildly. The Hunter, however, was ready. He ducked under the charge, firing a hard fist into the Ape-man's ripped stomach. The fist bounced off without even phasing the ape-man as the Hunter moved behind him. Mulezan spun to face the Hunter. CRACK! A hard fist struck the Jungler's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.
"Fuck Yea!", the Major cheered silently as the Hunter manhandled the Jungle Hero. "Knock that muscle bitch Mulezan out, make him hurt! Wow, the Hunter is actually doing it! He's beating the shit out of that arrogant prick, Mulezan. Damn, I can't believe I am really seeing this. I never thought I would see that big Apeman be manhandled and dominated like this! This Hunter is the real deal!"
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| The Hunter put all his weight into a pulverizing blow to Mulezan's abs of steel! |
The Hunter charged in, stabbing Mulezan's abs with another combination of punches as the ape-man reached for his jaw. Again, the jungle man's brick-like ab muscles held, with the Hunter's punches bouncing off harmlessly. WHOOSH! The Jungle Champion's retaliating punch sailed past the Hunter's face.
The Hunter backed up as Mulezan swung recklessly, trying to connect with a knockout punch. Quickly the Hunter backed right out of the ape-man's reach. The hunter bounced back and forth, staying light on his feet, fists raised. The Congo Champion was playing right into his hands. The Hunter knew that he was a better fighter than the ape-man, who was used to wrestling and tests of strength. The Hunter knew that a skilled striker could win against a strong wrestler.
As the Ape-lord drew near, the Hunter feinted with a couple of blows at the ape-man's head once again. Mulezan avoided the blows, but the Hunter had only been moving him into position. WHUMP! The Hunter put all his weight and strength into a pulverizing, brass knuckle enhanced, cannon-shot blow to the Lion of the Congo's abs of steel. The armor plates of Mulezan's gut buckled, and the Hunter's metal clad fist went deep into the Jungler's gut. The bellow exploded over the jungle, as the devastating blow knocked all the wind out of the apeman. As his invulnerable abs finally caved in, the Ape-man stumbled back, bending over from the blow. WHAM! The Hunter seized the opportunity. He threw a tremendous right upper cut backed by every once of power he had.
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| The brass knuckled fist hits Mulezan's jaw with ferocious power. The cold cocked Mulezan is knocked the fuck out! |
The brass knuckled fist hits Mulezan's jaw with ferocious power. The last thing the Jungle-man hears before he is cold cocked by the massive right was “Say Goodnight, Bitch!” The Jungle Champion is knocked the fuck out! He is now the Jungle Chumpion!
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| Hunter stands triumphantly above the defeated and unconscious Mulezan! The Hunter did it! He kicked the Jungleman's ass! Now the Hunter is the Alpha male! |
The Hunter walked a couple of steps back then looked down on Mulezan's unconscious body, laying lifeless and prone in the dirt. The Hunter stood and watched, his stomach heaving. His arms crossed across his mighty chest, surveying the damage he has inflicted on the Lord of the Jungle.
His brother's killer, now lay defeated in the dirt at his feet, beaten and battered to a pulp. He reveled for a moment, in the sweat covered muscle stud’s humiliation. He smiled, the thrill of defeating the Jungle Muscle Stud going straight to his cock. "Yeah! Down for the count! I fucking KO'd Mulezan! So much for foreplay." he chuckled.
He looked over at the Major with a grin and adjusted the big boner in his loincloth. “ I guess we know who’s the best man now, don’t we, Major?” the Hunter proudly boasted.
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| I guess we know who’s the best man now, don’t we, Major? |
The Major is sporting a major boner, as he watches the Hunter stand triumphantly above the defeated and unconscious Ape-man. Hunter Deux flexed his breathtakingly thick and beefy muscles. The Hunter had done it! He has knocked the King of the Jungle out cold. He has totally kicked the Jungler's ass and proved himself to be the Alpha male, demolishing Mulezan with his Alpha power and strength. The Hunter reached down and tucked the front of his loincloth under his bull-size balls. This let his giant snake emerge from its den. The swollen cock no longer contained by his tight loincloth was mammoth. The engorged member hung down majestically. between two swole tree-trunks. With a huge victorious smile, the Hunter flexed his rock hard abs and danced his thick pecs in triumph for the Major's benefit. It was really an incredible sight. He just stood there hands on hips, legs spread wide in a display of virility and masculinity. His muscles were pumped from the fight as though he had just finished working out at a gymnasium. His yard wide, broad, sweat-covered muscled shoulders glistened in the sunlight. He had 8-pack abs, a V-muscle around his hips, framing his powerful, thick cock that was hanging down proudly. "And soon," he thought excitedly, "when Mulezan wakes up, the Major will be able to watch as Mulezan worships the Hunter's junk. The Major will see the humiliated Jungleman perform the ultimate ritual of surrender and suck his conqueror's cock!"
