Story by Mule,inspired by an idea by Dylan Galante a/k/a Faustian, edits by Edit Brah Stefan, original art by Enrique Nieto Nadal (Artista amigo), and Steve (Artist-Brah) with additional picture wrangling by Mule and Edit Brah!
Pride in masculinity, honor among brothers and a bent for rough-and-tough sexuality made the leatherman the butch male icon of homosexual machismo.
Tom of Finland's drawings present the leatherman in his finest form.
The Gym
For the last couple of weeks I have been working out at this old-school hole in the wall power-lifter gym. Just for a change of scenery and besides, just the masculine vibe of the run-down joint is enough to increase my testosterone levels.
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| Your Mule joined a new (to me) Powerlifting gym |
Let me explain gym hierarchy for those unfamiliar: Powerlifters look down at bodybuilders because bodybuilding produces mountains of muscle tissue with no functional purpose. Strongman competitors look down on powerlifters because there's more to strength than a one-rep max in three lifts performed with a minuscule range of motion. Olympic lifters, if you can find them, get to feel smug because every 4 years, you can turn on the TV at 3 AM and see them compete for gold. And everyone hates on CrossFit.
Now everybody assumes I'm a bodybuilder because I'm 252 lbs of striated, gluteus maximizing, defibrillating, masturbatizing swole shreddedness, wrapped up in alphaness, and cold pressed in awesome. But I'm actually a powerlifter, and proof that powerlifters are all fat fucks is just a myth. I train for strength because what good is looking big & swole, if you can't actually lift anything.
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| The new Gym's powerlifters are real beasts! I haven't seen Gym Warriors like these since the football weight room back in my college playing days |
Since the gym's members are powerlifters and strongman competitors, it's got some real monsters working out there. Some of these big boys are over 300 lbs and make even me look small.
Devlin:
The biggest was an ex-powerlifting competitor, that was now training for a Strongman competition. His name was Devlin (Dev for short) and The Dude was a fucking beast. A 6'5 320lb alpha male with a 860 raw deadlift and a 520 raw bench. That guys is a mooonnnnnnnnnnstaaaah! Cuz dayum! With my 715 Deadlift and 445 Bench, very rarely am I actually jelly of another man's lifts, but this is one of those situations.
He always lifts in an over-sized hoodie and joggers. Your Mule being a narcissistic asshole (or so I am told) always lifts in the skimpiest stringer I can buy, showing so much body, I might as well be shirtless.
I don't know if Devlin is just shy or what. I only caught one quick glance of him changing in the locker room and my heart nearly stopped. With his massive shoulders, his thick chest, his deeply ridged abs, and his colossal legs he ain't got nothing to be shy about. The dude is a mountain of muscle.
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| Devlin ain't got anything to be shy about! He's a fucking mountain of muscle! |
I immediately sized dat big sombitch up as a dominant male, one that is challenging my Alpha status by his mere existence. I feel the need to do something about that. Every testosterone filled Alpha male has that male quality in him that makes him want to be the “top dawg”. He wants to prove to his counterparts that he is superior and that he rules the gym. That's why when two muscle studs first meet there is the initial stare-down, gazing at each other, some overt flexing and posing, then the sizing up of each other. Somewhere in the ritual, one dude challenges the other and the fight is on.
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| When two muscle studs first meet they always size each other up... |
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| ... until one dude challenges the other and the fight is on! |
After working out in the gym for hours, hitting the iron, you got that pumped up feeling of invincibility from all that testosterone raging in your balls so makes a perfect time for some alpha versus alpha fighting.
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| I love fighting guys who are thicc and even bigger than I am! |
Besides, I love fighting guys who are thicker and bigger than I am. Totally a control thing .... just fun to turn the tables on them and make them my bitches! There are times when I want the competition of a quality opponent ... it's the challenge it represents. As an athlete, I like to be challenged. I like to be pushed to mah limits and come out on top. Knowing that I have beaten a good opponent is a howling thrill for a he-man, alpha male! Not many things hotter to me than pounding the fuck out of some big muscle stud. After that, my huge sword is erect, and I scream: "I have the power!"
Devlin looks like he could go toe to toe with a grizzly and win!
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| Devlin could go toe to toe with a grizzly -and win! |
But I have taken down a lot of bodybuilders and strongmen even bigger than me. In a fight it's ALL conditioning. Size doesn't matter, I've rolled with musclemen who out weighed me by 60 lbs and by the 2nd minute they were gassed, and I just continued to drain their tank and end it. I've been in cage fights, street fights, cage fights in the street, and a street fight in a cage!
I especially enjoy the possibilities of totally dominating another big alpha male in a "loser get fucked" match. Putting the assets of our asses on the line and wrestling for stakes. Matches with such stakes brings out the animal in me. It gets me going and gets me all worked up!
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| I've been in cage fights... |
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| ...and street fights... |
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| ...and even a street fight in a cage! |
Of course, even a stakes match wouldn't be fun unless you have a quality opponent who has at least a chance of winning. Nothing easy is worthwhile.
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| When it comes to "stakes matches"- you win some... |
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| ...and you lose some! |
And whoever wins the alpha vs. alpha stakes match, he won't give the loser any slack. Even if he has to "force things", the sex is gonna be brutal, sweaty and rough. Just thinking about it gives me a boner.
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| I especially enjoy wrestling another big alpha male for top honors in a "loser get fucked" match |
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| Putting our asses on the line and wrestling for stakes! |
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| Whoever wins the stakes match gets the loser's ass, even if he has to take it by force! The sex is always brutal, sweaty and rough! |
Problem is, how to provoke him into a fight? Despite their image, the bigger guys like him are usually the nicest people you'll ever meet (hell, you hear it all the time). They've got nothing to prove, unlike squirrelly little manlets who are always hyper, and making a scene and in your face.
I thunk and thunk while I was benching, and I hatched a plan to goad big man Devlin into a fight!
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| Thunking is WAY harder for me than lifting! |
Mule's Brilliant Plan executed:
I waited until it was late and the Gym was pretty deserted. I know Devlin works out late, so I planned my workout time to be the same as his.
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| I planned my workout time to be the same as Devlin's. |
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| Devlin works out late so the gym was mostly deserted other than us! |
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| Working lats nude greatly increases your testosterone levels! |
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| I timed my workout to finish up 5 minutes after Devlin's. |
He doesn't shower at the gym, but he goes into the locker room after workouts to take a piss and eat some protein bars out of his gym bag. I had done some stalking and knew his routine. As usual, Dev was figuratively squatting a house and benching a car.
I timed my workout to finish up 5 minutes after Devlin's. In the locker room I stripped down to my jock and spent a minute fluffing my dick to make me look even moar like a mf'ing alpha horse-hung stallion.
Sufficiently fluffed up, I swaggered my way to the showers, whistling loudly. I was wearing just my jock strap, and had a towel slung over my shoulder. You could see the outline of my huge meat through the fabric of my jock pouch. It was half hard.
So here we both were, well the three of us including my engorging fuckpole, in an otherwise empty locker room. I saw Devlin just sitting there in his workout clothes, legs straddling the low wood bench between the wall of lockers, looking in his gym back for some creatine and drinking his protein shake out of a Bodybuilding.com shaker.
"Oh..what's up Dev? Didn't think anyone would still be here. I saw you doing squats , you're a total beast man. How they hanging, dude?" Devlin looked up and I saw his eyes laser-in on the huge bulge of my rigid cock straining under the elastic cotton webbing of my jock.
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| I stripped down to just my jock and spent a minute fluffing my dick |
As he looked at my sweat-stained jock-strap, I flexed my chiseled eight-pack abs into bulging relief, causing his eyes to shift slightly up. I know from all my posing before a mirror in just a jock, how hot I must look to the Devlin right now. It's an old school, muscle-stud jock, and I knows I look incredible in it! Dev's wide eyes are locked on my bulge.
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| I'm used to other dudes checking out my ass in the locker room |
As I talked as I casually strip my jock off, exposing 8 or 9 thick inches of semi-hard, cut man-meat. It's almost like I can feel Devlin's temperature rise.
Now nude, I turned on a shower head in the large open communal shower. Devlin was still on the bench gawking!
I can not lie, I am total stud, with an enormous cock to match. And like all super hung guys, I love to see other guy's reactions when I pull my horse cock out.
I was soaping up my schlong and nuts good so they're a bit engorged, feeling good and bulky. I looked up at Dev after a while, and caught the unmistakable flinch of a man caught staring at another man's tackle. Yeah, just like I suspected, Devlin was a fag who wanted what he just got caught looking at.
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| I swaggered my way to the showers with my huge cock half hard and swinging like a baby elephant's trunk! |
I can not lie, I am total stud, with an enormous cock to match. And like all super hung guys, I love to see other guy's reactions when I pull my horse cock out.
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| Like all super hung guys, I love to see other dude's reactions when I pull my enormous horse cock out! |
I was soaping up my schlong and nuts good so they're a bit engorged, feeling good and bulky. I looked up at Dev after a while, and caught the unmistakable flinch of a man caught staring at another man's tackle. Yeah, just like I suspected, Devlin was a fag who wanted what he just got caught looking at.
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| YOUR MULE |
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| DEVLIN |
Now to set my plan into motion! I stormed out the shower in a fake rage. Naked and dripping wet with the drops of water flowing down my tanned physique I stand over Devlin with my dick and balls almost in his face and shout "I've seen you looking at me in the gym all the time, phaggot," I said keeping my voice loud.
"I caught you checking my ass out in the shower just now, fudge-packer! Wanna see muscle? BIIIIIG, BULGIN' muscle? Wanna see me fuckin' flex these bulgin' muscles, you pathetic phaggot? I knew you for one those Muscle Mary pervs the first time I seen you. Cut the crap, homo! Or I'ma gonna kick your pansy ass in front of the whole gym and show them what a nancy-boy, girlie-man pillow-biter you are! You got THAT, you fuk'n dirty queer." I shouted in a Oscar worthy performance, sounding as homophobic as possible.
Devlin explodes to his feet. He starts Hulking out.
"Kick MY ass?You and what army, punk?" he shouts, fiercely, if unimaginatively.
Devlin explodes to his feet. He starts Hulking out.
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| Kick MY ass? You and what army, punk? |
"Kick MY ass?You and what army, punk?" he shouts, fiercely, if unimaginatively.
We stood grill to grill in a football style staredown, our glares are a mix of macho confidence, arrogance, anticipation … and challenge. It was a contest we both now welcomed: Two supremely powerful men, rugged alpha males, who instinctively had to test the other's strength in combat. We were like two bulls pawing the ground, bracing for the inevitable fight. The alpha instinct was in our blood, in every fiber of our hard, muscular bodies.
"No army required. I don't need one to wipe the floor with a 'Muscle Mary' like you."
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Gay men obsessed with achieving the perfect body.
Muscle Marys often spend hours at the gym lifting weights
to secure a good physique.
to secure a good physique.
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| A MUSCLE MARY (according to Your Mule) |
Devlin roared angrily: "I will show you who's a Muscle Mary! After I give you such a beatdown, you are going to be sucking my dick down hard, and calling me DADDY, Punk!"
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| Devlin was fired up! |
Devlin is red in the face and spitting when he yells. Boyo got really triggered on that one! Shy quiet Dev is so mad he tries to sucker punch me!
Well, he TRIES to take a swing at me. It was a bad idea. I caught his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. I put on the pressure until the pain made him groan, at which point I kicked my knee into the small of his back and released him, me, pushing him forward. He turned around to find me grinning.
"OK. OK shit-for-brains. Not here, not now. Let's set up a time for a for a Rassle-night. Just me and you. No stinking rules. We just beat the shit out of each other until one of us can't get up! You game?" I challenge, Devlin nods in binding alpha agreement! My plan worked!
"Well then that is settled, Muscle Mary. Are you gonna fight me in a fancy dress, Mary O'Muscle? Because I myself, don't wrestle in drag!" I wanted to make sure Devlin didn't cool down!
"No, asshole. No dress. I got all I need to fight you in that gym bag." his head nods towards one of the lockers. It has a large athletic equipment bag in it, the type Hockey players used to carry there shit in. There is a decal that reads "Eagle Muscle-Only Bar" on the bag. Never heard of it. Maybe Dev works security there. He sure in big enough to be a bouncer!
