Muscle_God_Builders

The Cocktail

Maxim Stone:

Ding, ding, ding! Another victory for the King. That's right, bitches, Maxim Stone just claimed the belt. Look at this pathetic sack of shit beneath me. Two hundred eighty pounds of what? Garbage muscle. He's just a worthless mess on the canvas while I flex these 20” pythons for the crowd.

I vault over the top rope and strut down the ramp, let these pathetic fanboys drool over my popping veins, paper-thin skin over mountains of gear-fueled beef. I swagger into the locker room, my phone's blowing up. Some text from a number I don't recognize: "Want more of what made you the main event? 124 Washington St. 8PM tonight. I'll bring the special sauce.- Davin." Fuck yeah. Fresh juice. I’ve added 30 pounds of muscle in weeks. Nobody's taking this belt from me.

I squeeze my jacked quads into this camo thong that's beggin' for mercy. Thirty inches of pure beef, bitches. Slap on my camo stringer, Christ, these pecs are monsters. Milk-makers hangin' out both sides like I'm some roided-up wet nurse. My nipples could cut glass. Tear away shorts then boots finish the look. I’m out headed to Davin’s. Need that juice bad.

Ten minutes later i’m knocking at the door…

Daven Renz:

I've gotten Maxim Stone famous champion wrestling addicted to trying my new cocktail of steroids. I earn a lot of cash betting on you in the underground. The steroids are special cause they are undetectable to the officials and ref. To them you are 100% natural professional talent. I've sent you a text message knowing my drug finally got you to the peak and now time to harvest the fruit of my labor.

I heard you knocking at my door. "Come in come in. Have the new line of protein steroid drink on the house big man. Get comfortable champion." As I bring up the contract hiding the words of me intentions telling you. "Here's the deal I'll supply you a lifetime worth of roids if you impressed me in a high stakes wrestling match against me. Don't have to hold back. It going be like on your sexual match until one can't fight anymore." But I need you sign the fine print if you are willing accept the offer. As I didn't mention if I win I get to own you and your belt.

The new shakes filled with erotic drugs and pills to make you drunken and cocky to flex off and show off.

Maxim Stone:

Door swings open and there you stand. This is Daven? Some scrawny Asian dude - maybe a buck sixty soaking wet.

The contract hits the table. Lifetime supply of juice for the taking. Then you're shoving some neon green shit in my face. "Latest batch," you say. Down the hatch it goes. BOOM! My heart's a fucking jackhammer. Every vein in my body's popping like I'm a walking anatomy chart. My pecs are twitching like they got their own heartbeat. I'm a Genetic Freak incarnate with pure liquid power coursing through every fiber of my jacked system.

You jam a pen between my fingers. "Sign it, big man," you smirk. "Just gotta show me what you got in one little match." I sign without reading, the juice is lighting up my nervous system. I guzzle down another bottle of gear…

Daven Renz:

I grin as you guzzle down the bottle of the protein steroid mix. As it enter into your system you body tense and flex like crazy. This military roid champion sign the contract that binds him to the deal. His muscle head doesn't know all my tricks when he mindless sign away.

I come up and play with your sexy big juicy roid nipples. Slowly tugging them guiding you to my private sexual ring. Guiding you passed the private gym with heavy equipment into a room. You see custom wrestling ring in a basement. You see latex black ropes cover in padding. Turn buckle cover red latex and the stage illuminated with yellow stage light. The walls cover in mirrors. The canvas made with a hard memory foam cover in a white tarp. The ring have wall outside the ring about 1 foot tall. Inside the canvas is have puddle of oil.

Maxim Stone:

I sign the contract, my hands go to my hips I tear away my shorts revealing the camo thong. “Let’s do this Daven! That juice is all mine” I bark confidently.

