BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

The arena lights suddenly cut out, and a bass-heavy entrance theme began to rumble through the floor like a localized earthquake. Amidst flashes of blue strobes, the man emerged from the darkness at the far end of the ramp. From New Japan Pro-Wrestling: Daisuke Sekimoto. Standing 5'9" and weighing in at a massive 265 lbs. He wore plain black wrestling trunks, black knee pads, and black boots—completely devoid of any ornamentation. This simple gear served only to emphasize the terrifying reality of his abnormally developed physique. His latissimus dorsi muscles, gleaming dully under the spotlights, looked like solid bedrock. His massive pectoral muscles, polished with oil, surged with every heavy breath he took. Without even a hint of a smile, he fixed his sharp, predator-like gaze on the ring, focused solely on victory as he made his slow, deliberate advance. Each step he took foretold the destructive collision of power about to unfold, sending the crowd's anticipation to a fever pitch.

I'm in the back locker room, hear the heavy bass start to overflow the arena and the back locker room where I await my turn to enter. Won't lie its pumping me the fuck up as I bounce on my sneakers, big muscular hairy pecs bounce as I pop my neck and clench my fists tightly as I'm raring to go, the enthusiasm ripples through my body as I hear them call me out to the ring as my music hits as I come charging out from the back bouncing up and down, the spotlights move to me showing off my incredibly hot and sexy 6'2 frame and 219lbs muscular ripped and shredded body as I strut down to the ring in my tight cyan trunks, sneakers, green leather wrist bands, backwards trucker hat a necklace that hangs down my neck resting between my big muscled pecs. The crowd cheering at me as they eye up and down my handsome good looks and big thick muscled body. I see you in the ring as I smirk getting excited to tear into this big piece of muscle meat as I climb in and stretch out keeping my eyes locked on yours........

 

In the center of the ring, the 120kg Sekimoto and the 99kg Yerger face off at close range, sparks flying between them. Breaking the silence, the referee declares the special NHB rule: "First to Cum Lose"—an unprecedented condition for victory. For a brief moment, a look of bewilderment crosses Sekimoto’s face. But it vanishes instantly, replaced by a deep-seated obsession with victory as the eyes of a serious competitor ignite. Without a word, Sekimoto extends his thick right hand, offering a handshake to his opponent.

I stand in front of you raising my eyebrow and seeing your big body as I smirk not intimidated by you whatsoever.....as you extend your hand out to me, weary at first but I extend my hand out going to shake it my new opponents hand to greet him........"Let's have fun big man" as we shake and I start to circle you as I lunge towards you to test you out some but jump back and continue to circle showing my agility and swiftness as I bounce on my toes and stretch out my tall muscular frame as the crowd look on and admires my sexy good looks........

Sekimoto tracked Yerger's agile steps with the sharp, piercing gaze of a predator locking onto its prey. The moment Yerger stepped into range, Sekimoto’s powerful arm cut through the air, firmly snatching Yerger’s arm. He jerked him inward with brute force, dragging him into a forced collar-and-elbow tie-up. "You're not getting away...!" Sekimoto’s thick arms and log-like quadriceps swelled to their absolute limit. Concentrating his overwhelming 120kg mass into a single point of pressure, he drove the tall Yerger toward the ropes with sheer, relentless power.

You grab me and bring me to the ropes as my broad back leans on them as I lift my knee up and ram it into your gut hard as you step back as I hear you grunt out.......I follow up with a hard elbow driving it to the side of your head to knock you back to give myself some space from you......I jump up on the middle rope facing you, seeing you stumble around after those hard hits as I wait for the right opportunity and jump up and drive a hard shoulder tackle to you BAMMMMMM..........

