MUSCLE MARINE:

As I deliver my last fatal blow, snapping his neck while still having a tight grip on his head, I feel something stir in my tight compression shorts. Too bad, this fight with this last pussy was too quick. But something snaps me from my euphoric state of success. I hear loud clapping behind me, and a sinister laugh. 'I know this laugh' I think to myself. It sends chills down my spine. And I am not sure I want to turn around and see who it is.

I drop the dead lifeless body to the ground with a loud thud and straighten up. I hear the clapping get closer, and closer, almost at the cage's entrance. I turn around and... GASP...

YOU? HOW? THIS IS..." I am tongue-tied, choking on my thoughts as the medics rush all around and behind me to carry the corpse at my feet out of the cage. The arena is slowly emptied, making most of the people go out, leaving just a few...

BAKOF:

I learned back when I was fighting in Africa that the best way to take down your opponent was with an attack that didn’t give the enemy time to react. A quick, effective strike to carefully chosen spots on the body would bring the man down, leaving him defenseless, at which point it would be easy to finish him off for good. It always worked. And it will work for you, too.

"Good to see you Max", I chuckle as my face gets serious again.

A quick move forward before you have time to recover from your surprise. Elbow to the temple, knee to the ribs, and as you bend forward, a quick strike with my elbow to your neck. You should see your face—that look of shock, pain, and frustration as you realize the power of my strikes. I wonder if you hate yourself now?

"Hey Max, what is it? Not happy to see me after all this time?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

The words barely come out of my mouth and my eyes barely adjust to you coming in from the dark... that you unleash at me. The medics are still in the cage, getting out slowly with the body that your elbow lands on my head, then that hard knee followed by that strike again to my neck, cutting my air for a couple of seconds.

I stumble backwards, slamming into the cage's wall. Shocked. I take a better look at you and you look so fucking hot, ripped, built better than before; better than the last time I saw you. I swallow hard and have a deep down gut feeling this fight won't be an easy one for me.

BAKOF:

"Seems that all that time in prison made you tougher, at least judging what you did all these poor guys. But tell me boy, why do I have a feeling you it didn´t turn you tough enough?" My voice is mocking as I spit on you. "I mean, look at you. Squirming already before we even had time to begin", I laugh loud and then again get serious as I spin around and aim a kick.. not high into your throat as you probably expect, but into your knee cap. A loud cracking sound tells me something might have broken. "Well, what is it boy?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am lost from the get-go, unable to piece things together. Still thinking how you are here, what you are doing and why, as you start walking up to me, threateningly, mocking me and then all I feel is my knee give in and snap under me, taking me down hard. "Fuck you." As I am on all fours now, trying to get up again. As I get to my feet, I lunge at you, and slam a hard punch to your gut, only to land on the most impressive set of abs I have ever seen. I swallow hard when my fist lands with just a thud and provokes a guttural laugh from you as you roll them teasingly.

BAKOF:

"See buddy, you are not the only one here who has worked his muscles". After taking one and half steps back I straighten my body and spread my shoulders to make my pecs to bounce in front of your surprised face. "You like gut punching? Let´s play with gut then". I bend forward just enough so that my shoulders dip downward as I lunge forward, pinning you against the cage wall with my broad, muscular shoulders. My knee shoots up off the ground, slamming into your abs again and again until I step back.

"They are tough, I admit but are they tough enough?", I mock you as I see you gasping for air.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I drop to my knees again, clutching my core. I groan as I see you flex and tease me more, rolling your abs and then suddenly tightening them. "Fuck. What is happening?" I just killed a guy with a single punch and here I am being on the receiving end. I think to myself. I reach up and out, and my hand lands on those perfect abs that are hard as stone. I hear you laughing as you grab my hand. I look up but its too late, as you twist my arm and force me to my feet, although my knee is on fire. It seems it didn't totally break, but has a severe crack...

