BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

Stacked Sky:

I pay the guest fee, practically throwing the bills at the clerk, I’m buzzed into the Gold’s gym. Music throbs from behind the glass door - it’s like stepping back into the 90's, plastic plants, pastel painted equipment, the old wrestling ring shoved in the corner. The place reeks of testosterone  with a mix of sweat and desperation. Typical, a room full of lame ass juice monkeys. I’d half expect the fucking Steiner brothers to be here.

North Star:

It’s been months of adding size, finally into the 260s at 5’8” of muscled perfection, all the attention on me, I’m  a monument to everything these studs try to be. Every wannabe bodybuilder here looks up to me, and they should. I'm the North Star. Guys like me are a rare breed. Other lifters can’t stop staring at my mass, watching me lift, flex - all trying to emulate my every move...

My crew crowds around, jaws dropping in awe of my size and power as I step away from the loaded bar leaving  their best sets in the dust. “Ok guys, put those weights away,” I bark. I pull my stringer off, chuck my shorts to the floor leaving me in a pair of  purple posing trunks stretched thin across my thick quads. Rippling biceps, bulging pecs, and my shredded abs are all on display and still these fools can’t believe the size of me…

Stacked Sky:

I go unnoticed in my oversized clothing. I head to the bench for some chest work. I’m the smallest here but the mirror confirms what I already know: my swagger’s fucking AAA+, my fat hog flops side to side with each step. Let these pigs have their pumped-up muscles and peacock struts - I know my worth.

In a sea of egotistic muscle heads one body stands out. “Put those weights away” echoes around the gym like a cannon shot. I look to see an insanely built stud shouting orders, turning, flexing like Mr. Fucking America. Guys circle around him - staring like he’s the purple pantied Jesus.

It clicks, that voice, the overinflated build it has to be him, the glittering fuckup himself: North Star. All show muscle, with a voice like a foghorn. I bet my ass he remembers our last meet-up in the ring, no doubt still haunting him like a bad porno. Left him face down, stripped bare and whored out for the whole fucking world to see. Now he’s suddenly king shit?

“You call that a flex?” I yell, razzing him good enough to set all eyes on me. “You were pinned, and on the end of my fat dong last time I saw you”. I know he hears me. The way he freezes, not moving, not even for a second tells me everything I need to know. His past just punched him in his fucking face.

North Star:

Transitioning from one show-stopping pose to another my crew fixates on each flex…

"You call that a flex?" echoes around the gym. My head whips around - “Who the hell…?”

Fuck I can’t believe it — it’s that asshole…Sky! My brain spins, just seeing him feels like a kick in the nuts.  Stacked Sky - every muscle tightens my fuse shortens…

He’s the last guy I expected or ever wanted to see, and now he's here, taunting me. My face is heating up, and I don't know if it's adrenaline or embarrassment. Either way, it's all I can do to keep my composure as I feel the whole gym waiting to see what I'll do next.  I swear I can hear that shit laughing while I stand here.  My voice cracks, rattled I try to claw back my control…

“What ya doing here, punk?” I shout, sounding strong, like you just didn’t play me…

Stacked Sky:

“Stay cool Show Muscle I’m only here for a workout - unless you feel like proving yourself in the ring?” To make my point, I grab my thick rod and give it a shake, pulling the whole goddamn room’s attention towards me with one quick move. All noticing the huge club swinging in my tracks. Fuck even North’s eyes are glued on me now - he can’t look away even if he wanted to.

North Star:

“Punk, zero chance in the ring this time for you. I’ve packed on 30 pounds of muscle, my arms are bigger than your fucking head.” I shout. Gritting my teeth, I flex - straining every muscle to the bursting point, trying to get all eyes back where they belong - on me…

My crew starts goading me. “Do it North, Do it North, squash him, wreck him…”

Stacked Sky:

“North I think you ought to listen to your overinflated friends. Let them see you’re not still the biggest loser on the wrestling circuit.” Fucking hell, this is like taking candy from a child.

North Star:

“I’m no fucking loser!" I scream. My blood boiling, nothing but blind rage, I can't even think straight. "You got lucky last match," I shout, trying to claw back my dignity.  I’ve lost it…

“Let’s hit the ring now Punk!” The gym goes still - everyone waiting to see what kind of show is about to go down. Everyone is stepping back, clearing the floor as I stalk towards the ring, my huge quads flex and bounce with each step. Nothing can stop me now — it’s my turn to humiliate this punk…

Stacked Sky:

I jog towards the ring, hop onto the apron and slide into the ring. Stripping, I peel off my tee, drop my tracks yanking them over my boots, my hot baby blue squares hiding absolutely nothing, the outline of my pornstar hog and balls on show for all. The gym goers now riveted on me, more than one muscleheads mouth hangs open in disbelief as I show up North Star by just standing here.

Hilarious watching North, his face red with fury and eyes locked onto my crotch. “North I’m going to send you back to whatever hole you crawled out from.” I bark as you step into the ring.

He gets one foot over the middle rope, that’s when I make my move. Fast as hell, I dive for him, grab the rope, and start tearing into him - yanking it up, down,  every way I can, the rope snapping hard, making his purple panties grind into his fruit loops.

