Wrestling Club Paradise

DREAM BREAKER: Life in prison is bleak and harsh. Not only is your freedom restricted behind high walls, barbed wire fences, and bars, but there is also the constant threat from other prisoners. Marine's threat to visit me one day faded from my mind as I had to fight against heavy and brutal murderers, rapists, and other thugs, something that also made me stronger since I had to fight for my life and eliminate them one by one. I improved, I got better fighter and I got stronger. Marine's threat began to fade, seeming like a distant event that he himself had probably already forgotten.

That day dawns like so many others. I have no idea whether it is raining or sunny outside, as there are no windows in our block. But something special is happening, something is definitely going on. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the mattresses and sheets on the lower bunks being changed while we stand in line in the corridor. My former cellmate had been killed in a fight in the shower room, and since then I had been alone in my cell. Right after lunch, if you can even call that shit lunch, we are led back to our cells. The guard stands at the door, looking me up and down, until he finally open his mouth. "Behave yourself. We're watching you," he says and steps aside as three other guards lead a man dressed in an orange jumpsuit into my cell. My eyes widened and my mouth drops  open in amazement.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Sup pussyboi. Did ya miss me?" As I walk into the cell, hands and ankles cuffed link by a chain. This treatment is usually given to the worst criminals that enter this prison, keeping them in check during the entry process. I smile at you as the guard unlock the chains and un-cuff me. "So. I get the bottom bed? Hahahaha. "You enjoyed riding on top, huh?" Mocking you, knowing me entering here just made the hairs on your back stand. I can even smell the discomfort my presence is causing here. I wave at the guards walking out and sliding the doors shut.

As the gates slam shut, I turn around to face you, smiling. "I promised I would visit. And its gonna be quite the long one... so better relax and get comfortable." As I sit on my bed under you and lean back. I raise my arms and cross them behind my bed. Closing my eyes, I remain quiet, taking in the surrounding calmness only disturbed by your now heavy breathing as it fills the room with your anxiety building up. "Relax buddy. It will all be ok."

DREAM BREAKER:

I ponder your words, wondering what you really mean. I remember our last meeting, and deep down I know that nothing with you will ever be "all okay," and that it will be impossible to relax as long as we live under the same roof. My first thought is to do nothing, to see how the situation develops, but almost in the same breath I realize that I have to act now before you gain the upper hand, prevent your intentions, and show that you have entered my territory.

I jump out of bed and turn around to face you. "Buddy, let's get one thing straight. Things are different here than they were the last time we met. I'm in charge here!" - I pause for a moment to watch your reaction and continue - "If you don't want to get into trouble, you'll stay out of my way and never cross me, is that clear, do you understand?" I stand defiantly in front of you, staring into your eyes.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I lay on the bed, silent, looking up at you, almost unaffected. I smile. "You done monologuing?" I wait for a reaction, but continue right before you open your mouth to speak. "Get the fuck back in bed and sleep. You gonna need that beauty recovery night rest." I ignore you knowing that deep inside you are fuming.

DREAM BREAKER:

And there we go again. With your few words you want to manipulate me, make me loose my temper. And I have to admit that you're doing better than you might have expected. I reach down and grab you by your hair pulling your head out of the bed. "Look at me when I talk to you", I slap your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I did not expect that as I turn to sleep, you grab me by my hair and pull me out of my bunk, spin me and try to slap me. I stop your hand and brush it away, before slamming both palms to your chest and shove you hard to the wall behind you in the cell. "The fuck you think you are doing?" We stand facing each other, anger and fury fill the room instantly. "You missed me, huh?"

DREAM BREAKER:

I shake the my head as I stand in front of you. "You are still the same, I can see. But let me tell you something, I am not!". I snap a grab of your throat and before you have time to blink your eye I blow my fist deep into your gut.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Taken utterly unprepared, I feel your fist digging deep into me instantly. I feel its impact in my spine, slicing through me. I bend over almost as soon as it lands hard, wanting to cough but cannot it seems. I choke as I try to look back up, wanting to understand what is happening. This is not the same guy I met at the motel or at the club. I reach out with my hand and manage to grab your overall, unbuttoned to the navel - is that even allowed in this prison... to be so "undressed"? I find myself dropping to one knee, and it all happens in slow motion, giving me time to rethink it all.

