Ballbusting Fights

Magnus Flex: I step into the "arena". It's an underground fight club in an abandoned shopping center. Looks like it might have been a Sears at one time. The ceiling tile is hanging in a few place. The floors are strewn with debris. They've moved all the shelves and displays to the side and there's now a makeshift cage in the middle of the space - surrounded by a bunch of horny dudes - here to see dudes battle each other in no rules fights. Mine is the last on the card for the night. I watch as one of the fighters from the previous bout is hauled away on a stretcher. The dude is nude with his opponent's cum leaking from his ass. I saw the end of that bout. Fucking hot. They call me to the ring over a megaphone, "Standing 6'2" and weighting 280 pounds, make way for MAGNUS FLEX!!!!" I move toward the cage door - shoving dudes out of my way as I move through the crowd of fans. I'm decked out in a silver poser and boots - looking like the "good guy" in the bout. Getting some cat calls as I step into the "cage" - nothing more than a bunch of chain link panels welded together to make a box in the middle of the old show room. There are 4 spotlights around the cage - lighting it up. I flex for the dudes and then take a minute to adjust my junk in the poser- letting the dudes take in all 280 pounds of hardcore muscle.

Brutus: "And his opponent, the reigning champ, the bitchmaker and ballbreaker himself, weighing in at over 285 pounds of muscle, towering at 6'4, the man, the beast, Brutus!" The crowd roaring and parting as i stands over them. The look of hungry yearning to touch me, but a scathing scowl and they retract their hands. I get to the door, the retreating crowd revealing my muscular body, slight body fur, decked in red leather trunks, boots, bands and harness. Making a show of slowly strutting myself into the cage, giving as much opportunity to flex my arms and adjust myself as I walk inside the cage, sizing you up. Grinning, and pointing at your trunks "Silver.... Colour for the best loser." Smirking, raising my arms, matching your flex as a direct challenge to you. Strong closer, pinning my arms, my cock pulsing visibly through the leather. The crowd a swarm of feverish yelling in anticipation of the stay of the fight, and the ringing of that bell to start the biggest clash of masculinity these men ever dared hope to see.

Magnus Flex: You step into the cage - read leather trunks and boots - harness - built like a beast. Fuck yeah!! I'm already turned on. I start to bounce from foot to foot - making my pecs and my bulge bounce. You point and chuckle at my gear, "...Colour for the best loser." I take of my harness.  Don’t want to give you anything to control me with.  I stop and adjust my bulge - already thick and heavy in my poser - and then flex my biceps, "This what a loser looks like to you?!!" You match my pose and we glare at each other. The bell rings to break the stare-down and the men at ringside cheer. I step into the middle of the cage with my guard up - ready to throw down. We circle and I see my spot. I surge forward and charge your mid-section - trying to slam my shoulder into your gut and LIFT!!

Brutus: A hungry look in my eyes, my cock pinned to my thigh, clearly outlined despite the leather. "You'll look like one once you're choking on my c-" my words cut short as you change forward. Dropping one elbow to my front to guard, which reduces the impact of your shoulder into my core, but you're charging like a freight train and it does little to stop your momentum, though my staggering back does make it difficult for you to get the leverage to lift me. Approaching the edge of the cage, you getting a better angle to lift with each step, until my boot is planted on the cage wall making it rattle with the crash. You hoist me up with ease, but you realize too late that it's partly because I'm using the cage wall to vault myself higher and start raining my other elbow down into your muscled back. Just feeling your well build frame with each hit getting my blood pumping harder on my trunks.

Magnus Flex: My shoulder drives into your gut and I get one arm around you, but you go with my momentum instead of trying to resist it - depriving me of a huge slam on the cage floor... or even against the wall. Smart fighter. A couple of well-placed boots on the wall has you just above me - in a leveraged position. You start dropping your elbow onto my shoulder - driving 3 or 4 shots into the muscle. I grunt with each strike and quickly plant my palms on the cage and push off the wall. I swing an uppercut - aimed at your jaw - as I'm backing off. Pissed that you denied me my big slam.

Brutus: Beating down on your back and neck, reaching to try and grab your arm, attempting to get some sort of hold on it, only to get dropped with the force of your fist flying upwards. Lucky for me, it doesn't hit square. Just as well because with that amount of force and my own body weight, I'm lucky I'm just flung around crashing into the cage, slightly dazed, backing into and holding onto the wall as I shake it off. The crowd going off, though some just in shock at the hard hit you landed. Raising my fists. I'm taking this seriously. Realizing you’re a real fighter, a real man. Wiping my mouth with a sneering smirk, fists up I close in, a quick jab, faking a hook and instead swinging my knee up at you. Going for your midsection, but if you're close enough for a groin hit, all the better.

Magnus Flex: The men outside the cage cheer the fast action - right at the bell. This is an Iron Man match - 20 minutes. Whoever gets the most submissions during that time, wins the bout. So, we're going hot and hard to gain the early advantage. My uppercut to your chin is a glancing blow - not the haymaker I was going for. You jab at my head, and I block. I quickly fire off a hooking punch at your ribs, but you close with me - moving in tight. My punch lands, but it's short and doesn't do any real damage. You step to the side and swing your knee up into my groin - landing a solid knee strike - popping my heels off the cage floor. Pain and nausea grip my nuts and flood my guts. I immediately drop to one knee and cup my busted nuts as I let out a long low groan of pain. Fuck - should have been on guard for that!!

Brutus: My knee his that soft flesh, feeling your nuts crunch up into your body with enough force to lift you. You grunt and cry of agony are barely audible over the screaming crowd.  I strut around you, getting off on your man-pain, circling you like a shark, my cock rock hard, pinned to my hip in my gear. I dive at you from behind, wrestling your arms from cupping your manhood, forcing them above your head, grappling you into a kneeling full Nelson, wrecking your arms up, fighting with your impressive strength. I slide my legs either side of you and link my heels and squeeze your waist in my body scissors, alternating between crushing you and grinding my heels along into your cock, holding your arms tighter and tighter.  I try and pull you on my chest with me on my back to stretch you out, feeling my hard cock against your lower back.

Magnus Flex: My balls radiate pain and nausea into my core. My body feels leaden and sluggish. You easily pull my arms into a full nelson - trussing up my arms high and tight - then pull me to the canvas - locking your legs around my waist. Your legs squeeze into my sides. I try to flex my core to stave off the attack, but not to much effect. I feel a moment of relief as you let off the leg vice but then let out a howl of agony when you grind your heels into my already busted manhood. My eyes are squeezed shut and my face is lined with pain as you punish my nuts and then go back to squeezing your powerful thighs into my core again. I make a snap decision to give you the point vs let you keep punishing me like this. In between my cries of agony, I manage to yell, "I SUBMIT!!"