North Star:

The rage boils in me. I’m close behind you, the gym goers all clearing from my path. There’s no way I’m letting you steal the spotlight this time, no fucking way. You’re stripped and ready to go—once again showing off, flaunting that massive cock like it’s gonna beat me all by itself. This time you’re the one going down, and I’ll be the one standing over your broken ass…

The crowd’s gathering, watching as I step onto the apron, then one foot over the 2nd rope, I give a quick turn, shouting to my buddies. “Mix me a shake - give me 5 to destroy this turd.”

I turn, you’re at my side with that cocky grin. You grab the middle rope and start yanking it. The cable snaps hard, with no time to brace it brutally crushes against my crotch. My whole body jolts, and a raw scream rips out of me. “ARGH! FUUKKK…” piercing through the gym. The pressure is relentless, your grip never letting up as you pull that rope up and down, jerking it side to side. Each vicious yank feels like a bomb going off, my nuts taking direct hits feeling like they are being ground into dust...

The crowd eats it up, every eye glued to my agony as I try to pry myself free - the burn raging through my balls, scrambling me over and over. It fuckin’ kills, I grip the rope with everything I’ve got, desperate for release. Finally, you quit, but not before my whole body is wrecked and reeling. I stagger off the ropes, barely holding it together. I’m hunched over, veins popping, my hands cupping my eggs as I try to breathe through the pain…

Stacked Sky:

Overselling, it’s almost comical as I stomp towards you, knees high, closing the gap between us. I grab my crotch again, just to taunt you while you cup your wrecked nuts, I grab your hair and yank you upright, put you eye to eye with me, forcing you to see my cocky grin.

“Remember this, fucker?” I laugh right in your face, and before you can choke out a response, I drive my knee into your chest with everything I’ve got.

The blow sends your carcass flying, right where you belong, face first into the mat. The thud echoes, the whole gym hearing you hit like a sack of shit falling to the floor. I give a cocky laugh. Everyone's staring, watching me make a fool of you with just one move.

“Begging just like last time,” I taunt, stepping over your miserable over juiced, shaking body. “Thought you put on 30 pounds of muscle? All I see is 30 pounds of loser!" God it’s too easy, feels like a fucking rerun of our last match.

North Star:

My nuts on fire, gasping for air. My vision blurry, the whole gym watching me suffer, just as I think it can't get worse, I look up to see you stomping towards me. You’ve got that cocky grin, again you’re in my head grabbing your crotch and working your footlong. It’s a mind fuck. You reach down and grab my hair, yanking, forcing my head up…

“Cheating Bitc…” Before I can get the words out, you laugh right in my face, your knee rockets up, my body jerks violently from the brutal hit to my chest. Totally off guard, the power of the blow sends me spinning, I drop crashing to the canvas face first…

I hear you barking more insults, but your words are a blur. It’s the humiliation that's clear as day. The crowd is stunned as they watch you thrashing me around like a rookie. I can’t let it continue. My reflexes kick in - arms digging in - I press my chest up…

Stacked Sky:

I grab you by the ears, yanking you up and dragging you to center stage like a pathetic freak. Your fans watching you on your hands and knees scrambling to keep up with my pace. Pride doesn’t mean shit now, not when you’re crawling like some whipped bitch, not when you’re at my fucking mercy and I’m dragging you around like a circus freak for everyone’s entertainment. Your huge roid ass jiggling for all to see as I pull you center ring. No fucking way there’s even a chance you’re walking away from this with any dignity.

I release your ears, you try to get up - I step over you, slam my knee down on your thick back flattening you to the canvas. Grabbing the back of your trunks, wiggling my fingers under the waist I yank them tight giving you a massive wedgie, grab your hair, pulling you to your feet sending your panties so deep they look like purple floss wedged between those massive glutes. I whip you to the corner and your back slams into the ring post. I follow close behind, duck down and drive my shoulder into your gut like a lineman, the gym explodes as your face contorts with agony. What a sight, North Star, once the big man, now a fucking joke.

Huffing, I step back, watch you stagger out of the corner, then I hit you again, shoulder first, spearing you just as I wanted. “Chew on that!” I shout, as the ring shakes from the impact. Your eyes are bulging as you crash back into the turnbuckle. I pause a moment, watch you slump like a used-up slut, then nail you with another low charge into that muscle gut of yours.

You hunch over, gasping and helpless as the whole gym watches me take you apart. It’s sad, how easy this is, even more than last time.

North Star:

I’m not ready for this, your hands clamp down on my head, and before I can even get my bearings, you drag me up by the ears. I’m yanked along, knees scraping the mat, my arms barely keeping up the pace…

You let go of my ears, and I try to make a break for it, desperate to get out of this nightmare. But your knee slams into my back like a fuckin sledgehammer, I hit the canvas hard. You keep me pinned flat, throttling my spine, while the crowd eats it up. Everyone watching me get manhandled. You pull at my posers, your goddamn fingers digging into them. In one brutal sweep I feel them ripped straight up between my ass cheeks practically flossing my hole. The fabric cuts into me, biting into my flesh as you grab my hair and jerk me up. I’m on my feet but barely, my legs shaking, struggling to support me…

You whip me to the corner. I can’t keep up, my body totally out of control as it crashes into the ring post. My back takes the brunt of it, I’m hanging there, huge arms over the rope, trying to catch my breath. My vision’s a blur, but I see you coming, like a fucking missile - “Argh!” I cry out, your shoulder driving hard into my abs. It’s a brutal spear, my abs locking down for some protection. Spit flies from my mouth, my eyes wide as my whole frame ricochets back into the post…

I slump, arms falling for protection as I gasp for air. I manage to stagger out, but your shoulder slams into me again before I even know what hit me, my skull smacks the post like you shot me out of a cannon. The impact is bone-crushing, and my body hangs, arms over the top ropes. I’m dazed, the whole world spinning, as I try to regain my bearings…

Christ, I’m gonna kill you if it’s the last damn thing I do…

Stacked Sky:

 You hang there, slumped and helpless. Your massive arms barely drape over the ropes, and I see you trying to shake off the hit. Your face says it all; you’re failing. My finger traces a line, taunting as it slides down your battered body, from those puffy oversized pecs down to the sad sight of those pathetic purple panties. I've got you on display for the whole gym. You’re the main attraction for the moment, and everyone’s laughing at what a joke you are. I unload my fists into your core...