"Gah...!" A sharp knee strike gouges deep into my solar plexus, forcing a cry of agony from my throat. Before I can recover, a heavy elbow smashes into the side of my head. "Ngh...!" My 120kg frame reels, my vision blurring as I stagger back. My plan to crush him with sheer mass is falling apart against his precise combinations. As he launches a shoulder tackle like an arrow from the second rope, it hits me dead center. "Agh...!!" I groan as I'm sent crashing onto my back against the canvas. He’s completely seized the momentum, and I find myself forced into a desperate struggle early on.

My tackle takes you down hard to the mat as your big body lays face up staring into the lights as I walk around you stalking you as I lift my leg up and slam it down onto those big pecs of yours and then repeat it a couple more times with the last stomp making sure I dig my heel in hard......BAM BAMM BAMM BAM BAMMM..........I see you convulse and your body jerks upward after each hit as I start to break down your pecs........I walk over to your legs, reaching down to grab your right leg up as I can't help but have an evil grin on my face as I drive a hard knee down onto your inner thigh WHAMM.......as I look out to the crowd as they gasp then another knee driven harder into the same spot as I hear you grunt out as I toss your legs down seeing you whither in pain............

"Agh...! Gah...!!" My massive chest plates ripple and bruise under the relentless weight of Yerger’s boots. Each stomp sends a jolt of agony through my body. As if that wasn't enough, he forces my legs apart and looks down at me with a sickening, evil grin. "St-stop it...!" I try to protest, my voice cracking, but he shows no mercy. He drives his knee directly into my groin with a ruthless knee drop. "Ooooohhh!!" I let out a beast-like roar of pain, my face contorting as I writhe across the canvas, clutching my crotch in pure agony. The announcer's voice screams through the arena: "Unbelievable! The mighty Sekimoto is being systematically dismantled from the very start! A low blow to the vitals! The Japanese powerhouse is in deep trouble, completely unable to mount a defense!!"

I see you swaying side to side in pain as I laugh "you looked tougher big boy but now I see your all mass, so let's see how much punishment you can take" as I kick your hands away from your chest as your big body exposed and wide open.........your big pecs a little reddened from my earlier stomps.......I lift up my long leg but this time I stomp down hard into your gut BAMMMMMM really digging in my sneaker!!! I hear you scream out in pain and agony as I laugh "far from done breaking you down big boy" as I lift my big arms up and FLEX HUGE for the crowd as I face out to them.........they cheer with excitement as I smile wide and step onto your chest, standing there for what feels like 30 seconds as I keep flexing and put all my 219lbs bodyweight down onto your beaten pectorals as I hear your moaning under me as I continue to laugh.........

Yerger’s sneakers sink deep into my abdomen, gouging into my abs. "Gah...! Aaagh!!" Every impact sends a jolt of agony through my core, my screams echoing throughout the arena. I clench my teeth, grunting "Nn-ngh...!" as I desperately flex my rectus abdominis, trying to maintain a wall of muscle. But his relentless stomping, concentrating all 99kg onto a single point, begins to break my body down. Under the systematic assault, my once-hardened abs turn a dark, angry red. The iron-like tension starts to fail; my muscles lose their elasticity, gradually turning soft and vulnerable under his crushing weight.

I jump up and down onto your big beaten pecs crushing you underneath me then I step down off you as you roll side to side in pain "stop your bitch moaning big boy, I don't weigh that much" hahaha...........I bend down and grab your hair and drag your big body to the ropes where I drape your head & neck on the middle rope. I hold onto the top rope and press my whole body down onto you making sure I choke you hard as I stare out into the crowd as they watch me work the big boy on the ropes........i put my thick muscular leg over the back of your head to force you down more on the rope to ensure I choke you with the most pressure I can............

After mercilessly stomping my pectorals into the mat, Yerger grabs my hair and drags me to the ropes. He drapes my throat over the second rope and, gripping the top rope for leverage, puts his entire body weight onto me like a public execution. "Guh... gah...!!" My face flushes deep purple from the lack of air, and the sound of my gasping breath echoes through the ring. To make it worse, he places his muscular leg on the back of my head, using the extra pressure to drive the rope even deeper into my windpipe. I am being slowly choked out, my features contorted in agony. As the systematic dismantling continues, Yerger looks out at the crowd, wearing a cold smirk as he flaunts his complete dominance over me.