Brutus: Oh I'm loving every second. Feeling your and struggle as I keep tightening the hold, the way you try and flex your core between my thighs. Growling lecherously in your ear, humping into you, waiting for that right moment to nail and grind my heel into your nuts. Getting just the right spot on top then pressing them into package and feeling you buck desperately. But then, you submit. The crowd roaring, and I've got the round, but I can't help feel a little disappointed, hungry to keep you breaking for hours. But I sigh, give your boys a bit of a pulse and let you go, pushing you to the side as I get to my feet, arms up in victory, flexing my arms as I strut around you, foot on your back just to make a statement.

Magnus Flex: You shove me out of the hold. I flop onto my stomach - protectively clutching my fat bulge as I pound my free fist into the canvas. I groan into the canvas, "fuck, that was fast..." Still better to tap and lose the point then take the abuse when there's no escape worth the effort. The clock starts on the "recovery" between the rounds - only 90 seconds. You've got your boot on my back - showing off for the fans. I roll and shove your boot off me. I push up to seated and carefully massage my manhood - trying to work out the lingering pain. You strut around me - hitting poses like you're on the top of Mount Olympus. I set my jaw and get to my feet - backing away from you. One final check - adjusting my heavy silver bulge - fists back up and ready for the next round.

Brutus: I go back to my corner of the cage and pose for the boys. Then turn and lounge against the cage wall, smirking while I watch you. Biceps flexing above my head, deliberately showing off my throbbing cock in my trunks, not even needing to work my cock to get out raging. Just seeing you deal with that humiliating and emasculating ball pain is more than enough. I yell and flex my arms to get everyone's attention, grabbing my cock through my trunks "Don't worry, bro... I won't be letting you keep them on for long." Tongue out, cocky, arrogant and horny. Shaking my junk, yet ready to burst into action when the next round begin.

Magnus Flex: You stand across the cage - grabbing your junk and shaking it at me just as the buzzer rings. Your dick looks rock hard already. I've still got a low throb in my balls. Cocky fucker.... I step out of the corner - fists up - body in profile. We circle and I watch for my spot - I throw a couple jabs - not intending to hit, but trying to make you back up, then one quick step and I fire a super kick at your chin.

Brutus: Checking each jab, barely moving an inch, even taking a few hits with a voracious smile. But you read me well, I'm cocky, even arrogant, thinking you're backing up when you're just loading your kick. I'm lunging forward to get a clinch, only to take a hard kick to my jaw, sending my forward momentum off to the side, landing with a heavy thud on my hands and knees. Wide eyes and head spinning, stunned from the impact and shocked by the hit itself. I stumble a little when trying get to my feet and when I land again, I sweep my foot at your legs just to occupy you while I try and figure out where 'up' is and try to get to my feet enough to stage to the edge of the cage to help keep me upright.

Magnus Flex: The super kick lands with a satisfying crack and sends you staggering back and landing on your hands and knees. You scramble back to your feet, but I can see that you're still a little stunned from the kick. Your eyes are bouncing and you half stumble your way to the cage wall - trying to keep me at bay with a clumsy leg sweep. I go to swing a kick up between your legs - got a score to settle - want to flatten that big bulge of yours. Ready to lock on a front face-lock for a DDT.

Brutus: Your foot connects with my bulge and collects my nuts like a football, do l giving a meaty impact and lifting my hips. I yelp, and the crowd roars as I curl up, coughing. My pulsing cock visible through my trunks. I try and stand, over and over again, stumbling and getting caught in your hips. Kneeling and leaning forward, trying to pull your arm away from applying the DDT, groping around, clawing you, both hands pulling at your biceps,.

Magnus Flex: You reach and paw at my arm as I lock it around your head and crank on your neck - pulling you off your knees. I throw my free arm in the air and the fans cheer. I drop back - spiking the crown of your head into the canvas. I get to my feet and stand over you - face down on the canvas - enjoying the sound of your groans as you clutch your busted manhood. I give the fans a quick flex - don't want to waste time and let this opportunity slip away. I stomp the middle of your back as I step over and straddle your torso, I go to pick up one of your thick leather boots and pull it into a single-leg Boston crab. TY

Brutus: The crowd is stomping and cheering, chanting your name. My head is spinning, barely making it a step before you're on my back, quenching my leg up my back "Eearrrgh!" Flailing my arms, trying to reach behind me as you stretch my legs to their limit, my bulge pulsing with a growing wet patch, flagged to the crowd, showing off my arousal.

Magnus Flex: I ease my bulk lower and farther back - stretching out your back - trying to bend you in half backwards. Your cock tents your trunks to the max - vibrating from the pressure I'm putting into the hold. The fight fans start to chant my name, "MAGNUS! MAGNUS! MAGNUS!" I crank on your leg and yell over my shoulder, "TAP OUT, BRUTUS!!" Ready to turn up the heat if you resist....

Brutus: My body trying to fight back, flexing where it can, shaking as you slowly increase the leverage. "HNNAAARGHH!" not performative, not to sell the move, but because it's genuinely punishing me. Clawing at the ground, swiping for your feet blindly trying to grab them between flailing. Refusing to submit, but needing to accept i might have to. But this early? I'm not even giving this round away to keep it interesting... this guy is actually taking it from me. Maybe if I can hold out just a bit longer, or reach the edge to get a grip on something... anything.

Magnus Flex: You struggle in the single-leg crab - groaning and grunting in pain - clawing at the canvas and reaching for anything to grab onto. I grin as you resist the hold - your muscled physique is flexed taut and dripping sweat. "Not gonna tap, Brutus? Then it's time for some payback!!" Holding your black boot tight in my pit with just one arm, I raise my other arm in the air and then make a claw with my hand. The fans know what's coming and cheer their approval. I drop my claw down and grab your bulge in the leather trunks and SQUEEZE!!! I crush your nuts in my fist as the fans go wild. "HOW'S THAT FOR PAYBACK?!! YOU READY TO TAP NOW, BRUTUS?!!" YT 06:49

Brutus: You feel me panic when the crowd roars, me having no idea what's coming. Then your hand descends to my bulge. Just the impact makes me jolt, but I flex and man up... pity for me it barely started. I feel your hand clench, squeezing my balls. My eyes go wide, arms taught, splayed out. My cock raging, pre gushing into the wet patch on my trunks. I hold back a scream. Then there's the brutal yank, pulling and squeezing my nuts, and my body reacts before I can think "I GIVE I GIVE!" high pitched and squealing for submission, tapping out.  