I ball up my fist, and twisting I strike up and land a hard battering ram into your bulge. This is no time to loosen up, and let you take over. The soul purpose of my being here, with the help of the guards outside and the warden was to actually teach you a good lesson since for months now, you have become a nuisance and kind of a jerk around here. They had to call the only guy who was able, before, to play you good. I punch and punch again, making sure you go down... at least for the night. Tomorrow is another day.

DREAM BREAKER:

When I see your punch coming it´s far too late to block it. I try to close my thighs but your fist is faster sinking deep between my stones. My legs knock together as I stumble trying to stay on my feet. But you haven´t stopped, sending another punch and another and.. I lose the count as I collapse down on the ground, in fetal position nursing my balls. There's no point in trying to get up, your fists did the job. After 20 - 30 minutes I drag my body back to my bunk.

But if you thought you got me tamed you couldn´t be more wrong. You proved you are still that dangerous guy, ruthless and merciless. But this isn't over. Before I finally pass out in my bunk, my mind is already starting to make plans on how to break you, to humiliate you once and for all. Despite the pain, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Right before you sleep, as you get in bed over me, I ball up a fist and slam it hard into the mattress from under. I know you can feel my punch in your gut through the wood base, the foam and the sheets. "Remember... who the alpha is." And the whole cell goes dark and quiet.

DREAM BREAKER:

As I am about to fall asleep you remind me of your existence. Something that just makes me more sure you are needed to teach the lesson, make you see who is who here even that meant I needed to eliminate you. "Sleep now big guy. You will need all the energy tomorrow". I get no answer from you. Just silence.

The dawn breaks like any dawn. Only the dull pain between my legs reminds me of last night. And is urging me to go further with my plans. I don´t even turn to look at you when the cell door is opened and we get out for the breakfast. A fast glance at you.."Meet me in the gym - midday - alone", is all I say as I enter into the line together with the other prisoners.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I step closer from behind, hug you tightly, pushing my morning bulge into your ass. "You miss me that much? You miss this?" Gyrating my hips to make you feel the growing mound. I laugh as one of the guards spots us being so close and calls us out. I let go of you and laugh. "The gym it is..."

DREAM BREAKER:

I feel your giant cock rubbing against my ass cheeks and even you have it covered by the orange overalls I can perfectly feel the shape and size of it. Memories flood my mind of how you speared my virgin ass with that weapon. I remember every detail of it entering my mouth, every vein, every slight curve, its throbbing shaft. The thought makes me shudder, but at the same time gives me a new idea that brings a smile back to my face. "If you're a man, you'll come." After breakfast, we move to the courtyard and soon after that back indoors. I head to the gym before the agreed time to pump my muscles into top condition. The clock on the wall shows that the time has come.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I never miss an appointment... "And when a woman is waiting for me, I make sure I am on time." I laugh as I adjust my cock in my overalls, walking into the gym area confidently. I notice you are alone... we are alone. "Oh... How special. You want some private time with me. You really miss me." I mock you, strutting myself towards you. I see how pumped you are, sweating, overall peeled off your torso. You look hot I must admit and takes me back to that motel room.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Lock the door behind you. I am sure you don´t want others to see you getting destroyed". I stand up, dry my forehead from the sweat with a small towel that I throw on your face as you walk back. "Prepare to get humiliated?". Instead of looking at your eyes I stare at that giant bulge between your legs.

You grab the towel in the air with a confident grip, just as I expected, momentarily taking your attention away from me. That's enough for me as I rush forward, slamming my broad shoulders into your chest as my arms move behind your back, behind your thighs, as my hands grab a firm hold of your calves, pulling them toward me, trying to unbalance you and make you fall flat on your back.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Luckily the concrete floor of the gym is covered with some cheap rubber carpeting breaks my fall a bit as I try to pull one foot from your grip and slam it hard into your crotch in those orange overalls. Watching you squirm from the pain that shoots through you, I must admit, gets me hard, and takes me back. "Alone huh? You want me alone in here... You really miss me that much." I smile as I see you pull back. "Is it me you miss? Or me fucking you like at the hotel?" I flip onto my feet, take a step towards you, reach in and claw at your bulge now, pulling you by them to me, getting you close... staring at you in the eyes deeply.

DREAM BREAKER:

"And there he goes again, trying to take the mental and physical control over me. But this time I won´t break, not that easily at least", my thoughts are circling in my mind as I stare back into your eyes. "You might be surprised how much I actually missed you". My voice is low, with no tone in it. For some odd reason, and this happens to me often, my cock gets rock hard feeling your tight grip around my stones. Despite the immense pain I don´t even try to move your hand away but instead step closer. "Marine, this time it will end up differently". Without a warning I slam my forehead into your face trying to break your nose with a headbutt.