But Devlin is talking again so I forget about the equipment bag. Sounds like he's laying out a another stipulation. "But you will be dressing up like a sissy, and peddling yourself as a whore to every Tom, Dick and Harry up on Walnut Hill lane after I beat your ass, pretty boy! But before that, after the fight, the loser gets fucked! And 'loser' means you, asshole!" Dev adds in.
So you want to fuck my ass? I knew you were a homo. OK, man. We got a bet. I lose, you fuck my ass. But you got to put your ass on the line, too. I win, and I get to fuck you in your phaggot ass, big man!
"Shit!" Devlin said, "That'll be the day!" Although what he really meant was fuck yea, bitch!
"It's happened before and it can happen again - though not in the way you think, guy! Wait and see!" Devlin says, cryptically.
But it was going to be YOUR MULE who going to be snatching up Devlin's MANCARD! After all, I AM the hero of this blog, right readers? I said readers, am I right? Hello? Is this blog on? *TAP! TAP! TAP! *
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| The fate I knew was in store for Devlin's Man Card! |
"Gonna finish my shower, fag. I'm tired of standing out here wet and butt naked. You can jack off thinking about choking on my dick if you want to, I give you permission!" I said with a smirk.
Devlin stomped out the locker room triggered as fuck. Everything had gone like I had planned. Dev and I set a time and date for our fight. I returned to my shower. I was excited that my plan had worked and I had provoked Devlin into a match for stakes. I wonder just how much of my "Man Goo" went down the drain of the gym shower as I beat my meat and let my imagination run wild about kicking that man-mountain Devlin's big muscle-ass and fucking it to boot.
Devlin stomped out the locker room triggered as fuck. Everything had gone like I had planned. Dev and I set a time and date for our fight. I returned to my shower. I was excited that my plan had worked and I had provoked Devlin into a match for stakes. I wonder just how much of my "Man Goo" went down the drain of the gym shower as I beat my meat and let my imagination run wild about kicking that man-mountain Devlin's big muscle-ass and fucking it to boot.
I had stripped off my jeans while waiting and had be throwing a few punches to warm up. The tight, small pouch stretches obscenely with my huge, meaty cock. The thin waist band rests right atop the base of my thick bulging shaft, arcs gracefully around my hips, and sits right atop the hard-muscled globes of my ass. The too-small jock reveals a couple of inches of my veined, thick cock.
"Hey cutie. Nice underoos. Wanna Fight and Fuck?" said someone behind me in deep alpha tones.
I turned and looked upon the unbelievable image of a tall, muscular, massive bodybuilder dressed in full leather. At first I thought I must be hallucinating as I gazed at the iconic image. It was like one of those gay Tom of Finland fantasy drawings come to life. The sculpted muscle-god wore a cap pulled down over eyes shielded behind mirror glasses. The massive torso was covered only by a shiny black leather Bulldog Harness that left bare his broad shoulders, bulging pecs and washboard abs. He was tall, with an incredible body, built like a brick shit-house. This stud was really something, easily a match for me in the muscles department, and built like a fucking Mack® truck. He must be some sort of jock or an athlete with that physique. I cannot lie to my readers, I was a wee bit, smidgen of a tad turned on by the muscular physique on display!
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| At first I thought I must be hallucinating as I gazed at a massive bodybuilder dressed in full leather. And built like a brick shit-house. He was like one of those gay Tom of Finland fantasy drawings come to life! |
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| ~Male Leather Bulldog Harness~ Price: $65.95 @ male-essentials.com |
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| YOWZA!!!! |
And then it finally clicked that this was Devlin. Wow, he sure looked different now! He somehow looked even bigger than he did at the gym! With glistening, masculine muscle that seemed somehow bigger and and harder.
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| I realized the muscleman in leather was Devlin! Wow, he sure looked different now! |
He had always seemed big, but now he seemed more dominant, more aggressive, more menacing, more bad-ass, larger and in charger! Maybe because I was a little focused on my own gains and swoleness at the gym, that I hadn't really taken the time to fully appreciate the timid muscleman's sheer muscle size! Naw, Your Mule has an eye for muscle and potential challengers to his title of KING OF THE GYM! This was freakizoid shit! Devlin HAS to have GROWN since I saw him last! I don't know what sort of David Banner shit he had injected before our encounter, but he was way more swole than he looked in the gym!
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| I don't know what sort of David Banner shit he had injected before our encounter, but he was way more swole than he looked in the gym! |
It seemed impossible to Your Mule's way of thunking, that a total stud like this guy like this could be a phag. "Shy Dev" who never went shirtless in the gym was now confidently showing off maximum muscle. He was projecting a natural muscular and sexual arrogance. Maybe his arrogance had increased with the enormous additional swelling of his muscles. Even his voice was deeper and more alpha! What a fucking stud! Alright, maybe I was a bit more turned on than I had let on before!
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| Delvin had always been big, but now he was even more swole with a dominant, aggressive, menacing, and bad-ass attitude! |
Devlin was encased in the tightest imaginable leather garments which revealed every striation of every muscle in his quads, hams and calves. The huge quads threatened to split the seams as they bulged out obscenely through the slick thin leather. An extremely over-packed leather cock strap strained to contain his impossibly bulging dick and balls. His delts, arms and lats bust out from the back leather harness. It showed off his Bis and delts, accenting the huge veined size of both areas. He wore a normal leather gloveon one hand, but a gauntlet sheathed one of his big hands and bulging forearm. A regular biker's cap sat at a rakish angle, Tom of Finland style, on his head.
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| Devlin was wearing the tightest imaginable leather garments. His chest, delts, arms and lats bust out from the leather harness. His huge quads bulged out through his skin-tight leather pants. An over-packed leather cock strap strained to contain his bulging dick and balls! |
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| I was fine, totally unimpressed, un-intimidated and utterly unaffected by the Devlin beef-fest on all you can eat buffet display! |
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| My eyes traveled downward, past the bull neck, the broad, gleaming shoulders, and then to the chiseled naked torso, crossed by the studded leather harness. The torso tapered down to his ripped, slightly hairy eight-pack abs |
A heavy wide leather belt was clinched around his waist, and his legs were encased in leather pants tucked into heavy, black boots. My unbelieving eyes traveled downward, past the bull neck, the broad, gleaming shoulders, and then to the chiseled naked torso, crossed by the studded leather harness. The torso tapered down past the ripped, slightly hairy eight-pack abs to the waist cinched by a wide belt. The shiny leather pants clung to the muscled thighs, down to heavy black boots.
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| Devlin's body was goddamn big and muscular, a perfect compromise between beefy and ripped! |
Devlin's body was goddamn big and muscular, a perfect compromise between beefy and ripped! The scent of leather begins to mix with the smell of testosterone! His leather chest harness, fitting snugly over his rock-carved pecs, was sexy as fuck. His fucking horse-cock is swelling, stretching out his straining mesh jock-pouch! The big hard-muscled globes of his Beefy, bare,meaty muscle-ass were fully exposed, except for the Butt-Enhancing leather ass straps of his black jock strap! The Leather stud was as hot as fuck! There was no denying I was turned on when the tip of my rock-hard cock sticks straight up out my jock, the fat tip glistening as thick clear pre- cum bubbles out my piss slit and slowly coats my ample cock head.
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But you know YOUR MULE, I was fine, totally unimpressed, un-intimidated and utterly unaffected by the Devlin beef-fest on all you can eat buffet display!
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| Mmmmmm, all you can eat beef buffet! |
"Nice duds, dude. You get those off eBay?" I asked trying to sound neither surprised, awed, nor aroused even though I was all three.
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| Nice duds, Devlin. You get those off eBay? These are my work clothes, Mule. |
"My work clothes. The Eagle Muscle-Only Bar is a leather bar. I'm security. I work the door and decide if well-muscled hunks have enough leather and muscle to qualify for entry. You would pass on muscle with all that mouth-watering blonde muscle, sweetie, but no leather is a fail. And as the bouncer, I get to beat up gigantic brawling muscle dudes like you on the regular. punk."
"Huh.. Nice gig," I thought. "I wonder what that pays?" But then I remembered that I HATE bouncers and really enjoy beating them up, I have a number of bouncer notches on my weight belt! I have even written about some of that on my blog, previous like!
But there was something else that riveted my gaze, and made my eyes focus on his gauntleted left hand. The leather stud was holding a studded dog collar and chain!
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| In his gauntleted left hand, Delvin was holding a studded dog collar and chain! |
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| GULP!!!!!! |
"Loser gets put in a dog collar with a chain leash," noted the Leather Man with a diabolical Mephistophelian smile at my muscular Faustian flop sweat reaction to the collar and chain, "You up for a challenge?"
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| The word CHALLENGE snapped my MULE-BRAIN back into focus! |
"Will there still be victory-fucking involved? The loser being fucked ?" I asked.
"Of course, and more, the winner owns the loser! Once that collar goes around the loser's neck, the winner gets all sorts of spoils!" said the Leather Muscle Daddy with a fiendish grin, "Time to play, shall we begin?"
"Ok, I'm down. I will put my ass on the line if you will. So let's do it, Devlin. Loser gets dog collared, owned and fucked!" I agreed. Sounded as hot as fuck tbh.
"When I win," said Dev, "I shall show you all sorts of delights from my little hobby, He promised sinisterly!
"Sure but when I inevitably win, I will show you the pain of MY hobby, BJJ, but regardless, we never, EVER talk about what goes down here, is that clear, Dev??!"
"Not Devlin, when I am in my leathers my name is 'MEPHISTO'! Or as you will be calling me after I kick your ass and put the slave collar around your neck: MASTER!"
There was more testosterone in the air than in a football locker room. It was oozing off both men and fills the air with the musk of hyper-masculinity.
Then the scent of leather begins to mix with the smell of testosterone. The scent is intoxicating. Both of our testosterone and adrenaline levels were going through the roof !
Mephisto breaths in the intoxicating scent. Instantly his huge cock is swelling under his straining mesh jock-pouch, framed by sexy black leather, and that gorgeous, rock-carved upper-body adorned by the leather was looking erotic as hell.
Apparently, the intoxicating effects have hit me hard. Your Mule is getting hard and tempted, looking lustfully at Mephisto's hot muscle and hot muscle-ass, in all that hot, sexy leather. What a seductive leather-stud, and what a magnificent physical specimen! Just smell that leather! Plus that fucking horse-cock of his is looking smokin' hot stretching out his jock-pouch! Un-fucking-real! Holy fucking fuck, this is going to be so fucking HOT!
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| Mephisto was leading your poor Mule down a road of all sorts of temptations! |
My clouded mind filled with Lust. Fuck, Mephisto's body was so goddamn big and muscular. I couldn't control my eyes, loving everything, the leather clad devil was leading me into temptation! What kind of Faustian bargain had I made, when I had entered into the scheme to humiliate the seeming, shy and reserved, nice guy Dev! I had awakened Mephisto, the tempting devil of our darkest desires! His leather chest harness, fitting snugly over his beautifully carved pecs. was sexy as fuck. My half-hard cock felt like it was going to bust out of the tight, tiny, stretched-thin pouch. I was beginning to have doubts about the Faustian bargain I had struck, for as I was fueled by lust and aggression, I felt a dark cloud over my soul! I am a good Catholic boy, when my mom drags me to Church, thrice a year! Or sometimes I go when I go hear my spiritual adviser Father Gary, preach! Something I can do again, now that he spending a lot of time in Texas setting up some sort of wrestling for Jesus youth camp out in the Hill Country. Which reminds me, Father Gary texted me to call him. Something about me helping with his new camp. But I got my hands full right now.
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| Who am I kidding, you guys read my blog! |
Mephisto's hot, bare, muscle-ass, was set off by the black leather and the thin straps of his black jock. His black jock contrasted with the thin, white straps of mine. The big hard-muscled globes of both our hot, bare,muscle-asses were fully exposed. I couldn't help but to mentally compare my smooth sculpted bodybuilder muscle-butt to his hairy, meaty wrestler butt. I had glutes for the sloots...he had glutes fo' da brutes!