BAKOF:

"I am used to talk with my friends when I see their eyes. We are still friends, aren´t we Max?", I keep on mocking you as I twist your arm and pull you closer to me. "So what about those abs, I see you have them quite ripped". I send a hard blow into your gut, still holding you up by your arm. "What is it, Max?". My second uppercut lands on your upper gut dangerously close to your solar plexus as my grip of your arm stays tight. "Want a bit more?", I laugh and sen my elbow into your ribs, release my hold of your arm and shove my knee into your gut. "Are they getting any softer?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

Everything happens so fast, so calculated, not giving me any moment to recover or retaliate. Your hits flow, like an expert. I drop to my knees again, coughing, almost puking. I feel a tight grip on my heart in my chest. I am almost going to cry. 'This is not happening... Impossible. Not when I am this close to that asshole.' I think. I look up, as you get closer, take a deep breath and jump, aiming a hard punch to your jaw, in a sort of uppercut...

BAKOF:

You are so predictable, you act just as you were taught to do. All I need to do is to raise my hand, wrap my fingers around your approaching fist and block your blow. The surprising part comes next as I close my fingers around your fist, tigh , increasing fast the pressure on your fragile thin bones of your hand as I twist your arm, all the time more and more until I force it into unnatural angle. "Never asked you if you can sing. You can do that now. SCREAM if you want!", I laugh as I slide my free hand between your legs and snap a good firm grab of your bulge. "I can help you with that". My fingers squeeze your trapped bulge hard.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I suddenly feel my arm trapped and barely have enough time to adjust to what is happening that I feel it being twisted and stretched taught in a weird angle. I scream from the pain coursing through my limb, and my fingers in my fist being crushed. I can even hear two of them snap in your grip. My whole body trembles. But barely have time again to adjust to the burning pain before you reach in and claw at my balls. 'FUUUUUUCKKKKKKK.... NNNGHHHHHHHH....." I am done. I am on my tip toes now. 'How? How did I end up like this so fast?' I try to reason with myself. I shake, not only screaming but now dancing it seems while you laugh, and make all those honed strengthened muscles pump and tighten.

I am at the same time burning from the pain that is slicing through me. But also being turned on by the sight of a beautiful black muscle god in front of me - the same brute I once destroyed but seems to be ready for everything I got to throw at him. He is playing me like a fucking violin, tuning me to his song now.

BAKOF:

Old memories of past events start flooding back as I watch, amused, how you take your dance steps, looking somewhat flustered. You’ve always been quite a peculiar man, because I don’t remember ever meeting anyone else who, in the midst of a painful moment of struggle, would get so aroused that his cock would stiffen into a steel rod. “I guess you need to get your ass kicked in a different way,” I chuckle darkly as I lift you up by your balls, still holding your fist in a tight grip. “Let’s do it your way then, let’s put the marine to the test,” I mock you as my knee slams into your abs.

You fall like a heavy stone with a loud thud onto the canvas, writhing in pain. I bend down slightly, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and ripping them off you. You’re a strange white man anyway, since you have a cock almost as big as a black man’s, which you’ve no doubt used to discipline your opponents and entertain all kinds of sluts. Today, I’m going to put that nearly 10-inch, veiny cock and the ass on the other end through a real test.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Fuck you." I spit at you, trying to summon some strength to resist the pain you inflicting in my hand and through my balls being crushed in your grip. I try to grab your wrist and squeeze it to make you let go of my balls, but no use. I ball it up and punch you in the face, but I am at a bad angle and doesn't land with desired effect. I hear you mock me, and my whole body tenses more. I swallow hard. This is not good. And I am getting hard as you rip the shorts off me and snap grab my junk again, this time balls and cock together.

BAKOF:

"What is it marine man? A junk like that should easily handle a little touch like mine. What I have heard you were not too gentle with your opponents when allowed them to taste your tools". I increase the hold of your balls and cock pulling your body closer as I move my face next to you as if I am going to give you a kiss. Our gazes locked, there is a moment of silence like anticipating something to happen, whem I all of the sudden hit my forehead into your face and let you fall down on the canvas. I see you glaring at me when slowly, almost teasingly, I strip in front of you showing my best friend,, my anaconda to you. "Remember him? Missed him?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look up, from my flat state on the floor, balls on fire and fist with three broken fingers pulsating with pain. I swallow hard when I see you pull off your clothes, revealing what I remember as a brutal black club that ripped me apart. This should not be happening again. It cannot. It will kill me. But I see you smiling then laughing as you see my body tense and I try to crawl away no my back. But away is only to the edge of the cage, to the iron wall.