MUSCLE MARINE:

That unexpected move breaks my concentration on the pressure I am trying to applying to your bulge. I lose my grip, pulling back, shaking my head from the stars. "Ooompffffff. That was..." I am at a loss for words, not sure where that came from. I was waiting for you to drop to one knee, in pain, begging me to release your balls. This is sure another way of getting them loose. I open my eyes and look up from my now kneeling on one knee position, and see you staring back at me with a wide grin, white flashing teeth. 'Something is not right.' I think to myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

I could end you here and now sending a devastating knee into your face but I prefer to play a bit with you before that. Instead I move closer and take your head between my knees as I close them around your head. Increasing the pressure around it, threatening to crack it as an overripe watermelon. "What do you say now, Marine? Did you miss me too?", I laugh mockingly. My smile disappears from my face as I stay staring at you with a dead serious face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

What you do next is the last thing I expect. Waiting for you to kick me in the face, or some other streetfight move... I dont expect you to trap my head between your thighs. But its the mocking tone that triggers me. I push up, my nape into your bulge, while I strike up with a claw to your ass, pushing two fingers into your overalls to get a grip. I lift up, making you lose your balance and flip you over a nearby bench and slam you on it. "Oh yes. I did miss you... and that tight ass. I must admit it was hotter than that club manager's fiancee's pussy." The image of that night comes back to me and turns me on, as I sit back on the opposite bench and start rubbing my bulge. "Mmmm. You bringing back good memories."

DREAM BREAKER:

"Fuck I can be stupid!". I should have finished you when I had a chance to do it. Once more you proved your experience and skills when I find myself on the bench in quite vulnerable position. My eyes widening I swallow as soon as I recover from the surprise and that slam that pushed the air out of my lungs when my back hit the bench. Staring your stiffening bulge and listening your words work as a trigger to myself, trigger to keep on fighting. "Oh yes? I am sure you liked it but today you will taste your own medicine". I hook my legs above my abs and chest and aim a rough double kick into your gut as you approach me. "Prepare to get impaled as you did to me... or worse", I laugh seeing you reeling backwards.

"But don´t worry, no one will see your humiliation. I've made a little deal with the guards so that no one will disturb our intimate moment. Do you realize now who you're dealing with? Not the same man as before. I am the fucking king here! You get that?" I laugh maliciously.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back instantly seeing you getting ready to strike with both legs. Stepping back, I make space and listen to your threats and you explaining how this place is now ours. "Perfect. Then I will be sure to enjoy my time turning you and affirming your status as my bitch. I must admit you were far better than that hot chick at the motel. Hahaha." I rush into you as I see you getting off the bench. Aiming a fist to your abs, I side-step and make sure my fist goes through you.... "This time you will taste more than just my sexual wra...." I stop abruptly.

DREAM BREAKER:

As I thought your fist is approaching my gut fast, with a huge power and precision. I know you could end the fight right here, right now if you get that through. It´s way too fast to step aside or try to dodge it - but that is not my intention - I see your eyes getting widen, the surprised look on your face when I stay firm in front of you and all of the sudden lift my hand up wrapping my fingers around your fist blocking it instantly with a loud thud.

Before you have time to do anything to change the situation I close my hand into fist around your fist beginning to crush it slowly as I pull you closer. "Marine, Marine, what did you expect? That I stay here doing nothing?". I can feel your warm breathing against skin of my face when my knee hits your exposed gut, not just once but twice to make sure you double in pain.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I crumble to one knee instantly, coughing, unsure of what just happened. My fist trapped in your grip feels like its being crushed, pain shooting through my arm... overwhelming the other pain that is linger in my gut. 'The fuck just happened?' I think to myself. I groan as I try to cough and feel nauseous. I look up and see you smiling. I ball up a fist and slam it to your side, at your ribs, but you seem to be expecting that, and twist to have my fist land on your gut... hard with no effect.

DREAM BREAKER:

Not a word comes out from my lips. I stare at your face smiling as turn my body facing you completely. "Oh, what´s wrong Marine. I thought you was suppose to be tough. I give you a one last opportunity to try. Take it! Show me what are you made of", I taunt you as I make some distance to give you more space, still holding your left fist in my tight grip.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am both angry and confused now... On the one hand I feel trapped, having my fist not just held, but being crushed slowly. Its like you are trained for this. The guy stranding before me is a completely different person from the guy almost a year ago I met at the bar. On the other hand, I try to pull back and accept the space to better attack you. "You fucking asshole. I am going to make you pay... again." I unleash my other fist, aimed for your solar plexus. But again, what rattles me, is your calm and the fact that you don't move. Something instantly stirs in my pants and fear starts to creep in. It feels like I am fighting... ME.