I’m beating you down, your body jerking with every hit. My knuckles sink deeper with each punch, your abs start to give out. You can barely breathe, eyes are bulging as I pummel the air out of you. My fists are a fucking machine gun - you’re buckling under the force. “Thought you had muscles of steel?” I taunt, each punch pushing you closer to breaking. Your hard abs now are nothing but a pulpy mess, bloated and red under my assault, and I don’t let up. I keep on pounding, the sound of fists on muscle echoing through the gym. “Can't even take a punch, loser!” I laugh, your body shaking like jelly. I don’t stop, not until you look like a sad mess, clutching on the ropes barely hanging on. Your grunts get more desperate, more pathetic. “You’re dead meat, North.”

North Star:

Slumped in the ropes, I see your grin as you fuck with my head, your finger tracing down my sweaty chest, over my abs stopping at my trunks. It feels like you’re lining me up like a goddamn target, that smug look never leaving your face. I’m hanging there, a prize for your sick display…

You start pounding my abs slow at first, each punch stinging, I flinch with the impact. Gritting my teeth I try to hold it together, I flex my chest, lock my abs hard, “My Abs can take it you piece of shit” I shout. Desperation in my voice, trying to convince myself I can outlast you. You ramp it up, attacking my perfect six-pack with rapid-fire punches. My whole body jerks with the force, and the painful reality sets in. I grunt with your hits, fighting to hang on…

I’m rocking back and forth in these damn ropes, your fists pounding me like a speed bag. Each brutal punch sinks into my gut, my torso throbs, my abs give, my once-solid six-pack now mush under your attack. I hear you shouting in my ear, taunting me like the fucker you are, feeding off of my destruction. I’m gassed, you keep at it - pounding, my musclegut is bright red, then purple, swollen and hanging out like I’m six months pregnant…

Stacked Sky:

I grab your hair and yank you forward, forcing you to stumble out towards center ring. You stagger like a confused  cartoon character flailing around for a fucking clue. The crowd is going crazy and they see me standing back watching you scramble, I can tell they love it with the shouting and cheering, seeing you wandering the ring like a sideshow joke…

I’m grinning, and I’m laughing at your pathetic ass as you struggle to keep your balance, legs shaky, boots stomping the canvas in a wild attempt to stay on your feet. I climb to the top rope, thinking how I’m gonna enjoy flattening you a whole lot more than I did last time. Your clueless mug is priceless from up here. I balance myself nice and easy, staying cocky, watching you look all over the place like a total dumbass. “Too big of a loser to even know where I am, huh?” I bark out, and your pathetic attempt to keep it together is just shocking. You’re swaying like a drunk and I can tell you don’t got a damn clue what’s coming.

What a sad sight you are, roaming the ring with them faggy panties riding up your crack. My eyes are locked on you, and I’m just waiting for the right moment to strike. The crowd’s losing it, going nuts as I face the best view of your big dumbass struggling to piece it all together.

“Up here, dumb shit!” I call out like you’re a clueless fucking dog with no sense of direction. I’m perched and ready to pounce, and you’re still the confused roid head trying to solve life’s big mystery. You stumble around lost and helpless, and I can almost hear the fucking hamster wheel squeak in that thick skull.

I crouch low, ready to spring. The whole gym’s eyes are on me, and I love it. They know I’m about to squash you like a bug. I can see you finally find me up here like you just solved the world’s hardest fuckin’ puzzle. “Surprise!” I taunt, leaping into the air, aiming to smash you into the mat, taking you down like the pathetic little bitch you are.

North Star:

Fucking punk grabs my hair and pulls it like you’re ripping out weeds, dragging me from the ropes. My head snaps forward and my big legs barely keeping up, you shove me into the middle of the ring, I’m stumbling hard. My insides are on fire, my gut throbbing I’m in agony, a flailing mess, tripping over myself while the whole gym watches. I can’t get momentum and you know it.

I look left to right, not seeing you, not knowing where the hell you went. My brain’s spinning, trying to keep up. Your taunt screams from above, calling me dumb shit, the words cutting sharp. I turn around and try to focus, spotting you as you crouch low. I stare up for a moment in disbelief – trying to make sense of this – catching my breath. You’re up there all proud.

You spring high into the air, leaping from the ropes, arms spread wide, you aim to crossbody me. But I see it coming and at the last moment before you land, I put my arms high. You crash into my chest as I literally catch you mid-air. I stagger back, but remain steady on my feet, your body bouncing against me. The crowd’s roaring, seeing me finally get the upper hand on your cocky ass.

Stacked Sky:

I leap from the top rope - you’re just standing there, that mug staring up, but I know you see me coming. I’m in full flight, everything’s a blur as my body careens towards you. I’m coming in hot, already imagining that mass of muscle on the mat, squashed and cummed. But fuck, your arms come up at the last second and my plan goes to hell.