Magnus Flex: You squirm and your body trembles from the ball claw - beating your palm against the canvas. You don't last but a second before you're squealing your submission and desperately tapping out. I give your nuts one more good wrench in my fist and then stand up to plant my boot on the small of your back and flex for the cheering fans. The MC's voice booms throughout the arena, "POINT TO MAGNUS. THE SCORE NOW STANDS AT 1 POINT TO BRUTUS AND ONE POINT TO MAGNUS!!" I step back - keeping an eye on you as the recovery clock starts counting down the start of the next round. I lean into the corner and casually adjust my fat hog in the silver trunks as I watch you struggle back to your feet. I grin and yell, "You ready for another round of abuse, Brutus?!!"

Brutus: After making me help like a pup and you finally let ghoul, i take a moment to recover, getting up, playing up being angry, but a good portion is genuine. Dipping my hand into my trunks and adjusting my boys as I walk it off. "Yeah, I am, thanks for volunteering to take it." My voice with a bit of a snarl, hiding some sort of manic grin as I wipe my face and get into stance. Circling, eyes fixed on yours, crouching slightly, ready to launch myself at you the moment the call is made to start the next round, and get my revenge.

Magnus Flex: The countdown gets to zero and the bell goes off. We're both already in fighting stance and circle with our eyes locked - muscles taut and ready for battle. I step forward and go to lock you in a collar-and-elbow, but the collar-and-elbow is a fake as I drop to one knee - trying to slide under your arm, around your side and up behind you. Shooting to grab you around the waist for a quick belly-to-back.

Brutus: Similarly minded, I clash with you, immediately lowering my centre of gravity, intending on using a hip toss. It's not flashy, but it's effective. Or would have been if you didn't collide right into me as I drop as well. You do manage Toto wrap your arms around my waist as we are both collapsing to the ground in a whirlwind of muscle and limbs. You on the mats, me sitting on your abs, my hands pulling at your arms as I feel you crushing me despite the suplex being robbed of the leverage abs height out needs to do damage. Me reaching for your ankle pull and twist, hoping it's break your grip.

Magnus Flex: We both move low - hoping to catch the other off guard. I manage to grab you around the waist as the two of us go down to the canvas in a struggle for advantage. The arena erupts in cheers at the chaos of muscle and limbs - on their toes to see who comes out on top. I manage to lock my arms around your waist and SQUEEZE - trying to lock you in place and do a little damage. You grab my ankle and twist - sending a jolt of pain through my ankle and knee. I grunt in shock at the toe lock and release my grip around your waist. I shove you away with both hands, as I pull my free leg back and stomp it at your lower back - aiming for your kidney to break your hold on my boot and get you off of me.

Brutus: Grouting my teeth, flexing my core, trying to stave off your crushing attack until you try and back and break away. Wincing as you stomp my back, wrapping my arms around your leg, but getting a bit of distance i don't want to lose. So I tick your leg under my arm, and roll, trying to twist your leg and roll you over with me, at least half way to you side and I turn, swinging my elbow down for your own kidneys as I kick my heels at the back of your head and try and get my calf around your throat, like some reverse 69 position, refusing to surrender my grip on your leg, and trying to shield myself from your kicking foot with my one free arm when it's not Lebesgue your ankle to stop you pulling your foot free.

Magnus Flex: The two of us rassle in a flurry of punches, elbows, kicks and locks on the canvas - trying to out-muscle and out-maneuver each other. You trap on of my ankles and try to maneuver your legs around my neck. I roll into your hold and lock up one of your ankles with both my hands. I go to plant the toe of my free boot on your bulge and press down on it to give me a little more leverage as I crank my ankle lock on your foot.

Brutus: Holding your leg tight, cross locking it and applying leverage and assuring you can't get it free. Cocky and smirking "Feel that boy?" Thrusting my hips to maximize leverage. It works for a moment, until I feel your boot come down on my tenting bulge. "Argh, fuck!" My hard cock pulsing against your toes, attempting to reach for your boot but needing to untangle my arms. Struggling and sliding down your body, finally freeing my hands enough to reach for your foot as your heel presses my nuts into the floor "EEEARRGH!" Trying to hook my hand under your leg as my other hand blatantly reaches between your legs trying to get a grip on your manhood.

Magnus Flex: My boot presses into your bulge - trying to mash your nuts. You quickly slide lower and grab at the offending boot and pull it off your bulge as your other hand paws at my package - trying to get a grip. I grunt as you fumble at my bulge and get a handful. "FUCKER!!" I let off the leg lock and my hand shoots down to grab your wrist and pull your hand off my manhood. Gotta get out of this dangerous tangle. I pull my free leg back and drive my other boot straight at your neck and head to break the holds, then go to roll away.

Brutus: The moment I feel your pulsing cock, my fingers seem the prizes, hooking you nuts with one finger then viciously pressing my thumb into your nuts. Getting hard feeling you tense up and squirm, even when I'm feeling my own balls pressed into the ground. Leaking when I make you yell. Searching for THAT spot where the chords connect, but before I can make you beg, I take a face full of your boot, but not before raking your nuts deep and hard, yanking the cord before they slip out my fist. My face flinging my head back then rolling up, choking, holding my throat and stumbling, gasping for air as I try abs find you with watering eyes.

Magnus Flex: My boot lands hard against your jaw, but you grip my bulge in your big paw and rip as my manhood as you fall back. I yell in pain and cup my package as pain radiates from my nuts. I roll up to one knee - still cupping my bulge - my face lined with pain. Fury at the ball shot ignites in my chest. I ignore my throbbing nuts and get to standing. I move on you as you're trying to get up and focus. Looks like that boot rang your bell. I reach over your shoulder and swing my arm between your legs - lifting you up for a body slam - flexing my arm bicep between your legs - trying to crush your nuts between my rock hard bicep and forearm and I lift and go to body slam you.

Brutus: My eyes shooting open as I feel your muscles arm slide between my legs and I try and scramble forward but your hold keeps me in your grip, hosting my body off the ground. Id try and get out, but your flexing bicep crushed my nuts, feeling them get ground as your arm slides back and forth over them, making me roar and kick, darkening as my cock continues to leak. One elbow swinging back at you furiously, the other reaching down for your trunks. If I can't get a grip on your nuts, I'll settle for a grip of your waistband, assisting if you slam me down, at least At least tearing off your gear.

Magnus Flex: You bellow and struggle as I lift you up - mashing your bulge in the crook of my arm as I hoist you up. Your elbow swings thuds into my neck as I invert you and slam you to the cage floor. Your claw rakes down my abs and hooks the top lip of my silver poser, pulling my ring gear down to my thick quads - hooking the poser just under my balls - letting my thick 8-incher swing free. The fans cheer and cat call. No time to fuck around with my trunks, though. Gotta stay on you. I pivot on the ball of my foot as I drop an elbow - aiming for your neck.