DREAM BREAKER:

I take half step backwards receiving your blow into my upper ups, just on top of my solar plexus. I start to cough loud, fold my body clearly affected by your strike when I suddenly stop, straighten my back and smile to you. "Surprise Marine man", I chuckle and with a quick jerking motion, I twist your left wrist, crushing it with a loud crack as I kick you in the chest and sending you reeling toward the foot press. "Time to begin the show!". My hard cock is forming a huge tent in my pants for anticipation.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Aarrrrrrggghhhhhhhhh. WHAT THE FU...." As I pull back in pain, excruciating pain that courses through my whole arm, paralyzing it.

I look at you so confident, a new found arrogance, different than the bi-curious womanizer from the motel. I dont see that old guy anymore with your shit-licking grin and the way you dance your pecs. "What are you? And what have you done to me?" Holding my broken wrist and crushed mangled fingers. "You broke my hand you fucking twat." Anger is clouding my thoughts now - something that rarely or almost never happens to me.

 But something deep down is different. I feel a stir in my overalls... my cock moving and growing in my bulge. My inner thoughts are betraying me.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What are you? What have you done to me?" I mimic you, trying to repeat your words in a little girl's pathetic voice to mock you. "I already told you, I am the king, and do you know who you are?" I pause for a moment, as if to emphasize the meaning of my words. "You are a pathetic little bitch. Your broken hand is just the beginning, the highlight of the day is yet to come," I laugh loudly as I spin around and deliver a fierce kick to your ripped abs.

I watch your body almost fly through the air as I calmly walk after you, squat down and grab you by the neck lifting you up against the wall. My free hand wraps around your cock as my face turns serious. "I have big plans for you, bigger than your huge cock. You're going to make me a rich man," I sneer, release your cock and slap your face.. twice.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I hate being manhandled like that, and it usually ends bad for the one trying to do that. But something about you is different and I can't put a finger on it. My back slamming to the wall and then being lifted is rattling my brain. "What the... the fuck does that mean?" I try through choking breaths as you tighten your claw at my neck. I kick and land a good knee to your chest, making you loose your grip a bit. But as you drop me slightly, you manage to slap me hard across my face, kind of ringing me.

You let me go and I can barely stand, I shake and stumble from side to side. I try to steady myself with one of the machines. I take in a deep breath and spit at you. "Fuck you. This will not end good for you." I summon my strength, duck and lunge at you, spearing you in the gut, and dragging you across the "gym", slamming you to the bench press, at the heavy loaded barbell racked on it, bending your back over it. "I am going to kill you... should have done it before."

DREAM BREAKER:

My back slams against the padded hard bar making my moan first loud, but the smile on my face only widens. "You saved me a lot of trouble by guiding us here. I can feel your power, pumped to the max by your bull-like rage and adrenaline. No wonder all those men ended up falling apart in front of you. But today, it's no longer my turn. The tables have turned! I struggle for a moment to gain my feet firmly on the floor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I keep pushing backwards, wanting to make sure your back is arched enough, your abs are stretched enough... I ball up a fist and slam it hard to your exposed gut as you got your overalls rolled up at your waist. I dig my fist deep, screwing it in as best I can. But it seems those abs are made of steel - you have been honing them since you got here. I punch again, only this time, my fist does not go in as much. I try again, and again... each time just a loud thud. As I pull back, stunned, not believing what is happening, how you have become so strong, or is it me who has become weak.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Are you done yet? Isn't that enough for you?" I tease you as I punch both your ribs with my fist and quickly strike your bare face with my elbow, causing you to stagger and both of us to fall to the ground. Even though the pain in my back almost paralyzes me, I don't show it to you and keep a smile on my face. You fall on top of me, and before you have time to recover from your confusion, I wrap my arms around your waist. "Do you remember the last time we were like this?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I fall backwards on the ground, my midsection on fire. Something is not right. Those punches might have left more damage than I thought possible. I try to move, but something cuts through me horizontally... as if some ribs have been shattered. I barely have time to check on my state that you pull me towards you, and as I slump down on your torso, I feel those massive arms of yours snap shut around me and start crushing me. And that voice again, mocking, asking me a question I can barely make out. I scream and try to buck, wiggle in your tight grip. "Ok. Ok. I get what you want. You win. Let me go... and I will make it worth your while." Trying to negotiate my way out of it.