You catch me easily, barely moving with the impact as your massive arms lock around me. I plow into you with everything I got, but it doesn’t rattle you. I’m breathless, shocked you didn’t fold and collapse.

North Star:

My huge veiny arms flex to the max as I carry you around, showing off my prize. The energy is electric, the gym starting to get behind me now. “North! North!” they’re chanting, and this time it’s your turn to be the spectacle, my trophy. I lift you high. I easily shift you over my shoulder, your limbs flailing. With everything I’ve got, I powerslam you to the canvas, the ring shakes with the impact. “Take that you piece of shit – game over!” I yell, my voice booming…

Stacked Sky:

You parade me corner to corner, showing off your catch. I’m your fucking trophy, squirming in your grip while you soak up their cheers. You’re taunting me, a big stupid smile on your ugly face while the whole gym eats it up. They’re chanting your name, you lift me high, like I’m a feather. In one ruthless motion you hoist me up onto your shoulder then drive me down like a human wrecking ball - crushing me into the canvas. The crash is a goddamn earthquake, echoing everywhere as my body hits the mat. I lay there, staring up at the lights, dazed, twitching from the impact, spread-eagled.

North Star:

Looking down at you, a wreck of punkness, I stand over you like a god staring at a mere mortal. Your legs are spread wide, that fuck stick laying soft but still obscenely huge, your balls totally visible all stuffed in your trunks…

I grab your legs leaving you split wide. I raise my right boot and slam it into your pouch, you jolt at the contact, feeding off the power surge of seeing you like this. It’s almost too damn good – your nuts scrambled underneath me as I grind my heel in harder - “poached eggs - coming up!” I shout.

I grind my boot harder, ignoring your shouts. Your body is jerking, your mumbling incoherent - all music to my ears. My boot digs deeper - the whole gym eats it up like candy, the sight of cocky Sky brought low and desperate for mercy. I’m the master here now, and you’re nothing but my little bitch. I grunt the words, making sure you hear me through the agony. “We’re only getting started, punk!” I yell…

Stacked Sky:

I’m dazed, twitching, that goddamn smirk on your face as you see me writhing. You’re looming, massive, your fucking swollen pecs cast shadows over me. You're cocky as hell, and the crowd just fucking loves it, they’re eating up this whole pathetic scene. You grab my boots spreading me like a wishbone, pulling my legs apart. The crowd roars as it all comes down to this, North Star in fuckin' control.

I know what’s coming and I brace, your boot going high. But damn, it’s a shock when you drop that thing right onto my oversized eggs. Pain jolts through my back, shooting through my spine.

I stare up at you, a freakish mass of juiced-up muscle “I’m gonna eat you for Dinner North!” I shout. You let up giving false hope, now gas pedalling the goods with your boot. I can feel the pressure and the lighter touch, my whole body reacts. My balls still burning, but my thick dong grows, filling my trunks fast. You think you hurting me but I’m about to pop a fucking load.

North Star:

“Who’s the loser now!” I shout, dropping your legs leaving you in a mess I head corner to corner showboating.

I jump up on second rope, put my big arms up, fists clenched, and flex so hard I could burst. I’m ignoring you, thinking you’re nothing but a done deal. ..

Stacked Sky:

You drop my legs and bound around like you’ve already won. You think I’m finished, lying here with my fuck pole growing, you give them a big show, peacocking around as I squirm.

They eat it up as you strut, fists pumping high. “Who’s the loser now” you shout, thinking you already got me owned. But you don’t know how hard I am, and how fucking ready.

You’re still beating your chest, like it’s the win of the century, flexing your cocky self around the ring. The gym’s roaring, the noise fucking insane, but I’m up on my feet and heading towards before you even notice.

North Star:

I turn around, acting like I’m on top of the world, thinking I’ve broken you. But there you are, somehow back on your feet adjusting that massive cock in your trunks, making it obvious for all to see that engorged 9” of thick meat…

I jump down from the ropes, flexing my huge muscle-bound arms, thinking of the satisfaction of leaving your pathetic ass flattened. “It’s over loser – you’re done” I bark over the crowd as I stomp towards you, fists punching the air, a fuckin’ freight train on course to wreck you…

Stacked Sky:

The look on your face as you finally see me, fucking priceless. You don’t get how I’m already back, weapon stiff and ready to wreck you. It totally throws you, your big victory lap cut short.

You leap from the ropes like a raging bull, wild with anger, a massive package of muscle and ego, your fists up and swinging like a 2 bit boxer. You’re out of control, desperate to take me down. You charge, furious and clueless, a hulking slab of muscled arrogance, your fists swing aimlessly. I see right through your dumb-ass attack…“Are you fucking nuts - all those roids gone to that pea brain huh” I bark…

North Star:

Incensed by your taunt I strike out, with all the power behind my fist I deliver a right cross aimed at your chin which you easily sidestep. “You cunt”  Infuriated, I keep swinging my massive arms, pouring all my energy into each swing - Left Hooks, Jabs, Uppercuts aiming for your head, abs, seeking any opening advantage. Like some fucking gymnast you weave in and out between punches, eluding my attack while anticipating my next move. My massive chest muscles ripple with each punch, pecs bounce and jiggle, my muscle gut sucking in oxygen, gasping  as my energy drains. My punches becoming weaker, and slower…

Stacked Sky:

“Fuck North you are all show”, I grip you by the back of your head and unleash hell, slamming an uppercut up under your chin, looking to keep your head steady as I do... then another... and another... pistoning punches up under your chin and jaw with ferocity. Just for good measure, I pump another two uppercuts into your solar plexus, and just below your navel, then I pound a third into your groin, for fun I launch one more devastating uppercut up under your chin as I release your head.