Brutus: Fortunately my grip helps right me so I don't land skull first, but landing on my back is still enough to knock the wind out of me. Looking up, gasping for air, seeing that saying shlong hanging over my face. By the time I piece together what's happening, you're already on your way to drop, but thankfully I get enough of a warning thanks to your trunks slipping from my grip to raise my arms to guard my upper body. So taking a sharp elbow just below the collarbone, both my arms wrapped around toes, swinging my knees up at your back and head from behind trying to get site back on my lungs as you lie on top of me.

Magnus Flex: My elbow thuds into your upper chest - driving the bulk of my 275 pounds into the top half of your meaty pecs. I lay across your chest and flex my bicep for the fans. All of a sudden, your arms wrap around my upper body and you swing your legs up to try to buck me off of you. I grab a fist of your hair with my upper hand to pull your head off the cage floor and slide my lower arm around your neck to lock-in a headlock as I roll to my knees - pulling you up with me. Trying to use my leverage to muscle you around in the headlock - flexing my arm tight around your neck and head to drive pressure into your skull.

Brutus: I start swinging my fist up into your side, blindly striking that hard muscle and ribs as you another me in your pit. Yelling into your pec as I try abs position myself to get any leverage. Trying to rip my body to get you off me to twist to get in my knees, but you're head and already kneeling. Forcing me to eat the canvas, my hand sliding along your back, down past your asscheeks, searching for your sack, but knowing you might feel it, and I've already tried that, I'm more than ready to dive my thumb in your ass to shock you and loosen your grip another way.

Magnus Flex: I muscle you back down to the canvas - trying to mash your face into the cage floor and keep you disoriented as my arm flexes around your head and drives more pressure into your skull. You fight back and try to struggle out of the headlock, but I've got the leveraged position. Your hand fumbles it's way down my back - pawing at my ass - with my golden trunks still wedged between my massive thighs and huge glute slabs. Surprise spreads across my face and I let out a howl of shock as you ram your thumb in my hole. A glob of precum slides out my dick - making the fans howl and point with excitement. You're able to take advantage of my temporary shock and shove my arm off your head. Pissed that you were able to take advantage of me like that, I spin around - up on my knees and grab you by your ears - going for a head butt to teach you not to fuck around with me.

Brutus: Scrambling away on my back, enough to almost get up on my knees when you take me by the head. Trying to keep my distance by leaning back, swinging my knees up at your nuts but only manage to knee your cock making is slap against your abs. flinging precum when I knee your dick. But it's nothing that will release me from your grip and headbutt. I manage to brace a little, a fraction of the force flashing, while the rest resonates with a stunning shockwave through my skull, sending me slumping on my back. Dazed, eyes blinking as I piece my world back together. If I were able to string a thought together, I'd be hoping the kick debilitated you.

Magnus Flex: The head butt knocks you back on your ass. I'm on my knees facing you - my cock is still out and almost fully hard as I glare at you. I think you tried to crush my nuts again but ended up stomping my dick into my abs - making it leak some more. I grab your boots and cross you ankles - then turn you over onto your stomach. I tuck your outside boots under my arm pit and go to sit down into a variation of the Boston Crab. Hoping this will make you tap.

Brutus: "EAARRRGH!" trying to twist my body and extend my legs to make it as hard as possible for you to complete this lock. My arms flailing, trying to hook my grip on your ankle in a desperate attempt to get you off balance. My swinging cock, hard and leaking, swaying as I struggle. Latching onto the cage and trying to pull myself out from under you.

Magnus Flex: You start to crawl toward the cage wall - looking for something to grab and use as leverage to escape the crab. I've still got your ankles crossed with your top boot tucked in my pit and controlling your outside knee with one of my hands. "OH! NO YOUR DON'T!!" I reach down with my free hand and grab your bulge. My thick fingers squeeze your manhood as I rise up for a second and drag you back to the middle of the cage - sitting back down in the modified Boston Crab. "TIME TO TAP, BIG MAN!!"

Brutus: The moment I feel your iron grip around my meaty orbs, I yell and fall face to the mats. My hands racing desperately. Trying to get to my nuts trapped in your fingers but then you yank them away from my body, half dragging me by my leg and half by my sack. My eyes bulging as my cock pulses, face dragged across the canvas until I'm in the centre, for all to see. Face pressed into the floor, you mounting my back, clawing my nuts as my yelling turns to yelping, chipping away at my resolve, grinding away with your burrowing thumbtips "EEAAARGH FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!" YT

Magnus Flex: I ease further back in the hold - pulling harder on your bulge - mangling your manhood as the pressure pours into your back. I call over my shoulder as the fans cheer. "GIVE UP, BRUTUS!!" My fist squeezes tighter - making your bulge squish between my thick fingers as my claw mauls your orbs. Sweat rolls down my body and onto you. My cock thickens to semi-hard and oozes precum as I punish your legs, back and balls.

Brutus: Bending my back, leverage my leg, and worst of all, grinding my nuts. My teeth clenched as I tense on the mats, until you tighten the grip on my balls. "EEAARGHHH!" flailing around, trying to grab your feet to bend your toes, your fingers drill into my balls and make me squeal like a bitch. Between the pain, humiliating and pure force on them, my balls leak precum profusely as my hard cock swings as you tug and crush my nuts. Barely holding on, what for, I don't know, but I need to give it all I've got, the fight getting drained out of me quickly, and soon, more than the fight will be drained out.

Magnus Flex: Your grunts and groans of pain tell me that you're close to tapping. I've got your legs locked up. I'm punishing your back and crushing your nuts in my fist. Your cock is sticking out your leather trunks - hard and dripping.. The fans roar their approval at my tenacity and your agony, and I decide to give them what they want. I let go of your balls and grip your dick - jacking it in my thick fist a good 8-10 times and then I release it to punch you in the balls a couple more times - making big stringers of precum fly out of your tip and land on the cage floor. The fans roar their approval as I grip your thick cock and go back to jacking it. "YOU GONNA CUM FOR THE BIG BOSS, BRUTUS?!!"

Brutus: My breath shuddering as you stench my leg, bend my back and grind my nuts between your fingers. Letting out a deep groan of relief then pleasure as you start working my cock. Even with you on my back my boss thrust uncontrollably. Couch pulsing and dripping. A moment of clarity when you let my dick go "Get... the fuck... of... m-" WHAM, and I lay put an emasculated squeal. My body was ring to curl up, but you keep me forced open to take knuckle punch after knuckle punch to my exposed and undefended balls. WHAM WHAM WHAM. each hit shattering chips off of my resolve and forcing out wads of precum as I bellow in pain. "STOP! STOP! ANYTHING! ANYTHING YOU WANT! STOP! PLEASE!" barely able to think, tapping out harder with each impact into my nutsack.