BAKOF:

"Marine man, I am disappointed. Anyone could think you are not happy to see me again", I walk around you, allowing my thick soft cock to swing back and forth in the air, between my legs. Your eyes are staring at it, there´s no doubt of that. "Oh, don´t worry marine boy, it will get bigger and stiffer. ONLY FOR YOU", I start to laugh loud as you watch my giant anaconda growing larger in front of your eyes.

Your mouth drops wide open watching my anaconda reaching it´s full 12 inches size as I grab you by your broken hand pulling you closer to my groin. "Wanna touch it or prefer to have it deep inside of you already?. Your decision marine boy", I ask as my other hand snaps a grab of your jawline forcing your head to get just few inches distance from my cock. "Open your mouth and daddy will drive the horse into the stable?" MWUAHAHAHAHA

MUSCLE MARINE:

I reach up with my good hand and slug you in the balls, making sure my fist connects hard with them. This is not what I was expecting - it was supposed to be easy... end the fighters, win, get a meeting with that coward, and then... end him. Alex played me dirty back in prison - he needs to pay. But the situation I am in now seems to be a very sticky, bad one. I pull away from you while you nurse your balls, but I am still not in shape to get far, nor is the cage door open - locked from the outside by those pesky medics who dragged the corpse out. Will i be the next one dragged out of here? I swallow hard as I see your eyes fill with rage fire.

BAKOF:

Something that tells about your Marine background is that you’ll fight to the bitter end, no matter how hopeless it may seem. And that’s why, in a way, I forgive you for the blow that lands squarely between my balls, hanging low, causing me to double over in pain. But we both know that doesn’t change a thing. It won’t save you from what’s about to happen. My cock knows it and swings heavily and eagerly from side to side as I walk up behind you. You’re on all fours on the floor, on your knees, as my hand grabs a grip between your legs, squeezing around your manhood and lifting your entire lower body off the ground as I start dragging you back to the center of the cage. “We still have business to take care of, Marine man!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I reach over one side with my arm and slug you in the cock and balls again, stinging you - just enough to let me go and drop me moaning and groaning. I have never been so brutally manhandled before. I try to crawl away again from you, getting to the cage wall. I grab the iron and pull myself up to my feet with just one good hand. I turn around and lean against the iron wall, watching you bounce your pecs and make them wave. "Business? Did the coward send you too?" As you get closer, I lunge at you, slamming my good fist into you gut, but my fist bounces off. I try again, a bit higher and get you square in the solar plexus... 'Jackpot' as you tumble back a couple of steps. I am relieved and hopeful again.

BAKOF:

You fight exactly as I remembered, using dirty tricks. I break your grip on my junk, and you finally get to your feet, punching my body like an angry kid, eventually aiming for my solar plexus. I double over, coughing, and my body shakes... until I straighten my back and laugh loudly. "You're so predictable." My massive, over-12-inch cock swings from side to side as I lunge toward you, lifting my knee high. Combined with the momentum, the blow hurls you toward the steel mesh wall of the cage, leaving a dark purple mark on your abs and bending your body forward. My fist is already on its way toward your temple, finally knocking you to the ground in a semi-conscious state. "Yeah, business, you know what I'm talking about," I chuckle as I place the sole of my foot on your exposed balls, stomping them against the ground.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I curl up in pain, holding my side. 'This is not happening.' I try to reason with myself, in my mind. But the hits keep on coming. I feel like vomiting now, and as you pull back for just a second, I spin towards the cage wall, grab it and try to pull myself up. Turning around towards you, I lunge at you, desperately trying to aim a punch to your jaw. But you stand tall, strong and confident, taking a step back, I miss, landing my punch at your hot rock hard abs again, and I drop to one knee. "Fuck. How?" I say to myself under my breath. I am scared now. This has never happened to me, unless I am drugged which I am not. Is this guy really the end of me?