I can see your eyes bulging, your mouth gasping, but I’m not finished yet, not by a long shot. As you bend in half, trying to catch a breath, I drive a brutal third into your crotch. Your whole body convulses and your knees nearly buckle as you stagger back into the ropes.

North Star:

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK echoes through the arena, your fists pummeling me, my head snaps up violently, a large string of spit flying out my mouth and into the air as my back hyperextends back up and I stumble backwards awkwardly, my big arms flailing uncontrollably as I fall back against the ropes. I bounce out of them, shaking my head, the pain visible on my face as I come staggering back at you, my boots stomping on the canvas as I rally, using the momentum to come at you swinging like a lumbering giant.

You easily bat my arms away leaving me exhausted and spent, my big muscles totally gassed out, I stand with my fists weakly raised. The crowd’s eating up your easy escapes, I’m getting sloppy, my swings wide and weak…

Stacked Sky:

You stand there huffing and puffing, fists raised in a sorry attempt at defence. Your weak, that roid gut gasping for breath, I decide to fucking cash in. I fire off a left hook, your big empty head snapping to the side. My knuckles tear right into your face, a bruise blooms across your cheek. Your eyes both have shiners already and are welding shut by the second.

Time to finish this piece of meat off, I set my feet, then unload a fury of fists into you, relentless I pound at your dumb mug again and again, feeling your resolve shriveling up like your pea-sized nads. Each punch landing, battering you until you slump forward, losing the battle against my onslaught. You’re gasping, the crowd is roaring. Your arms stretch out, grabbing my shoulders like it’s the only thing keeping your sorry ass up. With a string of drool hanging from your lips, you lose any hope of standing, you shrivel to your knees, your swollen cheek resting against my 9” man cannon. “Just like last time you fucking loser” I shout. They can’t believe it, in awe watching as I send North Star's 260 plus pounds of juiced muscle to his knees utterly wrecked.

North Star:

Your punches tear through my weak defences pummeling my face, abdominals, Punch after punch has me jerking, recoiling with each hit, My big tits bounce and jiggle, spit spraying with each hit, my head snapping side to side. My chin hanging low practically on my chest, I struggle to focus, my eyes swelling while your fists continue to pick me apart.

I slump forward, my head spinning, arms draped over your shoulders, clinging for any support I can get. Your hard body is all that’s keeping me from going down, my legs are gone, arms weak and heavy. I slowly slide from your shoulders, my hands slipping hopelessly down over your growing crotch as I crumble, sinking further.  The entire gym stunned. My mouth and lips drooling over your massive tool soaking your trunks as I finally drop to my knees…

Stacked Sky:

You’re so fucked, your arms slip down over me, over my 9” sausage, knowing just where you belong. My rod is hard and ready, you sink to your knees totally ruined. Drained and wasted, humiliated. Your big juicy lips parked on my crotch, drooling while the entire fucking arena laughs at you…

I push my trunks down, precum and slobber slicking the front of them. My 9” fuck pole instantly springs out, flops onto your face. Hot and raging, I grab your hair and yank your head back. My  tool drools onto your cheeks - holding you right where you belong. Staring deep into your swollen eyes, you’re completely fucked, and I’m not going to let you forget it. I thwack my man meat onto your face again and again, splattering precum over your cheeks and lips. I don’t let up, my rod pounds your jaw.  “Does my cock taste as good as you remember?” 

That oversized ego and all those juiced-up muscles can’t save you now. You don’t even get a second breath before I slam my 9” of raging cock down your throat. No hope, no fucking chance, the whole place watching me dominate. You gasp and gag below, I tighten my grip and shove even harder, pre-cum and slobber drooling from the corners of your mouth. You thought you were unbeatable, but now you’re just some bitch, totally my meat hole. Each thrust making your body quake, my shaft bulging in your big neck.

North Star:

Your cock dominating me. I can taste the cum already, I’m that fuckin’ ruined. My swollen lips all over your Salami. I can’t catch a breath, You know you’ve got me fucked and love every second of it. You drill my face, I gag and slobber on your massive cock. I can barely manage to keep up with the pace, totally overwhelmed by your fuckstick. My face lit up bright red, neck and chest veins pumped as your dominant dick pummels my throat. My mouth froths with beta spit, getting skull fucked long and hard by your alpha cock. I'm losing control, I can’t get another breath, as I gag and gurgle on your pre as it drains into my stomach… 

Stacked Sky:

"Yeah good slut!!! Suck it deeper!" You think you can just take my slab? I don’t think so. It’s my show, Bitch! I flex my hips and thrust ramming my 9” balls deep into your gagging throat. I own you, the whole place knowing you’re licking my shaft like a dog. My nuts hang over your weak chin as I bitch you down. I can already feel my load threatening to burst, your lips wrapped hard around my massive tool, your body twitching every time I pulse, every time I flex.

