THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
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Joe_Biggun_Archer
The stench of oil, dust, and something far more chemical hung heavy in the stale warehouse air. Stacked crates loomed around me—some stuffed with bricks of uncut cocaine, others packed with rifles, pistols, and belts of ammo. Under the dim yellow lights, this place was a kingdom of vice. My kingdom. I kept the hoodie on, loose cargo pants sagging heavy on my frame, but it didn’t matter. There’s no hiding a body like mine. Nearly 6'8", over 400 pounds of solid mass—I don't walk into a room. I fill it. My lats push my arms out like wings ready for war, and my neck is thicker than most men’s thighs. Every step I take makes the catwalks above groan, like the steel knows who’s walking beneath it. I stood still for a moment, breathing it all in. Meth. Coke. Military-grade toys. Millions in product stacked under one roof. But I wasn’t here to admire the merchandise. I was waiting.
I was waiting for this well renowned assassin. Cold-blooded killer. Normally invisible. Untouchable. But not tonight. I had his friend—wrapped up, gagged, bleeding just enough to keep the message fresh. One broken promise, one wrong look, and the guy dies. That’s all it took to own the ghost. He’s mine. For now. I cracked my knuckles—each one popped loud in the silence, like a pistol cocking. “If he’s late,” I growled, my voice low and rough, “you’ll lose another finger.” He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. The twitch in his jaw said enough. I stepped into the overhead light, and the shadows peeled off me like they knew their place. My chest strained against the hoodie, fabric pulled tight over slabs of muscle that twitched and rippled with every breath. I was built for war, sculpted from violence and vengeance. A living warning to anyone who thought they could take what’s mine. I don’t need to shout. I don’t need a name. My size does the talking. This is my domain. And tonight, someone’s gonna learn that the hard way.
MuscleMarine
I am on a mission... strike that. I am on a double-mission - a single assignment that was now split in two since my partner had gone missing. We were handed over one of the toughest, deadliest task of infiltrating the underground organization of drug and weapon smuggling circuit and taking it down. However, its been about a week that my partner had gone a.w.o.l. and m.i.a. and now this mission has taken a darker turn when I received recently a threatening message that he would be killed if I didn't deliver the goods on time. So not only did he get caught, but that might have jeopardized and given away both our cover.
I had been assigned the role of the supplier to the biggest Gang Lord in the circuit - studying him, knowing his whereabouts, his system, learning everything about him and then take him down at one of the meeting points where I am supposed to be 'delivering' the last batch of drugs. The target... that would be an understatement - anyone trying to take this guy down is sure to become a target himself. This was no ordinary man. Wider than a tank, this Lord of the underworld cannot be missed. It would be silly for one to 'miss' the target if one was able to get to him and shoot him. However, the real skill one would need is to actually find the guy, and face him, if one dared - he is a master at dodging and keeping himself 'clean', stealthy, always avoiding trouble while causing more of it, a real one-of-a-kind criminal. And I needed to take him down.
This time, he made it easy. He wanted it. What did he have planned when he sent me that threatening message - all I could see was my partner hanging in a huge warehouse with barely a light over him. I could however make out that he was in bad shape, hanging by both his arms tied up, his body battered... and then a guttural laugh coming from behind the camera with a deep voice telling me he would die a slow death if I didn't deliver on time... and "COME ALONE", the loud voice added.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I stand in front of your partner, dangling from the chains like a piece of meat that's gone soft. His body is broken—deep bruises blooming purple across his ribs, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, his eye swollen shut. I did that. Slowly. Methodically. I didn’t rush. Never do. That’s the fun of it. I draw my fist back and bury it into his gut. WHUMP. He jerks and gasps, but nothing comes out—his lungs too bruised to scream. I lean close, breathing in the scent of blood and fear. “You feel that?” I whisper against his ear, my voice low, thick with cruel amusement. “That’s just foreplay.” Another punch. This one to the ribs. I hear something crack. Beautiful. I turn and spot you watching me from across the warehouse. So still. So tense. I know you’re trying to hold it together. You're supposed to be the professional. The cold killer. But I see it. That flicker behind your eyes. Rage? Fear? Doesn’t matter. I own you now.
“You made good time,” I call out, dragging your friend’s limp body up by the jaw to show you the damage. His head rolls weakly. “But not good enough.” I walk around in the hall. I kwon you must be close, slow, deliberate. Each step shakes the floor. My hoodie clings to my chest, stretched tight across slabs of muscle. I stop right in front of you and, without a word, grab the hem and yank it off. The thick fabric peels away like a second skin, revealing the monster beneath.
My chest, carved and wide like a fortress wall, heaves with each breath. Veins snake across my arms like ropes. My abs ripple like steel plates, thick and brutal. I’m shirtless now, stripped down to my pants, and I know you’re looking. You have to. I’m too big to ignore. I stride back toward the captive and grab his chin, forcing him to face the camera again. “One more late delivery and I’ll start carving messages into his chest for you.”
MuscleMarine
I stare you sternly, trying to remain composed - not wanting to give away my undercover, although deep down, I feel I have been had, and made out. I have a deep gut feeling that you know who I am for real. Not that my partner has revealed anything to you, or else, he wouldn't be in this state. I look around the warehouse and find no one, unlike a couple of minutes ago when it was buzzing with your henchmen and workers. 'Where did everyone go?' I think to myself, as I feel the huge metal doors to the depot slam shut and lock from the outside. I jump, startled, and then hear you laugh behind me. As I turn to look at you, I see you unleash that devastating blow to my partner's gut. I can see his whole body curve, and bend around your massive fist. It feels like the impact just sliced through him and out his back...
His body suddenly hangs limp, with no sign of life. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" My emotions unable to remain contained anymore. "YOU KILLED HIM..." I scream as I take a few steps towards you but then stop in my tracks, remembering that I am undercover. But is it too late now?