In a desperate act, I reach out, and grab your balls tight under that monster cock that is swinging wildly. I claw at them and squeeze them hard, trying to make you wince and drop to your knees, maybe that will level the playing field for now.

BAKOF:

I fall down on one knee and moan loudly after your dirty move. "you seem to have some obsession with my balls and cock. are all marine guys that hungry for a good anaconda?", I finally hiss as I aim my fist between your swinging balls. "Since you like to play with balls, taste this then", my calm voice has no emotions as I repeat the punch.

MUSCLE MARINE:

All I can do is moan and groan loudly as your massive fist lands hard on my balls. Although I got a good grip on yours, it is not enough to weaken you. Your fists land with precision and almost devastating effect. My whole body tenses and my hand releases your balls. I convulse and drop backwards, hitting the cage wall. I cannot even reach in to grab my balls to nurse them. My arms feel paralyzed and weak as you punch again another time my balls. I lift a foot and kick you in the chest, pushing you away from me. I grunt as I curl up in fetus position. I look at you from the side of my eye as I see you walk around, flexing at the crowd that is not there anymore.

That sight makes my cock betray me as it stirs in my shorts, and gets hard. I must admit you are a sight to behold, but I won't let you go through with this. I won't lose as I try to summon some strength and get up... to face you again.

BAKOF:

"That's enough! You fucking marine man." I get up from my knees and lunge at you, wrapping my arms around your hips and lifting your body from the canvas. Your elbows are hammering my back, trying to hurt me enough to release you, but I don't care; I couldn't care less. This is just not any fight; this is a question of honor and pride. And you have a big part in all that. I slam your body against the cage wall with all my strength, and as soon as you land against it, I swing around and aim a high roundhouse kick into your chest, trying to fuck up your sternum.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Things are getting suddenly more brutal, rough... real, as you grab me, slam me hard against the cage and the next thing I I feel is your foot land on my chest. I spit a large gob of blood at you, as I feel my chest compressed to the iron behind me. I am really worried now. It seems my hits have no effect on you. Is it because you are driven? Or are you really that strong? I try to reach up with my good hand to grab your foot at my chest still pinning me hard, but its no use. All I feel it just veins, and corded muscles on your foot, and on your calf.

BAKOF:

My dark eyes are sparling with anger and determination. I know Alex is watching this all through the cameras, and I will show him I am a man to trust, I won´t fail him. I grab you by your jawline with my left hand lifting your face up. "Look at me marine man, look at the man who will destroy you for the last time. This time for good," I spit my words to your face as my right hand balls into a fist when I hook it backwards. In an instant I send blows into your gut, ribs, chest. They come fast as if I were some kind of machine, a machine built to kill. I don´t give you a moment to fight back, to struggle until I stop. "Almost forgot the last one." My voice is low and threatening as I send an uppercut aimed into your solar plexus and finally release my hold of your jawline. "How was that marine man? Still thinking of my anaconda?".

MUSCLE MARINE:

My body does not belong to me anymore it seems as you use it like a punching bag. Your tight grip on my jaw denies me any chance to pull away as your punches land hard with precision. You almost break my ribs, and then cut my breath with that shot to my solar plexus. I choke as you let me go. I had lost my stiff hardon during that assault only to have my cock plump up again in my shorts when you mention your cock. "What are you doing to me?" As I drop to my knees hard, coughing, almost choking, trying to breathe.

BAKOF:

"What am I doing to you? You have some fucking problems with your ears?", I bitchslap the side of your head. "Or do you have some problem to understand my words?", I bitchslap your face again, harder this time. Your lips split open and blood spatters through the air. "Pay more attention when I talk to you. I don´t like to repeat myself". Grabbing you by your jawline again.."and look at me when I talk to you!" I shove my knee into your face hard, the impact is enough to send you down on your back. "I won´t kill you - not yet - someone might want me to do in front of him", I spit on you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you grab my jaw again and send me down on my back, I reach out with my good hand, pry it away, grab your fingers and try to bend them backwards. I try to lift a leg and kick you off me, but I suddenly feel your other hand snap a tight claw at my throat, squeezing and lifting me slowly again to my feet, and soon, off the floor. My legs dangle and I try to kick you in the chest.

