Muscle_God_Builders

Maxim Stone vs Cannonball

Maxim Stone:

Music cuts. I explode through the curtain like I fuckin' own this dump. Place goes nuclear. Of course they do. Look at this body, twenty inch pythons, pecs like two slabs of prime beef bouncing with each step, quads swinging. My little red posers barely cage my junk.

I duck under the bottom rope, graceful for a 230-pound god, hit a most muscular that makes the front row almost cream themselves. My boys howling from ringside: "MAX-IM! MAX-IM!" I pace the canvas like a jacked-up predator, waiting for whatever pathetic jobber they've fed me tonight.

Cannonball:

I walk in the arena, trough the crowds, and i get close to my buds..and they slap my shoulders..and cheer for me..and then i climb to the ring cross the ropes and then..hands up and i scream a big YEAHHHHHH !!! My buds yelling to me…DESTROY THAT BIG HELIUM BOY…!!! THEN…I take a look at you…Another bber that I play and destroy tonight…

Maxim Stone:

Crowd roars as you head down the ramp. Fucking joke. Some geriatric jobber. I flex my 20-inch pythons, veins snaking across mountains of muscle. You climb into the ring like you belong here. Cute. "Like what you see, grandpa? Memorize it before I send you to the hospital!" I launch across the canvas. Pure explosive power. Spear you into the turnbuckle so hard the whole ring shakes. BOOM! Three gut shots make you fold. "Welcome to the big leagues, fossil. Tonight's your retirement match, permanent style!" I back up, spread my arms wide, showboating, dropping my arms I lunge in towards you.

Cannonball:

Fuck…the bell didn’t ring, you jump one me like a beast ready to destroy his prey…i’m in the corner, pain on my back and i see you coming your arms up…as you get close to me…I kick you with both feet in your big package…BANGGGGG!!!…How do you like that bitch?

Maxim Stone:

I charge in, 230 pounds of grade-A beef coming to flatten your sorry ass. Arms up for the kill when-FUCK! your boots rocket straight into my balls. Bull's-eye. My nuts feel like they've been shot through a meat grinder. My massive frame crumples to the mat, knees first, I stare up at you, your ugly mug, can't even get a sound out while my nuts throb.

Cannonball:

As you're down laying on the canvas.i grab your big legs…split them wide open, and i kick your package few times…POW, POW,POW!!! How is it bitch?

Maxim Stone:

Your hands pry apart my tree trunk quads like they're nothing. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Three stomps right on my package. ARGH! My nuts are halfway to my fuckin' tonsils. Just pain shooting up my spine. I scramble away on all fours like some pathetic animal, clawing for the ropes. The crowd's laughing. At ME! Maxim Stone! "You're fucking dead!" I shout.

Cannonball:

As you try to roll to the ropes i grab you by your legs those ones you did work at the gym earlier…and then i force your left one on the bottom rope, and i kick the knee repeatedly. you like that bitch?

Maxim Stone:

Fingers graze the bottom rope before you snatch my legs. You wrench my left one over the bottom rope. CRACK! Your boot smashes my knee, again and again. Pain shoots up my quad. Roid-rage kicks in like a shot of adrenaline. I haul my 230 pounds up, wobbling, stumbling. "FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!"

I cock my fists like I'm in some damn boxing match and throw a haymaker that wouldn't hit the side of a barn. My swing cuts through empty air while the crowd erupts, laughing their asses off at the sight of a jacked-up beast like me flailing.

Cannonball:

I kick your left leg again to force you fall on your back…then i pull on your both legs bring you to the pole…as i get down off the ring…grab again your big legs and the left i slam it hard on the pole…and again…and a third one…Bang… you like that big boy?

Maxim Stone:

ARGH FUCK! Finally on my feet, your shit-kicker slams into my knee again, CRACK! Twenty inch pythons, shredded abs, massive pecs, don't mean jack when your leg buckles. Down I go, my back slapping the canvas like raw meat. You grab my tree-trunk leg, and drag my 230 pounds of premium beef to the turnbuckle. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My knee explodes against the steel. Tears blur the arena lights. The crowd's howling for blood, MY blood! I hobble away on one good leg, my red posers riding up my ass, veins throbbing across my quads like garden hoses ready to burst.

Cannonball:

So big boy your big muscles doesn’t serve you…as you're standing on one leg…i grab your right arm and with my other hand…i send you to the turn buckle…you hit the corner hard and roughly…and i’m running charging you and body smash you with a clothesline on your pecs and my knee on your abs…BOOM…then i step back on my feet watching you in trouble…my buds love what they see…Yeeahh!!!