I grunt with each thrust, the loud sounds of my cock obliterating you echoes through the air. You don’t stand a chance - your mouth is sucking me like there’s no tomorrow. You got no air but I don’t give a fuck. The crowd doesn’t give a fuck. my balls starting to ache from the pressure. Fuck. It’s like they’re getting heavier by the second, ready to pop. I give you a few more thrusts, deep and hard, It’s all so fucking easy, it’s all so pathetic. My rod stays jammed deep in your throat, your Adam’s apple getting forced out, your neck bulging around my meat as it slides deeper. You thought you were a Star, but now you’re just a glorified fuck hole.

I’m gonna coat you like the fucking cumstain you are. You’re too ruined to stop it, my hips jerk uncontrollably as I unleash, my cock convulsing, shooting heavy wads of cum deep into your gut. Hot and thick, my man juice floods your pathetic hole, your swollen mouth barely able to keep up. “Ughhh---FUUUUCCKKKK----swallow THAT you roid bitch!”

North Star:

Your fat cock twitches in my throat, spit-soaked meat pulsing and fucking relentless. The massive shaft explodes, sending huge thick ropes of cum down my throat. Gagging and gasping, I choke, but my mouth stays on your slab drinking every drop. You keep unloading, yelling, pounding, each burst coating my throat. Cum spurts from my mouth and onto my pecs, I try to swallow but you don’t and won’t let up. My body is spent, the thick fuck protein spilling everywhere.

You unload again and again, groaning as you pump more into me. You hold nothing back, your seed drains into my gut, coating me inside and out. I can barely catch a breath, your massive cock owning me as I jerk and gag on the cumstorm. It’s more than I can swallow but I keep drinking, fighting for every drop as it spills all over me. My face is covered, dripping with your dominance…

Stacked Sky:

You bodybuilders make one hot cumstain. You all think you’re so fucking invincible until you meet me, until my fat rod shows you how pathetic you really are. I can’t believe how easy you are to wreck. How willing. How fucking desperate for it. I pump you full, and you crumple, another set of ruined pecs and pretty boy muscles, slathered with my alpha seed. You’re just another jacked up wannabe, gasping and gagging on my load like a porn bitch begging for jizz. I pull my cock from your mouth and shove you, ignoring the gagging retches as you fall back, left sprawled across the canvas. The gym erupts, watching you lay there, totally fucking wasted. Muscles twitching, you’re a mess of spit and cum, I knew you couldn’t take it, knew you’d fold like every pumped-up loser that comes my way.

I yank at your waistband, ripping those tight man panties off your hips while the entire place roars. I hold them up, showing everyone what a pussy you are. “Look at this shit,” I shout, tossing them to the crowd. My trophy hits the ground, and your crew breaks out laughing. You think you’re some big deal, but they know you’re nothing . I give your junk a glance, smirking I shout “North!  a Ken Doll has a bigger dick than you!” I make sure every corner of the gym hears.

I stand above you, watching you pathetically writhe in misery. You’re the biggest heap of wasted flesh I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.

I grab your hair and haul your beaten body from the canvas your face a mess of swelling and cum, whip you into the ropes. Those thunder thighs barely keeping you upright, you bounce off the rope and stagger back towards me. So slow. So fucking sloppy. I step out of the way, and as you bound past, I wrap my arm around your neck. I’ve got you, I flex my bicep, locking in a sleeper…

North Star:

Your arms send me tumbling backwards, laying staring up at the lights, dazed from the face fuck, trying to catch my breath, panting, covered in cum. Coughing and sputtering, my body useless.

You grab at my waist stripping me of my posers, tossing them into the crowd, your mouth running endless. My crew laughing at the Ken Doll comment. I’m too far gone to even fucking care anymore.

I’m yanked to standing, a mess of beaten muscle. You whip me hard into the ropes, my body rebounding like a tank. I head for you, stumbling, my huge legs try and coordinate each move. You step to the side, from behind I feel your arm lock around my neck. Tightening by the second. I scream out “Get off me you fucking bitch, Those tiny little arms won’t do shit” my eyes wide as you pull me further back into your grip.

Stacked Sky:

The sleeper is locked in on this beast. My bicep flexing digging into your carotid cutting blood flow. You think you’re so fucking big but I know you can’t escape, not from me. Your huge neck is mine, your whole fucking body is mine. I tighten the hold - you start swinging your fists looking for freedom. I hang, riding you like a bull, knowing it’s only a matter of time. Your legs shake, your whole body shakes, and I feel your struggle getting weaker. Each second makes your muscles more useless, each gasp more desperate. You’re flailing now, your hands up clawing at my arms, trying to free your oxygen-starved head.

“How’s it feel North? How’s it feel to be helpless? You’re all fucking show, and you know it. You can’t stop it, can’t fucking stop me. You’re so fucked. You’re crumbling, pathetic, all those  muscles shutting down, worthless.”

North Star:

You’re still hanging off my back -  I stagger to the center of the ring. Your punk arm making short work of my neck. My head going fuzzy with your bicep riding my throat. I’m gasping, struggling for air as I flail about, but you keep squeezing, tighter and tighter, blood rushing from my head. My huge arms drop to my sides, swinging like they’ve already admitted defeat. My fingers dig at your forearm but it’s no use. You’ve got me, you’ve fucking got me, and we both know it. My eyes start to roll back, going blank, my mouth hanging open  searching for breath.

My useless body staggers, I feel my quads losing it, going weaker and weaker as they tremble with the rest of me. I hear your cocky voice make some other smart ass comment, but I’m too fucked to catch it. My vision blurs, this whole scene just a scrambled mess. You’re all I see now, your smug face looking down as the crowd roars, knowing I’m screwed. You’ve got me exactly where you want me, and you’re making damn sure everybody knows it. Seconds feel like centuries, everything slipping away from me. My limbs go stiff, go lazy, go limp as I give out. My quads let loose, and suddenly I crash down to my knees.