BAKOF:

"Did I ever tell you how much I like it when they struggle? "That's the best there is!" I chuckle as your poor attempt to kick me in the chest just makes me laugh. "But I must admit you are stubborn and have some stamina. Unfortunately, that won't be enough to save you." Holding you in my tight grip I hammer your head against the cage wall over and over again until I see the shine in your eyes slowly turning down until your gaze begins to wander aimlessly. "I think you are ready for the next step, to recognize the facts." I release my hold of your throat and let your body to drop down on your knees. "Is little marine man a bit dizzy?", I chuckle as I force your face open and shove my eager anaconda into your mouth. Placing my hands on your face, my thumbs on your eyes.."One stupid move and you will feel my fingers in your fucking brains".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am genuinely scares shit-less as you drop me, and giving me no time to recover, you grab my head tight. Your fingers strategically placed to blind me if I tried to fight back... as you now slide your massive length into my throat and start face fucking me mercilessly, choking me. I have never felt the need to breathe as much as now, and scared I might never get air.

BAKOF:

I am surprised. I must admit that. You don´t struggle back, you are not trying to do any nasty trick but accept my cock deep into your mouth. I know Alex is probably jerking off watching all this happening, and why not? This is not something you see every day. Once so brutal and tough marine guy, MUSCLE MARINE, as they call him, is on his kneed taking my giant 12 inch anaconda into his mouth. Tightening my hold of your head I thrust my cock all the way into your throat. You gag, gasp for air, panting, probably suffocating. I could end your miserable life here but I remember Mr. Cava´s precise instructions: bring him defeated but alive. I pull out my cock from your mouth and let you fill your lungs with air.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take a deep breath as soon as you pull out. Looking up quizzically, I wonder why you didn't already kill me, since you have the advantage now. My good hand lands on your thigh and feel how hard it is. I have no choice again but to take in your cock deep into my mouth and throat, and I feel you leak deep inside.

BAKOF:

Your face is a mess: precum and some kind of foam getting out from your mouth as you try to recover your breathing. "Max, right? That´s your name, right? You perfectly know nothing would bring me more pleasure than to suffocate, choke you with my anaconda and finally snap your neck, but there is someone who wants to do that by himself, probably. And I have a strange feeling you know who he is." I start to laugh loudly looking at your miserable face. "So, don't worry. I am not going to kill you unless you give me no other options." I fill my lungs with air and hope you did the same thing as I shove my cock back into your stretched throat. This time you seem to cooperate much better and take my schlong all the way into your throat without gagging at all. "Good boy, but don't make me cum. I have more for you".

BAKOF:

Alex is is probably watching since the camera lens starts to fog up as the heat rises inside the cage. He can see I have subdued Max just as he wanted.  I just hope my wild instincts don’t cause me to lose control. I know Alex wants Max alive. He thinks Max belongs to him, and only he can destroy him for good. I was right. The next I hear his voice through the earpiece implanted in my ear: “Don’t kill him—fuck him to death if you must, but don’t kill him.” Hehehe, Alex seems to be worried. And he should be.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am forced to, against my will, to take your cock again in my throat, choking and gagging on it. Every time I feel my throat getting used to the girth, you push deeper and I struggle again. Saliva, foam and loads of pre-cum fill my mouth and airways. I cough around your cock but that only makes you laugh. I am spent now, so instead of fighting back, I try to ease my way, and obey a bit, to regain some strength. If I strike now, that will be the end of me. But I look up, with a look of inquiry and worry. I know something is not right. If you wanted to end me, you could have. There is nothing stopping you, especially in my weakened state. But something is keeping you back... But what is it? What could be holding you...