Maxim Stone:

This fucking geriatric midget grabs my arm like a vise. Next thing I know, WHAM! he Irish-whips my ass across the ring. My blown-out knee buckles. Can't stop the momentum. Crash into the turnbuckle with my 20-inch pythons draped over the top rope like useless meat. Can't even get my bearings before, BOOM!!!, clothesline from hell smashes my chest. My juiced pecs ripple taking the hit. Lungs empty in one pathetic gasp. Now I'm just hanging here, drooling, veins bulging but muscles useless. My roidgut heaves in and out. Can't even lift my head. Your side of the arena's going apeshit. My boys? Dead fucking silent.

Cannonball:

I bring you to the ropes…rub your big arms with the top ones and the middle ones…and then…i punch your package like a punching bag…non stop…Yeahh, my buds Yell RIGHT ON THE SAC CANNON..DESTROY HIS BIG BALLS. I take a break for a moment and then…to make sure you’ll not try to wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze me hard…i kick your left knee…to give you more pain…and back on your package…and i walk back…watching the suffering…laughing…

Maxim Stone:

You drag my beaten muscle away from the turnbuckle and slam me into the ropes. Fuck! My legs dangle. Can't even get my bearings before your fist connects with my ballsack. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Like a goddamn speedbag. Each shot worse than the last. My nuts feel like they're in my throat. The crowd's howling, pointing, losing their shit. Arms hanging useless while you destroy the family jewels. One final boot to my blown knee and I'm done. Hanging in the ropes, roidgut heaving, spit dripping from my slack jaw. "No more... please..." The words leak out like a bitch. The arena erupts when you back away. They see my red posers soaked through with pre cum. Fucking humiliated.

Cannonball:

I release you from the ropes, you fall down flat on your face…i grab your red trunks…tear them off from your butt…i sit on your back…grab your big muscled legs…and i go for a boston crab…bending you in two…yeahh. My buds yell…destroy him…make him submit…yeah…i don’t hear your buds…bending you hard…and i grab your balls and stretch them hard…yeahh…how is it big muscle pussy boy?

Maxim Stone:

I crash face-first onto the canvas when you release me, my 230 pounds of useless muscle hitting like a sack of wet cement. Before I can even twitch, your hands are tearing at my posers. The fabric rips away from my ass with a sound that makes the crowd howl. You toss my sweat-soaked trunks to your buddies like a fucking trophy.

"FUCK!" I scream as you straddle my back, your bony ass digging into my lats. You grab my tree trunk legs and wrench them backward into a Boston Crab. My spine feels like it's about to snap. My veiny forearms slap the mat uselessly. This geriatric motherfucker is making me his bitch! Your crew's screaming for blood while my so-called fans sit in stunned silence. Then your claws find my crushed nuts and PULL. "No more..." I whimper.

Cannon:

Stretching your balls more…bending you more in two…twisting your legs…your left knee is red of pain…say it boy…say it to your old man.

Maxim Stone:

Jesus fucking Christ! Nuts stretched, sweat pours off me. My sack's about to tear clean off. Can't take this shit anymore. My fingers claw at the canvas, desperate for anything to grab onto. I push up, my twenty-inch pythons and horseshoe triceps bulging under the lights. Almost up…almost…WHAM! You drop your bony ass right on my spine. Something cracks. That's it. I'm done. "ARRRGH! I GIVE! I FUCKING SUBMIT!"

Cannonball:

Good boy but i’m not done with you…i turn you facing to your buds…and bend you again stretching your balls…Say it in front of your buds and LOUD…!!! My buds laughing and want more…yeahh

Maxim Stone:

You force me to stare out at my boys, my face now inches from where they sit ringside. Then you wrench my legs back even harder. SNAP! My spine's about to break in two. My nuts feel like they're being torn off. "SAY IT LOUDER!" you bark, twisting my nut sack. "I SUBMIT! I FUCKING SUBMIT!" I scream, spit flying from my mouth. My buddies howling now, pointing at the once-mighty Maxim reduced to a sobbing bitch. Your buddies doubled over laughing. My arms slap the canvas…”I give stop!”