He flexes his chest a few times and pinches his nipples, getting them hard. I leer, trying to drink in everything all at once with my widening eyes: the massive chest dusted with dark hair that accentuated the rippling muscles. I drooled over: his bulging biceps, the sweaty curls of his pits, his armor-plated pecs, his pierced, tatted nipples, his eight -pack abs bisected by a treasure trail pointing straight toward his cock. Like the body of its owner, Mephisto's cock was big and broad, vascular and muscular. I could see his cock moving like an anaconda in his jock. Your Mule's vision lingered over the extensive outline of his cock. I could even see the out line of big veins pulsating making the cock throb and move. I could see the outline of his huge cock head. The helmet of his shaft was the size of a man's fist and a steady stream of precum leaking like a rusty faucet form his piss slit had his cock sopping wet. "Like dude, is that a squirrel in your jock...or does your penis workout too?" I am thinking to myself. "That's got to be at least a 10.5" anaconda nesting in his jock, I estimated. I wonder what the actual dimensions on that giant snake are. He had a serious meat sword sheathed in his jock. A genuine anaconda spitting all sorts of fluid from that mushroom head. I wonder what he feeds that thing." I realized I must have had a look of awe on my face as I was gawking at his magnificent body. I caught myself and went back to acting chill.
He flexes his chest a few times and pinches his nipples, getting them hard. I leer, trying to drink in everything all at once with my widening eyes: the massive chest dusted with dark hair that accentuated the rippling muscles. I drooled over: his bulging biceps, the sweaty curls of his pits, his armor-plated pecs, his pierced, tatted nipples, his eight -pack abs bisected by a treasure trail pointing straight toward his cock. Like the body of its owner, Mephisto's cock was big and broad, vascular and muscular. I could see his cock moving like an anaconda in his jock. Your Mule's vision lingered over the extensive outline of his cock. I could even see the out line of big veins pulsating making the cock throb and move. I could see the outline of his huge cock head. The helmet of his shaft was the size of a man's fist and a steady stream of precum leaking like a rusty faucet form his piss slit had his cock sopping wet. "Like dude, is that a squirrel in your jock...or does your penis workout too?" I am thinking to myself. "That's got to be at least a 10.5" anaconda nesting in his jock, I estimated. I wonder what the actual dimensions on that giant snake are. He had a serious meat sword sheathed in his jock. A genuine anaconda spitting all sorts of fluid from that mushroom head. I wonder what he feeds that thing." I realized I must have had a look of awe on my face as I was gawking at his magnificent body. I caught myself and went back to acting chill.
"What do you think of your chances now, Mule?" Mephisto taunted. "...what do you think of your odds of being able to stop me from making you MY BITCH!" He had an aura of invincibility about him and a cruel hint of a smile on his face as he saw the effect that his amazing physique had on me. "Yeah, Mule-bro, take a nice long look. Mephisto is stronger and rougher than that meathead Devin, a lot stronger and a lot rougher!"
When I didn't take the bait and respond to that try at intimidation, Mephisto continued.
"Got any leathers, Mule?"
"No I don't have any leathers." I answered, curtly. "I got my jock on. I'm good!"
But the thought of encasing my huge quads and humongous pecs in tight, sweaty black leather was already getting me hard. I made a mental note to look for some leather on eBay. This whole Leather S&M scene was something I had not expected, nor previously experienced. This was going to be an interesting evening for sure.
"They call you a 'Muscle God', Mule! And I am a fucking Demon! God against the Devil!" Devin announces with a eerie laugh!"
Fight:
We continued to circle like tigers, each getting the measure of the other.
Then suddenly Mephisto made his move.
With a bull-like roar he threw himself forward and clamped his arms viciously round my waist, lifting me off the ground in a brutal bear hug. I felt like I was being hugged by a grizzly!
I howled as I hung helplessly, feeling the powerful arms tighten 'round me like a vise!
My naked torso flexed and my arms flailed as I tried to twist free, but Mephisto ’s hands were locked solidly behind me. The pain in my back was excruciating as I felt the arms crushing me mercilessly.
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| Mephisto with his pumped, veiny, massive musculature measured up quite well! |
Then suddenly Mephisto made his move.
With a bull-like roar he threw himself forward and clamped his arms viciously round my waist, lifting me off the ground in a brutal bear hug. I felt like I was being hugged by a grizzly!
My naked torso flexed and my arms flailed as I tried to twist free, but Mephisto ’s hands were locked solidly behind me. The pain in my back was excruciating as I felt the arms crushing me mercilessly.
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| Mephisto ’s hands were locked solidly behind me. The pain in my back was excruciating as I felt his arms crushing me mercilessly! |
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| I cry out as Mephisto crushes my thick, muscle ladened body. Our nearly equally muscled and nearly naked bodies compressed together. The swelling bulges in our jocks were squashed between our mammoth muscular physiques. |
Mephisto positioned his thick chest in front of my face, as he wrapped his arms around my head. He was rubbing my face on to his giant hairy pecs. Mephisto had my head wrapped up like a python with his massive arms. The hunky leather strongman pulls my face into his deep sweaty, hairy and muscular pec valley. My equally massive arms flailed helplessly, as I fought to breathe, my face smothered between Mephisto's mountainous pecs. My mind is clouded by lack of oxygen! I struggle to regain my focus!
Mephisto grunts through gritted teeth, as he applied even more pressure to the blond's thick, muscle -ladened body. The veins in the black-leather clad strongman's massive arms rose to the surface, like ropes when he started to apply even more pressure. The over-sized bulge in Mephisto's jock was swelling outward, as he felt the phenomenal muscular body of the nearly-naked Mule against his own strong and rock-hard body. He could feel Mule's rippling abs, squashed between both of their two mammothly muscular physiques, my diaphragm heaving as I try desperately to suck in some air. The sound of this massively-built and equally beefy muscle hunk, grunting and fighting to muscle out of his hold was hot as fuck to him, and I cannot lie his crushing power was a bit of a turn on to me, as our cocks both swelled even larger!
Desperately I tried to swing my fist at his sneering face, but with my view obscured, Mephisto was able to duck back each time. Ferociously I pounded away at Mephisto's boulder-like shoulders and gargantuan chest. When that failed, I attempted to push myself away but he couldn't break out of the hold. I continued to fight and struggle against the Leather muscle stud's strength!
Mephisto's horse-sized cock continued to grow ever larger, excitedly encased in the taut fabric of his jock strap! “This is how you like it, isn’t it Mule? Dominated by a fucking Leather Muscle Stud like me!"
Just seconds before I passed out from lack of oxygen, Mephisto released me, only to lift me high in the air above his head.
Instinctively, I opened my arms wide and smashed the inside of my forearms against the thug’s face. The Diabolical One howled in pain and his arms loosened a bit. I smashed his face again and Mephisto gave up. He released my body and threw it down.
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| I crashed to the ground on my back, dazed and winded! |
I crashed to the ground on my back, dazed and winded. I was flat on my back, my chest and my abs heaving as I gasped for air. My whole body was glistening with sweat. Your Mule's already imposing chest expanded to gigantic proportions, and my washboard stomach was rising and falling, as I breathed heavily. Before I could re-gather my strength, I saw his colossal body lunge forward, and felt the boot as it smashed down on my stomach. I had flexed my steel plated abs hard, but the pain was still agonizing and I doubled over with a scream. I looked up and saw the boot again, this time coming down to my face.
With a lightning reflex, I reached up, grabbed the boot and twisted with all my strength. Mephisto lost his balance and crashed to the ground beside me. Both of us huge studs were winded and dazed on the ground. I regained my wits first and threw myself on top of the muscular behemoth in leather. Our bodies clamped together in a vise, and we churned over the ground, two musclemen locked in combat. Our gleaming torsos strained and flexed; and fists flailed, as we traded blow for blow, frantically trying to weaken the other and gain the advantage.
Round and round, over and over we rolled, grabbing clutching, yelling while we grappled, clenched on to each other's bodies as if we were inseparable. Muscle clutched muscle, limb wrapped around limb, iron dicks rammed against steel abs. Shining, sweaty muscles expanded magnificently as they were stretched in joint-breaking holds and then flexed to break the holds.
The strength went out of me, and Mephisto clamped his hands around my neck. The massive stud held my struggling body down, choking me. I threw my anvil-hard fist up. It crashed into Mephisto’s face, sending him reeling backward onto the ground.
I sprang forward, and in an instant had clamped my 29" legs round Mephisto’s waist in an inescapable scissor-lock. I pushed down hard on the abs, and the Leather Man screamed as he tried to push himself free. I reached forward and grabbed the Leather Devil’s neck, pulling it toward me, stretching the body so Mephisto screamed in agony. He was growing weaker, nearing unconsciousness when, in a last, desperate move, Mephisto raised his arm, and smashed his fist into my jaw so hard, I went into a flash ko!
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| A huge haymaker to my jaw and I am out on my feet. Mephisto delivers a flash KO! |
Then when I came to, still groggy, he unleashed a series of blows, that turned me into a child's bop toy!
Mephisto's full nelson had me struggling to break his hold. He was forcing my head and neck downward. I worried the Leather Strong Man would break my neck, so I struggled to force his hands apart! My huge back rippled with slabs of muscle. Your Mule's mighty biceps were flexing next to Mephisto's head, while Mephisto's ample guns were just behind and below mine. I was trying to pull those arms apart, but I was getting nowhere. Mephisto continued his assault and my head was being pushed forward onto the mounds of my own pectoral muscles. My neck felt like it was ready to snap!
Mephisto hauled me from my knees to my feet with his hands still locked behind my neck in his perfect full nelson. He leaned backward so my feet left the ground and, with Mephisto clamping me from behind, and suddenly your blond Musclegod felt himself being whirled round helplessly like a rag doll.
I was in a daze, losing all sense of balance, spinning out of control. The vise-like bear-hug closed once again around me! Like a rat caught in the coils of a boa constrictor,
I knew I had to get out, now. Flexing my arm I slammed my elbow backward into the side of Mephisto ’s rock-hard stomach.
Again and again I smashed with my elbow until I felt the arms grow limp around me. Mephisto staggered backward and let go, sending my muscular body spinning over the ground. I pulled myself to my knees, raised my head and looked up. Mephisto, filled with rage tried to pummel me before I could stand, but I dodged his blows and leaped to my feet rushing at my leather-clad Nemesis! My fist smashed into the Leather Muscleman's face and Mephisto staggered backward. My onslaught was merciless as blow after blow rained onto the man’s jaw.
The Leather Man was reeling, spinning round under the rain of blows. He staggered back and finally crashed to the ground. I was on him in a second, kneeling over him with my hands clamped round his throat. I squeezed hard and watched as the big man’s eyes opened wide in helpless terror. Mephisto was being choked out into the nighty nights!
I was winning. I felt as the leather clad giant's body became limp. He was beaten. Then, suddenly, In his final moments of consciousness, his hands came up to my face and with the last ounce of his strength smashed it into my face, grinding his hands into my eyes. Keeping my grip on Mephisto ’s neck meant I could not shield my eyes and I felt the fingers gouging them. I was temporarily blinded. Eye Gouge! The dirty cheater! Eye gouging ain't legal in fights! Everybody knows that...
With a howl I sprang to my feet and brought my hands to my eyes. I could see nothing, I was disoriented ….. and then I felt the fist smash into my jaw. I reeled backward, blindly swinging my fists but missed every punch. I heard the guttural voice taunting me.
“"This is it man. You're finished! You’re blinded Mule, fucking helpless! You’re all mine now, asshole” and a fist crashed again into my face.
Desperately I threw a punch in the direction of the voice but it went nowhere. “Accept it, stud, you’re finished, you're done for. I, Mephisto, am going to win it all!”
There was nothing I could do except stand there and try to withstand the onslaught. Mephisto toyed with me, crashing his fist into my face, pausing, then hammering me again. I was taking the beating of my life. I stood there, stripped down to my jockstrap, my naked muscular torso gleaming wet, bruised and battered, my face flying from side to side as the merciless fists landed again and again. Mephisto was using me as a human heavy boxing bag.
Still blinded, I was helpless.
I tried to say on my feet but felt the fight go out of me. My knees buckled and I knew I was finished.
I 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.” Mephisto hauled back and smashed one last mighty fist into my helpless face. Your Mule, the muscle god, arched upward, spun round, staggered backward, and the earth shook as I crashed to the ground face down.
I had been thrashed senseless by the victorious, powerful Leather Muscle Man.