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I stand in front of your partner, dangling from the chains like a piece of meat that's gone soft. His body is broken—deep bruises blooming purple across his ribs, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, his eye swollen shut. I did that. Slowly. Methodically. I didn’t rush. Never do. That’s the fun of it. I draw my fist back and bury it into his gut. WHUMP. He jerks and gasps, but nothing comes out—his lungs too bruised to scream. I lean close, breathing in the scent of blood and fear. “You feel that?” I whisper against his ear, my voice low, thick with cruel amusement. “That’s just foreplay.” Another punch. This one to the ribs. I hear something crack. Beautiful. I turn and spot you watching me from across the warehouse. So still. So tense. I know you’re trying to hold it together. You're supposed to be the professional. The cold killer. But I see it. That flicker behind your eyes. Rage? Fear? Doesn’t matter. I own you now.
I keep my fist buried in his gut for a moment longer, feeling the shudder run through him before I let him drop. He hangs there like dead weight, head slumped forward, chains creaking under his limp body. You scream—loud, raw, full of something between rage and disbelief. I glance over my shoulder at you, smirking. “Killed him? Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll find out if you stick around long enough.” Truth is, I didn’t even notice you move toward me at first. I was too focused on the feeling of my knuckles breaking something inside him, too caught up in that dull thunk of power meeting flesh. But now you’ve got my attention.
I let the moment stretch, then slowly reach for the hem of my hoodie. In one motion, I strip it off, tossing it aside onto a crate. My torso emerges into the dim warehouse light—massive slabs of muscle rolling under skin slick with a light sheen of sweat. My chest swells with every breath, thick veins tracing over my arms like steel cables. My lats flare, pushing my arms out wide without me trying. “Take a good look,” I growl, taking a slow step toward you, my size blotting out the light. “This is what’s standing between you and walking out of here alive.”
I roll my shoulders, the motion sending ripples down my traps and across my back. My abs tighten—eight thick bricks of power carved deep, each one shifting as I move. I don’t hide the smirk curling on my lips. “You think you’ve got a shot? You don’t. But… I’ll give you the chance to prove me wrong.” I tilt my head toward your partner’s dangling body. “Or maybe we can make a trade. His last breath for your first mistake.”
MuscleMarine
"What? What is that supposed to mean? What mistake?" I pull back, lifting my arms and flexing them in a stance, triggered. My eyes are glued to those rippling muscles that you just revealed. I am in awe of what I am seeing - not sure if you are human or not, but turned on deeply and suddenly scared shit-less by what I am seeing before me... the massive slabs of muscles look smooth and full but I bet they are hard as steel. Moreover, the scent of pure sweat and musk that just spread across the room was enough to intoxicate and knock out a whole parade of elephants.
As you flex and tighten that hot etched body, I begin to wonder what kind of wrong situation I got myself into here - do I really want a fight? has my cover really been made? what is my next move? "What has he done to you? Why punish him?" I ask, trying to sound calm and collected - unsure if that would work after the unexpected impulsive outburst a few seconds earlier. "Does he really deserve to die anyway?" Clenching my fists more, and my knuckles turn white, I see you smiling. "And why would I trade anything for a guy I don't even know?"
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I chuckle low in my chest, stepping closer with that slow, deliberate gait that makes the floor groan under me. “You ask a lot of questions for someone standing in my warehouse, Assassin,” My smirk still etched across my face. “You think you can bluff me? Pretend you don’t care about him?” I close the distance, my shadow swallowing you whole. Then, without warning, my hand shoots down and grabs you by the crotch, my thick fingers clamping tight, making sure you feel every ounce of my grip. “Not so fearless now, are you?” I growl, leaning in so my breath grazes your ear. I hold you there just long enough for your body to tense before I shove you back against a stack of crates. My hands slide up as I press my armpits against your face. Let you breath in my musky scent. Overwhelming you with my presence. My chest is pressed against yours, the heat of my bare skin radiating into you, my muscles hard and unyielding. “I don’t need you for a trade,” I say, voice low but sharp. “I need you because you’re useful. You’re fast. You’re good at getting into places most men never walk out of. And I’ve got a job that fits that skill set perfectly.”
“I want a piece of classified government hardware. Something locked up tight. Too hot for any of my men to touch. You? You might actually pull it off.” I glance back at your friend’s limp body, then back to you. My grin widens. “And once you’ve got it… you’re going to stick around. An assassin on my payroll? That’s worth more than any shipment in this place. You’re going to work for me. Not because you want to. But because you don’t have a choice.” I chuckle as I look back towards your friend. I lean in close enough for you to smell the musk and sweat clinging to my skin. “So… what’s it going to be?”
MuscleMarine
I feel a tight grip on my bulge, unexpectedly - a grip that I won't be able to get out of so easily. I feel the pressure building in the clasp tightening around my balls. And then that musky scent takes over as you smother me in your armpit. I am trapped and I know you know who I am, and what I am capable of doing and bringing to your business. I freeze for a second, listening to your words, not sure how to process them. But all I know is that I need to get out of this situation and not end up like my partner.
Instinctively, without thinking much of the consequences, I strike up a fist into your armpit as I try to shove you back, away from me. "Back off. I am not gonna do that - especially if it helps grow your illegal business. Do your worst to him, who cares. Who is he anyway?" Still trying to sound unaffected and unhinged by the situation. I pull my fist back again and strike another time into your lats, but my hits barely move you, or have any effect on you. The only thing I mange to do is force you just a step away, enough for my to breathe deep and take a stance, moving from the crates behind me.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I barely move when your fist hits me. The first one’s more of a tap. The second—well, I’ll give you this, it’s got some heart in it—but it still doesn’t do more than nudge me half a step. I chuckle, low at first, then louder, the sound bouncing off the steel walls of the warehouse. “That’s cute,” I say, rolling my shoulders, my traps flaring like a beast stretching its neck. “Marine throwing little love taps like he’s in a bar fight.” But the smile fades into something sharper. My eyes narrow. “You think I’m playing?” I turn and walk back to your partner, my heavy steps echoing in the silence. He’s still hanging there, barely conscious, his head drooping forward. I grab him by the neck, my massive hand wrapping around it like it’s nothing more than a handle.