Cannonball:

Good boy…but like i said…i'm not done with you…i roll you on your back…push your big arms under your back…locking them good and i sit on your abs…i look at my buds…and they yell…NIPS NIPS NIPS NIPS !!!…THEN I PUTT MY FINGERNAILS…on your nips and twist, pull, pinch them hard…non stop…and i get my face on your pecs and bite, chew, pull your nips out of your pecs with my teeth…humm…and then i suck them…left one…right one…humm.

Maxim Stone:

You flip me onto my back like garbage, trapping my 20-inch pythons underneath. My muscle gut can't stop you from planting your bony ass right on my gut. Your crew starts this sick chant—"NIPS! NIPS! NIPS!"—and I know I'm fucked. "Don't you fucking dare," I snarl, but it's useless. Those gnarled fingers find my swollen pecs, twisting and pulling till I'm leaking like a goddamn dairy cow. You're slobbering all over my juiced tits while my traitor dick betrays me. The whole arena erupts: "THE MUSCLE FREAK LOVES IT!"

Cannonball:

Sucking chewing. biting your hot nips non stop…i'll make them milking and i'll taste your hot milk my little cow…I look at you laugh and ask you..are you gonna shoot a load for your Sir?

Maxim Stone:

My eyes roll back while you torture my juiced-up udders. Can't stop drooling. My dicks harder than a steel chair, dripping onto the mat. Fucking humiliating. This geriatric motherfucker's got me tapping out in ways no submission hold ever could. Fighting it. Clenching every muscle in my freakish body. Won't give this old bastard the satisfaction. "Fuck you!" I spit through gritted teeth. "You want it? Make me shoot, asshole!"

Cannonball:

I punch your big pecs…non stop till they get red and softs…you like that boy?…

Maxim Stone:

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Your bony knuckles jackhammer into my meat shelf. Fuck! Each shot makes my whole 230 pounds bounce off the canvas. My pec armours cracking! My iron-hard muscles turning to mush under your assault. Can't breathe! Tits swelling up red, getting softer with every goddamn punch. Jesus Christ! The great Maxim Stone reduced to human punching bag by some fossil!

I dig my heels into the mat and launch upward like a fucking rocket throwing you from my hips! Not so fast though, your bony fingers snatch my nuts mid-air. FUCK! You're dangling off my sack like it's a rodeo handle! My muscles flex and twitch while you swing from my family jewels. "Get the fuck-off me!" I scream, but you're locked on tight, crash back down on my abs, twisting my balls till tears blur my vision. Two-hundred-thirty pounds of premium beef, and I'm being controlled by my fucking nutsack!

Cannonball:

I lift my butt and let it fall on your abs…feel my 130 lbs falling down on your pussy abs…and to make sure you'll stay quiet…i grab your balls and squeeze them hard…take it easy boy…squeezing more your big balls and your big hard roid balls…will explode and i’ll make you cum…your buds will love it…they are still laughing…and my buds yell…FUCK HIM…FUCK HIM…FUCK HIM!!!

Maxim Stone:

My vision's swimming while you torture my nuts, stretching my sack. Fuck! My traitor cock's still rock hard, leaking precum all over the canvas like a broken faucet. Your buddies at ringside are going wild, pounding the barrier. "Pin that muscle freak!" "Make him your bitch!" "Fuck him raw, Cannon!" The whole arena's turned against me.

I'm sprawled out like roadkill on this sweat-soaked canvas. Premium muscle reduced to fucking hamburger. Your bony fingers dig into my flesh while the crowd howls for you to fuck me. I’m just another cum rag for this geriatric has-been. My juiced-up body betrays me with every twitch. Pathetic. Worthless. Broken.

Cannonball:

Even your best buds want me to fuck your muscled glutes…so after that id destroy your pecs…your hot red soft nips…milking on your pecs…i stand up…step back few feet and grab your big muscled legs…i push down my trunks showing you my 6'' hard Sir Dick…leaking precum…put your big legs on my shoulders…getting on my knees…Ready young man to be my bitch? i push my hard rod…in your bitch hole and fuck you non stop…as i’m holding my self by your legs and your hard dick…Fuckkk your hole is stretched…i love it…how you feel boy getting fucked by an old man…? laughing as i’m pushing my dick in your pussy hole…

Maxim Stone:

Fuck I’m just laying there taking your abuse, my tit’s red, swollen huge, you step off me, fans scream for my destruction. You step back, soaking in their worship. Then your trunks come down. Holy shit. Your old-man dick stands at attention, veiny and dripping. The Ultimate Humiliation. The final pin. My career's fucking funeral.