The second rope digs deep into my thick neck, mercilessly crushing my windpipe. With my oxygen cut off, my face swells to a dark, angry purple. "Guh... gefu...! ...Ugh, ah...!!" Ragged, desperate groans that barely sound human leak from the back of my throat. The composure of my 120kg frame has vanished. Under the inescapable pressure, my well-trained muscles lose control and begin to twitch and spasm uncontrollably. My massive pectorals and arms ripple with irregular tremors, and my eyes begin to roll back into my head as my consciousness wavers. Yerger’s persistent weight on the ropes is driving me into an abyss of despair unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I lift my leg off you as I show off to the crowd as they cheer and chant my name seeing you laying on the rope almost completely out of it as you start to drool out of the side of your mouth. I keep showboating and flexing for the crowd big arms show off in the lights as they accentuate every ripped shredded muscle. I look back to you as I watch your body spasm and twitch as I come to you and slap your face hard "You done already big boy? I thought you'd be tougher than this!!" as I shove you backwards as you hit the mat hard looking up at the lights as I lean on the ropes disappointed.....

I lay spread-eagled on the canvas, staring vacantly at the rafters with shallow, ragged breaths. My bruised, discolored chest ripples weakly, and broken groans leak from my lips: "...Ah, gah... ugh..." My consciousness is a hazy blur. But my spirit isn't broken yet. I reach out with trembling hands, clutching the ropes to haul my massive frame back up. My knees are bucking and my footing is unsteady, but I lock my eyes onto Yerger. "......Oooohhh!!" Screaming with what little strength remains, I swing my still-intact right arm. Putting every ounce of my 120kg weight into the strike, I launch a desperate, soul-searing clothesline aimed straight for his chest.

I watch you taking in breaths, seeing your beaten chest puff up and down each time you take in air but your bruised......your damaged...........your hurt......and I hear your painful moans and groans expel from your mouth every breath you take as I know your pain as I smirk knowing I caused this. I see you reach and grab hold of the rope to slowly pull yourself up, mustering the last bits of your energy and strength to mounter some kind of comeback as you extend your big arm and go to clothesline me as I easily duck under it, your attempted comeback a fail, easily dodged as your launch into me forces you down onto your knee. Your winded and hurting and I can see how much it hurts you to take in breaths as you can barely hold yourself up. You struggle to get up to your feet and as you try to recover I don't hold back as I charge at you and ram a huge knee to your face hard and fast WHAMMMMMM.......

I put everything into that clothesline, but Yerger coldly slips under my arm. The momentum sends me stumbling, and I drop to my knees, gasping for air: "...Gah, haah...!" I am completely exposed, my lungs burning with every desperate breath. I struggle just to stay upright, but Yerger doesn't give me a second to recover. He charges in without an ounce of mercy, driving his rock-hard knee straight into my face. "Guohh...!!" The impact explodes through my skull, snapping my head back with violent force.

Yerger’s ruthless knee strike catches me flush in the face, the dull sound of the impact echoing through the arena. My 120kg frame is sent flying like a piece of scrap paper, crashing down near the turnbuckle and landing flat on my back. "……Ah, gah…… ugh……" My eyes wander, unable to focus, and hollow groans escape my twitching lips. Blood drips from my nose, and my face—the face of a warrior—feels horribly distorted from the violent force. The announcer's voice screams: "Oh my god! Sekimoto’s face looks completely crushed! It was like a high-speed car wreck! He was blown back into the corner and hasn't moved an inch! Is the Japanese powerhouse done for!?"

