MuscleBoys Wrestling

14:14 Jockboyx1: I have created the private room #MSL_CW_C.

14:14 Jockboyx1: I have invited @The_ginger_stunner to join #MSL_CW_C.

14:34 The_ginger_stunner: The heavy steel door of the facility hissed open, the sound echoing through the cavernous, dimly lit gym. There was no crowd, no roaring fans, and no referee to mitigate the violence only the hum of the industrial HVAC system and the stark, white glow of the lights over the central ring. I stepped into the light, and the “Ginger Stunner” moniker as I have never felt more appropriate. At 5’9” and a lean, lethal 170 lbs, l was a masterpiece of athletic conditioning. My skin, pale and dusted with a light spray of copper freckles, stretched tight over my physique that looked less like flesh and more like corded granite. Every muscle group was hyper-defined; the serratus muscles along my ribs looked like blades, and my core was a deep-cut six-pack that rippled with every breath. I was dressed for total mobility and maximum exposure. I wore nothing but a pristine white jockstrap that contrasted sharply against his vibrant, fire orange hair and the warm tones of my skin. My feet were bare, the soles slapping rhythmically against the polished concrete floor as I approached the ring.

14:41 Jockboyx1: this match up is very important as i stared the MSL CW C well with a fast victory, but then two straight losses to two hard wrestlers and losing stakes hard to them both i need a win to get the points and get back on top, i move into the ring in my blue jock strap, barefooted, 5'8" 180 16bis 23q 42c 6"x5"c with average size tight balls in my jock bulge, i look over at my foe, eyeing his ripped muscled body, seeing we are close in size all over til i look at his bulge and seeing the outline of a big thick cock, i need to fight hard, knowing this match is for more than points its for who will own the loser post match, i flex and pump up as i get ready and slowly walk to mid ring

14:51 The_ginger_stunner: As I paused at the edge of the canvas, gripping the velvet ropes with hands that were calloused and powerful. I didn’t look at the empty chairs; my focus was entirely on the man waiting in the opposite corner a 5’8”, 180 lb wall of solid muscle. A slow, confident smirk spread across my face. I knew the rules of the MSL Tournament. In this private sanctum, there was no bell to save the loser. I vaulted over the top rope with effortless grace, landing silently on the blue canvas. I flexed my quads, the muscles bulging and stripping under the harsh overhead lights, asserting my dominance before a single hand had been laid. “28 years of age,” I murmured, my voice low and vibrating with competitive hunger. “And today, I add a new piece of property to my collection.” I paced the ring like a predator in a cage, my white jockstrap bulging at the sight of you and highlighting the power in my glutens and lower back as I turned to face you. The air in the gym grew heavy with the scent of floor wax, sweat, and the electric tension of the two of us about to collide for the ultimate prize. I needed this win more than ever as my next opponent is Ryan who recently beat you.

14:57 Jockboyx1: i watch as you jump over the rope and land in hard on your feet, eyeing your muscled body, seeing you like showing off as i flex my body muscle with out bringing my arms up, to show back at you it will be a match of muscle vs muscle of two hot bodies, i hear what you say as you want to win for more than just points, your bulge really sticking out seeing the outline of your big thick cock head, knowing i have to fight hard not to be foreced to take it, i move to mid ring now, hands on my hips legs spread and eyes on you ready, "lets get it on, one will own the the other in the end!"

15:04 The_ginger_stunner: The gym is silent, save for the heavy thud of my bare heels against the mat as I circle you. You’re a wall of solid muscle, an inch shorter than me but carrying ten more pounds of raw mass. I can see the way your eyes track the ripples in my chest and the tightness of my white jockstrap as I move. At 28, I’m at my absolute physical peak, and I want you to feel every ounce of that "Ginger Stunner" energy before we even lock up. I stop just inches from the centre of the ring. I’m 170 lbs of ripped, functional muscle, and I let my arms hang loose at my sides, my lats flaring out to show you just how wide I can get. I breathe in the scent of the gym rubber, sweat, and the looming reality of the MSL Tournament rules. There’s no referee here to pull us apart. When I win, I don’t just get a trophy; I get you. "You look heavy," I say, my voice a low rasp that echoes off the concrete walls. I take a step closer, my chest almost brushing yours. "Solid. But weight doesn't matter when I've got you in a front-face lock. I’m faster, I’m leaner, and I’m hungrier." I reach out, my hand calloused and firm, and I press my palm flat against your shoulder. I can feel the heat radiating off your skin. I’m sizing you up, feeling the density of the man I’m about to own. I give your shoulder a sharp, condescending pat, a smirk playing on my lips as I look you dead in the eye. "Tonight, I’m going to make you forget what it’s like to stand on your own two feet," I whisper. "By the time this is over, you’ll know exactly who your master is." I drop into a low wrestling stance, my bare feet gripping the canvas, my eyes locked on yours. I’m waiting for you to make the first move, or for me to decide I’m tired of waiting and take what’s mine.