BAKOF:

You have obviously something going on in your mind when you all of a sudden stop struggling and seem to cooperate like a good slut letting me to shove my anaconda all the way into your throat. It's even more; you are sucking it, using your tongue, running it on my shaft. I don't know what it is you are planning, but one thing is clear: you are pushing me fast over the edge. But if that's what you want, why not. I pull out my cock from your mouth and thrust it all back. My nuts rise in my sack as I feel that flow, that makes my body shiver as I shoot my load into your mouth. Rope after rope.. squeezing your nuts as I obligate you to swallow it all.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I feel your hard tight grip of your hand on my head, pushing it tight down towards your balls. I see them churn, and rise and I know what is coming. I have done this before to many... and now its being done to me. And suddenly, I feel hard ropes fire into my throat. I can barely swallow in time, trying to breathe at the same time, but its impossible. I am suffocating both from your girth and your flooding geyser. I try to tap with my good hand your thighs, but no use. I just hear you laughing at my feeble attempts.

BAKOF:

"You are really good in what you are doing, bitch. I have my doubts about what you have been doing while you were close to that prison." My voice is mocking as I keep on rinsing my cock in your mouth until the last drop of cum is out, entered into your mouth. "But hey mr. Bitch maker, I haven't forgotten you either. I am sure you have a lot to give too; that's at least what I've heard you bragging to others about your incredible stamina. Let's test it a bit" I pull out my cock from your mouth and hit my elbow into your temple throwing your body down to the floor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Almost knocking my teeth out with that hard elbow hook... I spit some blood and more importantly, a large amount of your load that was suffocating me. I take a deep breath in. "Fuck you... you fucking black whore. You just got lucky." I spit at you and with my good fist, I try to slug you in the lower abs, at your adonis belt, that nice v cut on the side. But seeing you barely move, unphased, I quickly grab your cock head and flick it, sending a jolt of pain through you.

BAKOF:

I scream and my face gets dark. "You fucking tart! I can see you've still got that hot-tempered streak; you haven't softened up yet. But guess what? that's a good thing only, because I love breaking in little marine men." There isn't a shred of sympathy or respect in my voice—it's menacing. You know how to make me angry, how to make me lose my temper, and you're fucking good at it. "Fuck what Alex says, I’m going to kill you today, right now!" I think to myself as I grab you by the waist, lifting you to your knees in front of me. My arms wrap around your waist as I grab hold of your cock. "Let’s see what kind of man a Marine is."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dont understand what is happening. It feels that you are partly angry, and partly amused... not sure anymore as you slide behind me and wrap your arms around me, trapping me. "What the fuck you doing?" As your huge calloused hand grabs my cock tight. I swallow hard. 'This is not right.' I think to myself but its too late. I try to buck, but you inch closer to me, and I feel that cock of yours slide in between my thighs and under my balls, poking to the front. My cock in your hand gets hard, against my will. I throw my head back towards your face but I feel you dodge it...

BAKOF:

"At least one thing that's been said about you seems to be true: you get hard faster than most other men in the same situation," I say in a mocking tone, feeling your cock stiffen into pulsing steel in my hand as I thrust my own cock between your legs. "Relax, little Marine, enjoy this token of my affection."

I start thrusting my thick cock back and forth between your legs, the head of my cock popping out from the front of your thighs with every thrust. Your balls rest on my shaft, getting rubbed as my other hand jerks your cock in an ever-faster rhythm. I wrap my arms around your neck, bending your upper body backward. “I knew Marine boys liked this—just admit it,” I whisper mockingly in your ear.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I try to flex my muscles, to break free. I buck backwards, but that only makes you harder and tighten your grip around me. I feel your bicep at my throat harden and choke me. Your rough hand is not only making me hard, but scraping my shaft, brutally. I groan and then they turn to moans. I shake and this is not good. I am being played, against my will. I flex my ass, making sure no one is getting in there, although I have a feeling it is futile.

BAKOF:

I can feel your muscles tensing as if you knew exactly what was about to happen. Your buttocks tighten as I pull my anaconda out from between your legs and adjust its angle of approach, then shove it back into your tight crack. I squeeze your throat harder, twisting your torso further and further back as my friend, the anaconda, breaks through your defenses and forces its way deep inside you, breaking something along the way. Your outer ring bleeds, lubricating my cock’s passage deeper.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I scream but suddenly my voice is cut as you put me in a headlock and bend me backwards. Not only is your monster cock invading me, but it is making some serious damage... and adding to that is the fact that you are stretching my gut way too much. My abs are tight now, bent to their limits. Your free hand threateningly glides over them. But the most brutal betrayal is my cock that is throbbing, pointing up high and leaking like a broken faucet. I feel done... but I am sure deep inside, it is nowhere near the end.