DREAM BREAKER:

The same broad smile lights up my face. "You will make it worth me while?" My laughter fills the sweaty gym. "Are you reading my mind or what? That's exactly what I'm going to do." I laugh even harder as I wrap my huge arms around your chest and lick your face with my wet tongue. "Marine, Marine, who would have believed this a year ago?" I release my arms from around you so you can fill your lungs with air. But your joy lasts only a moment, as I grab your ear and pull your head away from me. "I have a gift for you," I grin and press my forehead against your face again.

MUSCLE MARINE:

There is a sudden loud crack heard echoing in the underground secluded gym when your face hits mine hard, and blood gushes out. You just broke my nose and I am in a daze, stunned, taken by surprise. Although in pain, I realize I am free, able to wiggle my arms out of your crushing hold... but that joy is taken away very fast as I feel you snap your arms instantly shut again around my waist, without my arms this time. Your biceps putting pressure directly on my ribs. I try to slam my palms to your head, your traps, your shoulders... to stop you... but no use. I am too weak now.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Are you getting tired? Are you no longer the mighty, powerful Marine soldier?" I mock your weak blows, pushing you away with my arms to get my knee between us and throwing you down. I stand up and grab your armpits, lifting you off the ground as I start dragging you toward the equipment next to the dumbbels. "You may have seen a device like this before. It is designed to strengthen the chest muscles and is very simple to use," I explain as I tie the handles at the ends of the cables to your hands. "Of course, I've had to tweak it a little, as you might guess, and bypass the device's safety feature." The zip ties on both your hands ensure that you cannot let go of the handles. "There! We're ready. Now let's get to work on those pecs."

I move away the bars that are used to select the amount of the weight. "Full load, right? You surely are strong enough to take it all!". My laughter is not friendly, ite evil when I release the security bar and the cables start to pull your arms wide open, stretching your pecs, putting your joints in test.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Instinctively and jolted from my semi-woozy state, I pull on the cables, trying to keep my arms close to my body. I know if I let go, the weight... locked to the max, might pull and strain my shoulders and arms. No man has ever been able to manage such weight at a whim and unexpectedly like this. My eyes go wide when I hear you laugh maniacally and pull the security bar.

The weights pull hard, and fast. Hard is not the issue... but fast is... snapping the cables taught. They in turn pull on my arms roughly, stretching then wide open. My chest now fully exposed, my pecs pulled to their limits. I have no choice put to scream loudly, trying to exhale and tug on the cable with my trapped hands. But the pressure is too much. And soon... I feel myself pulled towards my weaker side, and the shoulder give in. My arm unplugs out there is a loud ripping sound that fills the air followed by an even louder howl that reverberates around the large space.

Sweat drips down my forehead, my chest, abs and they wet the orange overall covering them. I try to buck, first from the pain and second in hopes of freeing my arm, but no use. I howl now like a banshee, trying to drop to my knees but I cant. I see you standing in front of me just laughing and mocking me.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can´t avoid it. My cock gets rock hard again in my overalls watching the ripped tough guy trapped, knowing there is nothing you could do to stop me. I am sure thousands of thoughts and choices are running in your mind what will I do to you. But at the moment I have no idea to reveal any of it. From my gym bag next to the device I take out a black large box and leave it on the ground seeing how your eyes are following each of my moves. "Yes pathetic marine faggot, that is for you - but not quite yet".

I move back in front of you, admiring your ripped abs those pecs, the strength in them that is put in a dangerous, painful test when the dull cracking sound is heard. You don´t scream..you howl like a beast when your arm gets dislocated. That howling is music to my ears. I guide my body a bit closer between your stupid attempts to kick me and send a devastating left and right hooks into your exposed gut.

"Hey try to stay awake, pussy! I have more for sluts like you!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your mocking tone slices through me. And although I am in excruciating pain, rage fuels me, and I lift my legs up, since I am held afloat by my arms, and wrap them around your neck. "I WILL KILL YOU."