15:09 Jockboyx1: you move up and put your hands on me, as i put my hands on your chest, incase you want to grab me and get the drop on me, feeling your muscled chest, your body rock hard with no fat, knowing you will be tough then i hear you talk thinking you are trying to get into my head, a shiver runs down my spine as i hear your talk of master and owning me, i give you a cold stair, "its going to be a tough match but its time to put you in your place, on your knees before me" then you back off as i put my arms up and move to you slowling excange hand slapping

15:17 The_ginger_stunner: I feel the heat of your palms against my chest, your fingers tracing the deep grooves of my muscle as you try to gauge the strength beneath my skin. When you tell me it’s time to put me on my knees, I don't flinch; I just grin, the challenge lighting a fire in my gut. We circle, the sound of our hands slapping against each other's wrists echoing in the empty gym, a rhythmic prelude to the violence.​Then, I see the opening.​Before you can reset your stance, I explode forward. My hand goes to shoot behind your neck, fingers digging into your traps as I go to jerk you toward me. In one fluid, powerful motion, I go to wrap my arm tight around your head, with intentions of pulling it down in to a front head lock and burying it deep into the hollow of my armpit. My bicep will cinche against your throat, and I will squeeze, letting you feel the sheer, suffocating power of my 170-pound frame as I go to lock you into a brutal front headlock.​"You talked about knees," I growl into your ear, my ribs pressing hard against your face. "Now let's see how long you can stay on your feet while I’m about to drain the air right out of you."

15:23 Jockboyx1: slapping hands as we are both bent over and moving around, then you move in fast as you grab my head and wrap your arm around my head and pull me to you in a head lock, your strong arm squeezing my neck, my face pulled into your pit, as i grab your sides with my hands, feeling your squeeze hard, i feel around with my hands knowing its go early to go dirty, as i grab your ass and then the back of your legs as i pick you up and extend my leg to drop your ass and bulge onto it

15:32 The_ginger_stunner: I feel your hands roaming my sides, searching for a weakness, before they suddenly dip low to grip my glutes and thighs. You hoist me up, trying to drive my weight down onto your extended knee, but I’ve spent too many hours in the cage to be broken that easily. I tense my core, absorbing the impact with my quads and shifting my centre of gravity so I slide right past the point of your knee, staying locked onto your neck like a vice.​As my feet hit the canvas, I don't give you a second to breathe. I coil my free arm and go to drive a snapping, short-range forearm directly into your solar plexus. Hoping for it to be a precision strike, aimed right where your ribs meet, designed to collapse your lungs and turn your "cold stare" into a desperate gasp for air.​"Nice try," I grunt, as I go for full impact of my arm against your rock-hard gut vibrating through my shoulder. "But you’re going to have to do a lot more than that to get me off you."​I go to tighten the headlock even further, grinding my bicep into your windpipe, waiting to feel that first shudder of your chest as you struggle to catch your breath.

15:38 Jockboyx1: i have you up and drop you down, but you squeeze your legs around my exteneded leg to take the impact, so the reverse atomic drop doesnt work as your muscled legs take it on the sides, your lock on me stays firm as i start to gasp for air, then i gasp more as you punch to my abs hard, taking more of my air as i struggle in the lock, my face near your pit taking in your scent, i feel around your body again and grab your ass squeezing it with my hands thinking hot muscled ass he has i need to win to take it, then i grab lower on your legs to the back of your knees and pick up as i jump and slam you onto your back with me on you, hoping you let the lock go

15:43 The_ginger_stunner: I feel your fingers digging deep into my glutes, the pressure of your grip telling me exactly what you’re thinking, but I don't loosen the squeeze on your neck. Even as you hoist me up for the slam, I keep my bicep cinched tight. We hit the mat with a bone-jarring thud, the intention of the air rushing out of of you as my back slams into the canvas with your full 180-pound weight bringing me down.​The impact is heavy, vibrating through my spine, but I refuse to let go. Instead of breaking the lock, I go to use the momentum of the fall to roll my hips, trying to keep you trapped in the front headlock even while pinned beneath you. My skin is slick with sweat now, pressing against your face, and I can hear your ragged gasps for air right against my chest.​"You're going to have to slam me harder than that to make me quit," I shout out, my voice strong and defiant. I go to wrap my legs upward, attempting to hook them around your waist to pull you into a tight body scissors, turning your attempt at a takedown into a suffocating ground trap.