BAKOF:

"I told you my dear friend you should relax, stop fighting back. Enjoy the ride and let your body do the same." I keep on stroking your now throbbing cock faster and faster, feeling how your muscles are getting tense, arching. "Let it cum big boy, it´s all ok", I whisper in your ear as I thrust my cock all the way under your abs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I cannot hold myself anymore... and think that maybe if I do as you say, you might let me go. I relax just a bit, trying to keep control of my body, but it betrays me yet again and loosens completely. My cock explodes and erupts, spraying what can only be described as a geyser of hot white liquid. I shake all over, but your tight hold on me keeps me blocked, still. I have never been so broken in my life... or if I have, I cannot remember.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Just then, in the middle of my huge body-shaking orgasm... there it is , your cock, pushing into me. I gasp but cannot do anything to stop it. I feel another thing happening, your fist landing on my side, almost breaking a rib or two... enough to make me bend more towards my cock as you push me forward now. My cock is still hard, and pointing now at my face. I gulp. "The fuck?" Is all you hear me say.

BAKOF:

"Look at that", I laugh as I feel that thick man cream rushing through my fist and hitting the air with extreme pressure, like some fucking fire hose, shooting rope after rope thick marine seed. I force you to have a look in the mirror out of the cage. You can see the outline of my cock through the skin of your stomach. "Isn't that so sexy, Marine man? But I have something for you too". Hammering your sides I soften your body bending and folding it eventually violently, not caring if any of your ribs could get broken. Your big cock still rock hard pointing your face I add more pressure and force your face around it, forcing you to take your own cock into your mouth. "Suck it. Make it ready for the second round!". My voice is not laughing anymore. It´s serious, giving orders!

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am suddenly folded like a fucking piece of flimsy paper, in half, forced to take my cock as your pierces deeper through me. I try to scream but my cock deep in my mouth keeps me shut as I hear you laughing. You are simply toying with me. You had the chance to kill me... why won't you do it. And that's when it hits me. In the middle of my searing pain, I realize you don't have the orders to end my life. That is only for that coward Alex to do... but you will however make this encounter one I will never forget... ever.

BAKOF:

There is nothing I would like more than to fold your spine until I hear that cracking sound, the sound that makes me shoot my load when your spine snaps. It's like a game I love to play: trying to synchronize the moment his spine breaks with my own climax and, if possible, making him cum just as life slips away from him. Just the idea makes me moan and increase pressure on your spine when a tired voice in my headphones is telling me to calm down. I let you straighten your back and push your body down to the canvas pulling my cock out of you.

"Ok Alex, but come on, let me have a bit of fun with him", I turn my face to the camera on the wall above us.

Then the expression on my face changes, and that same sadistic smile returns back. I let you wriggle and crawl on the ground for a moment, away from me, watching the inviting movements of your firm buttocks. My friend, the anaconda, can’t wait any longer, though; it wants to slither into your warm hole. I grab your hips and lift your ass up, forcing you into a doggy-style position. “Marine man—enjoy this,” I yell, and shove my 12-inch cock all the way in with one thrust, then start fucking you at an accelerating pace.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your words suddenly do not match what you are doing... you are not fucking me. You are rather pulverizing my insides, breaking me, coring me out. You are ploughing through me with no mercy, like you intend to kill me and not just exert revenge on me. My whole body shakes. I am whimpering now, tearing up.