Magnus Flex: I switch back and forth between beating your off and beating your balls til you're rock hard and leaking stringers of precum left, right and center. You whimper from the jacking and squeal from the ball punches. Then you finally start furiously tapping on the cage floor - begging for me to stop. I lean back just a little bit more - pouring more power into the leg lock and then release the hold - letting your legs thud back to the cage floor. I stand and flex for the fans as they cheer the submission. I swagger back to a corner of the cage with my trunks still wedged below my balls and may glutes. My thick cock swings with each step. I lean into the corner and wait for the match to restart. I grin at the fans - give 'em a flex there and there. Then, finally get around to pulling up my trunks - stuffing my thick semi back into the silver poser - the best I can. 2 points to 1 with 7 minutes to go in the match. Let's see if Brutus can recover from that beating...

Brutus: Each hit, each squeal of pain, each cheer of the crowd has my cock leaking abs my body convulsing until you finally release me. The crowd breaking into a raucous roar as I rock backwards and forwards, cradling my aching nuts, wheezing and trying to breathe. I feel like a wounded bull in the desert, crawling to the edge of the cage with my nuts pulsing and my half full cock swinging like a baseball bat as I limp to my feet. Massaging my balls, trying to shake the pain off to no effect. I try abs shape up, and wince, folding over, rubbing my poor bashed balls and stand up again, fighting the urge to stay on the ground. I square up, my hands slightly relaxed in a goaler’s pose, and on the defensive, but keenly watching you as I wait for the signal to start the match, milking every second I can to recover and ready to counter when you make your move.

Magnus Flex: I lean in the corner of the cage - watching you try to recover. Your body looks heavy with pain and fatigue as you try to suck in some air. I'm ready to finish this bout off. As the clock winds down, I start to hop form toe to toe - my big pecs and bulge bounce as I keep my muscles warm. I'm hoping to take the advantage before you recover too much. The bell rings and I charge across the cage like a fucking bull - arms out and ready to grab, lift and slam you back-first against the cage wall.

Brutus: Time and time again I try ans stand, but the pain in my balls hasn't subsided, but it has given me a hunger for revenge. Playing up the pain, standing, looking unsteady. But I keep my eyes on your shadow in my peripheral vision, I listen very closely, and wait for you to charge. Full of power, but blind with hunger for the win and you take the bait. My muscles coiled, ready to strike as you charge, stepping back and letting myself fall while grabbing you clumsily by the arm and shoulder and pulling you forward, off balance, making you tumble while I swing my foot up, right between your tree trunk thighs, planting my boot up into your balls with a brutal kick. It would barely be enough to lift you off your feet, but with the combined force of me redirecting your momentum up and over, I go for a nut-punt monkey flip, throwing your over me and a sending your back upside-down, crashing into to the cage wall. By the time your head hits the mats and you half slump, I'm pinning you against the cage. Kneeling on one of your arms, sitting on your face, wrestling one leg with my arm around it, the hand diving into your trunks and ringing my fingers around your balls. Raising my other fist with a sadistic grin as I see your nuts bulging and you still dazed, not even knowing what's coming. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Merciless and brutal knuckle punches deep into your balls. Each hit making you lr body react, and harder for me to maintain the punishment, so I grip your left testicle between my thumbs and fingers and compress it, twisting, leaning pre with anticipation of making your scream like a bitch, but trying to hide any chance you have to surrender.

Magnus Flex: I charge across the cage at you like a beast - gonna bulldoze you before you can recover, but panic grips my guts. I realize my mistake too late. You evade my attack by gripping my hand - falling to your back and slamming the flat of your boot into my thick bulge. You monkey flip me up and over - slamming me back-first and upside down into the cage wall. I slump to the floor clutching my busted nuts as pain and nausea floods my guts. You're on me fast. I'm still upside down with the back of my head on the cage floor. You sit on my head and pin my butt and one of my legs against the cage. I grip the cage with one hand and try to shove you off me with the other, but my arms and legs feel weak and gassed out from the nut shot. I know I'm in trouble but didn't realize just how deep. You dive into my trunks, wrap your hand around the base of my nuts and then start pounding your fist into my balls with your free hand. I managed to turn my face to the side with you still sitting on my head. I scream with each punch and you viciously wail on my nuts. I'm my head, I'm screaming a submission. I the cage, I've got nothing but screams of agony.

Brutus: "Yeah?! That hurt, bitch? Huh?!" Grinding my knuckles into your balls, feeling them warp and distort with my cock pressing into your face, blinding you while I push your nuts to their limit. "Alright fucker, ya wanna play, huh..." each of my fists wrapping around a different testicle, trapping them fingers and thumb "Cum or crush, mother fucker! You're gonna cum, right fucking now, or I'm gonna crush your fucking balls to paste while I throat fuck you, GOT IT?!" grinding my thumbs into the core of your manhood, drilling into your boys bit by bit. Any hint of trying to stop my hands torturing your balls is met with cruel ball pulling, twisting and burrowing, finding where the cord attached and needling in with my thumb tip. Lifting myself a little just to drop a knee into your gut to end you and stop you being able to speak. Making a show of slowly lifting you up by your balls as I make them pancake in my grip.

Magnus Flex: You wail on my nuts - gripping them in one hand as you pound away at them with your fist. My cock pushes out the top of my trunks - thick, hard and leaking. It flops and flings precum up, down and sideways as you pound away at my balls. I can feel you grip each of my balls in separate hands. You mash, pull and dig into them with your cruel claws - making my cock surge to its biggest, thickest and hardest. You knee me in the gut - knocking the air from my lungs, and then settle even heavier on my head with your bulge resting on my face. I'm dying to submit and end the torture, but all I can manage is a low, deep, animal-like groan of agony. Another thick glob of precum slides out my dick before you start crushing my nuts in your grip as you make a show of lifting my lower body off the floor and cage. I grunt and groan in misery until you finally squeeze my nuts so hard that my cock erupts shooting 7 or 8 massive blasts of cum - coating your abs, my abs, your pecs and then finally dripping the last stringer of cum onto my pecs.

Brutus: "That's it, bitch, sing for us while I wring your balls fucking dry!" Compressing and twisting at i burrow deep into the core of your balls while your sack releases all the cum like it's being squeezed out of your nuts. Laughing as I watch and feel you empty yourself. "THINK HE'S HAD ENOUGH BOYS?" I yell to the crowd and they respond with a roar of cheers and calls to go harder. I lean down slightly, making sure to pull on your nuts while I do "Sounds like they want more, sucks to be you!" Yanking hard on your sack, your balls bulging as i turn you over, so you're lying belly down, face to the crowd, and my fist around your balls. I lift my knee, they cheer again, though you don't know why until my kneecap slams your nuts while your face is against the cage.