Then you strike like a viper, hands targeting my chest like some twisted submission hold. Jesus H. Christ. You've got both my  nips in a death grip, tugging them like you're trying to milk a cow. My throat betrays me, first a gasp, then a full-on moan that echoes down the hall. Fuck me, I can't stop it. My massive pecs spasm and swell with each twist, turning my own roided-out body against me, using my tits like some kind of fucked-up leash as you parade your new championship trophy down the corridor.

The door swings open. Holy shit. Wrestling paradise. Mirrors everywhere, floor, walls, ceiling. My reflection hits me from every angle. There I am, 230 pounds of championship muscle, veins popping, skin stretched thin over gear-fueled mass, my chest still caught in your vise grip…

Daven Renz:

I grin as I pull this muscle cow onto the ring. Having you follow me into your wrestling corners your barefoot in the slippery oil. Love your muscles pecs bounce and flexing around at my touch. Your big muscle body becoming a 300 lb hulking beast.

My mouth softly leans in and suck and lick your pecs. Making this muscle champion flex his goods and pose for me. Feeling my hot lips brushing both your nipples. My finger gently tugging and twisting your other. My tongue focusing on your right nipples. Feeling me flickering at your nipples tip. Then a sharp suck as I stretch it in my mouth. While my tongue massage it.

All while I grab the oil and start slathering and oiling you up for our hot wrestling oil match. Trying get the champ drunken with erotic sensational to show off and pose for me.

Maxim Stone:

I stagger to keep up with you as I’m dragged into the wrestle room by my milk-filled pecs. Can't even walk straight with these massive thighs grinding against each other. You haul me over the threshold like a trophy steer. You don’t even slow, just yank me over the low wall and shove me through the ropes.

It’s then I see myself. I arrived here at 230 pounds, I stare into the mirror now an easy 280# pounds of juiced up muscle. You don’t stop, not for a second. You wedge your mouth under my pec and bite down with soft, hot lips, tongue swirling around my aching nipple while your hands pinch and roll both at once. The sensation is electric. I lurch, almost fall, my knees buckling from the charge that shoots through my chest and down to my cock. My dick goes zero to nuclear, the thong a useless net as my whole package bloats into a fat, leaking sausage, fluid already soaking camo thong and oozing down my thigh. A line of drool runs from your mouth to my skin as you pop off and suck the other nipple, harder this time, making my whole upper body twitch and convulse.

“More,” I grunt, “I need more juice.” The words are half-growl, half-plea, and I don’t care. I want every last ounce of mass. I want to drown in size. I raise my arms for a double biceps, my arms balloon, forearms corded with muscle and pulsing with blood. Hands forced open by the thickness, fingers bent from the pump. I flex, for myself, for you, for the whole fucking world. The effect is instant: every muscle in my upper body leaps into higher relief, veins spiderweb out, my skin so thin I can see the striations ripple under the surface. I flex my chest and watch my nipples point straight out, stiff and huge, just begging for more. My roidgut pushes forward, thick and hard, the price of my superhuman power…

Daven Renz:

You are oozing your pecs and cock leaking like crazy. Watching you flex for the world. Hearing you moan you want juice. Your roid gut becoming shredded and your muscle form defined. The steroids taking their effect. Your mind becoming arrogant and cocky as you drown in your own greed to get bigger and stronger than any wrestler in the world.

I ask for the champion if he's ready to wrestle. "Are you ready to wrestle and bet your body and life on the line? All for a lifetime of juice and more." Before you can respond I give another different juice. As I press my hot asain pits into your nose and mouth. Making you inhale my dominate master scent that will chain your mind and body to me in this ring. While my fingers pinches and work your tits to squirt more milk out of you.

Horny for a bodybuilder flex show while I dominate you. Your purpose is to be a glorified show off champion trying flex and ramble cocky words out your mouth to look good in front the mirror you think camera as I breed and own you.