I see you hurting after that hard knee to the face as I just keep smirking devilishly at the sight of the big man, entered in proud, strong and tough and being reduced to a whimpering, beaten, broke down pile of mangled muscle meat as he's taken hit after hit after hit as I continue to break him down piece by piece making sure he doesn't forget the beating that he took today. I watch as you lay on your back dazed.......stunned.......barely able to breath.........wrecked and bloody as the crowd in awe and shock of what they just witnessed......

I am barely clinging to consciousness, my spirit finally buckling under that devastating knee to the face. Lying flat on my back near the corner, I stare vacantly at the ceiling, the only sound being my ragged, shallow gasps: "...Haa... gah..." The arena falls into a stunned silence. Yerger approaches me, savoring the sight of my ruin as he moves in to finish what's left of me. All my strength has evaporated; covered in blood and sweat, my body is nothing more than a broken target under his absolute control. The crowd watches in horror, sensing the imminent end of the Japanese powerhouse as an eerie, chilling silence takes hold.

Lying there like a corpse, I force my body to move with a tenacity that defies belief. Pushing off the canvas with trembling arms, I plant my hands on my knees and slowly, unsteadily, haul my massive frame back to a vertical stance. "...Zee, gah...! ...Ngh, ugh...!!" My shoulders heave with every ragged breath, blood dripping from my lip, but my eyes remain locked onto Yerger’s midsection. Betting everything on one final escape from the brink, I focus every ounce of my remaining nerve into my legs. I charge like a bullet. My 120kg body becomes a human cannonball, launching a desperate, all-or-nothing shoulder tackle straight for his gut.

I slowly come towards you seeing how badly I've wrecked you as I can't help but have an evil smirk on my face as some of the crowd who feel sorry for you throw you a towel or their shirts so you can clean yourself off.......as I turn to them shouting out "he doesn't need your sympathy or your pity, he got exactly what he deserved" as I angrily throw some of their items back out to them......keeping my eyes off you but I turn around and hear your grunts only the next thing I know is your big body rams into my ripped abs driving your shoulder into them as I grunt out loud as we both fall to the mat as I roll away from you holding my abs grunting out in pain "you fucking bitch!!".........

I refuse to let the writhing Yerger escape. Clinging to my fading consciousness with a singular focus on victory, I wrap my log-like arms around his waist from the front. My 120kg strength roars to life as I crush him in a bone-snapping bearhug! "Nnuuuu... Ooooohhh!!" In the center of the ring, I hoist his body up and begin to shake him violently up and down, stripping away any hope of escape. With every squeeze, the air is forced from his lungs, and his handsome face contorts in pure agony. The announcer's voice is at a fever pitch: "Unbelievable! Sekimoto, who looked like a corpse, has crawled back from the depths of hell! It's the deadly bearhug! The statuesque Yerger is screaming inside Sekimoto's cage of flesh! Is this the start of a massive comeback!?"

You grab me up as you wrap your big arms around you and lift me up and squeeze me tightly against you as I grunt out arching my back as you pull me in more to you pressing and squeezing me harder. My big arms fall to my side as you grunt out and squeeze me with every ounce of your power you have left. i have to fight back, can't let you gain the advantage so I throat punch you to try and daze you, not knowing if that truly had any effect on you but I know your hurting from all my previous attacks as I clench my fists pissed I let you get a couple moves on me then I punch the side of your head to daze you BAM.....then again BAMMMM........I hold onto your head with both my hands and hold it in place and WHAMMMM headbutt you hard to stun you so you let me go!!.........

As I crush him in my bearhug, Yerger resorts to a desperate counterattack. Even while being squeezed, his fist drives sharply into my throat. "Guh, hack...!" My breath hitches, and my grip on him momentarily falters. Seizing the opening, Yerger’s eyes burn with rage as he rains punches down on the side of my head! "Bam! Bammm!" With every impact, my consciousness begins to fade to white. Then, he grabs my head with both hands, locking it in place before delivering a brutal, jarring headbutt. "WHAMMMM!!" The sound of the collision rings through the arena. My brain rattles inside my skull, and the sheer shock forces me to finally release my hold. I collapse forward, my knees hitting the canvas hard. I stay there, hunched over and reeling from the dizziness, desperately trying to keep my vision from spinning out of control.