“Last chance,” I growl over my shoulder, my voice low but cutting through the air. “You join me and live… or you keep pretending you’re not afraid, and you die.” Your mouth opens like you’re about to answer— CRACK. The sound is vicious, final. His head lolls to the side as his body goes limp, the chains swaying slowly from the force. I let go, and he hangs there, lifeless, a grim reminder of how fast I can end a life. I turn back to you, my bare chest heaving, the veins in my forearms still thick from the kill. “No more games,” I say, taking a step closer until I’m looming over you again. “Join me… or you leave here in a body bag. Decide. Now.”
MuscleMarine
I try to choke up a loud gasp as I watch you slam a hard punch to the hanging man's gut and at the same time grab his neck and with an easy swift twist, snap it - a loud resonating sound echoes through the warehouse. I look around and realize we are now alone... totally alone. Your employees have left the building as if staged, intended to give us the privacy to do whatever you want... alone. Its not like you need their permission or something. I see you walk back to me, tall, huge, muscle rippling and undulating, while my mouth still almost slacks in awe, stunned. My eyes go wide.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I grin as I see the shock in your eyes. Just the two of us now — exactly how I planned it. My crew’s gone, the doors are locked, and there’s nowhere for you to run. “You think I need an audience?” I growl, stepping in close. “This is between you and me.” Before you can move, I reach out and rip the front of your shirt in one smooth motion, the fabric tearing apart like paper in my hands. My massive arms wrap around you in a bearhug, locking you in tight. Your ribs pressing against the unyielding wall of my chest as I squeeze. Slowly, deliberately, I tighten my grip — my biceps swelling, my lats flaring, every muscle in my torso flexing as if to remind you exactly how outmatched you are. I can feel the air struggling to escape your lungs. “You feel that?” I snarl into your ear. “That’s what real power feels like. No gun. No blade. Just me.” I give one last crushing squeeze before letting you drop to your feet, but I keep a fist on your shoulder, forcing you to stand in front of me. My size swallows your view — my chest and arms filling your vision.
“Look at me,” I demand, my voice low and commanding. “Every inch of this is harder than steel. You? You’re nothing compared to this. And you’re going to learn to respect it.” I flex my right arm, the peak of my bicep swelling like a cannonball, veins running thick over it. “You’re going to remember this moment,” I say, shoving you back just enough for you to catch your breath, “because from here on out… you’re mine to break, build, or destroy. My call. Always.” Then I press you head against the peak of my biceps, force you to kiss and lick it, going down towards the armpits. Let you breath in my musky scent, then down my ABS. “It’s worshipping and serving this or death! You know you can’t beat me, nobody can” I grin. yr
MuscleMarine
I am stunned and don't realize your arms wrapping around me until it is too late and I feel the tight squeeze around me. Every part of your body engulfing me feels hard and tight, crushing me. It is when you release me that I realize, on the one hand how strong you are and that you still haven't shown me the full extent of your strength, and on the other hand, how I need to be careful or this can go bad for me... and I mean really bad. As you let go of me, you still don't let me fall, pulling me to you, and burying my face in your armpits and then slowly guiding it to your abs... showing me how you want me to worship you. All the while, I am treading carefully and playing along, until I come almost face to face with your bulge and that's when I decide to strike hard, slamming a fist into your bulge. Every man on earth is vulnerable in that area...
"I will worship you... my way." As I grind my fist into your balls. I pull back as I watch you drop to one knee, in pain. "You sure about that? No one?" I jump and attempt a roundhouse kick, aimed at your head. I must try my best to build on the fact that I got you already stunned and down, not letting you recover fast. I pull back a step and pull out the remaining tatters of my top you just ripped off me. I flex my muscles and try to psych myself, encouraging myself against this mountain of muscles. "You killed my partner, but you won't get that same chance with me."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
White-hot pain explodes through me as your fist grinds into my balls, and I drop to one knee with a guttural snarl. For a second, the edges of my vision blur — you actually caught me. You go a kick, aiming to take my head off, but I twist just enough for your boot to slice through empty air. I can feel the breeze of it on my cheek. That’s all the time I need. I surge upward, my size and weight moving faster than it has any right to. My right fist smashes across your jaw, the impact sending a spray of spit into the air. Before you can stumble back, my left fist crashes into the other side of your face. I want to make you reel but I’m not done.
I plant my feet, load my hips, and drive an uppercut straight into your gut. My knuckles sink in deep, and the force lifts you clean off your feet, your body folding around my fist before you crash back down. The sound you make is half cough, half choke. I step in, looming over you as you try to get air, then clasp both my fists together and bring them down in a brutal double axe handle to the top of your skull. You drop to your knees, the concrete echoing with the sound of impact. I grin, chest rising and falling, my muscles pumped and hard from the flurry. “See, Marine… I could end this anytime I want. Right now, I’m just playing with my prey.” I flex my arms slowly, deliberately, letting the size and power fill your vision. “Keep struggling. Makes it more fun for me.” I then grab my pants, RIP them into pieces as I stay naked in front of you. My huge 10" cock slapping around. "You are nothing little man. Weak and pathetic"
MuscleMarine
Looking up, all I can see is muscles upon muscles, pure hard rippling tanned muscles looming over me with a grin on your face. My attack to your balls didn't last long enough to continue. And my spinning kick missed its target. I am lost as I feel the pain rush through me from the attack to my gut, my head as you slam me down hard. The world is spinning around me. 'The fuck is happening. Who is this guy?' I think to myself. 'How is he so strong?'