I don't know how long I was out, but it must only have been a few seconds, drifting back to semi-consciousness, my muscles throbbing with pain, I fought to regain my senses.
The Agony and the Ecstasy (Mule Style)
Mephisto hauled me from my knees to my feet with his hands still locked behind my neck in his perfect full nelson. He leaned backward so my feet left the ground and, with Mephisto clamping me from behind, and suddenly your blond Musclegod felt himself being whirled round helplessly like a rag doll.
I was in a daze, losing all sense of balance, spinning out of control. The vise-like bear-hug closed once again around me! Like a rat caught in the coils of a boa constrictor,
The Leather Man was reeling, spinning round under the rain of blows. He staggered back and finally crashed to the ground. I was on him in a second, kneeling over him with my hands clamped round his throat. I squeezed hard and watched as the big man’s eyes opened wide in helpless terror. Mephisto was being choked out into the nighty nights!
I was winning. I felt as the leather clad giant's body became limp. He was beaten. Then, suddenly, In his final moments of consciousness, his hands came up to my face and with the last ounce of his strength smashed it into my face, grinding his hands into my eyes. Keeping my grip on Mephisto ’s neck meant I could not shield my eyes and I felt the fingers gouging them. I was temporarily blinded. Eye Gouge! The dirty cheater! Eye gouging ain't legal in fights! Everybody knows that...
With a howl I sprang to my feet and brought my hands to my eyes. I could see nothing, I was disoriented ….. and then I felt the fist smash into my jaw. I reeled backward, blindly swinging my fists but missed every punch. I heard the guttural voice taunting me.
“"This is it man. You're finished! You’re blinded Mule, fucking helpless! You’re all mine now, asshole” and a fist crashed again into my face.
Desperately I threw a punch in the direction of the voice but it went nowhere. “Accept it, stud, you’re finished, you're done for. I, Mephisto, am going to win it all!”
There was nothing I could do except stand there and try to withstand the onslaught. Mephisto toyed with me, crashing his fist into my face, pausing, then hammering me again. I was taking the beating of my life. I stood there, stripped down to my jockstrap, my naked muscular torso gleaming wet, bruised and battered, my face flying from side to side as the merciless fists landed again and again. Mephisto was using me as a human heavy boxing bag.
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| I tried to say on my feet but my knees buckled and I knew I was finished! |
I 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.” Mephisto hauled back and smashed one last mighty fist into my helpless face. Your Mule, the muscle god, arched upward, spun round, staggered backward, and the earth shook as I crashed to the ground face down.
I don't know how long I was out, but it must only have been a few seconds, drifting back to semi-consciousness, my muscles throbbing with pain, I fought to regain my senses.
The Agony and the Ecstasy (Mule Style)
I was a near naked muscleman sprawled beaten on the ground. I had been thrashed senseless by the victorious, powerful Leather Man. Yeah, that eye gouge was a cheap and dirty way to win it, but Dev.. Mephisto....had won, and that's all that counts. I had lost the fight with Mephisto and was gonna have to pay the price. Semi-conscious, my muscles throbbing with pain, I fought to regain my senses. I raised my hand painfully to my eyes and rubbed them. I opened my eyes and, though they still stung, I could see blurred images. Slowly, agonizingly my aching muscles flexed and strained in a desperate attempt to crawl to my knees.
I am still stunned, but I manage to get to all fours. Dazed and disoriented, my eyes swam into focus. Out the corner of my eye I hazily see movement behind me. The Leather Stud was holding the studded dog collar and chain in his hand. Holding it up, like a trophy!
"Now, Fido, time to leash you up!" a voice says. Before I could react in my beatdown condition, he fastened the dog collar around my thick muscular neck. He grabbed my by my collar and dragged me around as he said "You're no longer a man. You're a fucking animal now!" Then a strong jerk on my collar pulled me back so I was kneeling instead of on all fours! Mephisto had beaten on me until he had put me down on my knees, in a posture of submission.
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| Mephisto had beaten me down to my knees, in a posture of submission: You're no longer a man, Mule! You're a fucking animal now! |
"You know, Mule, that collar looks perfect on you. To think I once looked up to you at the gym, HA! When I first entered the leather scene, I was the apprentice, the Faustus as you are now, Now I am the MEPHISTO, and the MASTER, your new master.”
Mephisto released my collar and I immediately fell back on all fours. Then he raised his arm high, holding the chain from the collar in his hand. For a moment, he stood back looked down at this beaten, collared and chained near naked muscleman trembling on all fours. He looked in admiration at my muscular v-shaped back, broad shoulders, wide lats narrowing down to the tight waist at the jock strap. "It was a blank canvas just waiting to be worked on," he thought.
Using the chain as a whip, Mephisto brought a single lash across my straining back. My body bucked and flexed as I roared in excruciating pain, which greatly pleased the sadistic LEATHER LORD. He continues with his brutal lashing. Mephisto was a real sadist. He held nothing back and his sinewy muscles bulged as he put every ounce of his strength into the blows. I had never experienced anything like this. The chain cut into my back! In no time my muscles were a blaze of welts and bruises and I was howling like an animal.
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| Using the chain as a whip, Mephisto brought a lash across my back! I roared in excruciating pain! Mephisto held nothing back! His muscles bulged as he used his strength to whip me! My muscles were a blaze of red marks and welts! I was howling like an animal! |
I screamed with each blow, my back afire with the heat of pain with each devastating blow. Mephisto continued to beat my back relentlessly. The whip crashed again across the straining muscles that I had flexed hard in a futile attempt to absorb the pain.
I writhed in agony as Mephisto worked my body with the whip. My body was ablaze with pain. My strength was being sapped by the brutal onslaught to my physique. Mephisto was transfixed by the image of your tortured Mule, your hero twisting and screaming helplessly in agony, whipped and battered. The sense of power Mephisto felt at having me in his complete control made his cock almost bust out of it's jock. I screamed with each brutal impact. I felt wave upon wave of pain and heat overwhelm me.
I crawled like a whipped animal at the boots of the sadistic Leather Master, as my beating continued. My pumped and veined muscles were striped with red welts and bruises from the brutal lashing.
My screams intensified, as I suffered in excruciating pain while the brutal beating continued unabated. Mephisto didn't hold back. I was screaming obscenities in huge spasms of intense pain as the vicious lashing continued.
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| Mephisto didn't hold back. I was screaming obscenities in huge spasms of intense pain as the vicious lashing continued! |
Mephisto folded his arms across his powerful chest, and paused to looked down at his muscular 'slave'. Once a proud and confident alpha male, I was now beaten & destroyed. My muscles were streaming with sweat cascading in rivulets down the bulging contours, and my all but naked body was striped with welts from the brutal lashes of the whip as well as bruises from Mephisto's fists. I was a muscle stud being brutally tortured by my Leather Master.
When my whipping paused, I looked up and saw Mephisto, stripped to the waist except for his leather chest harness. his face smiling down at me in triumph. I realized that he was stroking the enormous bulge in his black leather pants. “Fuck..” he breathed. “You are beautiful when you suffer, Mule. I love watching your handsome face and hot body twisting in pain!”
Through my pain I was able to speak at him, “You fucking pervert,” I groaned. “You fucking sick bastard. You’ll never break me, asshole..."
“No!” Mephisto shouted. “I am your master ….. and I will break you. I will enjoy torturing you, watching your perfect body writhe in agony, hearing you scream and scream, until you finally beg me for mercy! I will take you, I will own you.”
“Fuck off, you mother fucking asshole. And you're an arrogant sadistic prick, just in case you didn't already know that!” I said with a growl like an angry dog. But inside my mind, I was telling myself : “Don’t let him win, man! You’re better and stronger than him ….. don’t let him break you.”
Mephisto spoke again, with anger in his voice this time: "I've always hated you, Mule, you arrogant fucking bastard. Sure, you look good ….. handsome, tough, strong, but you always thought you were better than anyone else, could always whip anybody. Well tonight I've proved that's bullshit, I've proved that I am the best. I have humiliated and broken you. And there you are, the Mighty Mule, a pathetic wreck humbled at the boots of your Master!"
Mephisto felt a rush of adrenaline after his little speech, as he looked down at me, the writhing muscle stud on the ground. Picking up his chain Mephisto circled the groaning, writhing, near naked muscleman, Your Mule. The sinister Leather Man pausing momentarily in his abuse of your hero, to inspect his handiwork, and choose the next target to strike! "Mule's ass is magnificent," he thought! His eyes gleamed as he focused on the perfect mounds of my ass. He brought the chain crashing across my perfect, rounded muscle cheeks. I screamed, as I felt the intense physical pain. My perfectly sculpted ass and massive glutes, bounced under the chain, as it smashed across them, turning my tanned striated ass scarlet. My muscular body arched as I tried to avoid the whip on my ass. But the chain crashed again and again. My perfect ass was now a brilliant red, covered in welts. Mephisto once again lashed Your Mule, now a bound and screaming, muscular giant, who pulled, twisted and writhed in agony, as my flogging continued.
Every lash of the chain brought fresh agony. Through the haze of pain I was amazed, and a little disturbed, to see that my big donkey dick was still rock hard. The whip was bouncing off the hard globes of my perfect ass and curling round my thick thighs.
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Every lash of the chain brought fresh agony.
Yet my big donkey dick was still rock hard!
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I futilely closed my eyes, to help shut out the pain, and when I opened my eyes again, they focused on the leather stud’s bicep as the arm raised and the chain came down, this time curling around my neck.
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| My eyes focused on the leather stud’s bicep as his arm raised and the chain came down, this time curling around my neck! |
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| Mephisto had HUGE biceps! |
The chain had wrapped around my neck. With the iron links clinched tight on my throat, Mephisto pulled back on the whip with all his might! I let out a gargled scream, my hands instantly tearing at the chain, trying to relieve the pressure. I was struggling like a madman while gripping the chain. Still on my knees with my eyes bugging out, Mephisto pulled hard on the chain, using all his weight to force me to lean back as far as I could. Then the big man delivered four hard kicks to my lower back with the toe of his steel-toe motorcycle boot.
The chain smashed down on my body even harder now. It curled round my back, across my shoulders, over my massive chest, round the muscled thighs, round the neck bearing the slave collar. Red welts criss-crossed my bulging muscles as they suffered under the lash. Mephisto had lost all sense of control and I was screaming obscenities as I felt huge spasms of intense pain as the vicious beating continued.
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| The chain smashed down on my body even harder! Red welts criss-crossed my bulging muscles as I suffered under Mephisto's lash! |
The beating paused as Mephisto surveyed the damages. he looked down at my ravaged bod he gazed in awe at the beautiful, naked bodybuilder beneath him, at his mercy, I was near naked, the sculpted muscles of my physique straining in agony, my face hanging down in beaten humiliation. The leather slave collar around my neck and a jock strap was all I was wearing. The twin globes of my magnificent ass were an angry scarlet from their thrashing. He saw the damage the merciless chain had done to the muscles of my bleeding V-shaped back.
Despite my terrific beating, my horse cock thickened and lengthened. My cock and fat balls nesting in my jock strap were already huge and demanding release! My jock pouch expands even more as my cock gets bigger. How could I, beaten and whipped like a disobedient slave, be throwing a boner? What about Mephisto using his alpha manliness to assert mastery over me could possibly be turning me on?
I did as instructed. I tucked the pouch of my jock under my balls and began beating off. Half closing my eyes, the background faded, and all I knew was the pain and humiliation of my muscular near-naked body being thrashed and the pleasure from stroking my rock-hard boner. I felt my dick becoming so hard it hurt as I held it in my hand! I felt fire rising up into my groin and I pumped my dick harder. I felt the wack of the whip on my body as I beat my meat and I entered another plane of existence. I was beyond screaming. I was delirious in a sea of pain and burning bliss. I felt like I was reaching some kind of mental and physical climax but he had no idea what it was. I only knew that my cock was rock hard and my balls were on fire. The waves of pain mingled with hot ecstasy as I began to enjoy my own destruction at the powerful hands and whip of Mephisto!
I am kneeling like a slave before his master, too groggy to rise, and jerking off.
I am kneeling like a slave before his master, too groggy to rise, and jerking off.
"I broke you, Mule! I am now your MASTER. You belong to me. I have beaten and whipped you. You are mine now!" proclaimed Mephisto.