All those who say: "Cheaters Never Prosper," have never been hit with brass knuckles on the fist of a powerful puncher!
However Hunter was not the only one with friends who could intervene in the nick of time. Monkey spies had earlier seen Mulezan getting into trouble and went off to get help from Mulezan's gorilla and chimp friends! The apes stormed into the clearing, causing the Major and Hunter to flee for their lives! Mulezan was SAVED!
If you like this story, you may enjoy the rest of the Mulezan Saga if you have missed it:
Original Mulezan Series
Mulezan Goes to India
Mulezan Goes to India: Deleted Scene
Mulezan Goes to India: Alternate Ending
And Make Sure to Check Out the Fantastic Jungle-Themed Animations that JungleKingKazar is doing on his YouTube channel:
Korak, Son of Tarzan vs Akane the Assassin
The Banon Boys vs Rakor of the Jungle
Kraven the Hunter vs Kazar
Also on the Mulezanish Theme:
Kazar the Savage vs. Kaiva the Witch Doctor
You also may enjoy these tales from elsewhere on Mule's Blog:
Vignette: Muscle Chick
The Adventures of Mulecules
Mule vs. the Lab Experiment
Mule and the Intersex Chick
Mule and the Intersex Chick: Deleted Scene
All those who say: "Cheaters Never Prosper," have never been hit with brass knuckles on the fist of a powerful puncher!
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| The Hunter's bat gets first licks by Mulezan! |
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| The Major gets last licks, his bat primed and ready for his turn getting a blow job from the beaten Mulezan. |
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| That was some good cocksucking Jungle-boy! What humiliation should I inflict next, perhaps I should take that big, muscular ass with this big banana of mine, you Junglers like big bananas, right? |
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| I've had just about enough of this cocky son of a whore! |
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| FUCK THAT! |
"FUCK THAT!" cried Mulezan, and he made his move putting the Hunter Remix into a crushing bear hug!
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| My turn, ya' cheating mutha-fucker! |
The Evil Hunter now was facing the angry wrath of a Mulezan, no longer hampered by drugs. His recent humiliation fueled his fury and he was kicking ass! The hauteur on the face of the Hunter had changed to fear, was it not for the intervention of the Major, the Hunter Remix would have lost, but the Major struck the King of the Apes across the back and legs with a thick branch, allowing the Hunter to break the hold, with the help of the Major, the Hunter was able to once again able to take the advantage. The Major stepped back to enjoy the show, stroking his erect, hard cock with anticipation.
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| I guess you forgot who is boss around here, Jungle-boy! |
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| Now it is time to place you on 'the wrack', Banana-boy! |
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| First a few overhead presses before I slam you to the ground and finish you off for good. No more legends for you Monkey-breath! |
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| His reputation among the Jungle Apes took a temporary downgrade! |
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| Even cuckolding the erstwhile King of the Jungle! |
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| Until he established dominance over the apes, and restored his status in the Jungle! |
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| You never want to kill off a lucrative franchise, heck I will be needed in India in a decade or so... |
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| While we enjoyed the carnal-charged pugilism, mentioning our royal person in connection with you unsavory blog is most unseemly Mule, MOST UNSEEMLY! OFF WITH HIS HEAD! |
If you like this story, you may enjoy the rest of the Mulezan Saga if you have missed it:
Original Mulezan Series
Mulezan Goes to India
Mulezan Goes to India: Deleted Scene
Mulezan Goes to India: Alternate Ending
And Make Sure to Check Out the Fantastic Jungle-Themed Animations that JungleKingKazar is doing on his YouTube channel:
Korak, Son of Tarzan vs Akane the Assassin
The Banon Boys vs Rakor of the Jungle
Kraven the Hunter vs Kazar
Also on the Mulezanish Theme:
Kazar the Savage vs. Kaiva the Witch Doctor
You also may enjoy these tales from elsewhere on Mule's Blog:
Vignette: Muscle Chick
The Adventures of Mulecules
Mule vs. the Lab Experiment
Mule and the Intersex Chick
Mule and the Intersex Chick: Deleted Scene
We NEED a sequel to this!
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