But I barely have time to ask the questions and think of them, or time to move away from you as you grab me and lift me up, making me stand in front of your naked glory. My gaze travels all over you, in awe of what I am seeing. My eyes glued to this body of a god - but yet, a god I need to take down and out and stop his business... or else fail my mission and either die or become the joke of the whole justice system. "Fuck you." As I ball my fist and launch it at your pecs, in series, aiming closer to your solar plexus, another soft and weak spot in the human body. At the same time, I try to aim another fist with my other hand to your jugular, at your neck.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
Your fists slam into my pecs — once, twice, again — but all they meet is a wall of flexed muscle. I tense deliberately, my chest swelling under the blows, each impact bouncing off like you’re punching a slab of steel. Then your other hand swings for my neck, but I tilt my head just enough for it to glance harmlessly off the thick column of muscle running from my jaw to my shoulder. I grin down at you, teeth flashing. “You done?” Before you can answer, my hand shoots out and clamps around your throat. My grip is vice-like, my fingers digging in just enough to remind you I could crush your windpipe without even trying. I lift — not just off your toes, but high enough for your boots to leave the floor entirely. Then I toss you. Hard.
Your body sails through the air before smashing into a stack of crates. Wood splinters explode outward, the crash echoing across the warehouse. The pile collapses around you, broken planks raining down as dust fills the air. I take a slow step forward, rolling my shoulders, every muscle in my torso rippling under the bare light. “You still don’t get it, do you?” I say, my voice deep and steady. “I’m not just stronger than you. I’m more than you. More than any man. My blood’s been rebuilt. My bones reinforced. Every fiber in my body enhanced.” I flex my arms out wide, lats flaring like a predator’s wings. “I’m not a man you can take down, Marine… I’m a mutant. And the only thing keeping you alive right now…” I pause, letting the grin creep back across my face, “…is that I’m enjoying this too much to finish it yet.” Then I step in front of you. My huge 10” cock slapping around as I grab your jeans. Rip them into pieces and force you up. I get behind you as I grab you by your throat. Licking the back of your neck while my cock teases your asscrank. Then without a warning I push in!
MuscleMarine
I fly across the warehouse, and crash hard, and dazed. I have barely time to react, or get up as I feel your massive hand at my neck from behind, wrapping tight and squeezing and keeping me in place. I am unable to move as you speak and tell me why you are not ending me as easily as you could and how I just saw you do with my partner. Your laugh fills the room and sends a chill down my spine. Especially when I feel your naked body get close to me from behind and your cock grazes against my ass crack. I instinctively tense and tighten the muscles in my ass, denying you entry, but your cock seems to be made of more than just flesh as I feel it drill in and puncture my tight hold and flex. I scream my lungs out as you enter me from behind... 'I am being raped. The fuck... I am being raped by this monster... this mutant... this cannot be happening..." And it seems there is nothing I can do to stop you as you grab me tight and keep me in place.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
My hand clamps around the back of your neck, the thick muscles in my forearm locking you in place. I squeeze, feeling your pulse race under my grip, and hold you there like I’m start to fuck you like a trophy animal. “You feel that?” I growl, leaning close enough for my breath to hit the side of your face. My huge cock invades your ass all the way in. Poking your prostate. Ripping open your insides as my monster of a cock rapes you.“That’s the difference between us. I don’t have to fight you. I don’t even need to try.”
I laugh, low and deep, the sound echoing off the steel walls. I can feel you stiffen under the weight of my presence ans I pound your aas and it only makes me grin wider. “I’m stronger in every way,” I say, giving your neck a short, sharp jolt to remind you who’s in control. “Faster. Tougher. Meaner. You’ve been swinging and kicking like it matters, but all it’s done is amuse me. You’re just a man… and I’m something more.” I release you just enough for you to stumble forward, then shove you so hard your boots skid across the concrete. I straighten up, flexing my shoulders and arms, feeling the pump in my muscles from throwing you around like nothing. “I like proving I’m better,” I say, voice turning almost casual, as if we’re discussing the weather. “And right now? You’re just my proof. Submit to me and be my slave” I moooan loud as my huge bullballs start to fill and my cockhead start to leak heavy pre.
MuscleMarine
The brutal fucking you are giving me is now making wet sounds as you start loading my ass with pre-cum, making your entry and exit easier and softer. The pain subsides as your cock get lubricated both from your juices and the blood from my ripped rectum. I scream in pain but you now cover my mouth and face with your huge hand, shutting me up. Your hand so massive it covers more than just my mouth and makes me choke a bit, unable to take in air. I throw my arm back, trying to strike you with a backward fist, but you easily grab it with your other hand and lock my arm behind me, threatening to break it. I am in deep trouble now as you start pounding my ass harder, mercilessly. I only pray you reach your climax soon, maybe that will slow things down, reduce the pain, and maybe make you pull out with a softened cock... that cock feels so huge and thick in me now, I can barely move my body. It feels like I am being skewered.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I’m breathing hard, the air coming in slow, heavily pulls through my nose. My grin hasn’t faded — if anything, it’s wider now. I feel how I ravage you ass. “You are nothing Assassin. Small and weak. I expected more of you.” I THRUST my cock all the way in, pressing my cockhead against your prostate. My body is covered in sweat as I take deep breaths. My body is starting to tend more and more. “FUCK….I….gonna…I gonna…” As I feel my body tensing more but I urge the fight to cum. “Submit to me little man! Submit and beg for my load! I promise you it will be huge and filling you to the brim. I FLEX every muscle of my body. Harder than steel. Rubbing against your lower back. Breath against your neck as I am about to cum.
"Submit or I gonna snap your neck like I did to your boyfriend" I boast. "You are nothing compared to me. My muscles and power surpase everyone!"
Then I let out a Rooooar as I am on the edge. “S….Submit! I gonna…I gonna…c…”
MuscleMarine
I look back and smile at you... this time defiantly... "You gonna what?" As I tighten my ass around your shaft, clamping my muscles and clenching my butt-cheeks, squeezing. I know what I am capable of. It is just that everything happened so fast, you took the upper-hand. I start flexing then releasing my ass around your cock in rhythm so fast and I can feel you unable to control yourself anymore. I hear you roar as I feel you release your massive hot load deep in me. I can take one for the team if it means stopping you and putting an end to your circuit and whole underground network.