And that, dear readers, was your Mule's introduction to the world of Leather BDSM.
Being from and old plantation owning Louisiana family, I knew exactly what Mephisto was up to: he was 'buck-breaking' me! 'Buck breaking' was real popular on southern plantations back in slavery days. It was a very effective tool used by slave-masters against rebellious young male black slaves. The defiant slave was stripped naked, tied up, and savaged raped by his white owner, while all the other slaves-including his wife, children and family- were forced to watch his sodomization! But knowing what he was up to, and doing something about it, were two different things.
After long minutes of me suffering on my knees, Mephisto broke an amyl capsule up my nose. My head jerked up in involuntary reaction as I inhaled the powerlifter nose tork. Then I here a voice, deep, rhythmic and hypnotic.
“You still have my slave collar around your neck! That means you are mine now. I own you! You will call me 'Master'! You shall obey me, serve me and be consumed with the desire to be completely subjugated by me! Now, get up and face your new Master!" Mephisto smiled as he towered over my exhausted body, gloating over the man he had just demolished so completely,
This was the moment, kneeling at the feet of Mesphero, that I realized that this match inherently has little to do with sex and everything to do with dominance/submission-slavery!
My head went back, as I looked up at the smiling asshole above me. His voice almost had put me in a compliant stupor after the beatdown, but this is YOUR MULE, we are talking about! I ain't nobody's chained up, subservient gimp!
"Master? FUCK THAT, Yeah, that ain't happening you sadistic mother fucker," I thought.
I tried to haul myself up off the ground. My sinewy muscles strained and my veins bulged. I tried several times, but failed to rise. Each time I crashed back to the ground and groaned in pain.
I tried to haul myself up off the ground. My sinewy muscles strained and my veins bulged. I tried several times, but failed to rise. Each time I crashed back to the ground and groaned in pain.
But I was tired of getting my ass kicked. I needed to gird my lions, grow a pair of nuts, man up and get my ass off the ground and back in this fight! Finally I was able to nut up, and slowly I stood up, but when I moved I grimaced with pain from my brutal whipping. My bodybuilder body was covered with red welts, blood and dark bruises from the lashing. Two supremely powerful men, rugged alpha males, had tested each other’s strength in combat. I had come up short, but at least I was still ApeChitFukJackd!
And I just got whipped like a fucking dog and I didn't like it. I don't care how much I'm hurting. You don't play defense in Division 1A college football for 4 years, without being able to get up after taking a few hits.
"Look at you Mule, a big muscle-god built like Superman with a slave collar around your neck. Your spectacular physique is still striped by the red welts of the whip from the lashing I gave you!"
"That's all I can take from this muscle bound fetish freak, I can'ts takes no more!" I thought defiantly as my muscles swelled and I felt a rush of testosterone and adrenaline!
Our muscular torsos gleamed under the lighting, showing off both chiseled physiques, broad shoulders, bulging pecs, ripped abs, tight waists. We were both units, perfect physical specimens.
"OK, Master Dickwad! I'm standing. “Is that all you’ve got, stud? It’ll take a lot more than that to break this stallion! Why don’t you try again?”
"Big words coming from a muscled up gym rat wearing my slave collar," said Mephisto with a smirk, being a real dick as usual in this encounter!
"HA!" I yelled, as I theatrically went to pull my slave collar off, with my testosterone and adrenaline charged super-human strength!
"Big words coming from a muscled up gym rat wearing my slave collar," said Mephisto with a smirk, being a real dick as usual in this encounter!
"HA!" I yelled, as I theatrically went to pull my slave collar off, with my testosterone and adrenaline charged super-human strength!
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Unfortunately, the collar was locked some how which made me look the fool as I was tugging and tugging on it and nothing. Total fail. Well it would have been dramatic if it had worked.
Mephisto was still shocked by my resilience even tho he was amused by my futile attempt to rip off the collar. "So I haven't broken Mule yet? No matter, I will!" he thought.
"Excellent idea, Mule. We will "try again" as you put it. And this time I will give you a more sporting chance...." Mephisto says ominously. Uh Oh.... for some reason I don't likes the way that sounds.... if fact, I feel a chill. Mephisto pulls a nice wooden chest out that big equipment bag of his. I was expecting dueling pistols, but instead inside were two black leather bull whips. They were handles attached to five-feet long lengths of woven black leather and used to subdue large animals. I took a loud gulp. "Even the toughest of men can't withstand many lashes from these brutal weapons, Mule!' Mephisto proclaims. It sounds like he's boasting...
"Well, yeah, duh...Captain Obvious!' I think. So a whip fight, huh? I wouldn't expect anything less from a sadistic Leather Muscle Man like this Mephesto stud. I'm gonna take this whip fight serious and personal. My masculinity was on the line.
Holding whips, the Leather Man, half naked, and me, even moar nakid, began to circle each other. I knew what they had to do but hesitated, knowing the pain we were about to inflict. Mephisto flicked his whip at my huge chest and it hits my jutting nipples, causing me to yell and spasm with pain! In an angry reflex I brought my whip curling around Mephisto's flexed muscles and the loud crack caused the shirtless Leather Muscle God arch a bit but other than a soft grunt, Mephisto didn't give me the satisfaction of showing a reaction!
The whip fight was on. We bobbed and weaved, seeking openings. Again and again the whips curled around the powerful bodies, leaving red stripes on the sweating heaving muscles. It was a brutal battle, with the whips landing more and more savagely. Both of us bodybuilders were screaming as each lash curled around out thickly muscled bodies. The brutality of the fight kept increasing. We looked directly into each other's agonized eyes as we circled and viciously tortured each other. We were screaming and cursing at each other even as we increased the force of our blows.
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| Devlin's transformation into the Leather Muscle God Mephisto was now complete! |
Then suddenly Mephisto showed his experience in whip combat as he curled his whip around my legs and pulled hard, so that I crashed to the ground and lost my grip on my whip. Mephisto took advantage, he laughed fiendishly and lashed me, his fallen muscle man enemy, again and again. But I would not submit and, gritting his teeth, I grabbed my whip from where it had fallen on the ground, and staggered to my feet. Mephisto laughed even more demonically. With an astounding flash of strength and in a blind fury now, Mephisto brought his whip curling around my 22" bicep and huge forearm, making me drop my weapon. I stood in front of the massive Leather Muscle stud. I was nearly naked and defenseless completely at Mephisto's mercy. Standing back Mephisto raised his bulging mighty muscled arm high above his boulder sized shoulder. He held that position until I looked up a him. I gasped. Mephisto was truly a muscle god in leather. My 22" biceps were legendary at the gym. I had the largest guns in the gym and proud of it. Yet the arm that Mephisto used to hold the whip overhead was easily 22"! A real match for mine! Suddenly, I felt fear for the first time!
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| Mephisto summoned up superhuman intensity and power, then lashed out with his whip! |
Mephisto summoned up superhuman intensity and power, then lashed out with his whip. Mephisto curled the whip hard around my naked back and chest. It hit my broad shoulders, huge chest, wide back and bulging pecs. The whip landed with such muscle tearing force that my Herculean body arched, as I screamed in agony and fell to the ground, writhing in spasms of pain.
Mephisto looked down at his fallen victim and lashed me again and again on my muscular, naked torso. I was screaming as I rolled over and over, desperate to avoid the brutal whip, but the agony continued.
Finally the whipping paused. I was on all fours, my whole body in a searing cauldron of pain. Was he waiting for me to surrender? I gritted my teeth and hoarsely mumbled in false bravado “Fuck you! And fuck your whip! I can take anything you throw at me, shithead!"
Mephisto responded by bending down and picking my whip. “ So you think you can take this whip, stud? Show me." Mephisto walked behind me, out of my view. I was still on my hands and knees. But even on all fours and looking away from him, I could feel his eyes on me. "Brace yourself Mule, that perfect ass of yours is about to be stretched..."
So Mephisto was about to fuck me in the ass with his giant cock. I was almost relieved. As painful as being fucked with that huge cock was going to be, at least it meant my torturing was almost over. But I was wrong. Mephisto wasn't going to fuck me, not yet at least, and not with his cock.
To my horror, I felt Mephisto place the leather handle of the whip between the globes of my muscular glutes. I felt him put the handle up against my hole. Then with a yell and a flex of his massive bicep, he shoved the plug all the way into my ass.
I screamed like I was being killed, and maybe I was. I continued to scream as Mephisto watched with great satisfaction as his huge naked muscle stud victim convulsed in a spasm of pain, screaming in pain - my handsome face contorted in agony, tears pouring from my eyes.
“No, man. My ass, man. I can’t take the pain. God, my body’s on fire, man. My chest, my ass. You’re torturing my body, Devlin!” I yelled out between my screams.
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| Mephisto was victorious! It hadn't been a beat-down, it had been a slaughter! |
"OK, I submit. I submit, Devlin, or Mephisto, or whatever the fuck you name is... You've won. Please stop. I give up."
The demon Mephisto watched his victim, the muscle god Mule suffer. Veins were standing out all over my suffering body, my legs were kicking wildly to ease the pain in my butt, and the huge rigid whip handle that was wedged deep in my ass was standing straight out.
My body absorbed the pain until it melted into something close to ecstasy. My bulging muscles were flexing to absorb the pains, my ass muscles clenching round the whip handle to ease the throbbing ache in my ass. I, the ultimate alpha male, was being subjected to agonizing torture. And my cock was raging hard.
Mephisto's low, guttural voice moaned. “Oh, man, that is so fucking beautiful. You are fucking incredible. You’re suffering is turning me on, Mule. God, look at that body of yours. Feel that pain, stud! "
I began to beg and plead! “Aaah …. I can’t take any more, man. The pain …… I can’t …… Please let me go, Devlin. Please, man. I’m begging you. You’ve beaten me, Devlin!” I finally broke under the torture.
His chest heaving and gleaming with sweat Mephisto stood over the fallen giant. He had won. The leather man had thrashed the mighty Mule into submission and the once-proud bodybuilder - the King of the Gym- lay in a sobbing, crumpled heap of muscle at his feet. I was sobbing from the pain, tears filling my eyes and trailing down my chest. All my masculine pride and manly confidence had been whipped out of me.
"You know what you must say Mule! Now say it! Or feel my fists and my whip again! But this time, I won't stop no matter how much you beg. I will beat you to death with my bare hands. And we both know I can and will do it!"
My body was at Passion of Christ pain levels. I would have said anything or done anything not to be whipped anymore!
"You’ve beaten me. You are the best. You’re my master. I submit, sir. I am your slave, to do with as you want. You own me, now, Master!" I had been broken by the unbearable pain Mephisto had inflicted on me. Every man has a breaking point, and Mephisto had found mine. Shame overwhelmed me and I cursed my weakness. I was now Mephisto's slave!
Incredibly, as soon as I accepted Mephisto as my Master, I finally pass out from the pain. I can barely hear or understand the words Mephisto is saying as I lose consciousness. I have been owned and demolished by this sadistic fighter. I can only shiver in fear as to what awaits me next as I passed out into a delirium of pain mixed with what felt like unbelievable joy.
"You are strong and stubborn, Mule. You were hard to break. But I caused you more pain than you could take. I tortured your body until you broke. Now Let's give you some pleasure ..." Mephisto pulled off his leather chest harness. He unzipped his leather pants. He raised his arms high in the air, flexed his shoulders, and tightened his stomach. Stripped to the waist with his huge cock hanging loose, a smile on his face, the man was magnificent!
Mephisto stood above me, waiting until I slowly came around again. I felt intense pain in my ass. Still not fully conscious I squatted before my Master. Reflexively my ass muscles relaxed and I shitted the whip handle out of my rectum. Here I was, wearing a collar, and taking a crap like a dog on the grass. It was both dehumanizing and embarrassing, and Mephisto loved it.
My first sight as I regained consciousness was Mephisto as he posed, flexing his biceps, flaring his lats and tightening the hard ridges of his perfect abs. God dammit! I felt my hard cock starting to drip. I couldn’t believe it. But even as I was still throbbing with pain - and I hated myself for it - but I got a fucking hard-on looking at the bastard, he was that fucking hot. Mephisto looked down at my throbbing dick. “I knew I could do that to you, Mule. As your Master sometimes I will hurt you and torture you as I have done here, because I love to see you in pain. But also I will give you the pleasure of feeling my muscular body against you, and my huge cock inside you"
It was all true. And it made me furious. Devlin, I mean Mephisto, had earned the right to be called my Master. He owned me physically and mentally. I lusted for my Master. I wanted my Master to fuck me and beat me again and again.... GODDAMMIT... get a grip Mule....shake it off... !!!