Maxim Stone:

I double down, flex my pecs harder, exaggerate the slab of beef stretching my skin, but the sensation is wrong. The pressure in my chest goes nuclear, veins throbbing so hard I think they’ll split. Then the first white bead bubbles from my left nipple, rolls down my pec. I stare at it, horror and lust wrestling in my roid-fried brain. “Fuck,” I moan. You scoop the bead with your tongue, and the taste makes your eyes light up, like you just scored the real trophy.

I flex harder, desperate to reverse it, but that just squeezes out more. Twin streaks of creamy liquid ooze from both nips, tracing lines down my shredded front, pooling in the deep cut between the overgrown slabs. It runs over my roidgut. The milk coats my abs, and with every breath, it just keeps coming. I’m a fucking fountain. You keep kneading at the pecs, suckling, squeezing, milking me like a show cow, and my body betrays me completely. Each tug of your mouth makes my balls clench, but the only thing my cock can do is shrivel. The harder my muscles get, the smaller my dick looks by comparison. I try to flex it, but it’s like the juice eats it from the inside. I’m a walking warehouse of protein and testosterone, but my cock is a little thumb, shriveled and totally outclassed by the meat on my bones. The thong’s a joke; there’s nothing left to hide, just a little nub poking into the soaked camo.

I’m snapped back to reality when you ask if I’m ready to wrestle. “Ya you fucker … you are dead meat!” before I can move your arm swings up, your musky pit covers my nose, mouth, I’m stunned - your musk intoxicating me. My voice breaks. My juiced up bitch tits ache for more abuse. I try to fight you off, but my arms are too swollen and pumped to bend. My pecs flex involuntarily, milk spraying everywhere. Every mirror shows the same pathetic scene, former champion turned into a leaking dairy cow. My package? Gone. Just a tiny nub hiding under mountains of muscle. I keep growing, another 20 pounds of muscle ...

Daven Renz:

Your muscle getting bigger your chest huge with bullet like nipples. Your cock is a nub and shrink. Your roid gut becoming small as your muscle toned, leaned, and ripped up. Condensing your power muscle. I press my pits and scrubbed them all over your nose and mouth. Making sure you all you can breath is me. I grab a towel and rub my scent into your pecs and pits.

My mouth sucking and chewing those giant nipples left to right as I dragon sleeper you into the corner turnbuckle. Enjoying your juicy muscle and watching you flex. My hands wonder around and rub those oil muscle.

 Maxim Stone:

Your armpit swallows my face in this dragon sleeper hold. I can't breathe. Just your musk filling my lungs. Fuck. My traps bulge against your forearm, twenty-four inches of pure juice. My pecs leak like a bitch in heat while you work my nipples. "Give me more juice!” I snarl into your pit, voice breaking. My abs tighten, striations popping through paper-thin skin. No fucking way I'm tapping out to this cruiserweight. I flex my neck, thick as a bull's, and power out of your hold.

I tower over the ring like a fucking monster. No one's ever juiced like this. "You're dead meat, Daven!" I snarl through gritted teeth. "Ready to tap out to these guns?" I slam my tree-trunk quads against the mat. Veins snake across my skin like fucking highways. I lock into the crab pose, shoulders hunched forward, fists clenched at my sides. Every muscle in my body explodes outward. My 30-inch waist looks like a damn anatomy chart, eight-pack carved in granite. My chest hangs like two slabs of beef, nipples pointing down at you. I'm a walking steroid factory.

I lunge forward like a juiced-up freight train. My 24-inch pythons stretch out, veins popping like fucking roadmaps. "Get ready for the squeeze of your life!" My chest heaves, nipples rock-hard and leaking. One bearhug and you're done. My traps are mountains, delts like bowling balls. "Gonna break your spine and then your will, bitch!" Time for the main event, me destroying your worthless ass…

Daven Renz:

I growl as you are broken free from my dragon sleeper hold. Your steroid making you a tough mad bull of pure steroid and strength. My small weight can hold you down as you power out my dragon sleeper. I was hard watching you do a mighty crab pose showing off your body and mighty guns. Responding , "you are going wish you stay in that corner Maxim Stone. "