But your cumming in me starts to worry me, as I feel you fill me more than I thought possible. Something is wrong - but something also feels good, strangely. However, I manage to twist myself a bit to face you, lift a hand, ball it, and connect it hard to your exposed and unprotected solar plexus now. I have a clear shot and I take it, sending a slicing sharp bolt through you, to your spine, instantly rattling you and forcing you out of me. You keep cumming all over the warehouse floor as I pull away from you, my ass leaking. There is both a burning sensation inside me, and something that is fueling me, giving me power, not sure what. I crawl on my knees a few steps away and then get up, turn around to watch you still convulsing from the shaking orgasm, as if you have never had one before.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The surge inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt—hot, overwhelming, relentless. My whole body tenses and shakes, muscles locking, chest rising high with each ragged breath. I can hear myself gasp and moan, the sound rough and raw, my orgasm drawn out far beyond what any normal man could endure. Then your fist slams into my solar plexus, and the shock tears through me like a blade. My spine jolts, my stomach knots, and for a moment my vision goes white—but my body doesn’t stop. My hips twitch involuntarily, still shooting, the floor beneath me spattered as my breathing turns to deep, desperate gulps for air. By the time it begins to slow, my lungs are burning. Sweat pours from me, dripping down my chest and arms, my heart pounding like it’s trying to break free. I slump forward, my hands hitting the floor with a wet smack, every muscle in my frame still twitching from the aftershocks. Gritting my teeth, I plant one boot under me, trying to force my bulk upright. My breath is heavy and ragged, my body sluggish, but I fight to get at least to my knees, glaring through the haze with what strength I have left.
MuscleMarine
I crawl away, my ass on fire although your cum is acting like an extinguisher of the burning sensation that monster cock left in me. I grab onto a nearby crate to pull myself up to my feet. As I turn around towards you, I see you on your knees, still panting, gasping for air. My hit to your chest must have had the right effect, landed right on target and was enough to put you in a trance - I see the worried look on your face mixed with that of anger and rage. I know you still want to end me, but I now am filled with the courage and determination to break you. Your time is coming to an end and your business along with you.
I straighten up slowly, although in pain. "Come on. Get up. You wanted a fight, you got one. You thought you would just fuck me and that's it?" I step closer to you, now filled with a growing sense of pride now being able to put a hurt on yo, and it shows. Almost a feet away from you, and you getting up, I pull both my fists back and launch them together straight to your chest, one on each pec, not sure, but hoping the power in my attack would send you reeling back, building on the pain that is coursing already through you. The worst thing is to be attacked while having an orgasm... there is just nothing you can do to stop the pain.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The hits land hard — one on each pec — and for a second, the world tilts. My chest jerks from the impact, muscles twitching under the blow, a deep ache radiating through the slabs of meat that have stopped more knives and bullets than I can count. I stagger back a few steps, breath caught in my throat, the aftershocks making my chest spasm. My cock still shooting its load, making me twtich and unable to flex my muscles. My knees touch the floor, and I’m down on one hand, sucking in air through clenched teeth. You actually sent me flying. A sharp laugh slips out between gasps. “Not bad… Marine.” My eyes lift to you, burning with a mix of surprise and something darker. I stammer, the world suddendly turning around as my cock finally finishes the orgasm and slaps onto my ABS. Every muscle in my body shaking as I try to recover. I need a minute to get back in the fight.
MuscleMarine
That minute is all I need now. "Not bad? Hahahaha." I spin around behind you as you are still on your knees, and lifting a leg, I kick you in the back of the head, at the nape, sending you face down hard. "You may be the biggest motherfucker around, but size is not everything." Making you understand that my hits are calculated and hitting you in the right spots to weaken you. As you drop flat, I stand over you tall, lift a leg straight up and bring it down like an axe onto that sensitive spot at the end of the spine and the coccix - might not be a devastating attack but it is enough to keep the flow of pain coursing through you and prolongue this fight in my favor.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The kick to the back of my head sends a shock down my spine, white flashes bursting behind my eyes. My face slams into the cold concrete, and for a moment the world is muffled — just the sound of my own breath and the ringing in my ears. Then your boot comes down hard on the base of my spine. Pain explodes outward, a raw, sharp jolt that makes my whole body shudder. My traps and lats twitch involuntarily, my back muscles knotting up like cables under strain. I grit my teeth, forcing my arms under me. My breathing is ragged now, my chest heaving, every inhale making the pain burn deeper. I manage to get one knee under me, but my balance wavers. You’re still close — too close — and I know you’re not giving me the time I need to reset. My vision’s still shaking, my neck stiff, and every muscle in my body is firing on instinct just to keep me upright. I lift my head, sweat dripping off my brow, eyes locking on you. My voice comes out low, strained, but steady enough to carry weight. “You think… you’ve got me? You better finish this fast… ‘cause when I get up, … it’s over.”
MuscleMarine
I grab your cap and peel it off your head - the last bit of clothing remaining on you. Then grab your head by your hair and make you look at my dead partner hanging not too far away. "This is how you are gonna end up... I promise you." I whisper threateningly in your ear, as one arm slides under yours that is trying to grab my hand at your hair. I snake my hand under your pits and up again behind your head and as you lift the other to stop me, I do the same on the other side, locking you in a rear naked choke, lifitng you halfway off the floor. You are taller than me which makes it hard to get you to your feet completely - both an advantage and disadvantage for me.