15:46 Jockboyx1: i slam you down hard onto your back but you keep the lock on me tight, as i gasp more for air, as my face turns red, i bring my hands up to your chin and push on it, needing ot get out of this hold or the match will be over fast, then hear you taunt me as you hold me ontop of you, i feel your legs move up as i know you are going to wrap me on me as i have to stop you, but the match is nhb so i power my right leg knee up and into your bulge going to dirty to try and break free,

15:52 The_ginger_stunner: I feel your knee drive hard into my groin, a desperate, dirty move designed to shatter my focus, but the adrenaline of the MSL Tournament is a hell of a drug. I grunt through the pain, my vision blurring for a second, but instead of recoiling, I use that surge of agony to fuel my counter. I don't let go of your head; instead, I snap my legs shut around your torso like a massive biological trap.​My thighs, corded with "solid ripped muscle," lock around your ribcage in a punishing body scissors. I go to cross my ankles and squeeze with everything I have, synchronized with the tightening of my bicep around your throat. You’re going to be trapped and caught between a lack of oxygen and the slow, crushing pressure on your lungs.​"Go ahead... play dirty," I hiss, my teeth gritted against the dull throb in my crotch as I arch my back to increase the tension. "It just makes me want to break you even more. You're going to be losing air, and now you're going to be losing your ribs. Tap or go to sleep."

15:58 Jockboyx1: i knee your big balls hard in a move that would have had me in pain, but you take it then gasp out, "fuck" as i feel you crank the lock harder and wrap your steel legs around me and squeeze hard, your muscled quads bending my ribs in, my head spins from lack of air as i start to fade and slow my struggles, i reach up with my hands and try to pull your arm off of my throat

16:03 The_ginger_stunner: I feel your strength starting to sap, your fingers clawing at my bicep with less and less conviction as I feel the oxygen starting to leave your system. My "Ginger Stunner" frame is vibrating with the effort, my pale skin flushed dark with the strain of holding you in this double-death grip. Every time you exhale, I cinch my thighs tighter, refusing to give you an inch of space to expand your lungs.​Your head is buried in my side, your face pressed against the hard ridge of my obliques, and I can feel your consciousness flickering. I lean into the pain in my groin, using it to sharpen my focus as I arch my back, driving my hips upward to maximize the crushing force of the body scissors.​"That's it," I whisper, the sound vibrating through my ribs and directly into your ear. "Slow down. Just let go. You're fighting the inevitable now bitch".​I can feel your heart hammering against mine, a frantic rhythm that’s starting to stumble. I don't loosen a single muscle; I keep the squeeze relentless, waiting for your hands to drop and your body to go limp so I can officially claim what I’ve earned. You’re fading, and the gym is going silent for you. My cock is throbbing and rock hard inside my jockstrap almost ripping through the cloth of my jockstrap.

16:07 Jockboyx1: trapped and helpless, the lock choking me too much and your muscled legs squeezing in on my sides making my ribs cave in, feeling your big thick hard cock in your bulge on my abs , i breath out and cant get air in, as i move my hands from your chin about to tap then both arms drop as i go out, seeing black koed in your double hold

16:10 The_ginger_stunner: I feel the sudden, heavy weight of your body as your resistance vanishes. Your hands, which were just clawing desperately at my chin, slide down my chest and hit the mat with a limp thud. The frantic hammering of your heart against my ribs slows to a heavy, unconscious pulse.​Even with you out cold, I don't let go immediately. I hold the squeeze for five more seconds, savoring the total stillness of your 180 pound frame pinned beneath me. I relish the sensation of my rock-hard quads buried into your sides and my bicep cutting deep into your throat, ensuring the victory is absolute.​Slowly, I uncross my ankles and release the headlock. Your head lolls back onto the canvas, face flushed and eyes closed. I roll out from under you, my chest heaving as I stand up on shaky, bare feet. I look down at my prize the man who thought he could put me on my knees, now silenced and broken in the center of the ring.​"Mine," I breathe out, the word echoing in the empty gym. I reach down, grabbing your ankles and dragging your limp body toward the corner, ready to begin the terms of my ownership now that the MSL bout is over.