Magnus Flex: You give my nuts one more vicious twist and squeeze - making another shot of cum shoot from my dick. I lay slumped against the cage wall and floor - quivering in agony as you yell to the fans - asking if they want more and they roar back their approval. You tug on my nuts to pull me from the cage wall. I land on my elbows and knees with the thud of dead weight as you growl behind me, "....sucks to be you!" With your grip on my nuts - holding them as a target - tight and firm - you swing your leg back and smash your knee into my nuts - driving my face into the steel mesh of the cage wall. I let out another wail of agony with my face mashed into the cage wall and the men just outside screaming their excitement and approval. My face is lined with the misery of the nut torture - my eyes are squeezed shut with tears running down my face, I scream through the steel mesh, "I SUBMIT!! I..... SUBMIT.....!!!!!" YT 07:13

Brutus: Giving your balls a bit longer grinding, feeling the meaty orbs warp and compress . "D'awww, giving up already. Pity." I take my cock, tighten my differs around your balls and pull them to make them bulge while I lean forward, holding my rock solid cock and press and grind into your nuts add i hunker over you. Rhythmically thrusting, my dick sawing across your balls drinking in your yodeling howls of agony. Finally releasing you with a shove, wiping your face with your own cum abs stepping on you, flexing for the crowd as you tend to your beaten balls. Holding my cock and shaking it to the crowd roaring in victory. A saunter around the ring. Watching you and loving the cheering attention. Arrogantly learning in the corner, watching your pain, stroking myself as you crawl "Tick-tock bitch!”

Magnus Flex: You keep grinding my balls with my face pressed tight against the cage wall. You start grinding your thick rod across my nuts making me yelp and sputter with misery at each sawing stroke. You finally let of your torture, but not until you humiliate me by smearing my own cum in my face and stepping on my back as you flex for the fans.

Magnus Flex: You step off me and parade around - shaking your dick at the fans while you stop and flex on your victory tour of the cage. I lay on my side - curled in the fetal position as the inferno of pain in my nuts starts to fade. However, it's replace by a merciful numbness and a full body nausea. With the growing deadness in my balls I manage to get to my hands and knees to crawl back to my corner of the ring. At the cage wall I use the mesh to pull myself to standing, but the exertion brings the pain rushing back to my nuts causing me to double over - hands on my knees and shaking my head. I finally stand up in my corner - gripping the cage wall with one hand and trying to gently massage away the agony in my tortured manhood with my other hand. I finally manage to pull up my silver poser and gingerly stuff my cock back inside the pouch. The timekeeper uses his bullhorn to announce that, “The score now stands at 2 point to Magnus and 2 points to Brutus!!” The men cheer the competitive standing of the scores, but I'm not feeling so competitive at the moment. The timekeeper goes on to say that are two and a half minutes left in the match. If there's a tie when time runs out that we'll fight til the next submission. I take a few deep breaths and steel myself for another round of battle....

Brutus: "You could give up now boy. I'll let you get on your knees, and surrender. Maybe do a strip tease for the crowd!" Smirking as they cheer "Of course, you'll be choking on my cock and spluttering ink my cum, but you won't have to deal with everything else I'm gonna do to ya, cos I got a long list... we got rope around hedge, right?" Cocky smiling palming my still pulsing cock. "Alright, let's fucking go! Time to crush some nuts!" With my fists up, I lunge forward, feigning that I'm going for a one to your groin, waiting for your hands to dart down to protect your manhood, banking on the pain I've delivered to train your body to protect your balls before i shatter them again. But instead, my elbow swings for your neck as I step in. My foot hooking the back of your calf as I go to sweep it out and ram you with my shoulder, trying to send you on your back with my heel already dropping down for the core of your abs, or better yet, if the boys are undefended, right into your nuts.  

Magnus Flex: You taunt me - telling me I should just give up now - stoking the fury that's smoldering in my guts. I let you have your moment. I intentionally my head hang low with slumped shoulders as I steady myself on the cage with one hand and protectively cup my bulge with the other. I grumble under my breath, "Not a chance..." I've got some serious pain issues to settle with you. You palm your cock and go on about how I'm gonna choke on your cum. Fucker... The bell marks the end of the recovery period and you charge forward like a bull - yelling, "TIME TO CRUSH SOME NUTS!!" You think I'm gonna stand rooted and wait for you to bull rush me, but I plant one of my boots on the cage wall and surge forward, diving low and under your elbow. I drive my shoulder into your abs as I swing a massive pump-handle upper-cut between your legs.

Brutus: Booking my arm, and it falling short, closer to staying around your neck than striking it. The combined momentum from my charging and your kinking off the cage is enough to stop my body in its tracks as the air is knocked out of me and I fold around your upper body. My hips still moving as your arm swings up, impacting into my balls, and sending a painful jolt through my body. My limbs wrapping around yours as my legs give out and I try and pull you down with me as I fall on my back, trying to get you to land over me, nuts first into my knee with your body weight.

Magnus Flex: My pump-handle slams into your nuts and your body spasms from the jolt of pain, but you fight on. Your arms wrap around my upper body and you pull me down with you. You return the favor - positioning your knee iv between my legs when we thud to the mats - me on top of you. You hear my "Oofff!!" right in your ear as my nuts take the jolt from the impact. Pain flashes across my face but so much that I can't soldier on. As we went down, my arm slipped from between your legs and I grabbed a healthy handful of your big bull nuts as my hand slid out and I SQUEEEEZED - crushing your balls between my thick fingers right as I cocked my head back and CRACKED the crown of my head into your face.

Brutus: Landing on my back, feeling your nuts get impaled against my knee I hold your head to my chest, getting ready to apply a come as I grinds your balls. Then "AAAARGHH!" throwing my head back, screaming, bucking my hips as the crowd sees your sadistic grin as your fist captures and crushed my balls, shaking them just for more torment. Just add I'm jack-knifing up, my fist about to start swinging for your jaw, but you're ready for me, your soul slamming up into my jaw, flinging my head back and bouncing off the canvas. I see white. My world is a haze. The distant roaring of the crowd and the overwhelming agony flaring from my nuts as the audience watch your grip warp my balls further reach second, dimpling the flesh as you go hard on my manhood. Coming back already screaming, this time a higher octave. Hands scrabbling to save my balls, your upper body blocking my access. My primal panic taking over add I reach for your face on my abs, and start clawing and gouging at your face. In your eyes abs pulling up on your nostrils as I frantically swing my knee up, just feeling those alpha balls and leaking cock.