I see you lunge forward like a freight train of muscle. Your big muscle is going for a deadly bear hug. With my small sizes I quick duck down and dodge at the last second. Watching your big muscle body crashed into the turnbuckle. The whole ring shaken and vibrate like a giant earthquake. I take my chance to tried to ripped and stripped you naked while you down. My head going for your ass for a hot rimmed job and eating your muscle roid hole out

Maxim Stone:

I thunder across the ring like a juiced-up rocket. My quads quake with each step. My pecs bounce like two slabs of beef. Gonna crush you in my bearhug, you little bitch! But you duck, what the fuck?, and I slam into the turnbuckle at full speed. The whole damn ring nearly collapses. I'm dazed, hanging there like a side of meat, my 24-inch pythons draped over the top ropes. Fucking humiliating. Can't even move while you circle behind me like a goddamn vulture.

My eyes catch the mirror, holy shit, is that me? Veins like garden hoses snake over mountains of beef. I'm a fucking god. My pathetic excuse for a cock twitches, soaking my thong with juice. The fabric stretches, hangs like a wet rag. Rage boils up. No way I'm getting punked like this. "Fuck you, Da…" Words die in my throat as you rip away the last shred of my dignity. The sopping thong hits the mat with a sick splat. I freeze, staring down at what used to be my manhood, now just a useless button nestled above two shrivelled-up grapes.

Fuck! Your hands grab my ass. Your thumbs dig deep between my massive glutes. You spread me wide open. Your hot breath hits first, then your tongue invades. You're fucking eating me out like I'm your last meal. I'm getting worked, brother. Totally jobbing out while you feast on my ass. Those watermelon glutes that squashed heavyweights are just your fucking dinner plate now. My rage fades to something worse. I'm getting turned on more and more. I hit a double bicep pose in the turnbuckle, checking myself out while you tongue-fuck me. My 24-inch pythons bulge as I flex. I'm still a goddamn monster. Push my ass back into your face. Hear myself moaning. " More juice…need it now!"

Daven Renz:

I heard you moaning for more juice. I while I tongue fuck and eat your hole feeling my tongue hitting you inside and massaging around your anus. The sounds echoing as my mouth sloppy squishing and squashing against your cheeks. Hearing me hummed in your ass as my tongue 👅 enter in and out your anus. Mhhh your sweaty ass start to twitch as I felt it with my tongue you are begging for a fucking.

I pull my face out your sweaty ass drench in your muscle roid juice. I see you flexing on the mirror. I turn you around to face me. Seeing the look in your eyes as I reach down with one hand and finger your muscle hole from behind. While I lean in and sucks your left pecs.

One finger siding in with ease as I press around your anus walls. Hitting around for your sweet spots and g spots. Making you squirt out your tiny cock and nipples. Watching you making a mess in the ring. As I conquer that ass and Meg it beg for my hot juice. Adding more finger until all 3 enter into your ass and stretch you out. Feeling my fingers going in deep and hitting your prostate.

Maxim Stone:

Your face is buried between my granite glutes while I flex against the turnbuckle. Slobbering all over my hole. Each jab of your tongue makes my juiced-up quads twitch. My roid-pumped ass offering up the best meal of your life.

Your tongue slides out of my ass with a sloppy pop. My inner quads soaked with slobber and ass juice.

You spin me around, my eyes stare needy, while my biceps still pop, desperate to prove I'm the alpha. "Look at these guns," I Bark. Your finger slides back into my hole and my legs nearly buckle. "FUCK!" I roar, voice cracking. You work me over, finger-banging my ass while I stand there taking it. My jaw drops. You shove another finger then another into my roid-hole stretching me wide, reaching my prostate,

Can't think straight. Jaw hanging open in lust. Then you latch onto my left pec, sucking my tit like it's the main event. My pathetic excuse for a dick just dribbles pre-cum onto the mat, a useless nub between my massive quads. My chest swells up, veins snaking across the surface, milk leaking down the deep cuts of my eight-pack. " Need more juice. Need it bad - Anything" I plead.