You hoist my tree-trunk legs skyward like they're nothing. The Ultimate Humiliation. My ass exposed to the fans. WHAM! Your old-man cock bulldozes into virgin territory. Fuck! Each thrust sends shockwaves through my juiced-up body. My championship pecs bounce and quiver reducing me to a whimpering bitch on the canvas. Can' t even fight back. Just taking it.

Cannonball:

The hard stroke I give you makes your big pecs bounce and it excites me even more to give you even harder strokes in your muscular virgin ass…everyone keeps screaming…FUCK HIM FUCK HIM HARD…!!!

Maxim Stone:

The arena's a goddamn Colosseum now. "DESTROY HIM!" they scream. Your ancient dick jackhammers my virgin hole. Each thrust sends quakes through my steroid-bloated mass. Sweat sprays off your leathery skin. How's a 130-pound fossil manhandling a heavyweight? My eyes roll back. Can't even form words. Just pathetic grunting while you turn my championship ass into your personal cum dumpster. Two hundred thirty pounds of competition-grade muscle reduced to a whimpering fleshlight in front of my buddies.

Cannon:

After many minutes of fucking your muscled young hole i’m asking you…have you been filled before bitch ? …and then…i shoot my old warm juice in you…FUckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Yeahhhhhh and as i shoot and scream loud…lot of guys shoot their loads in the arena…Feel my cream young man…and now you're my bitch…laughing as i Cummmmmmmmm…Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Maxim Stone:

Your ancient cock jackhammers my once-virgin roid-hole without mercy. Ringside fans whip out their dicks, stroking themselves raw while watching Maxim Stone get demolished. Your raspy grunts hit my ears like a death knell. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each thrust deeper than the last until you freeze balls-deep in my ass. Fuck! Your hot load erupts like Old Faithful, shooting ropes of cum that flood my insides. My bloated roid gut swells even more as you pump me full. The Ultimate Humiliation. I’m reduced to a cum dumpster for a senior citizen. Career fucking over.

Cannonball:

then i pull out my dick from your full hole of my cum…and i sit on your pecs…and push my dick this time in your mouth…hey bitch…clean it…with your bitch tongue…and suck it…your buds and mines…did shoot their loads in the ring… come on boy…suck my dick as i push it in your mouth…

Maxim Stone:

Your dick slides out of my wrecked hole with a wet slurp. Hot jizz gushes from my ass, painting the mat. My legs crash down as I stare at the arena lights, dazed. Before I can breathe, you're crawling up my torso. Those bony knees dig into my championship pecs. "Taste yourself, muscle boy!" you bark, ramming your filthy cock between my lips. Gagging on the rancid cocktail of cum and my own ass. My Prime beef reduced to a human toilet while the crowd goes wild.

Cannonball:

Fucking your defeated bber muscles…your mouth like you were my bitch and i am your Sir…non stop…yeah clean it boy…then later i shoot another load in your mouth…feeding you…it's leaking each side of your mouth and from your nose...your buds and mines…love what they see…and Yell make of him your bitch…then…after that i feed your mouth .filled up your muscled glutes…i stand up…putt one foot on your sweating defeated body..and raise up my arms for another victory against a big bber… i walk out of the ring…my buds lift me up and carry me to the locker rooms..As the walk to the rooms i turn my head and take a good look at you and laugh…

Maxim Stone:

Your filthy rod invades my mouth like it owns the place. I gag and slobber while you pound my throat raw. My championship eyes water like a rookie's first bump. You're using my face like a fucking fleshlight while the crowd loses their minds. Then BOOM-your second load fires like a shotgun blast. Can't keep up. White spunk rockets out my nose, drips down my chin. My muscle-god face plastered with old-man jizz. The ultimate squash match.

Sprawled in the ring like fucking roadkill. Your victory lap with those geriatric buddies burns worse than the cum drying on my face. My so-called boys finally drag my two-hundred-thirty pounds of useless beef up by my armpits. The walk of shame begins. Every goddamn eye in the arena locked on my cum-glazed championship pecs, my bright red nipples throbbing like they've been worked over with jumper cables. My bloated gut hangs out while my traitor cock stands at full attention, dripping. The Ultimate Humiliation.

Cannonball:

I watch your buds carry you in the locker rooms…i see you laying on the bench covered all on your body of my sweat cums…and i'm laughing…another bber destroyed by an old man….

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Published: 2026-01-07, viewed 87 times.