Magnus Flex: I shake your balls in my fist. My fingers crush your nuts so tight that your orbs are squeezing out between my thick fingers. You blindly reach down and go for my face. I try to swat your hands away but you strike home. You claw rips at my nose and then viciously rakes one of my eyes. I howl at the sting. My eye tears up - now red and starting to swell. I grit my teeth at the dull pain, and I growl with effort and determination as I torture your mangled manhood. I rise up to my knees - as I adjust my grip on your nuts - squeezing the base of your balls to bludgeon your nuts - using my knee like a sledgehammer. I hold your orbs in place with my grip as I swing my knee back and POUND it into your nuts, again and again and again!! I roar like a beast as the fans rattle the cage and scream their approval. Your cock flops thick and hard against your abs - letting out thick globs of precum with each meaty slap.

Brutus: My balls warping between your fingers has me panicked, a moment of relief as I gouge your face and for a brief moment the crushing pain ceased. I go to pull myself out from under your and extract myself, but I'm stopped by the tug on my nutsack, your fingers ringed around my balls and tanking them at the base, my pulling only bunching them tighter. looking down on time to see your cocky ass grin and knee swinging in and colliding hard with my nuts, mashing them into your knuckles and sending pre spurting onto my abs. Frantically threading, trying to kick my legs as you're knee pins one down while you're other knee repeatedly crunches into my balls. Screaming in a higher octave while I sit up and fall down. Teary eyes, my fingers futilely trying to guard my manhood despite the rain of pain you're inflicting. Each hit sapping my strength, feeding the crowd. My last ditch effort, I grab your wrists and pull on them, not to pull your hands away, but to try and headbutt your face before the next knee hits my nuts and sends me on my back again. Sweating, getting my balls owned, moments away from being your bitch but giving it everything I've got until you break me.

Magnus Flex: I keep slamming the point of my knee into your orbs – gripping and holding them in place by my grip on the base of your sack. Your high-pitch screams of agony and despair cut through the cheers of the men just outside the cage walls – looking on with excitement and lust. I hear the announcer yell through his bullhorn, “TIME HAS EXPIRED!!  THE NEXT POINT WINS THE FIGHT!!”  In desperation, you sit up slam your thick skull into my face. White pain flashes across my vision. My head snaps back. I let go of your nuts and give my head a shake – trying to shed the trauma of the headbutt as I check to see if my nose is broken. Rage roars through my body, and I fire a double open hand strike at your neck – crushing your adam’s apple and dropping you back to the cage floor again. I get to my feet – fury burning in my gut. I grab the heels of your boots and lift your legs up into a V. The men scream their approval as I lift my knee and start slamming the heel of my boot down onto your nuts with all the power I can muster – mashing your balls flat with each stomp. You thick rod jumps and flops chaotically – slinging precum left, right and center from my frenzied stomping.

Brutus: Choking and grasping at my throat as I topple backwards. Barely registering you holding my ankles as my head hits the mats as i crash onto my back. My watering eyes obscuring any chance I had to see what's coming. My cock thick up against my hip, my balls hanging like overripe fruit. And your boot crashing down like a sledgehammer, feeling that meaty crunch under your foot, making me squeal like a fucking stuck pig. Blindly pawing for my balls, your sole, toes and heel stomping, kicking and grinding my balls until you have them pinned to the ground, my whole bloody curling around your leg with my fingers under your foot in a desperate attempt to limit the medicines compressing and grinding of my testicles into the floor. The crowd breaking into roaring cheers, almost drowning out my desperate howling of pain. "EEEAAAAGGGHH!" barely able to process thoughts, let alone forming words, I can only tap out on your flexing calf muscles, whimpering like a dog, completely conquered by you. Looking up with crying eyes and a face wracked with agony, shaking my head submissively.

Magnus Flex: I grind your mangled nuts into the floor of the cage - twisting my boot back and forth to make sure that I completely flatten your orbs. You're howling like an animal with tears running down your face and pawing at my boot and calf. You start to desperately tap out on my calf. I look down at you with a malicious grin on my face, "Oh no you don't, Brutus. You're gonna squeal your submission so that all these men can hear it. I stomp your nuts 3 more times - making that thick rod of yours jump and bounce. Still holding your boots, I stop and look out to the fans at the cage walls and nod my head. They scream in excitement - expecting something big. Then I leap and tuck my boots as I drop - aiming my knee at your balls - 280 pounds of muscle drops like an anvil - driven straight through my knee down into your nuts - completely flattening them. I grind my knee back and forth on your nuts and scream, "SUBMIT, BRUTUS. SUBMIT!!"

Brutus: The sickening CRUNCH of my nuts getting slammed be your kneecap mashes me squeal like a pig, jackknifing up, my face twisted in pure agony "I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! EAAARRGHH! PLEEEASE!" screaming out, my face turning pale, barely able to stop from passing out as you viciously grind my stones into the floor while I kick and thrash, screaming into your muscular chest as you claim my balls as your torture toy. Learning so much precum you might think I've blown my load, but each press to my nuts just forces pre from my balls. They might even have shot if you weren't blocking off the cumflow. Completely surrendered and submissive, my arms wrapped aptness you not like a fighter, but like a submissive lover. Defeated, knowing that my body, my manhood, is your toy for the rest of the night; in the ring, around the club, in locker room, or even taking me home. I've been conquered. You're victorious. And I'm yours. "I submit...I submit..." begging in your ear, not that I'm trying to hide it, but I barely have the strength left to scream.

Magnus Flex: Your submission is somewhere between a scream and a groan, but loud enough for the men outside the cage to hear. They erupt in cheers and anticipation of what's to come. The dude with the megaphone announces, "The final score is Brutus - 2 points and MAGNUS - 3 POINTS!!" I grin as the men rattle the cage and roar their excitement. "MAGNUS..... TAKE YOUR PRIZE!!" I slide my knee off your nuts and flex my biceps. Sweat drips off my body. I'm spent but riding an adrenaline high. The men start to chant my name as I return my gaze to you. I grip your knees to hold them apart and I start to nudge your balls with one of my knees in rhythm with the chant, "Let's see if this fucker's balls still work enough to blow a load!!" Each nudge with me knee gets a little harder - making you grunt as your kick flops and slaps at your abs and hips - slinging more streamers of precum as it bounces. My knee keeps thudding into your nuts harder and harder until I'm brutally slamming my knee into your boys, "Come on, Brutus. Show Big Magnus what you've got!"