I lost it then and screamed, “Fuck you, man! I don’t give a shit how hot and sexy you are. I still hate your fucking guts!" But there at the back of my mind I had to admit that I was still struggling against the thought of this gorgeous, powerful man sexually abusing my naked body sent a shiver though me that went straight to my rigid cock . In my head I pleaded with myself. “Hold on, man, don’t give up. You’ve gotta resist. Don’t let him seduce you. You cannot submit to him. He’s a magnificent stud, sure, but don’t let him win, man!” Thoughts of ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ raced through my mind, where hostages develop a sympathy and even love for their captors. I tried to will my cock to go flaccid! I determined not to submit to my sexual lust. But it was no use, my body and my cock had a mind of their own. I was sexually aroused by Mephisto!
"You are a fool, Mule! You never stood a chance of beating me!" Mephisto stood tall, his chest heaving as he fixed his maddened gaze on me, his crumpled victim. "That wasn't just a beat down I gave you. It was a slaughter! I stripped you of your manhood. And now, Mule, acknowledge that I am your Master by sucking my cock!"
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| Now Mule, acknowledge me as your Master by sucking my cock! |
“No!” I screamed out loud. “You fucking bastard! I will never feel anything for you but disgust, no matter what tricks you use.”
“So you want more, asshole?”said the Leather Muscle Jerk with a jerk of the chain. Then he let go of the chain, and was standing with his arms crossed, sneering derisively at me. Not even bothering to take a defensive stance. "Here I am. Bring it on. Give it your best shot, NANCY BOY!”
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| Here I am. Bring it on. Give it your best shot, NANCY BOY! |
“OK, mother-fucker. That's just what I will do! I will show you the anger of a rebellious slave fighting for his freedom.
Second Fight:
I remember in excruciating detail what Mephisto did to me in this first part of our fight: He had punished me, humiliated me, and beat me up through the entire match, and then he had whipped me like a dog to prove he was the TRUE Alpha male. I remembered all right, but rather then enervating me with fear, it had invigorated me with anger and a thirst for revenge! I have had enough! I am not going to be his victim any longer!
“Wanna know what I got left? Try this for a start, asshole!” I fired a hard, brutal kick Mephisto's knee. With a howl of pain, his leg buckled and he fell forward toward me. I stepped into him as he was falling at me, and I hauled back and slammed my toaster-sized fist into the exposed wall of bricks that was his stomach!
UUUUUHHHFFF, he grunted like a silver back gorilla, and then, as Mephisto doubled over from the gut punch, I smashed my popeye sized forearm onto the back of his boulder shoulders. This familiar opening move always brought my opponents crashing to the ground. But not Mephisto! Instead of crumpling to his knees he stood erect and smiled at me.
UUUUUHHHFFF, he grunted like a silver back gorilla, and then, as Mephisto doubled over from the gut punch, I smashed my popeye sized forearm onto the back of his boulder shoulders. This familiar opening move always brought my opponents crashing to the ground. But not Mephisto! Instead of crumpling to his knees he stood erect and smiled at me.
I thought: "Wah da fuck is this dude on? It's like he doesn't feel pain! Is he coked up? On PCP and bath salts? How can he be taking this?? I can't believe he has taken my best shots with ease!!!" Triggered by the resilience and arrogance of the Leatherman Douchebag, I went ape-shit. I raised my arm and slammed the back of my sledgehammer fist against Mephisto’s cheek. The Leatherman’s head flew and he took a few steps back, but remained standing.
He reciprocated with blows to either side of my face. Stunned, but still upright, I gazed at the arrogant, handsome face, and the slugfest began as we traded punches.
I was going full Dukes of Hazard on his ass and he was doing the same. We each stood our ground, our heads flying sideways under the force of each blow.
Our thick muscled bodies tensed and strained, veins popped unbelievably. It was a glorious and glorious titanic struggle of an alpha slugfest: Huge dicks throbbed, eyes flashed, teeth bared, vituperative threats rang out, impossible holds were impossibly escaped from, all between bestial grunts and groans! Muscle challenged muscle as never before!
Finally I recognized the brutal stalemate, and in a lightning move, spun Mephisto around and brought my arm around his neck from the back, locking it in a choke hold. Mephisto raised his arms and tried to wrench my huge arm from his neck, but it didn’t budge.
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| I brought my arm around his neck locking it in a choke hold. Mephisto tried to wrench my huge arm from his neck, but it didn’t budge! Increased the pressure on the choke hold! Mephisto was gasping now, as I slowly cut off his air. But the big motherfucker found an out! |
I growled, “How does that feel 'Master Dipshit'? Payback can be a bitch, huh? ”
Locked together we staggered around , me increasing the pressure on the choke hold, Mephisto flailing desperately trying to release it. He was gasping now, the weight on his windpipe slowly cutting off his air. But the big motherfucker found an out. His whole body tensed, he flexed every bulging muscle in his massive body, and suddenly he leaned forward, heaving my body upward, over his back.
I felt my feet leave the ground, felt myself flying forward over the back and head of this powerful man. My arms came loose, I was in the air, then crashing onto the ground. Then he gave a jerk of the chain still attached to the collar around my neck, dragging me along the ground to his feet! "Kiss them, SLAVE!"
I looked up at the giant leather stud towering over me, and saw his face grinning down at me. I really hated this dude.
“Seems you don’t learn, asshole. You can’t beat me. I am your Master. Accept it! Or your beating will continue!” Mephisto growled derisively.
“Seems you don’t learn, asshole. You can’t beat me. I am your Master. Accept it! Or your beating will continue!” Mephisto growled derisively.
"Eat a dick, douchebag!" I snapped back in response.
Anger coursed through my veins. Many men had felt the force of my uncontrolled fury. And now I was angry. With a roar I vaulted to my feet and slammed against the beast's muscle packed body football style. The force of the impact made both of us stagger backward. It felt like two Mack® Trucks having a head-on collision. Just imagine the momentum involved!
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| Mack® Truck |
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| COLLISION MATH! |
We begin trading blows again! Each of us now knew the strength of the other man so every ounce of strength, adrenaline and rage went into the fight. Both nearing exhaustion, we clinched with our bulging torsos locked tightly together.
When we broke the clinch, Mephisto was first to strike. He bitch slapped me with the back of his gauntlet enclosed hand!
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| Mephisto's hard leather right hand gauntlet |
The side of my face exploded in pain. For a moment, I thought he broke my cheek bone. The force of his enhanced slap was amazing! His gauntlet was loaded with lead shot. He drew back and struck me again, back handing my other cheek! Another bomb went off. The gauntlet packed the wallop of a pair of brass knuckles. I cried out in pain! My handsome face whiplashed from side to side from the two blows as I staggered backward, reeling from taking the full force of the Leatherman's savage onslaught. My face burned. My eyes watered. The stinging was intense. Through my pain I heard the deep, triumphant voice that I have grown to hate.
“Yeah, how was that stud? You ready to call me MASTER now?". Leatheman had a massive boner in his leather jock strap as he asked me that. I had known from his massive bulge that the Leatherman was hung like a horse, but seeing it hard I realized just how enormous his erect dick was. That's a 10.5" dong at least. No way I was gonna let myself get fucked with that. Mephisto was proudly displaying a long stiff cock that looked to be carved from an oak fence post.
"Fuck that shit, Never." I said as I spit out a mouthful of blood. This musclebound psycho in leather is really taking it to me. Just two backhands from that gauntleted fist had rocked me. He taught me to fear that fist. I got to give that to the leather lunatic. If he can do that with a slap then his full on haymaker could knock your beloved Mule the fuck out. But there is no 'quit' in this Mule. No way I was going to admit defeat no matter had much pain and humiliation I needed to take.
"I’m gonna break you, no matter how long it takes! You are no match for me. I am going to enjoy beating you into submission. ' You WILL call me Master! You will become my bottom bitch and willingly spread your ass while I top you........." The Diabolical Leatherman continued to chortle!
"Now to get on with your beating. I am just starting to punish you. You should have called me MASTER, when you had the chance and saved yourself any more pain and humiliation" the cocky Mephisto gloated, fueling my fury!
He unleashed a flurry of blows on me, to demonstrate he was not just talk, but ACTION!
WHAMMMM! "OWW...didn't see that coming. OOOFFF!!! OWW!!! What did he hit me with? UGNH! UHHH! UHHNGH...OWWW!!! Geezus f'ing Oprah. UNNFFF!! Why am I fighting FOUR Mephistos," I wondered, as my double vision itself began seeing double!
I was feeling like Spiderman getting his ass kicked by the Green Goblin in that old movie as the brutal pounding continued.
His overconfidence is gonna be his downfall. He was so certain that his muscles were bigger and stronger than mine, so certain he would win and so certain he would fuck me, that he threw all caution to the winds and went in to the fight like a bull in a china shop. In his aggression, he let his guard down, and I landed a solid punch to his jaw! It only gave him a moment's pause, and he flew at me again! But he didn't know the full extent of my power. I hit him again, only harder! This broke his momentum as he was distracted by the circling chirping birdies
Now I held the initiative, and I'm not giving him time to recover. He's moving slower and his punches aren't as hard. He's too weak and slow to avoid my barrage of blows.
I felt the match going my way at last! Now to finish him! I am using his head as a speed bag! He can't take much more..
But I'm wearing myself out too, especially after the punishment I have taken, and can't go much longer either, so I've got to end this quick. I got to put everything I have left into the next blow and finish him off now.
I stop throwing hands, and clamp the back of Mephisto's head, then, holding my opponent's head in place, I rear back my own head and send a brutal headbutt smashing into the Leatherman’s nose. The Leather Stud's nose breaks with a loud snap and blood explodes down his face, gushing over his mouth and chin. It's a gusher! The shocked powerhouse stumbles back holding his nose feeling the sharp pain, and then he sees his blood everywhere and starts to panic.
Perfect! A kick to his balls gets his hands off his nose and on to his groin
He is bellowing like a castrated bull.
But I cut his screams short because as he is folding in half from my nut shot, I bring my knee up to meet his head coming down. BOOM!
Another head shot. Right under his chin. The knee strike stands him back up. And we're almost done. Using all my strength I throw my signature closer: Mule's Sunday Punch™ special: a right upper cut that rings his bell.
Macho Muscles drops like a sack of potatoes. I send him flying up like I was hitting a carnival high striker! I knocked the beaten muscle stud out cold!!! Winner, Mule by KO!
Perfect! A kick to his balls gets his hands off his nose and on to his groin
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| GROIN SHOT! |
He is bellowing like a castrated bull.
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| YEEEEEEAHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! |
But I cut his screams short because as he is folding in half from my nut shot, I bring my knee up to meet his head coming down. BOOM!
Another head shot. Right under his chin. The knee strike stands him back up. And we're almost done. Using all my strength I throw my signature closer: Mule's Sunday Punch™ special: a right upper cut that rings his bell.
Macho Muscles drops like a sack of potatoes. I send him flying up like I was hitting a carnival high striker! I knocked the beaten muscle stud out cold!!! Winner, Mule by KO!
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| Sorry, not sorry, Devlin! |
I looked down at my fallen opponent, who was coming to! I was still reeling from the beating I had taken, so instead of following up I backed away from him and leaned on my knees to regain my breath. While my chest was heaving to get air into my lungs, I watched as Mephisto slowly came to, shook his head and looked up at me. His head throbbed from the blow and he was still only semi-conscious, but he was determined to reach the big man gazing down at him and continue this. What a fuk'n man, I got to admit
In his current condition it was all the Leather Man could do to roll over. His legs were jelly and there was no way he could stand up yet. Using his remaining strength Mephisto turned on his stomach and began to drag himself along the ground towards me. I stood watching him in awe. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen ….. the black leather clad muscle god, in full leathers, beaten half senseless, dragging himself in agony toward me. His naked chest scraped on the gravel, and he gasped in pain. His exhausted muscles, stretched to their agonized limit, rippled and flexed, his rugged face twisted in pain, as he slowly clawed his way over the ground to reach me.