Daven Renz:

I hear you pleading as I work your muscle hole and your pecs roid juicy pecs your muscle 💪 tensing and flexing for yourself trying to prove your still alpha. Seeing your unhinge mouth as I lean up and spit into your face and mouth. Making you take my hot saliva. Your cock pathetically leaking precum like a horny slut in heat.

"You want juice roid beast? I'll give you some hot muscle juices." As I grab your legs and lift the up your quads having and stretching the lower ropes. Your big mass being the turnbuckle. Seeing the ring unable withstand your might roid muscle weight and power. The ring bend into a sex dungeon like chair. Make it easy access to pound your ass.

I pull my red jockstrap off my sweaty Asian body and gag you with into your mouth. I lean down my head to suck nipple and kiss your pecs. My cock slipping into your roid- hole feel your tight virgin champion hole squeeze and sucks in my cock. You were born to be a fucked toy. I pound your pitiful hot roid ass.

Feeling my small body rubs face to face with your sweaty body. Feeling my hot musky over power your roid muscle musk. This little Twink is slowly conquering and owning this roid beast completely.

Maxim Stone:

Your hands all over my juiced-up mass. Treating me like some cheap muscle whore. Fuck! You're milking my swollen pecs like they're prize cattle. My shrunken dick just dribbles pathetic juice while my tits leak roid-milk. You hawk a fat loogie right in my face. Spit drips down my cheeks, into my open mouth. "Swallow it, freak," you sneer. And I do. Like some broken bitch. My 300 pounds of gear-enhanced beef now just your personal protein shake dispenser.

You manhandle me back into the turnbuckle. My 300 pounds of competition-grade beef hanging useless. Fuck! You're spreading my tree trunk quads over the middle ropes. One massive leg. Then the other. Can't believe this shit. A twig like you exposing my hole. My arms dangle over the ropes. Gassed out. Sexually owned. My shriveled pin-dick just leaking pathetic juice between my spread legs. My bulk suspended, waiting for whatever humiliation comes next.

The ring buckles under my mass. Ropes can't handle these gains. I'm trapped. Try to move but my lats are too wide, quads too thick. All this gear, all these cycles, and for what? To be spread-eagled like some muscle bitch? My body betrays me now. Three hundred pounds of competition-grade beef hanging useless. Pinned by my own size.

Your red jock comes off in one smooth motion. "Don't fucking do it, Dav…" Too late. My mouth gets stuffed with sweaty fabric. Tastes like your ball sweat and cum. Can't spit it out. My jaw stretched wide like some post-workout protein bitch.

You line up against my roid-hole. Fuck! I try to scream "NO!" but all that comes out is a pathetic muffled grunt. Your cock head pushes against my muscle ring. Breaks through. My hole flexes around you, sucking you in deeper like it's hungry for gains. My glutes now just pussy muscles pulling you deeper into my guts. Your mouth finds my swollen pecs again, latching on like they're contest-winning tits, sucking them, draining me.

Your face inches from mine. I feel your breath. Then it happens. Your cock invades my roid hole. Slow at first. Testing. Then BAM! Full-on assault. My ass, once the pride of the Bodybuilding stagke, now your personal fleshlight. You're jackhammering me like I'm some backstage ring rat. Not the main event. Sweat drips off your forehead onto my juiced pecs. Each thrust rocks my 300 pounds of useless mass. The whole ring creaks under us. My grunts sound like a bitch in heat. Can't believe this is happening to me wrecked by a fucking twig...