Brutus: I'm just left panting, trying to gather my composure as the men in the crowd roar at my defeat and your victory. Jolting with a grunt as your knee slides off my balls, grinding my nuts as you flex. Your knee landing and pressing on, light at first, my cock preprimed with hard wrestling is already dripping precum on my abs. I keep having to force my hands away from my balls, knowing the punishment for stopping you will be far more intense. The power landing into my balls gradually escalating, forcing helpless yelps from me which just fields the horny dudes watching. Before you're even half way, I'm on edge, clawing at the canvas, trying to turn my hope as your knee mercilessly hits its target over and over. My breathing raising rapidly, arching my hips even though it just lands the knee harder until I hear your voice and my cock starts erupting ropes of cum, almost completely missing my abs and straight onto my chest and face. Breathing heavily expecting you to stop... but you don't. That knee continually blasting my balls while I shoot, and not stopping after I'm empty. By the time your knee is stroking with heavy force, my body rants to fold up, and my cock gone from blowing my load, flopping around flaccid, and after those cruel knees, my cock is inflating once again. I try and cover it, wanting to hide it from you and the crowd, concerned that if you, or they realize you've got me so horny I've got more loafs in the tank, you won't stop.

Magnus Flex: Your body convulses and bucks as you blow your load in mighty, far flung shots of cum - splatting onto your pecs and your face. I chuckle and grin, "LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT A GUSHER, BOYS!!" I stop ramming my knee into your nuts and your dick goes flaccid but just for a moment. I set my jaw and start grinding my knee back and forth against your nuts - still holding your knees apart with my hand. Your cock stiffens back up in a couple seconds. I grin at your embarrassment - watching you try to cover up and hide your hard-on with your hands as you try to squirm away from me on the cage floor until your head hits the wire mesh of the cage wall. I take the pressure off your nuts and stand and step out of my trunks - giving my thick cock a couple strokes to get it fully hard. I grab one of your legs and lift it up as I drop to my knees - pulling your leg over my shoulder as I line up my cock with your hole. "You ready for Big Magnus, BOY?!!" I slam my cock into your hole with one dominant stroke.

Brutus: Eyes rolling and panting as you strip. Trying to regain my composure. Getting trapped in the corner of the cage feeling you wrestle my leg into prime power fucking position. My head slamming up into the cage wall as the crowd cheer, my shocked face up against the bars, struggling to breathe as you penetrate and invade my asshole. My body flexing, tensing up to deal with the violating pain. Trying to breathe through it. Each thrust is like your cock is forcing blood into my own, pinning it from the innate as my dick flops until rigid with my nuts making it drool pre as they roll around as my hips lift, trying to retreat from your dominant topping cock.

Magnus Flex: I start slamming my cock deep in your hole - rocking your head and face against the cage wall with each forceful stroke. I'm holding your leg against my chest with one of my arms, and grin as I reach down with my other hand and grab you balls in my fist - giving them a powerful squeeze with each potent thrust. "LET'S SEE IF THIS BOY'S ORBS HAVE ANY MORE JUICE FOR US!!" The men rattle the cage just on the other side of the wire mesh screaming, "BLOW!! BLOW!! BLOW!!"

Brutus: Your piston fucking my ass establishing your dominance with each thrust, but that grip on my balls tells me in no uncertain terms that I better TAKE it. Freezing my body in place as you keep slapping my ass cheeks with your thrusting hips. But it's when your thumb comes down, pressing my balls against your finger knuckle that you break me and my will "FUCK FUCK FUUUUAAARGHH!" My ass clenching around your cock as you grind my nuts and start getting them ready to have another load crushed out of them.

Magnus Flex: I grunt with each meaty thrust against your thick glutes - grinding your nuts in my fist as I pound and pound and pound. The men outside the cage keep chanting as they slam their fists against the cage. Your ass squeezes tight around my thick rod making me let out a low deep groan of animal lust - pumping harder and faster. You cock surges thick and hard - slapping against your ads - flinging stringers or precum again as your dick rocks to the rhythm of my thrusts. I keep pumping and pumping - mashing your head and face against the cage wall with each drive until I throw back my head and roar in ecstasy- squeezing your nuts with all my might as I climax - making your cock blow at the same time. The men scream with animal lust as I start to fill your hole and then pull my cock out to finish with 8 huge splashes of cum - landing on your face, chest and abs. Your cock erupts as your nuts empty again - adding to my cum storm with your own thick globs of cum slinging from your cock - splatting all over your face and chest. I finish and drop your leg - panting deep from exertion and taking in my handiwork. I slowly rise to standing with you still laying at my feet - covered in both of our loads. I flex my bicep and slide my free hand down my cum slick cock to gather the excess spooge andfling it down onto your head. I grin and grunt, "You're mine now, son!"

Brutus: My voice a non-stop wailing and niacin as you mercilessly knead my nuts, keeping me captive and unable to escape your hard ass fucking. Using my balls to make my glutes clench, turning my body into your personal sex toy. I'm screaming against the metal grates of the cage, seeing the hollering men mocking me, trashing me, a few even rubbing their bulges to where my face is pressed up. As you get closer to climax, your grip tightening and my screams turning into agonized squeals, so high when you crush the cum out of my nuts, it's just whimpering silence as I convulse with spurting cum ropes tortured out of my sack. You drop me, and I slump into a heap, clutching at my aching balls. "...yours..." a gasping, gagging coughing fit "... y.... yours. " rocking back and forth drenched in sweat, cum, defeat and humiliation.

Magnus Flex: I stand over you, chucking at how I reduced your powerful, muscled body to a pile of quivering jelly. I give my cock a couple casual strokes, "This how it's supposed to be, son..." You grip at your busted balls - your face still mashed into the metal mesh as the dudes outside the cage taunt and mock you. One horny bastard is stroking his dick and blasts his load through the metal mesh - landing a couple sloppy globs of cum on your face. I grab our trunks from the cage floor and pull you up to your knees by your hair. I wipe some of the cum off your face with your trunks and then stuff them in your mouth. I flex my bicep and growl, "Let's go, Cum Bucket! You've got some work to do!" I grab your hair again and pull you to your feet. I swagger out of the cage - pulling you along behind me. The men start chanting my name, and I roar, "MAKE WAY FOR YOUR CHAMP AND HIS NEW SEX TOY!!" I cut through the throng of fight fans with you staggering and stumbling along in my wake.

Brutus: My mouth gagged with my own trunks, the tie chord pulled out and lassoed around my sack like a leash as I stagger behind you, hunkered over and pulled by my balls as a reminder of type victory and ownership of me. Humble, humiliated and beaten dry, i have to accept my place as your toy and please and pleasure you, at least for tonight. It just. It's ego shattering. But at least I know its a man that deserves my submission and service. END

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