I push your head from the back, forcing your chin into your chest as beat I can, although your tight hard muscles make it a challenge. I lift a foot and slam it to the back of your knees, keeping you down, at a level I can contol. I start shaking you from left to right, trying to weaken you and tire you.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
Your forearm grinds into my throat, forcing my chin down until it’s biting into my own chest. My lungs fight for air, every breath rasping out louder than the last. My neck and traps burn, my head swelling with heat until I can feel the blood pounding in my ears. Both knees my slamming against the concrete. I growl through clenched teeth as you force me down, the sound breaking into a gasp as the choke tightens. My head is turning hot, red, the muscles in my arms and shoulders twitching from the strain. I slam an elbow back, feeling it connect with your side —“Get… off… me!” I snarl, my voice guttural, ragged. “I’m gonna kill you!” I buck forward, my massive frame heaving to shake you loose, muscles bulging and flexing under the effort. The warehouse floor scrapes under my knees as I push, twist, and thrash, every move fueled by pure rage and the refusal to stay down. “You think… this’ll stop me?” I growl between gasps, my voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “When I get free… you’re finished.” As I thrust my elbow back again. I feel how my body starts weaking, draining. FUCK
MuscleMarine
But your elbows do rattle me a bit, landing on my sides, they weaken my hold and force me to let go of you. But I slide myself down and snap my arms shut around your waist this time, in a rear bearhug. I start lifting you slowly, and then off the floor. I flip over and land you back, in a suplex, hearing you gasp, unbelieving how I was able to do that. "I am small... but I am a marine. I am the guy they send when things need to be taken care of." As I pull back and stand tall in front of you, looking down at you and smiling.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The world goes sideways before I even process what you’ve done. My back hits the concrete like a thunderclap, the air blasting out of my lungs in a harsh gasp. I lay there for a second, chest heaving, staring up at the shadowed ceiling as my vision swims. “Normal punches… don’t work on me…” I rasp between breaths, my voice shaky. “But… that… was different.” I force my arms under me, every muscle in my back screaming from the landing. My breathing is heavy, ragged, the rise and fall of my chest uneven. I push up once, but my strength falters, and I drop back to one knee, my head hanging low. Shapes blur at the edges of my sight, the whole warehouse spinning in slow motion. I blink hard, trying to focus, but it’s like looking through smoke. “My men…” I mutter, my voice low, almost to myself. “I must… call them…” I plant one huge hand on my knee, steadying myself, my body trembling as I try to pull my full weight back upright. The fight isn’t over, but for the first time in a long time… I feel it slipping. But also feel some of my strength coming back after the orgasm.
MuscleMarine
"My punches are not normal, they are calculated. I hit what I need to, not just anything." And to demonstrate I spin to your side and as you lift an arm to reach for something, I snap grab your wrist, lift your arm more and connect a hard fist to your armpit, in that sweet soft part, sending not only a jolt but also a snap in your shoulder joint. "That will take care of things a bit. Hahaha. The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The shot to my armpit is like a lightning bolt — sharp, blinding pain that rips through my whole side. I hear the dull pop of the joint shifting, maybe tearing something deep inside. My arm goes dead, heavy, useless, and a hot ache spreads from the pit up into my shoulder and down my lat. I stagger sideways, clutching at the muscle with my other hand. It’s twitching under my palm, spasming uncontrollably like it’s trying to rip free from the bone. My knees give out and I drop hard, the concrete jarring through me. A groan forces its way past my teeth, low and rough, but my voice is different now — cracked, ragged. I drag in a breath and try to shout, “Men! Get in—” but it comes out hoarse, barely more than a rasp. The pain’s got my lungs locked up, my throat burning like I swallowed fire. I try again, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “All units—” The rest is swallowed by a cough that doubles me over. My head hangs low, my vision flickering between you and the shadowed corners of the warehouse. I know my men won’t hear me like this. I’m on my own, and the realization makes my chest tighten in more ways than one.
MuscleMarine
As you drop to all fours, I step closer and closer until I slide your head between my thighs. I snap my quads shut around your neck and start to choke you. "Time to go to sleep, Dark Prince of the Criminal Underworld..." mocking you as I feel your good hand grab my thigh and try to free yourself. "Oh how the mighty hath fallen." I laugh as I feel your grip softening and your arm dropping. I make sure to make you sleep and not kill you... yet.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
Your thighs clamp around my neck like a steel trap, and the pressure hits me instantly. My good hand claws at you, but the other hangs useless, dead weight at my side. My pulse is pounding so loud I can barely hear my own voice. “Stop—” I choke out, the word breaking into a gasp. “I… can’t—” My breath comes in shallow, desperate pulls, each one harder than the last. I thrash, my boots scraping against the concrete, my massive frame jerking side to side, trying to twist free. Panic hits harder than the pain now — my vision already dimming at the edges. My lungs burn, my chest heaves, but there’s nothing I can do. “Men! Help! COME!” My legs weaken first, folding under me until I’m half-sagging, half-hanging. My muscles twitch involuntarily, spasms running through my arms and chest. The strength that’s always been there — the strength I’ve built my name on — is bleeding away second by second. I try one last push with my hand, but my grip slips. My head feels heavy, my body sluggish. A deep shudder runs through me, and then my arms drop completely. The fight is gone. I collapse forward as you release me, hitting the floor on my back with a dull thud. My huge frame sprawls out, chest rising shallowly, every muscle slack and soft. My arms splay wide, legs spread, the power I had just moments ago reduced to nothing. The warehouse is spinning above me, my body twitching weakly, until even that stops.
MuscleMarine
I stand tall for a second over you and look around the room for something... finding a stack of those plastic straps on a nearby table. I grab them and cuff your wrists together, making sure you cannot move them when you wake up. Moving to my partner's dead body still hanging, I lift it off the hook from the ceiling and make him drop to one side. I pull on the hook, dragging the chain all the way to where you are laying and slide it betwen the plastic cuffs. I push a button on a remote on the closest wall, and the chain start reeling up, dragging your body on the floor, then off it, then up, making your heavy frame hang just an inch off the floor, your boots barely grazing the concrete below them. Your naked muscular glory exposed like a butchered cow ready to be sliced and diced.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
Darkness. Then a slow, heavy pull back into the world. My eyes blink open, the warehouse ceiling swimming in and out of focus above me. My shoulders ache like fire, the burn running all the way down my arms. I try to move, but my wrists won’t budge — the plastic cuffs bite into my skin, holding me tight. Then I feel it — the strain in my arms, the weight dragging on my shoulders. My boots barely scrape the floor… I’m hanging. It takes a second for my mind to catch up, to piece together how I got here. The fight… the choke… the darkness swallowing me whole. No. This isn’t possible. Not to me. My head hangs forward, sweat dripping from my hair, my chest rising and falling in short, uneven bursts. Every muscle in my body feels heavy, drained, softer than I’ve ever felt them. I lift my head again, forcing my eyes to focus. The chain, the hook, the dead weight of my own body… it’s real. My mind refuses to believe it, but the ache in my joints tells the truth. “How…” The word escapes as a hoarse whisper, my throat still raw from the choke. I shake my head, the disbelief cutting deeper than the pain. “How did this… happen?” For the first time in a long time… I can’t find the answer.