16:13 Jockboyx1: koed and limp over you as you hold me still, then push me off as i fall to my back, breathing but out of it, you see my muscled body coated in sweat with my hard bulge sticking out, my face red as you drag me still koed to the corner

16:19 The_ginger_stunner: I look down at you as I drag your heavy, unconscious frame across the canvas. Your skin is slick, the overhead lights gleaming off the sweat that coats your 180 lbs of muscle. Even in defeat, you look like a powerhouse, but you’re a powerhouse that belongs to me now.​I drop your ankles once we reach the corner and stand over you, my chest still heaving from the exertion. I’m not forgotten about that knee to my groin. My "Ginger Stunner" face is set in a hard, predatory mask as I reach down and strip the jockstrap from your limp body, exposing you completely.​I kneel between your thick, muscular thighs, my bare knees pressing into the mat. I don't wait for you to wake up. I wrap my hand around your weight, my fingers digging in and squeezing with a firm, punishing pressure around your balls. I want the first thing you feel when you drift back to consciousness to be the reminder that I own every inch of you and that playing dirty with me comes with a very painful price.​"Wake up," I growl, leaning down so my orange hair brushes your flushed face, my grip tightening on your balls. "I want you to feel exactly what happens to a loser who tries to take a cheap shot at his owner."​I watch your eyelids flutter, waiting for the moment your eyes find mine and you realize you're naked, helpless, and completely at my mercy.

16:23 Jockboyx1: dragged to the corner as you drop my legs, still koed, then you strip me, my hard cock and tight full balls out, my eyes flicker as i see you over me then yell out i pain, "ahhhhh fuck my ballsssss,, what are you doing" i moan out in a groggy voice i feel the pain, my cock already starting to leak as you crush the precum from my balls, moaning

16:29 The_ginger_stunner: I look down at you with cold, triumphant eyes as your consciousness slams back into reality through a cloud of pain. My hand is a vice around you, my fingers digging into your full, heavy sack, punishing you for that desperate knee earlier. I watch your face contort, your mouth hanging open as you gasp out in agony and confusion, your body twitching against the canvas.​"What am I doing?" I repeat, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low vibrato. I lean in closer, my sweat dripping onto your heaving, muscled chest. "I’m reminding you of your place. You lost. You're property now."​I increase the pressure for one last, sharp second, making you cry out again, before I let go and stand over you. I look down at your "bubblebutt" and the thick, powerful legs that I just crushed into submission. My own white jockstrap is strained to the limit, the outline of my 28-year-old virility pulsing with the rush of the win.​"Shut the fuck up, bitch," I growl, cutting off your groggy protests. I reach down and hook my fingers into your hips, flipping your 180-pound frame over like it weighs nothing. I want you face-down, your nose pressed into the mat we just bled on.​"You wanted to play rough, now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for," I hiss, kneeling over your lower back and pinning you down with my weight. "Get ready, fucker. I'm going to take every bit of that arrogance out of you until you're begging for me to stop."

16:34 Jockboyx1: looking up at your face over me as i moan out in pain feeling your hand crush in on my balls, my hard cock leaking like crazy now as you keep crushing, knowing my pain is just starting as your dominance takes over, your body over me as you take full control over me, your sweat dripping on me, then a deep shiver runs down my spine as you say im your property now, worried by your dominant demearner that i maybe your property for longer than just this post match stake, you stand over me, looking up at your muscled ass and legs worried where you might sit down, then you flip me face down as my muscled back and ass stick out with my hard leaking cock and swelling balls lay between my legs, feeling you straddle my body now , worried whats to come, "oh fuck, what are you going to do to me?"