The incredible near-pornographic image made my cock grow hard as iron. I started taunting the fallen Leatherman:
“Yeah, Crawl, you son-of-a-bitch. Y ou thought you could whip me? Think again, asshole. You thought you were a big, tough leather stud. Now look at you, crawling at my feet on your belly, like an animal. You are no longer the great Mephisto, you're back to being PHAGGOT DEVLIN! Yeah, come on, man. I'm right here waiting Bring it on, you fucking Village People reject."
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| Oh how the MIGHTY have FALLEN! |
"Let's see how my 'Master' likes drinking his so-called slave's piss!"
I plant my feet on either side of Phaggot Devlin’s torso. I grin reaching down with my right hand, scoop up my own horse-sized cock. Phaggot Devlin looks up and woozily sees three anaconda-sized cocks aimed at his face instead of one.
I aim my huge cock at his muscular physique and began taking a long piss, draining my python, aiming for his face particularly his mouth, using my beaten adversary as a urinal. The leather strongman was now laid out on the ground like a Sunday picnic. But you know how picnics go, and here comes the rain. Well, a golden shower actually. He felt the rush of the hot stream of liquid pour over him as I hosed him down with my dong-zilla sized manhood. It sounded like a racehorse pissing on a flat rock as I emptied my bladder on the pecs and sculpted abs of Leatherman, I made sure I got his leather harness, jock and pant soaked. I wonder if you have to sent them to the cleaners to get the piss smell off 'em. Actually, I don't actually care. I drench Macho-Macho man with my primitive act of alpha male domination in an ego-crushing act of degrading humiliation.
I put my hands on my hips and begin to spray piss like a fire hose on my downed enemy. It was like a fire hydrant had been opened. As I hosed my foe down with my King-dong sized manhood, I swayed my fire hose a bit, piss belching out of it.
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| MARCO...PISSPOLE, I said with a laugh as I emptied my hose in WATER SPORTS AND GAMES! |
With a cocky grin and flexing my mighty arms, I continued to rain what seemed like a gallon of my piss down on the groaning Leather-Boi. Devlin gasped as a hot jet of golden piss slammed into his face. His gasp made him open his mouth and he tasted the bitter juice of defeat. He felt the hot liquid pouring over his shoulders, his chest and then soaking his bulging crotch. His cock was raging hard. Through the mist of urine he looked up at me,the magnificent bodybuilder towering over him! "Ha! I don't just play football -- I can play water sports too!" I laughed, finding my little joke hilarious. Phaggot Devlin didn't seem amused, actually he looked furious.
Devlin was livid at the humiliation of receiving my golden shower. The taste of my piss disgusted him, and adrenaline and rage gave him the strength to summon renewed energy from some deep reservoir of strength. I was shaking the last of the piss out of my horse cock when I should have been watching him. He lunged forward, grabbed my ankles and heaved me off balance, sending me crashing to the ground.
Both of us were now crawling, but I saw that Devlin/Mephisto was at the limit of exhaustion. I took advantage and was able to pull the Leather Fag into a sitting position and clamped a wrestler’s sleeper hold round his neck and head. This always had the effect of cutting off the opponent’s air and making him lapse into unconsciousness. But it wasn't working. I was beginning to suspect that the leather man might not be human. Perhaps he WAS infused with infernal power! He flexed his muscles again and, despite his exhaustion, I could feel that he was strong enough to power out of the hold. But he didn’t.
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| I clamped a wrestler’s sleeper hold around Devlin's neck! He flexed his muscles and I could feel that he was strong enough to power out of my hold. But he didn’t. Instead of fighting back, the leather muscleman went limp. I had choked him out! |
Instead of fighting back, the leather muscleman went limp. His arms dropped to his side, his head fell forward, and as darkness overcame. I had choked him out!
AMBIVALENT FRUITS OF VICTORY
I was on my feet again. "What da fuck was that?"-- I thought. That was way too easy. This dude was like the Superman of Leather Land. He could have broken my sleeper. I would stake editor-brah's life on it. Shit, due to my diminished state, my sleeper was not the vise-like hold it normally was! "Did the phaggot, THROW the fight, losing on purpose? What the actual fuk is going on here? And where did his inhuman strength come from?" I wondered, and it was eating away at would should have been the glorious delight of a well-fought victory! Had he been playing with me the whole time, testing my mettle, gauging my worth, and then and only then SUBMITTING to ME, as was his plan the WHOLE TIME? If that is true it ruins EVERYTHING, that shit ain't right, it diminished my sense of victory!
As I worried over this, I realized that I had blood flowing down my chin and neck from a split lip! I rubbed my red-and-purple blotched stomach with my right hand. I was hurting head to toe, but my abs and lats was where I was really feeling the working over I had gotten. Devlin/Mephisto had wrecked my abs, and almost caved in my ribcage trying to break my ribs. I could tell already that I wouldn't be able to tie my shoelaces for a week. Then, wiping my bloody lips with the back of his left hand, I lean over and spit into Devlin/Mephisto's face, this confusion of outcome was getting me angry, and now I wanted to rage fuck the shit out this sneaky phaggot!
"Wakey-wakey , phaggot," I said as I was using my foot to check for signs of life in this pile of muscles on the ground here.
"I'm going to bottom out my long dick in your muscle bound ass...Yeah, Leather Bitch, you heard right . I'm a going to bury this long, thick horse-sized cock of mine balls deep in your ass then use my cock like a battering ram on your prostate, you thrift-store beefcake wanna-bee."
I thought about doing Devlin doggie-style, but decided to flip him over so I could enjoy the sick fuck's facial expression as I pounded his spectacular muscular buttocks.
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| I pounded his spectacular muscular buttocks |
"Some tough Leatherman you are. You're a disgrace to the legend of Tom of Finland! I'm making you my bitch now. I got to admit I have raped a lot of huge muscle men, but you might just be the biggest. Too bad about you being a psycho BDSM sick Leather freak and all. How many cows died to make that outfit you're wearing? Did you ever think about that. Did you even explore any vegan options?" TBH I probably eat a cow a month myself, I was just trying to shame him.
I lower to my knees, the huge head of my cock pressing against the asshole's asshole. "Quit screwing around and get that cock in me! Now! Devlin demanded sounding more and more Mephisto, and less Phaggot Devlin. "You aint the boss of me," I think, wondering why the defeated fag was giving ME orders, but I shove hard and fast anyway, penetrating Leather stud's ass surprisingly easily and thrusting deep into the horny leatherman's spasming guts. Where's the customary screams of pain and shock, and occasional thunderous applause, that my horse sized cock usually elicits? Mephesto took my cock easily. Got to admit I was a little disappointed by the lack of reaction. OK, OK. I will just up my cock game.
Still inside the Leather Muscle-stud, I lean over and into his face. I had at least six of my nine inches all up in Devlin's guts. “You feel my cock inside you, Mistoffelees? I'm raping your ass, pussy cat! You like my cock up in you, you like the feeling of opening up for a bigger, stronger man, don't you?
"So who is the alpha male now? I topped you! I am the manliest, I am the Alpha, and you are my beta bottom leather bitch." I spit in his face to punctuate my words.
"Take it mutherfuker!!" I growled. "I'll take it all right. All you've got!" Devlin growled back at me in his Mephisto voice.
"Hot-assed Leatherman! I ought to shove that slave collar and the chain up that horny butt of yours. I bet you'd be able to take the whole thing-and you would enjoy it" I grunted between my pounding.
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| Come on, Mule, Is that all you've got? I heard you were a musclestud! You're fucking me like a soy boy! Pound my hole, you bitch! |
"You bet I would. But I like your cock more. Come on, Mule, you goddamn muscle stud fucker!" A re-Mephistoed Devlin taunted. "Is that all you've got? You're fucking me like a soy boy, like a pussy boy, like a punk. I want to feel that thing pounding in and out of me. Work that hole, you bitch!"
"Screw you-you're the bitch, you're the one with my dick up your ass!" He was starting to piss me off. I'm gonna make this a hate fuck just like he's asking for.
"Harder, motherfucker. Do it harder! You dumb big-dicked meathead! Fuck me rough, stud. The way I like it!" was Mephisto's response.
"Tough guy, huh! Keep dreaming, bitch." I snort as I start pounding ass even harder. "Daymn, what a hot ass this total stud has", is what I am really thinking. "He really knows how to work that butt of his. It's like a strong, greasy fist jerking off my dick!"
"Muscle Punk, I can take anything you've got and more! Make me feel that donkey cock pounding in and out of my hole!" Mephisto said with a hint of a chuckle. What the fuck, is he laughing at me. I am gonna fuck that smile off his face if it kills me. I think
"Yeah? Let's find out. Take that, tuff guy! Take it like the muscle whore you are!" I spat out, accompanying my insult with an especially savage thrust into Mephisto's round hard-muscled buttocks, determined to plow him back into phaggot Devlin!
"I'll take it, you muscle-bound cunt, when you start fucking me like a real man!"
He clenched his muscle butt preventing any further penetration. I cried out as my cockhead was smashed by the might of Mephisto’s huge glutes. Damn those heavy squats he does are paying dividends right now. His big muscled glutes are squeezing like a vice! Strangely, I enjoyed having my cock trapped and squeezed by Meph's muscle butt. It hurts bad but at the same time it felt so good. It turned me on even more. He clenched his buns of steel together around my cock. My whole body tensed, my muscles standing out as I do. Mephisto watched the now trapped two hundred and fifty plus pounds of pure muscle getting my dick ridden into struggling and withering. This ain't right, I was supposed to be fucking him into Devlin, but he was riding my dick until I was going back to Faustus Mule!
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you, Mule. I'm a power bottom. I am going to give you the greatest screaming orgasm of your life, you dumb meathead!"
"Jezzzz-us FUCK! He is gonna rip my cock off. OOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" I howled in my mind, not wanting to give Dev the satisfaction.
“This is only the beginning, Mule,” Mephisto bragged with a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “That's right, even though I am on the bottom, I am the one topping you! Not just topping you muscleboy, not just fucking, but raping your big jock stud ass!"
Mephisto who had been taken my powerful pelvic thrusting with his legs flailing in the air, pulled in his widely spread quads, and wrapped his legs around me tightly, like constricting pythons! Staring up with me with a diabolical grin, began using his powerful quads to pull me down inside him and then releasing the pressure so my rhythmic thwapping efforts could be as much credited to his muscular energies as it was my own pelvic thrusting!
Then when he got bored of that, he used his powerful legs to flip me on my back, and straddling me facing forward, looking down on me, he began lowering himself up and down on my donger, sometimes leaning over to plant, powerful mind-blowing kisses! He was taking over the fuckage efforts completely, somehow being physically on top and yet bottoming, confusing Your Mule, as I was previously unfamiliar with this sort of fornicating calculation!
I muscled Mephisto down onto the ground. Mephisto lay face up. My mammoth arms bulged with power as I lifted Meph's gargantuan legs into the air and pushed my dick up Mephisto's ass. Mephisto moaned as I penetrated him. I pushed all the way in and I held the power bottom's legs up high with my powerful arms. This fuck was not going according to my calculations, I could not figure out what was going on with what should be a hate fuck of submission and humiliation!
I muscled Mephisto down onto the ground. Mephisto lay face up. My mammoth arms bulged with power as I lifted Meph's gargantuan legs into the air and pushed my dick up Mephisto's ass. Mephisto moaned as I penetrated him. I pushed all the way in and I held the power bottom's legs up high with my powerful arms. This fuck was not going according to my calculations, I could not figure out what was going on with what should be a hate fuck of submission and humiliation!
Mephisto continued to flex his glutes. His butt muscles were huge! They bulged and rippled as he allowed me to penetrate his muscular ass. This guy's butt was the most beautiful slab of muscle imaginable, and MY dick was inside it!
I was being topped from the bottom! Meph was in control of the fuck!