My attacks hit their mark as you drop me down to the mat as I hold my back pissed off that I let you do that to me......stretch out as I get up to my feet. I see you dazed and stunned as your body been beaten down as you take in breaths as I hear you gag and choke as you struggle to breathe. I laugh and am raging as I see you collapse forward and hit your knees as the ring shakes as the crowd silent and not knowing what to expect next. They can't believe what they are seeing......"I know when you walked in here big boy you didn't expect this kind of beating but that's what you get and now to end this" as your on your knees dizzy and swaying side to side trying to keep your vision intact.............I slap my big thick muscular long leg then I spin around and drive a hard kick to your face as your stunned and fall backwards hitting the mat with a big THUD!!!.......

Yerger’s rage has reached its peak. Mocking me as I struggle on my knees just to draw a single breath, he slaps his long, powerful leg. It’s the signal that the end is near. My vision is spinning, and I can barely keep myself from swaying. In that defenseless moment, Yerger unleashes a spinning kick that connects flush with my face! "BAM!" The heavy impact rings through the arena, and my consciousness snaps. My 120kg frame is sent flying backward with no resistance, crashing into the canvas with a bone-shaking thud. I lie there, spread-eagled and broken. The announcers are screaming: "It’s over! A cold-blooded strike from Yerger! Sekimoto is down and out! He's not moving an inch! The arena has gone silent. Has the Japanese Tank finally been silenced!?"

I stand over you and stomp my sneaker onto your battered and beaten pec meat as I dig into them harder lifting my big arms up and FLEXXXing HUGE as the crowd in shock and stunned are silent at first as I continue to show off over your wrecked and knocked out body but slowly they start to count.......1..................a couple of them start off everyone unsure if they should participate but they look around at each other as they start to get into it and get to their feet as they see me standing over you and showing off my impressive muscular frame..........sweat dripping down off me onto you..................2....................as the crowd gets more into it finally realizing what they saw in front of them and they love seeing your brutalized and beaten in the ring..........

Just as the crowd was about to roar "Three!", the referee stopped his count and waved his arms. He was reminding everyone that this wasn't a standard match—the only way to end this was through the "special rule." A murmur of confusion, quickly replaced by a sense of twisted anticipation, rippled through the stands. I lay there on the canvas, gasping for air, looking up at Yerger through a haze of pain. I realize instinctively that in this ring, where normal rules don't apply, what comes next is beyond physical destruction. It’s the total violation of my dignity. My 120kg frame shudders at the thought.

"Fine big boy, time for more punishment then" hahaha as I reach down and peel off your trunks and rub them all over your face humiliating you and letting you take in your own scent then I pull them off and toss them out to the crowd as they fight for it..........I grab your legs and spread them as I pull them back as I sit behind you locking you in a tight spaddle. I hear you scream out in pain as your stretched out wide giving the fans in front of you the full frontal view as I reach around and smack your little cock over and over again as you scream even louder from the pain and the humiliation......."Remember big boy you asked for this!" hahaha.........then I grab your dick and start jacking you off, not wasting anytime and pumping that dick of yours faster and faster "Come on big boy submit that load for me, I know you fucking want to".........

Yerger’s sadistic assault is systematically dismantling what's left of my dignity. He rips my trunks away, rubbing the fabric over my face, forcing me to inhale the scent of my own sweat and grime in a total act of humiliation. Exposed and vulnerable, I am forced into a bone-stretching spaddle from behind. "Ah... AAAAAAGGHH!!" I scream as my hips are wrenched apart. But Yerger shows no mercy. With my body fully displayed to the gawking crowd, he rains down slaps on my vitals. The pain is agonizing, but the crushing weight of the shame is even worse. Then, his hand grips me directly. He begins to pump with a relentless, punishing rhythm. The sensation starts to sear into my brain, and I realize with horror that "defeat" is approaching in the most primal, humiliating way possible.