I’m totally wrecked. Totally fucking humiliated. Your huge arm is still locked around my neck, still choking the life from me as I collapse with you on my back. My mouth stays open, but no sound comes out. Just a pathetic gurgle as you wrench and flex, showing the whole place who owns who. 

Stacked Sky:

Even with that huge neck and all that muscle, you got nothing. Just a pathetic slobbering mess. You’re totally gone, spent, my arms making sure you know it. Your big gut hangs relaxed,  your arms swing like dead weight, you’re down, and I’m still fucking you up, my bicep taking just as much from your throat as my fat rod did from your mouth. Your body is blown up, your breath ragged as I keep on squeezing, keep on showing my dominance. The whole gym loves it. Every last one of them. Nothing but moans and gurgles as you struggle for any air, for any reprieve, for anything. You drop to your knees, and you know there’s no getting out. I’ve got you. I’ve fucking got you, North.

I relax the pressure from your neck slightly, whispering in your ear - “NOW JERK OFF THAT LITTLE KEN DOLL OR I WILL PUT YOU OUT.” You’re totally helpless, only me supporting you from behind. My huge arm is the only thing keeping you from crumpling totally.

North Star:

I can barely breathe, your sleeper clamps down on me like a fucking vise. I struggle, my chest heaving, every part of me weak. My face is purple, veins popping, twitching and drooling, my head spinning, my eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open, defeated sagging back into you, You’ve got me like you want me - at your mercy, completely in control. I can feel everything slipping away, your arm cutting off air, crushing me, muscles useless…

Your Ken Doll comment registers, I can’t, I won’t humiliate myself. With a yank of your arm the hold tightens…my body tingling on the edge of going out. No option, I eat my fucking pride, grab my dick and start stroking it, ashamed, totally owned I pump away, my crew in total hysterics…

Stacked Sky:

Goddamn, 260 pounds of pathetic bitch muscle pumping his little dick trying to get hard, what a view. Your Ken Doll cock swelling in your desperate hands. My free hand reaches down, latching onto your bitch tit and yanking that swollen udder, watching you flail. I barely need to squeeze your neck at all, you’re so fucking willing - you’ll do anything, just like the good little bitch I knew you were.

Your useless mouth gapes, letting out moans and cries, louder and louder as I work this tit whore to his edge. You aren’t doing shit except giving me exactly what I want. You don’t stand a chance, never fucking did. All that’s left is for you to roll over like the bitch I’ve made you.

Your body goes stiff, pushing back into me, jerking, twitching, your Ken Doll spurts like a porn star sending round after round to the canvas. You thought you were some kind of fucking hotshot. You sag in my arms for a moment until I tighten my arm around your neck. You twitch, you can’t handle shit, you panic grabbing for my hands. Wiggling around pathetically trying to escape, but we both know there’s no fucking way. Not with my arm locked tight like this. The place is watching, waiting for you to pass out so I can finish owning you. Your breath getting weaker, chest heaving, you thought you had fight left, but you’ve got fucking nothing. My bicep says I’m the fucking master, my bicep says goodnight, North. I watch you sag hanging in my arm.

 Out cold, your dead weight crumbles in my arms. I toss you to the canvas, nothing but a roided ragdoll. You don’t even twitch as you hit the mat, totally knocked out. The place is wild, this whole gym knowing you aren’t the big fucking deal you thought you were. You land on your side, one side of your face drowning in your puddle of cum, totally spent, totally owned.

North Star:

This punk has me totally under his control, fucking helpless.

I never thought I’d be at your mercy, but here I am, stroking my dick, pounding, pre dribbling, humiliated. The entire gym watching me get owned again.

Your bicep flexed on my neck, one hand slips to my tit.  “OH FUUUKKKK” --- I moan out, consumed with the tit abuse. My rod rock hard, eyes practically rolling back into my head, I twitch and jerk as spurt after spurt of cum splatters to the canvas, my entire body convulses while you keep squeezing. Barely here, almost out, the crowd howling, eating it up---loving you making a mockery of me. My massive body shaking uncontrollably as I shoot my load, muscles totally wasted, then I feel your grip tighten again, cutting off what little air I had, head spinning as I become a dead weight in your arms riding out my last gasps.

 I don't know how long I'm out, but I come to on my side in my own mess, drool and cum  under my cheek. Barely able to focus I look up to see your huge dick swinging inches from me…

Stacked Sky:

I kick you flat to the mat, your body limp, muscles useless. I grab your legs, spreading them wide, exposing that twitching hole. You offer little resistance, my massive hog now rock hard and dripping precum. The gym is in a frenzy, everyone crowding around to see what comes next.

I kneel down, lining up my dong with your hole. I grab your one leg, swinging it over, both hands locked on your top leg holding you in position, my huge dong bouncing, eager to break you. "This is what happens to all you roided-up fucks who think you own the place," I shout, making sure your buddies hear every word. I spit on my hand, slick it across my throbbing shaft then press the head against your pucker. Your hole quivers, your eyes roll back, already knowing you can’t take it, already knowing it’s gonna destroy you

"Wakey Wakey, North," I taunt, slapping your face hard enough to bring you back from dreamland. Your eyes flutter open then wide just in time to feel me ram my nine fucking inch powertool into your tight ass. The scream that rips from your throat is fucking beautiful…

North Star:

Humiliated as you use me, your huge sausage powering in my chute, shaft boring deeper into my chute punching at my prostate, opened wide, my brain dizzy, mouth hanging open while you destroy my hole.