DREAM BREAKER:

"You pathetic faggot marine! You will kill me?", I laugh loud and aim un uppercit into your temple as I grab your right leg, lift it up and place my knee on your kneecap. My 310 lbs weight and few bouncing moves up and down do the job when even a louder crack is heard when your leg gets broken. "Sorry pussyboy, I think I hurt you a bit". I release my hold of your leg and turn to look at you when my fist lands on your mouth. "Learn to respect me!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"AAAAAARRRRGGHHHHHHHH. MOTHERFUCKER... NNNGGGGGGGNNNNHHHHH." I am lost and reeling in burning pain as my leg gives in and snaps at the knee. I know how bad that is, how long it takes to recover. I have done it to others and now, I am being served with my own medicine. My leg drops limp under me and shoots jolts of pain every time my weight pushes just an iota on it. I wail now, crying, shaking all over, hanging from the cables tied to my hands.

I am almost slipping into unconsciousness when your fist straight to my mouth wakes and jolts me up. You knock one of my teeth out and bloody my mouth. I shake like a dry leaf in the wind. I quiver and tremble. 'This is not the same guy anymore. Definitely.' I think to myself, scared.

DREAM BREAKER:

I take a step backwards to admire my work of art: that divine body, that once so rough and tough man in peril. "Don´t you dare, bitch, to try anything stupid with your remaining leg or you would soon hang only by your arms there, you get me sissy boy?", I laugh as I swing around and aim a kick into your ripped abs.

Your body swinging in the air, hung only by your arms when your feet momentarily leave the ground due to the force of the kick. "Do you know how ridiculous you look?". I am not expecting you to answer anything when I stop your movement and your feet touch the ground again. "Stay there, don´t move again". Another serie of hooks are entering into your gut and abs, saving one last one between your pecs, trying to reach that soft spot there called sternum.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I swing in pain, your fists raining on my famous hard abs. I cough hard, spitting out blood. But as you pull back a bit, I look up and smile, then chuckle. "Me? A sissy?" Cough cough. "The last time I checked, I was not the one getting his ass stretched and enjoying it." Cocking my head to one side. I know my predicament is not in my favor, but I cannot help not mocking you. And I know its getting you angry. Since I am already broken, might as well go down swinging.

DREAM BREAKER:

You might have been a master of many things, torturing, beating up big guys and, I am sure about it, to eliminate them too. I might have managed to reduce you, to overpower you physically but you are still the master reaching under the skin. But not for a long. I shake my head turning my face to you. "Good try pussycat, but now you are in my control. Your words can´t cause any harm, not anymore". I look at your bruised but still quite ripped abs and start the new phase, phase with no words.

Punching your abs with my fists systematically and precisely, aiming the attachment point of them, your muscles eventually start to tear, detach from the rest of your body, and eventually turn into loose, shapeless meat. Your once incredible abs, that 8 pack, is just a memory now. I bitchslap your face to wake you up back to reality. "Time to move to next phase"

MUSCLE MARINE:

Stumbling in and out of consciousness, the pain is too much now... ny abs being ripped apart. The tendons are failing, sagging, ripping. Big welts are appearing on my gut, all over. The ridges have disappeared leaving place for just a one or two pack. I cough up more blood.

I cannot fight back... but still manage to, since I got nothing to lose... mock you. "You like them from the first time you saw them. Got you hard that night. And then fucked you good... and you calling me a sissy? Hahaha." I spit blood at you. I try to shakr but pain shoots in my arms again. "You only wished that night you were the man I was... with a real cock that can satisfy anyone. That chick really screamed for her life..." although my words both make sense and don't, it is clear they are ticking you off real good.

DREAM BREAKER:

You're doing it again. Even though I've shattered your pride, ripped 8 pack, and I know you're in pain, you're still able to mock me, remind me of my complete failure and humiliation. I don't know if you'll answer, and it doesn't even matter. I look at your proud face for a moment as I stand in front of you. "How the fuck does he do it? How can he still look so arrogant?" I feel the veins bulging in my temples as my blood pressure and rage rise inside me, but I manage to control myself until I am just a few inches away from your torso. You are sweating profusely, but this is only the beginning. I push my fist between your two packs and, as if in slow motion, I slowly sink my fist deep into your stomach, all the way to your insides. I feel like I could cling to your spine at any moment. I hook my fingers deep inside you and twist my hand vigorously. "Still laughing?".