BAKOF:

I do my best to hide my brutal movements from the camera and pretend I’m just making love to you a little more passionately. But deep inside you, my anaconda seeks out the most impossible angles, pushing its way through the walls of your bowels, stretching its head to tear through soft tissue, tearing its way deeper and deeper. Your tunnel starts to fill with blood as the thick head of my cock gets stuck somewhere, and I have to rip it loose, tearing something else inside you. “Bako, fuck you. "Stop that right now or you’ll kill him,” Alex’s voice rages through the speakers. But it’s too late as my anaconda starts to spit, vomiting white serum inside you. My body stiffens, but finally I yank my cock out of you with a loud pop.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You erupting inside me and filling me up feels like an eternity as your cock expands, thickening, getting trapped inside me until you empty your balls fully. I shake all over - with two different sensations... on the one hand I need to get away and break free, the other is my ass clamping shut around your cock, and milking you. I feel betrayed by my own body. I gasp as I see you smile and then laugh. My eyes are glued to your hot ripped muscular black body... rippling with power.

MUSCLE MARINE: I am not sure if I need to beg you or not. I cannot give in to you. "Kill me. End me now." But I know deep down that you cannot. You don't have the orders to do that. I pull my leg back, enough to kick it back into your chest, slamming my foot to your pec. I am desperate and I know it has already ended for me, and won't get better from hereon unless someone comes to help me and get this brute away from me.

BAKOF:

Your kick sends me reeling back, but I manage to control it and keep my balance. What I can't control is not to laugh when I see how I filled your ass to the point that it flows like a fountain out of it. "You are so cute that way, Marine man," I mock you as I shove my foot between yours, almost crushing your balls. Watching you squirming in pain on the cum-soaked canvas, I finish what I started, take my anaconda in my hand, and pet it smoothly, erupting several ropes of thick cum on your chest and abs, covering you almost completely with it.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I shake all over on the floor, convulsing from sheer stimulation. My body shakes under you and I hear you laughing. "What have you done to me?" Barely able to talk. as I pant between each word. My muscles spasm, my ass twitches as it gushes out your load like a river. Your foot on my balls doesn't help much - but then again, you don't care. I try to reach with my good hand your foot and grab it, stopping it from tapping on my balls. "Please. No more. Mercy. I beg you." My words betraying what I really feel inside, but my body is broken now, weak.

BAKOF:

"Damn Alex, why he has to be watching everything that’s going on just when I’ve finally got this macho Marine guy in a position where I can finish him off in a humiliating—but above all, final—way,?" I think to myself as I watch your hopeless writhing on the canvas. You roll onto your stomach and start crawling forward, trying to save your life. A trail of blood and semen remains between your legs, oozing out of your torn insides through your asshole. I press my foot between your shoulder blades, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms backward until I hear a loud crack, and another... and your arms snap from their sockets. My earbuds scream, nearly shattering my eardrums: "FUCK, BAKO. IT’S OVER. BRING HIM TO ME. ALIVE!" Oh, goddamn it. Alex is furious. I press my ear against the marine’s back and hear him breathing. His heartbeat. He’s alive—oh, hell!

MUSCLE MARINE:

Just when I thought the whole thing was over, I try to crawl towards the cage wall... only to feel your large foot on my nape. I gasp loud. Then your hands grab my wrists, pull them back tight. My arms stretch up, high up.... higher than they can go, and I start feeling the ligaments pull. I scream, wail, but there is nothing I can do to stop you as both limbs pop one after the other, just like arms on a barbie doll. You dislocate them, keep them up a bit while I scream in pain, shake them to make sure they are limp and then drop them lifeless at my side after I hear someone screaming faintly... Is that Alex? As I black out...

BAKOF:

"He isn't dead because he's still whimpering softly and mumbling something in his delusions," I think to myself. I grab you by the head, taking a firm grip on it, and pull it back toward me so I can see your face. Drool and blood are dripping from your mouth; you certainly don’t look very presentable right now. I slam your head hard back against the canvas as your face sinks with a loud thud deep into the synthetic fabric. You stop muttering and fall silent.

BAKOF:

There is silence, total silence, when the fucking loudspeaker comes back to life. "I told you I want him alive, thick head! Now bring him to me. Do it NOW", Alex´s voice is demanding. I grab you by your ankle and drag your unconscious body across the canvas and out of the cage to the elevator that takes us to Alex's office.

TO BE CONTINUED… 

Published: 2026-04-02, viewed 77 times.