Daven Renz:

Treating you like my whore as I pound your hard roid pussy hole over and over. Moaning as I start to leak and gushing precum. Pounding this grade A beef champion muscle hole. Slowly building up my load as I rub my hot musky sweaty all over you. Your no longer an alpha and champion. Just a muscle roid cum dump. As I start to unload ropes of my thick cum up your ass. Moaning as I pound your hole a few times making sure my cum is deep into your hole. Marking every inch of your anus walls with my cum.

Slowly I pull out my cock after one long sweaty fucking for a few minutes. I start to straddle myself on top of you. My ass sitting on your defined lean 8 pack abs. My cock slaps between your boulder defined hard pecs. I start to pinch and pull your nipples like leash. Rubbing my cock up and down your meaty pecs like my trophy toy. SLAMMING and splashing my sweaty and precum all over your chest and squirt a little at your face. While I drip my hot spit into your face. Humiliating this roid stud.

This match is beginning of a hard hot humiliating down fall.

Maxim Stone:

This pencil-necked nobody treating my competition-ready physique like his personal fuck doll. Each thrust makes my 300 pounds of champ muscle bounce pathetically. The ropes dig into my lats while you pound away. My quad sweeps, my barn-door back, my cannonball delts, all these gains mean nothing now. My career over, legacy gone. I’m just a living, breathing fleshlight for this sadistic fuck. You pound me, your cock turning my roid-hole into a swamp. Your body slams into me again and again, the slapping, sloppy sounds echoing off the walls, off the ring, off the inside of my skull. I should have crushed him. Instead I’m shaking and moaning, my whole body jerking with every thrust.

Every thrust punches a grunt from my throat. I’m leaking from every hole, my ruined little pin-dick dribble pre-cum.

Every part of me is on fire, every nerve ending screaming and then melting into white-hot pleasure, and all you do is pound my ass and I’m back to moaning. I want to fight, want to kill, but all I can do is spread my quads wider, my glutes contracting around your cock like they're hungry for more punishment.

You ram into me harder, destroying my gear-stretched hole. Your dick grows even thicker inside me, hammering my prostate till my vision blurs. You grunt like some animal in heat, then pile-drive balls-deep. My ruined muscle-pussy grips your dominant shaft, draining every fucking drop you pump out. Your hot load floods my insides, burning through me like a bad pin injection. You don't stop, just keep slamming, forcing your juice deeper until it's oozing past your cock. My shrivelled nuts contract, my pathetic roid-dick spurting one sad, watery load onto the canvas. Fucking humiliated. Destroyed. And still craving more like the muscle-whore I've become.

You pull out, still rock-hard, cum dripping everywhere. Fuck! You're climbing up my mass now. Straddling my shredded waist. Your dick slides between my juiced pecs. These swollen meat slabs now just your personal flesh pillows. My chest heaves with each breath.

You start yanking, needing my swollen udders.Tits leaking gear-milk down my striated abs.

You spit into my face again, just to remind me who is the Alpha. I’m not a man anymore. I’m a freak show, your personal protein cow. I want you to keep fucking me, keep using me. I want to be ruined, to be made even bigger, more monstrous, more useless except as a pumping, leaking, moaning thing. “More,” I hear myself whine. “Please. Bigger. Need more juice. Whatever it takes!”

Daven Renz:

I heard you begging for more and wanting more juice. My hands gripping your nipples like leash as I pound my cock between your pecs. Hearing the splash and spliss as my cock slams into oil skin. The sounds of clapping of your pecs as I jumped them. Watching them vibrate and shake. The splashing off your pecs. My precum and sweaty into your face.

I start to pull your hair and make my cock slams into your mouth as I was on the verge of climax. My legs starts to wrap around. Your head scissoring in as I plug my cock throat deep into your mouth. Moaning, " you want your juice. Here's your fuckin juice. I'm going cummmmmmm fucckkkk " as I start to unload several ropes of my thick sweet asain honey into your mouth. Overfilling your mouth. I've slowly pull my cock out to decorate and desecrate your face and pecs with my Asain cum.