16:42 The_ginger_stunner: I feel the tremor running through your spine as I settle my full weight onto the small of your back. From this angle, you’re just a sprawling landscape of defeated muscle a 180 pound engine that I’ve successfully stalled out. My “Ginger Stunner” frame is a stark contrast against your skin, my pale, sweat-slicked quads pinning your thick thighs to the canvas so you can’t even think about bucking me off. I reach down, grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to feel the arch in your own spine as I lean over you. “You should be worried,” I hiss into your ear, my breath hot against your neck. “Because you weren’t just wrestling for a win tonight. You were wrestling for your freedom, and you choked.” I run my hand down your back, my palm flat against your rippling lats, feeling the frantic heat of your skin. When I reach your “bubble butt,” I don’t go easy. I deliver a stinging open-handed slap that echoes through the silent gym, the sound sharp and final. I want that mark to glow red, a brand of my ownership that matches the fire in my hair. “You’re going to be my personal project for a long, long time,” I growl, shifting my weight so you feel the hard, undeniable pressure of my intent pressing into your lower back. “I’m going to break that spirit of yours until the only thing you know how to do is obey. Now, stay still. Your master is just getting started with you.” I reach under your stomach, my fingers finding your leaking cock and swollen, aching balls again, reminding you with a firm tug that every part of you belongs to me now. As I thrust my 9 inches hard thick cock deep inside your man cunt and start to plow it deep and hard, faster and faster as I pump your cock, pre cum leaking from your cock as I plow your pussy arse raw

16:49 Jockboyx1: i feel you sit your naked ass onto my back gasp as you sit hard showing me how you are over me, face down worried whats to come, then i moan out as you pull my head back making my back and neck arch as i look up to your face, moaning my mouth open, a shiver runs down my spine again as you look down at me and tell me i should be worried and this is the start of your ownership of me, knowing this was not just for the points and post match stakes, you intended to break me into your bitch, then i feel and hear the spank my on my muscled ass, "ahhhhhh fuck man" i feel you move down and pull my hips up keeping my face down as you grab my cock and balls giving both a squeeze as i moan out, then i gasp as i feel you drill your huge thick cock into my tight hole, "oh fuck your cock is huge, thats too much too fast," as i moan out and wince in pain, "fuckkkk" biting my lower lip, feeling you pump as you take me making my hole yours, my cock jumps and leaks like crazy now,

16:55 The_ginger_stunner: I look down at the back of your head, watching your muscles cord and strain as I bury myself inside you. My "Ginger Stunner" frame is a machine of pure, rhythmic aggression now. I don't care that it’s "too fast", I want you to feel the full, overwhelming weight of your defeat with every thrust.​I reach forward, my hands gripping your shoulders, digging my fingers into your traps to anchor myself. I’m leaning my chest flat against your back, feeling the sweat-slicked friction of our muscled bodies grinding together. Every time I drive forward, I feel your hole stretching, struggling to accommodate the 28 year old power I'm forcing into you.​"It’s exactly the right speed for a loser," I growl, my voice vibrating through your spine. "You lost the right to dictate the pace the moment you went out in that headlock. This isn't a match anymore. This is just a master using his property."​I reach down with one hand, grabbing your hair again to yank your face up so I can see the pain and the involuntary pleasure crossing your features in the gym mirrors. I watch your cock twitch and leak onto the mat, your body betraying your pride as I claim your tightest space.​"Look at yourself," I hiss, my breath ragged as I pick up the tempo, my hips slamming against your muscled glutes with a heavy, wet thud. "Ripped, solid, and completely taken. You’re going to take every inch of this until you learn to love the feeling of being owned."​I shift my grip to your hips, my thumbs digging into your pelvic bones as I pull you back onto me, meeting every gasp of yours with another deep, soul shaking thrust that marks you as mine forever. My slave!

17:04 Jockboyx1: moaning as you pump and fuck me deep and hard now, my muscled ass ripples as you slam into me as you pump, i hear your words as my spine shivers again, my head pulled back by my hair bending my back and neck as im forced to look at you fucking me, moan face giving painfilled expressions til my hole takes your cock better, then feeling of pleasure kicking in as your big thick cock punches my p spot hard, making my cock leak like crazy, looking in the mirror now as you power fuck me, "oh fuck you are breaking me Sir" calling you sir now as i show my respect for my new place with you, i feel you grab my hips now as you slam fuck me harder breaking me more, "oh fuck you are going to make me cum hands free Sir"

17:12 The_ginger_stunner: Look into the mirror in the gym from the ring, our eyes locking as I watch the transformation take place. Seeing your 180 pound muscular frame arching under me, your face flushed and your lips trembling as you finally utter that word Sir is the ultimate victory. The “Ginger Stunner” has officially broken the challenger. “That’s right,” I growl, my voice thick with exertion as I tighten my grip on your hip bones, my knuckles turning white. “Know your place. You’re not a competitor anymore; you’re just a body for me to use.” I shift my angle, driving my hips upward with a brutal, rhythmic force that targets your G-spot with every single lunge. I can see your cock twitching violently, the pre cum slicking the mat beneath you as you hover on the edge of a hands-free collapse. I relish the way your muscled back ripples and your glutens quiver under the relentless assault of my weight. “You want to cum for me?” I hiss, leaning down to bite the sensitive skin of your shoulder, tasting the salt of your sweat. “Then earn it. Take every bit of this ownership. Tell me who you belong to while I finish you off!” I accelerate into a final, frantic pace, my chest slamming against your back with wet, heavy thuds. I’m not just fucking you; I’m marking the internal territory of my new property, pushing you past the point of no return until your entire body belongs to the rhythm I’ve set.