Under Yerger’s relentless friction, my iron will finally snaps. My face, which has withstood so much physical trauma, melts into a mask of helpless pleasure. My eyes roll back into my head, losing all focus. "Ah... hngh...! Aaaaahhh...!!" The roars that once shook rings are gone, replaced by pitiful, ragged moans leaking from my throat—the sounds of a man losing the last of his dignity. High above, the giant arena monitors broadcast a brutal close-up of my 120kg frame collapsing under his touch, surrendering to the sensation. The crowd watches in a mix of voyeuristic frenzy and stunned silence as the "Japanese Tank" loses his grip on reality. The man on the screen is no longer a wrestler; he is a broken target, being systematically conditioned into a state of pure, primal ecstasy.

Seeing you on the big screen watching your expressions turn from pain and humiliation to horror and despair and finally to lust and ecstasy as I nod and yell and the cameraman to pan in more to show off my big hand stroking and jacking off your dick harder and faster. Letting you know that your at my mercy and you will submit and your load to me any second. "Come on big boy, you know you can't resist me, you know you want to blow that pathetic little bitch load of yours don't you?" as I feel you lean back into my muscular hairy pecs and I lean in and whisper into your ear, "Submit to me boy and blow your loser load" as my hot breath invades your ear adding more humiliation to you then I nibble on your ear lobe and pump and pump and pump that dick of yours with so much intensity and force.

The giant screens leave nothing to the imagination, broadcasting a ruthless close-up of Yerger’s massive hand pumping me with relentless speed. My 120kg frame has gone limp against his hairy, muscular chest, my senses overwhelmed by the heat of his breath and the friction that refuses to stop. "Ah, haaa...! ...Agh, nnghh!!" The dams of my reason have burst. The sharp nip on my earlobe combined with the high-speed friction in this inescapable spaddle is too much. My hips begin to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. On the monitors, the "Japanese Tank" is shown with his eyes rolling back and saliva trailing from his lip, standing on the very precipice of a climax that means total defeat. The announcer's voice trembles: "It’s over... it has to be over! There is no trace of the warrior left in Sekimoto's face! Everything he is as a wrestler is being drained away by Yerger's demonic touch!!"

Finally, the moment of total collapse arrived. Under Yerger’s merciless, high-speed friction, my massive frame was pushed far beyond its breaking point. "AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!" With a throat-shredding scream, my 120kg body arched violently. Inside Yerger’s grip, a thick, hot torrent of white fluid erupted—forceful and seemingly endless. The spray coated his massive hand, splashed across my bruised and battered abs, and rained down onto the mat in a humiliating display. Every muscle in my body spasmed in sync with the intense release, my thick pectorals twitching uncontrollably as the last of my strength drained away. My eyes rolled back, losing all focus, and saliva trailed pitifully from my lip. The giant monitors broadcast the ruin: the "Japanese Tank" was gone, replaced by a man completely broken and conditioned by pleasure, forced to expose his most private defeat to the world. I could only let out weak, hollow pants: "...Haa, haa... ah... ugh..." I was nothing more than an empty shell.

I feel your body spasm and twitch uncontrollably as I hear you grunt out loudly as it echoes through the arena as the giant screens go close up on you, your face changes expressions within seconds from pain.........humiliation......agony.........defeat.......and finally as you blow that huge load that's been building throughout the match......it coats my big hand as well as your abs and pecs and shoots out in front of you leaving a big wet stained mess as your eyes roll back in your head as you fall back into me slumped and defeated.....I slap your cheeks "GOOD BOY GOOD BOY!!!" as I let you go out of the spaddle and shove your big broken body forward as you hit the mat like a ton of bricks into your puddle of cum as you lay there naked and moaning as I get up to my feet as the ref raises my hand in victory as I flex my free arm showing off my massive thick bicep.

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