MuscleMarine
I walk around you as you are still groggy, waiting for you to fully recover. Eager to see you fight the chain and shake all over trying to free yourself... I know this reaction is coming soon as I hear you mumble a weak 'how' and 'what'... I then stand in front of you, also naked now as you stripped me before while raping me. "I am the guy they send to finish a tough job... and I always get things done. You will be no different. Your time as the biggest drug and weapons lord is at its end. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. But ultimately, you will go down." I step closer and reaching in, I cup your balls and massage them roughly right before you start thrashing and shaking, trying to break free. I let go of your balls and step back. "Maybe I should give you the same hospitality you showed my partner?" I smile at you and then look down at the dead corpse on the side.
Although you are all powerful, alpha and macho, I can see in your eyes you are not keen on dying or losing. You never tasted defeat and it scares you. I laugh mockingly knowing I have you right where I want you.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I jolt awake fully now, your words slicing through the fog in my head. The cold bite of the cuffs digs into my wrists, the pull of the chain burning in my shoulders. I yank once — hard — and the metal groans in protest, a low creak echoing through the warehouse. For a second, hope flickers. My muscles swell and strain, cords standing out under my skin, veins thick and pulsing as I pour everything into the pull. The chain bends slightly, but not enough. My boots scrape the concrete, my chest heaves, and a fresh wave of panic crashes over me. “No… no…” I mutter, shaking my head, eyes darting to the hook above me. This shouldn’t be happening. Not to me. I’ve never been held, never been beaten. I thrash again, the strain making my whole body quake, but the cuffs hold. The sound of my own breath fills my ears — ragged, uneven. I can feel my heart pounding, every muscle screaming from the effort, but the truth gnaws at me: this time, my strength might not be enough. I grit my teeth and snarl through the fear, trying to mask it with fury. “You… can’t… keep me here,” I growl, but my voice cracks, betraying the edge of doubt crawling in. The thought I’ve never let myself consider whispers at the back of my mind. What if this is the fight I lose? I ROOAR out loud as I gather my strength and try to break free. My muscles flexed and pumping
MuscleMarine
"I can't? Hahahaha. And who is going to stop me?" As I pull a chair, place it in front of your swinging naked body and sit down admiring how your muscles are rippling trying to break free. I spread my legs wide now, naked, and my cock starts rising, throbbing hard. "It is interesting how the bigger you grow, the less you think bad things will happen to you... until they do and you fall. And tonight, you will pay for everything you did..." I get off the chair, kick it away and drop down to the floor in a perfect split, showing you how flexible I am. I look up and wink at you. I think the message hits you hard and clear as I rub my corded thighs as they are taught and spread.
I get off the floor, almost jumping up to my feet and step closer to you. I place my hands on your thighs and rub them. They feel hard and strong. I moan a bit, "Mmmmm. What a strong boi." I squeeze them slightly, almost clawing at them. "You ever had them spread and stretched?" And before giving you the chance to answer - or even beg - I grab one of your ankle and snap another of those plastic locks like a cuff and pull it to one side fastening it to another chain on the side - those ones used in the warehouses to drag heavy crates. You kind of understand and realize what might be happening but cannot do anything about it.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I see what you’re doing. And I’m not letting it happen without a fight. My core locks tight, abs hardening like a wall of stone as I tense my legs, trying to keep them from spreading any further. My quads bunch, cords of muscle pushing against your grip, calves tightening like coiled springs. The chain above me groans again as I twist, trying to use what strength I’ve got left in my good arm. The other still hangs limp at my side, useless, a reminder of the damage you’ve already done. “I have money,” I growl through clenched teeth, my voice hoarse but steady. “Power. I’m untouchable. I’m a one-man army. Think of the possibilities what we can do together.” I flex harder, veins standing out across my thighs and abs, my chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Every muscle is screaming, but I force them to hold — to defy you, to remind us both what I am. But underneath the words, I feel it — that tight coil in my gut that isn’t just rage. It’s the same edge I’ve felt in rare moments before a fight turns bad. The knowledge that you’ve already gotten further than anyone else ever has. And that maybe… just maybe… this time I can’t stop what’s coming.
MuscleMarine
I pull your leg taught helping the chain pull it good. I know you are in pain at the hip socket. I walk back to you, and grab your useless arm hanging loose, lift it up and high-five you, mockingly. "You are being a great sport." I tug on your arm to make sure it is still limp and out of commission. I start with the other limb, same treatment - tying it and then finding another chain - not that there are none, quite the contrary. I laugh as I find one easily and lock it on your second limb and ask you if you are ready for the best stretch of your life, clicking a button and not waiting for your answer.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
The second chain locks in, and I feel the cold metal bite into my skin. My whole body tenses like a sprung trap. I roar, throwing every ounce of power I’ve got into it. My pecs bunch and flex, thick slabs pushing hard against the pull. My abs tighten into solid bricks, every vein along my torso standing out as I twist and strain. My biceps swell, peaks straining against the cuffs as I try to rip them apart. The chains groan under the pressure, bending just slightly — just enough for hope to flare — but they hold. Every damn one holds. “NOOOOO!” I bellow, the sound echoing off the steel walls, raw and furious. My chest heaves, sweat rolling down me, the muscles in my neck corded and taut. I thrash again, jerking against the restraints until my shoulders scream and my vision swims, but nothing gives way. I can feel my strength burning away faster now, every pull costing me more than the last. The taste of desperation is bitter in my mouth. I’ve never been bound like this. Never been this close to being… powerless. "Stopp what you are doing!"