Without saying a word, I move behind you, between your legs, right up against your skin and pull down your orange overalls down to your knees. My cock rubs against your buttocks as I take a firm hold of your hips and take a step closer to you. I feel your body react to my touch as it trembles and jumps when you turn your head back to see what is happening. "I heard that Marine pussies are the tightest a man can find. Let's see if that's true."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pant, breathing heavily when you punch me one last time in the gut making sure everything is broken, mushed. My organs make way for your fist that goes in deep. I feel its impact at my back which makes my legs drop more limp. I shake hut barely have space or time to recover as I see you walk up behind me, place yourself at my back, grab my overalls and strip me fully. "What the...?" And then comes that line that slices my ears. I have never been fucked. I am the one that does the fucking. And to add insult to injury... something in the front part of me betrays me as my cock rises almosr instantly. Was it your cockiness? Or my broken state? Or the idea of having the tables turned on me that is making me loose control over my urges?

I try to buck, but my dislocated arm does not help and the other one is too weak. This cannot be happening. I am the one who does the raping, the fucking, the dominating... I fuck chicks whose husbands cannot. I fuck men who offer me their asses or not. I am the one in control. And yet... this younger, stronger now it seems, fucking handsome... shit, get that thought out of your mind... I shake my head to clear my thoughts but its too late as I feel your knob rub my ass while you stretch my buns open.

DREAM BREAKER:

I kind of love to notice how you try to buck, resist, to fight back, even though you know it's pointless. My left hand slides against your skin and grabs your stiffening cock. "You seem to be enjoying what's going on," I whisper in your ear as I start to stroke your ever-thickening and hardening cock. Cold shivers run down my spine as memories of your cock come back to me. This cock almost killed me and took away my pride. But today you had to pay me dearly, and this same cock would help me destroy you.

Your body jerks again as I thrust my cock between your tight buttocks until the thick head of my cock rubs against your tight entrance. "I'd relax if I were you, or this might hurt too much," I continue to chuckle as I suddenly, without warning, thrust my cock deep inside you, all the way to your sensitive prostate. I feel your warm blood around my shaft when I have my cock deep inside you, "I told you to relax".

MUSCLE MARINE:

My whole body stiffens, almost like a plank of wood, hanging by my arms. My legs quiver and shake as I feel your cock slam against my sensitive sweet spot. My good leg shakes like a dry leaf in the wind. But the betrayal is that of my cock that is stiffening and hardening, throbbing at attention... and to make matters worse, it starts to leak. 'What the...?' I all I can muster as I try to buck off your cock, but no use. I can't even fight back or use my hands to push you away. I start to beg you. "Please. Stop." While panting, words broken.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your body is struggling, trying to stop me as you hang limply by your arms from the ceiling. I know my mission is almost complete. With a tight grip on your cock at the base ensures I make sure that it won't shrink a millimeter before I'm done with you. My cock continues to throb deep inside your defeated, bleeding canal as I reach for the rubber ring I hid earlier at the top of the device and smoothly roll it around the base of your cock, squeezing it tightly before removing my hand from your swollen organ.

Once I have secured your cock, I can focus for a moment on your body, on this ass that no man, and to my knowledge no toy, has ever penetrated. Your previously tight inner walls are now soft and melt around my cock as I increase my speed. I can't help but hit the tip of my cock against your prostate, causing an involuntary reaction in your captive cock as your body pumps more blood into it, swelling it to its limit.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I buck, but its no use. Your cock is almost fused to my insides and every move in me hurts like hell. As you pull out, I feel you rip parts of me but then you slam back in and the pain mixed with involuntary pleasure courses through my body like a jolt of electricity. And all this just makes my cock throb more, getting harder... if that is possible. To add insult to injury, you slipping that cock ring around my shaft and down to my balls seals the deal. My cock is locked, stuck, unable to deflate if ever I was not aroused... which is clearly not the case here and its eating at my pride now. I am broken... totally... and all goes dark and black in an instant with my body slumping, hanging limp.

Limp... except for one thing. Then dark. Black out.

DREAM BREAKER:

Sooner than I expected your body gets limp - you're unconscious! Perhaps better this way cause the following experience might be quite unpleasant to a man like you. I sink my teeth into your shoulder as my balls start to churn and my cock throbs in your tight, narrow canal until I can no longer hold back. I scream and howl against your shoulder while emptying my load into your limp body. My hips are convulsing uncontrollably against your tight glutes, my pulsing cock filling your insides with my seed.