Maxim Stone:

Your jock slides off my face, leaving a trail of spit and sweat. I'm slobbering like a bitch in heat. Begging "More juice." Your calloused fingers twist my nipples. My chest, my fucking competition-winning, striated, vascular chest, twitches and swells under your grip. Each mammoth pec bounces, leaking gear-milk down my abs. Your veiny cock slams repeatedly into my deep pec gutter, now it's just your personal fuck-trench. Your precum shoots out coating my perfect shelf-like pecs with glistening trails, spraying my face, splashing up and drizzling into my mouth and nose. I'm just your 300-pound, hypertrophied cumrag now, a walking steroid experiment gone wrong.

I'm wrecked. Totally spent. My massive traps can't even hold my head up anymore. You grab my hair. Yank my skull back like it's nothing. Lock those lean quads around my bull neck. "Here's your fucking juice," you sneer. My bloodshot eyes bulge as you ram that python down my throat. No mercy. No pause. Just brutal face-fucking while my oxygen gets cut off. My throat bulges around your shaft. Can't breathe. Can't think. Spit and precum bubble from my lips.

Your cock throbs like a vein python. Fuck. You're blasting now. Hot ropes shoot straight down my throat. Can't breathe. Can't swallow fast enough. My throat's stretched wide, each pulse floods my gut like a protein shake from hell. My bloated stomach distends. I'm still swallowing. Still taking it. My massive delts quiver as you drain every last drop into your personal muscle whore.

Your cock slides out with a wet pop. Jizz rockets across my face. Fuck. Hot ropes paint my forehead, my cheeks, my fucking competition-ready jawline. You smear your dickhead across my lips. This pencil-neck just used my throat like a cum dumpster and I fucking took it all. He slaps his softening meat against each cheek, marking me like I'm his property.

Daven Renz:

I grin taking a picture of the mess I made you in. Your muscle tense roid body cover in my cum and yours milk and seed. A lewd display of once a champion of the underground and unbeatable tank. Now reduce to a cum dump for a small guy. Most important the contract you sign away let's me own your body and freedom if I somehow win by breeding you and you can no longer fight.

"Looks like this is end of the ropes for your career as the untamed muscle champion. And new glorious career as my personal champion cum dump." I reach out side the canvas to get a special advance dog collars. It's wrapped around your thick muscular neck and tied comfortable. The dog tag saying , "property and slave of Daven Renz" I start to tug at your collar commanding you get out the ring and be all four for master.

Maxim Stone:

You back away. Eyes scanning me like I’m your fucking masterpiece. Reaching through the ropes, you snatch your phone and start snappin’ shots. Each click another nail in my coffin.

Fucking hell. Look at me now. Twenty-four-inch pythons just hanging there useless. Can't even flex anymore. Head down like some bitch. Face glazed with cum. Your jizz still leaking outta my slack jaw. My competition chest, my fucking money-maker, just drooping there. Tits all red and swollen, still leaking like a bitch in heat. Roid-milk pooling on my shredded eight-pack. Barn-door lats spread wide. Massive quads still trembling. Came in as the mass monster. The freak. Now I'm just your cum rag. Some juice monkey who got owned by a dude half my size. Signed my life away for another hit. Another cycle. Fucking pathetic.

That smirk on your face says it all, my fucking career's finished. You reach past the ropes for a goddamn dog collar, the metal tags jingling like some sick victory bell. When I see "Property and Slave" etched on that tag, I know I'm done. You snap it around my freakish neck, twenty-two inches of pure vascularity, and one yank later, I'm crawling like a roided beast. "Out of the ring. Now." Your words hit hard. I drag my three hundred pounds of competition muscle across that canvas, my cannonball delts screaming, horseshoe tris popping with each pathetic movement. My glutes still dripping your cum, rippling and jiggling as I crawl away. Humiliated. Broken. Owned. 

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Published: 2026-01-05, viewed 138 times.