17:17 Jockboyx1: moaning loudly in the gym as you power fuck me deep and hard, your huge cock slamming and owning my ass, the room filled with slapping fuck sounds now, feeling you bite me just to show an added part of owning me fully now, beaten, broken and being fucked hard, then you angle your big thick hard to my p spot and hammer it hard, "oh fuck im going to cum Sir" as i moan out and shoot ropes of cum hard to the wrestling canvas, as my hole grips your big thick cock even harder, gasping as you fuck the cum out of me breaking me into your bitch

17:22 The_ginger_stunner: I watch in the mirror as your body finally gives in, your 180-lb muscular frame seizing up as you erupt across the canvas. Your cum hits the mat in thick, frantic ropes, fuelled by the relentless pounding of my cock against your G spot. I can feel your hole contracting in desperate, rhythmic waves, clenching around me with a strength that only a broken athlete can manage. "That's it," I growl, my voice a guttural rasp as I feel the surge of my own climax building behind my hips. "Give it all to me. Bleed that pride out of you until there's nothing left but my mark." I don't slow down just because you've finished. I drive even harder into your quivering ass, the slapping sounds echoing through the empty gym like a drumbeat of total conquest. Your legs are shaking, your head is lashing back against my shoulder, and you're gasping for air as I fuck the very last of your resistance out of you. I reach down and grab both of your wrists, pinning them to the mat in front of you, stretching your ripped physique to its absolute limit. I want you to feel every ounce of my weight and every inch of my cock as I prepare to claim my prize. "You're not just a loser anymore," I hiss, my teeth bared in a predatory grin as I feel my own release snapping. "You're my personal gym slave. Every muscle, every gasp, every drop of that cum belongs to your Sir." With one final, bone deep lunge, I bury myself to the hilt and pour everything into you, marking the inside of my new property while you're still twitching from your own release. I hold you there, pinned and filled, letting the silence of the gym settle over us as the MSL bout ends and your new life as my property begins.

17:31 Jockboyx1: i cum hard as you fuck it right out of me breaking me deeply into your new slave bitch, you only fuck me harder and faster as you make me cum hard, the the slapping fuck sounds pick up pace as i feel your big cock swell even bigger, "oooohhhh fuckkkk Sirrrrr im your bitch now!!" feeling it build up in you then you flood my hole marking me as yours, "yes Sir im your gym slave i will do what you want you can fuck me anytime you want," feeling you still cum in me til you finish, this match had more than just the match, made into a broken cum dump to "The Ginger Stunner" as i gasp face down

17:36 The_ginger_stunner: I remain buried deep inside you for several long moments, the only sound in the gym being our synchronized, heavy gasps and the distant hum of the lights. I can feel your heart hammering against your spine, the rhythm of a man who has been completely dismantled. My pale, freckled chest is pressed flat against your dark, sweat slicked back, our muscled frames fused together in the aftermath of the conquest.​"Good boy," I murmur, my voice low and dark, vibrating through your ribcage. I don't pull out immediately, I want you to feel the cooling heat of my mark inside you, a constant reminder of the "Ginger Stunner’s" dominance. "You’ve finally learned the most important lesson of the MSL muscle doesn't mean a thing if you don't have the will to keep it."​I slowly withdraw, the sound of skin on skin wet and final. I stand over you, my 170 lbs of ripped muscle looking lean and lethal in the overhead glow. I look down at my new property sprawled out, covered in sweat and cum, eyes glassy and body broken. I reach down and give your reddened, muscled glute one final, sharp slap.​"Get used to the mat, slave," I growl, turning to walk toward the gym’s showers without looking back. "Clean yourself up. Then find my gym bag and meet me in the locker room. Your first task as my property starts the moment I step out of that water."​I leave you there on the canvas, a defeated 180 pound masterpiece of muscle, knowing that from this night on, your strength only exists to serve my whims. The MSL tournament gave me the win, but my own hands made you mine.

17:39 The_ginger_stunner: The end.