I pull my cock out of your hole with a loud popping sound. It is dripping with cum and blood as I slowly move in front of you, my cock still fully erect and swinging wildly between my legs. Smirking, I grab the black box and open it as I take a good, firm hold of your cock looking at it. Satisfied with what I see, I smile and take a long metal rod from the mystery box and slowly slide it into your piss slit. Very slowly, inch by inch. I don't want to break anything. All of this has a purpose. Your body shakes a bit as the sound enters all the way through your full expanded cock. "Fuck what a sight!". Though I just shot my load my cock rises up again, rock hard.

I don´t want to rush but instead enjoy each moment, each phase of my job. Smirking, I grab the black box and open it, placing it close to your massive rod. It´s difficult to focus on my mission when my cock is throbbing again between my legs. With shaking hands I eventually manage to end my task as I step back lifting up my orange overalls up and closing the box's lid. "10.3 inches! Who would have believed it?"

I knock the door, 3 short knocks, 3 longer bangs, a sign agreed with the guards. They open the door and smile broadly at me. " Hope you had fun," one of them says as he sees you hanging from the ceiling. I wink at him. " You bet I did. More than I was imagining", I laugh, "Let the boys have some fun, too. Opportunities like this don't come along often.' I smirk as I slowly walk away, towards my cell carrying that black mysterious box in my hand, and smiling. I turn to look back once more seeing the guards letting some of the biggest inmates who have spent the last few months in solitary confinement to enter.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I soon wake up... trying to regain my senses, trying to understand where I am, remembering the horrible ordeal I was put through... only to be fully awakened by the sheer pain of a massive thick cock ripping through me. I can feel it in me; not long, but rather thick. I turn around abruptly, still tied up and hanging in the air, but realize there is this huge bull of a black guy grunting and pounding away my ass. He seems relentless and full of vengeful fuel making his muscles bulge through the overall still covering them. It feels like he has some pent up energy he is trying to release and my poor ass is taking the toll.

I shake and scream in pain. But looking around, I see a couple of other guys, also standing behind me, either waiting their turn or having just finished. I cannot really tell since I was out cold the whole time since I had your hand around me and your cock deep in my ass. And then the images come flooding in, as the black guy slams one last time, grunts loudly and starts releasing his load in me - I remember the box on the floor... but searching for it, I don't see it anymore. What was it anyway? What was in it?

As my canal is flooded with yet another load, and the black guy pulls out in one go with such violence, I feel my insides almost being ripped. I look down as I also feel something sharp stinging me - I notice a metal pipe protruding from my piss-slit. That is something unusual. I know what it is... a sounding rod, but never have I had one screwed in me and not really sure what it is used for other than inflicting pain during a torture session... and it is doing its job as I feel a sharp jolt go through me again as the next guy plunges his cock in me - he barely effects three thrusts that he can no longer hold his load and explodes in me. He pulls out and backs out...

That was the last of them as I hear the guards call them out. One of the uniformed men walks up to me, smiling, and starts untying me, dropping me instantly to the floor, in a puddle of my cum, sweat and fluids from the other inmates and the one that is nowhere to be seen... Alex.

Dragging me back to my cell for the night, telling me I will be escorted to the infirmary in the morning, I can still feel the sharp pain in my cock, my shoulder, my ribs, my pelvis, my leg... Is there any part of my body that is not broken, bruised, sprain or remotely damaged? What has that fucking asshole done to me - he has stripped me bare, of my dignity, my pride, physically, sexually, psychologically... and has turned me into the cumdump of this hell hole. I will get him... I promise.

That night, the Marine didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning in his bunk bed. Each movement made that rod in his cock twist and turn, burn and poke inside him – and there is nothing he could do alone to remove it. He just had to wait for the doctors…

And those latter had nothing but worse news to give him, the next day, as they removed the invading piece of iron pipe. His recovery was going to be long, hard and exhausting. This ‘visit’ to the prison is actually turning into a sentence he will not soon forget.

While examining the substance left on his shaft, the doctors informed him it is a hardening gel usually used by medics, mostly dentists for implants, or artists, and even taxidermists; a substance that once hardened, can take the shape of an object and easily handled while it remains malleable. Intrigued, Marine spent his recovering days researching on the matter… only to find shocking information around the issue.

Months went by, and with therapy, both physical and mental, a few adjustments in the hierarchy among the prison inmates, and a couple of guard tweaking here and there, Marine soon became the Alpha of his floor, but the whole wing if not the building.

Marine made a shift, and vowing revenge, acted upon it and prepared himself.

He had just a couple of months left before they could release him… once “fully” recovered.

Published: 2026-01-29, viewed 125 times.