My  body jolts with the impact of you splitting me in half. I can't get away, can't escape the brutal pounding as you grab my hips and drive deeper. My big muscles betray me, useless and quivering, as you fuck me hard. Your rod stretches me wider than I thought possible, my hole burning with every thrust.

"Please.....stop!" I beg, voice cracking, but you just laugh and push in deeper. The gym is going wild—my boys, my crew—all watching me get destroyed. The humiliation is worse than the pain.

Stacked Sky:

Goddamn, that’s all you are now. Nothing but a wrecked ass and a useless pump, exactly what everyone thought you’d be. The whole place seeing I've reduced you to this, everyone seeing I own you as I ram away. Just my cock and your chute, fucking your ego and your pride until there’s nothing left. I keep pounding, fucking swelling so tight, ready to dump in this pathetic beta muscle.

My fingers grab those big bitch tits using them as leverage, I yank them hard---amping up the pounding, my hips slamming back and forth as I piston fuck your roid cunt, leaking into your canal like crazy, getting that chute wet and slippery-

I THRUST,  Pounding  into your ass repeatedly--- I growl in ecstasy as my cock flares out inside you, my balls churn so hard, and then a massive load blasts into your guts---"UUAAHHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!!" I blast ropes of cum into you---each one a thick stream of my alpha jizz---each one blowing up your guts as everyone gets a view of your breeding.

Your hole clenches around my throbbing meat as I empty my hot load. I can feel every twitch and spasm of your ruined ass, milking my shaft for every last drop. My body shudders with the release, I grunt with each pulse of my cock. Your pathetic muscles tense and quiver beneath me, totally powerless as I breed you deep.

"That's right, take every fucking drop," I snarl, giving your ass one final brutal thrust.

I pull out with a sloppy pop, my seed immediately leaking from your gaping hole, running down your taint and pooling on the canvas. You lie there, a broken heap of muscle, panting and twitching. Your face is a mess of tears, sweat, and humiliation.

North Star:

You don't let up, your huge shaft ramming my chute, battering my hole, destroying me with each ruthless thrust. Dizzy, barely able to think, my brain spinning, my mouth hanging open, I can’t believe this is happening to me. Your cock punches at my insides, my body shaking, my thick muscles tensing and quivering. I thought I could handle you, but you're fucking wrecking me, balls deep. You go faster, harder, my whole body jerking and twitching, clenching around your monster.

"AAAARGGHHHHH...FUUUUCKKK!!!" I scream, my voice breaking. Your cock explodes inside me, filling me with so much hot seed, stretched and ruined as you keep pumping, breeding me - I can feel your load shooting deep inside me, coating my guts, marking me as yours.

You pull out leaving me empty and broken. My muscles twitch uncontrollably, all my size and power amounting to nothing. I can hear the crowd laughing. I lay spent and destroyed, as you stand over me like a conqueror. The gym is a riot of noise—cheering, laughing, phones out as they capture my humiliation - pointing at the cum puddle forming under my ass.

Stacked Sky:

I grab your hair and yank your head up off the canvas, forcing you to face everyone watching. The entire gym is on its feet, shouting and laughing. They know you’re finished and now you’re going to say it.

"Tell them who owns you!" I bark, demanding an answer as I pull tighter.

North Star:

Humiliated, I whimper and moan out “Skyler owns me…” my voice cracking with shame.

Stacked Sky:

"What's that, North? Can't hear you over the sound of your ass leaking my load," I taunt.

North Star:

"SKYLER OWNS ME!" I scream, the words echoing through the gym. The place erupts in laughter and jeers.

You release my hair with a shove, sending my face crashing back onto the canvas. I lie there in a puddle of cum and sweat, my massive muscles now nothing but useless trembling meat.

Stacked Sky:

"How's it feel to be the biggest loser in the gym, North?" I taunt, circling you. I nudge your side with my boot sending you onto your back. Staring down "All that juice, all those muscles, and this is what it gets you? A one-way trip to being my bitch - see you again loser.”

North Star:

I lay broken, stripped of my pride, every muscle battered. "SKYLER OWNS ME" echoes in my head. Your massive load still leaking from my hole, my eyes staring blankly up at the lights as your boots thud against the gym floor.

You grab your gear and head out, leaving me in a pathetic heap of cum. My crew yells after you, like you’re a goddamn hero. They're chanting your name.

Stacked Sky:

I grab my gear, jump down from the ring, my huge cum covered meat stick swinging, all eyes soaking in my fucking godliness. You lie there destroyed, another pathetic bodybuilder. I stuff my sausage into my trunks and make my way out the CHAMP. “Thanks for the workout pussies” I bark, storming towards the exit leaving a trail of chaos in my wake…

I'm fucking high, still buzzing from the way I dismantled that juice monkey in front of his crew. My cock is still half-hard, throbbing with the memory of North Star's pathetic ass clenching around it. My phone buzzes. I pull it out to see a notification – some asshole's already uploaded a clip of North's humiliation. Thirty seconds of his massive body trembling beneath me, begging and crying like a bitch. The comments are flooding in…

Published: 2025-05-21, viewed 375 times.