It almost looked as if his butt muscles was sucking my cock in further! I tried to take it slow, but Meph's ass was irresistible! I was all the way in when Mephisto looked up into my face and winked at me. He flexed his butt muscles as I tried to pull out. I began to moan. I was being held helpless in Mephisto's ass embrace. I was powerless to pull out. My eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening! My Pulsing, moaning, throbbing cock was trapped inside Mephisto. The pressure on my screaming cock was enormous. I tensed my body as I tried to fight back the climax. My penis ached. I resisted cumming with all my might. I looked up and down Mephisto's rippling body. I wanted to memorize every rippling, bulging muscle of his powerful body. I pressed my penis harder inside Mephisto's muscular ass. I ... was ... cumming ... any ... second. Then, my dick began to pulse. Tingling, throbbing bursts of jizz began to erupt inside of The Power Bottom. My whole body remained frozen as my dick began to empty the contents of my fully packed nutbag. It was like a sprinkler. My valve was opened, and I began to pump Mephisto with firm shots of human man-juice. I held onto Meph's glutes as my penis spewed forth baby batter; my orgasm was overpowering. My whole body jerked HARD! My semen exploded into Mephisto. I let out a low, painful yell.
My body jerked so hard it hurt. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" I yelled. "Mother fuckin muscle ... shiiiiiiiiit!" My expletives came out in jerking chops. Every muscle in my body tightened. I pressed as hard as I could, ramming my dick farther inside with every jerk. My biceps bulged as I pulled myself hard again's Mephisto's ass. " I can't stop! I can't stop!" I hollered. I forced myself in harder. I experienced a total-body orgasm deep in the ass of Mephisto. His musclebody was the hottest turn-on imaginable.
I yelled: "Fuuuuuuukin Noooooooo!" as I lost all control. My muscles bulged with unreal size and definition as I reached orgasm. My traps grew as I did a kind of half-assed most muscular pose as I emptied my load into my adversary. I posed and flexed my massive muscles as I ejaculated. I saw my rival's face soften as he joined me in orgasm, and Devlin, I knew from the gym returned! Devlin really got off looking at my muscles. He just lay there, looking up and enjoying the show, jerking out a few squirts every once in a while, especially when I did a side biceps pose. He really liked my arms. Then, Devlin, in all his muscular, powerful glory, finished his ejaculation. Devlin arched his back and yelled and flexed as my cock continued filling him with cum.
Finally, I was done. I slowly pulled out of Devlin. He lay under me, displaying the front of his drop-dead gorgeous muscular body and grinning. I jerked a few more squirts into the air, my cum landing on his muscles. He smiled and fingered my cum into his mouth. I nearly swooned.
"Who fucked who, Mule?" he asked with a huge grin!
POST COITAL AFTERMATH
That was some intense sex, but it seems that despite being the receiver through all this, Devlin had been directing the show, leading me through my supposed "rage-fuck" like I was his puppet manipulated by strings!
That was some intense sex, but it seems that despite being the receiver through all this, Devlin had been directing the show, leading me through my supposed "rage-fuck" like I was his puppet manipulated by strings!
Somehow despite winning the fight, and collecting the fruits of victory, I didn't feel like I had the feeling of triumph, I usually had, my brain was confused, and I wondered if I had suffered concussive damage during the fight, because if I won, and had fucked HIM, why did I feel like it was MY man-card that had been revoked!
That Leatherman was TRICKSY! But I needed to snap out of it! I had WON, and I was the HERO of this blog! Right, Readers?
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| DEVLIN! DEVLIN! DEVLIN! DEVLIN! |
Devlin stood flexing and stretching his muscles as I lay on the ground panting like a dog, recovering from our sexual marathon! Devlin looked down and said to me "Thanks, Mule. You do pretty good fuck work!"
I looked up at him, all incredulous. "Pretty good?" I laughed. "I fucked the dog shit out of you!"
"Maybe so, but I just wanted to thank you for a good ride before I told you a little secret," Devlin smiled.
"Listen and Learn, you stupid big-muscled big-dicked hot-bodied Lunkhead. NO ONE fucks me unless I want them to." Devlin said, sounding a bit like Mephisto again: "And believe me. I WANTED you to." Devlin reached forward and slowly and appreciatively dragged his right fist down my cobblestone abs. "I still have yet to meet someone who can REALLY overpower me," Devlin said grinning.
I pushed Devlin's hand away in disgust. "You dumb-fuck! I just proved to you that I can kick your dick in the dirt! You keep talking like that and I'll just have to fucking break your back, you little piece of fucking shit!"
"All you proved, Mule," Devlin continued, "is that you like to fuck muscle. I may have been on the bottom, but it was me that fucked you!"
For emphasis Devlin ripped a solid right fist into my rugged gut. I didn't even have a chance to flex my abs for protection. He punched my muscled abs with his powerful arm, his fist driving deep into my defenceless midsection. I opened my mouth and gasped as the air was knocked out of me. I doubled up holding my gut. Devlin wanted me to feel how strong he really was. He was enjoying demonstrating and finally revealing his true unbelievable strength! Still bent over gasping and groaning, I realized my suspicions had been true. Devlin had been holding back. He had thrown the fight!
I was learning so much in this foray into this dark demi-monde of Devlin's! I learned Devlin was a leatherman with a dark side known as Mephisto, I learned he was a powerful fighter, but liked to be fucked more than he liked fucking, and had lost the fight on purpose! I had learned that Devil was a power-bottom, something I was not familiar with, I thought a bottom, was a bottom, was a bottom! Devlin liked to receive, rather than pitch, and seemed to like to submit to powerful, alpha males, but as Mephisto, his submission was not subservient, but manipulative, he was a different kind of alpha, a different kind of dominant than I had ever encountered before! I had been played into a Faustian bargain, and all the time I thought I had been the DOM, I had been the sub, and despite winning the battle, in this upside down, topsy-turvy demi-monde that Devlin/Mephisto had lured me into, I had been played and made HIS BITCH!
"But I got to know something dude." I demanded! "I need to know how you got your strength. It was like fucking inhuman. You were ragdolling and tossing me around like a sack of pillars. No one has handled me like that before. I was thinking you were coked up on PCP and bath salts mixed with every steroid in the book. And shit you sure can fuck, dude." I explained, bromantically crushing on the diabolically seductive Mephisto!
"I got this side gig. Don't you remember what you were thinking on Black Friday when you were looking and beating your meat at that volume of Tom of Finland drawings on Amazon?" he asked with a devilish grin!
"No, actually I don't, besides nobody saw me, and how the fuck did you know about that?"
"My alter-ego name is Mephisto! That should be a clue. You know who Faust is, don't you?"
"Sure, he was that poet that wrote about taking the wrong path in a forest, but what the fuck is your point?"
"No, Mule, that was Frost. I forgot you got through Dook on your football scholarship, you dumb millennial meathead."
"Hey dude, no reason you got to make it personal and throw shade like that. Besides how did you know I went to Duke, we never had a real convo before, other than basic S'up?, exchanges at the gym until I issued my challenge! "
"Did you really challenge, me or did I set up up for this encounter, seducing and yet aggravating you, with my SUPERIOR physique! I was sent here to present you with a dealeo, big guy."
"Did you really challenge, me or did I set up up for this encounter, seducing and yet aggravating you, with my SUPERIOR physique! I was sent here to present you with a dealeo, big guy."
Devlin/Mephisto transformed before me into a handsome, muscular, and hung, infernal being! Not much different from his mortal form!
I listened as Mephisto laid out the bargain. In exchange for sucking devil dick, he would teach me how to be stronger, tougher and fight better than I ever had before! I would be able to take down Hercules Royal and the Trucker and those that had made me their bitches in my blog stories. "I can show you how to defeat them such that NO ONE can challenge you again!" he promised. It was tempting, let me tell you, however once you fuck with Mephistopheles eventually there will be HELL to pay, it is a slippery slope you head when you bargain with infernals, and where that will lead you to, well, just ask Doctor Faustus!
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| You wouldn't be the first alpha male to suck down on my big devil dick, how did you think Trucker, Herc Royal and Grappler Dan got to be such formidable opponents! |
Fuck it would be hot to cuff and dominate those hot muscle studs. And it would be hot as fuck to have them worship my rock solid muscles ! And I would look hot in leather.
"I tell you what, Devil-brah, let me run that past my spiritual adviser, Father Gary."
"Oh yeah, my boss is well aware of Father Gary" Mephistopheles said with a smile.
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| Like Jacob and the angel, Gary had wrestled with an angel... |
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| Or in his case, a FALLEN ANGEL, SATAN HIMSELF! |
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| Get thee in my armpit, Satan, I have licked you in combat, now lick me! |
"Tell you what Mule, before you do that, come check out the Leather Bar. Bring Father Gary, too, I would love to have him wrestling for OUR TEAM, the more alpha males I have sucking down on my big Mephisto cock, the better!"
"Well as long as we don't have to sell our souls--"
"Oh, not at first Mule, but you will, YOU WILL!"
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| GULP! |
"Ummm, Let me get back to you on that, Chief. But its sounds errr, dope!" I replied nervously. "But right now I'm as hungry as Fuck! I know a place that is still open where we can get a pizza and beer. I'll buy. I got some jeans I can put on."
Mephisto transferred back into the meek, and mild Devlin that I had know from the gym, and we went out for pizza, the guy is pretty cool! He is NOT AT ALL, what I imagined he would be, when I first challenged him at the gym!
As famished, beat up and bruised as I was from our fight, to me it was the best Pizza and beer ever. Devlin and I had a great convo, rehashing the whole fight in painful (pun intended) detail. During parts of the convo, I was sure that Devlin was channeling his inner-Mephisto. Your Mule knew that the three of us (Devlin, the Meph-ster and me) were going to be great friends.
Devlin explained to me over the beer and pizza how we could initiate some of the guys I truly disliked at the gym, into his dark demi-monde, and it sounded great, revenge and a bit of fun and games all rolled up in one leather-wrapped package! He went on to tell me about those he had already used as play things in his dark games, and I was intrigued to say the least! I wasn't entering into any contracts or bargains, just some pals out having sport, just a bit of fun! What could possibly go wrong?
As famished, beat up and bruised as I was from our fight, to me it was the best Pizza and beer ever. Devlin and I had a great convo, rehashing the whole fight in painful (pun intended) detail. During parts of the convo, I was sure that Devlin was channeling his inner-Mephisto. Your Mule knew that the three of us (Devlin, the Meph-ster and me) were going to be great friends.
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~Devlin, his inner Meph-ster and the Mule~
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| Friends Having Fun! |
Devlin explained to me over the beer and pizza how we could initiate some of the guys I truly disliked at the gym, into his dark demi-monde, and it sounded great, revenge and a bit of fun and games all rolled up in one leather-wrapped package! He went on to tell me about those he had already used as play things in his dark games, and I was intrigued to say the least! I wasn't entering into any contracts or bargains, just some pals out having sport, just a bit of fun! What could possibly go wrong?
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PHRASE OF THE DAY
Power-bottom. Noun. (plural power bottoms) (gay sexual slang) A bottom,
that is to say the passive participant in gay sex, who takes charge of a sexual situation,
playing a more dominant, aggressive and commanding role in sex.
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Faust is the protagonist of a classic German legend, based on the historical Johann Georg Faust (c. 1480–1540). The erudite Faust is highly successful yet dissatisfied with his life, which leads him to make a pact with the Devil at a crossroads, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. It was popularized in late 16th century by the English playwright and poet, Christopher Marlowe!
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Those interested in the original Faust/Faustus legend:
Faust is the protagonist of a classic German legend, based on the historical Johann Georg Faust (c. 1480–1540). The erudite Faust is highly successful yet dissatisfied with his life, which leads him to make a pact with the Devil at a crossroads, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. It was popularized in late 16th century by the English playwright and poet, Christopher Marlowe!
Mule in leather, dand what a sight that would be to see.
ReplyDeleteI bet Hercules Royal is the only one that could truly dominate Faust, make him beg for mercy and say 'God Forgive Me, I Repent'
this was an excellent story especially the ending it leave open a plethora of directions in which the next adventure will be father gary at the leather bar would be awesome and bring the amish farmer
ReplyDeleteHot as Hell!
ReplyDeleteNot really into men in leather, I do like animated stuff...
ReplyDeleteAnd also, that (gay) pornstar top from the "I pounded his spectacular muscular buttocks" GIF is such a STUD!
He's the hottest. Gabriel or something. Damn, just damn!!! ^.^
This is one hot fantasy - looking forward to sequels...hoping that after some victories, our Mule is set-up, and the tables turned - when you make a deal with devil, you pay the price...and no one pays hotter than Mule.
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