MuscleMarine
"Stop? You serious? Did you show that same mercy to him?" Pointing to the lifeless body on the floor at the side. I look back at you and smile, raising an eyebrow when I see you try to fight against the tight bonds. I laugh. "No use in fighting it. Your time is up." I speak loudly, trying make your men hear us. I am impressed when the chains start moving and pulling your legs wide open and taught. Horizontally, your legs stretch very wide and more, until you feel them almost unplugging out of their socket. Your screams make me hard as I slump back on the chair in front of you and watch the show with the remote controlling the chain levers in my hand - I almost forget myself, enjoying the torture I am putting you through.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“AAARRGH!” The scream rips out of my chest, shaking my whole frame as white-hot fire tears through my hips. I thrash against the chains, veins bulging across my neck and arms, every tendon straining. My legs jerk and spasm, the tearing inside me unbearable, and when the pop comes it’s like my whole body detonates with pain. My head snaps back, spit flying, my roar breaking into ragged gasps. “NOOO! You’ll tear me apart!” My cock slaps against my abs with each convulsion, humiliation mixing with the agony as I writhe helplessly, bellowing like a beast brought low.
MuscleMarine
As I sit on the chair, I slowly spread my legs wide open, and then lift them up on the side into a split, sbowing you how, unlike you, I am flexible. I see you staring now at my cock too which is quite big on a guy like me along with my hanging balls. I notice you and smile. Then suddenly get off the chair, step closer to you and with that cock of yours throbbing and rising high, your balls have nowhere to go but hang like a speed bag... I lick my lips and squat low in front of you, and start exercising on them, slamming them like a boxer would.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“GUHHH—AAARGHHH!” The sound bursts from my throat as your fists pound into my balls, each slam sending shockwaves through me like lightning. My body jerks violently, muscles spasming out of control, cords of power snapping against the chains. My abs clench and ripple, chest heaving, sweat flying as I convulse. My hips buck hard against the bindings, the stress tearing at me until another pop rips through my shoulder—dislocated, hanging limp as my scream climbs higher. My legs thrash helplessly, every vein standing out thick and purple, the agony twisting my face. “STOOOOP! You’re—TEARING ME APART!” My balls turn blue, swelling bigger as they cramp, making my cock halfhard and twitching.
MuscleMarine
Both your arms now popped out their sockets, your body slumps down brutally, only hanging by the bonds at your wrists. You are helpless now. Your only weapon is the information you have, which is now also futile. Your body dropping lower, more accessible to me and all the torture I can add to your pain. I move my punches to your inner thighs, trying to totally dislocate your hips from your legs... that will make your balls drop more, and your ass will open more too. I smile when I see you realize what I am trying to do.
I pull back, away from you, enjoying my work and look around for something. "You are the greatest drug lord in the country if not the world... hahahaha." As I get closer to one of the fresh new crates I delivered today. I crack one open and pull out some syringes and vials of drugs...
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“AAHHH—nghh… please… stop!” My voice is hoarse, shredded from the screaming, my body hanging uselessly in the chains. My arms dangle like dead weight, every muscle twitching in spasms as the pain rips through me. I thrash weakly, but there’s no strength left to fight back. My head lolls forward, sweat and spit dripping down my chest. “I’ll give you anything,” I rasp, desperation in my tone. “Money… power… you want territory? You can have it all. Just stop this!” My voice cracks as another wave of pain jolts through my legs, my hips straining, my balls swinging low and helpless between my thighs. When you laugh and call me the greatest drug lord, humiliation burns deeper than the pain. My swollen lips tremble as I nod quickly, shame filling my eyes. “Yes… yes, I am! You’re right. I could’ve… I could’ve just snapped your head like a twig…” My words trail off into a sob as I see the syringes and vials in your hand. I shake my head weakly, chains rattling. “No… no, please, not that… not the drugs… I’ll do anything…”
MuscleMarine
"You will do anything. I am not taking your permission for that. And trust me, there is nothing that you can give me that I cannot take all on my own. You could have snapped my neck, maybe... but you didn't. But maybe I will." As you see me fill up the syringe with several of the vials. I turn to you and without warning, sting your balls with the needle and push the serum into them, making them swell. You don't dare thrash or buck while I am injecting you, scared of making things worse and snapping something. I look up and smile. "We are gonna play a little game, and push the limit ever so slowly... Hahahahahaha." I wink at you.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“GUHHH—aaahhh!” I gasp as the needle stabs deep into my balls, my whole body jerking against the chains. A guttural moan rips out of me when the burning liquid floods inside, the pressure unbearable. My balls swell heavy between my thighs, pulling down lower, throbbing bigger with each pump of the syringe. “No… nooo, that’s not—nnghh—that’s not how it’s meant to be used!” My voice breaks, panic rising as a faint glow pulses through the swollen flesh, lighting the sweat on my skin.
My cock lurches upward, veins crawling thick and dark as it stiffens and grows, slapping against my abs with each throb. I pant, gasping, moaning through clenched teeth, every breath filled with agony and shame. “S-stop it! Please! You’ll ruin me!” My chest heaves, muscles twitching violently as the serum warps me against my will. Revalitalies me, makes some of my muscles bulge bigger as I groan and moan but still unable to move.
MuscleMarine
With each pull you make on the chains, your limbs pull out of their sockets more until they snap useless and hang, only held by the bonds. I walk around you admiring my work, and watching the drug course through you, making your muscles bulge, your balls grow and fill, your cock rock hard. I position myself behind you and start undoing the clamps, releasing you, only to let you slump down heavy and unable to move on the ground, in a heap. You bend and curl up in a fetus position trying to resist the pain that the drug is causing in you. But it is also stimulating you, although you cannot move your arms and legs. I can see the contradiction in feelings, movements, and reactions in your body. While you should be filled with power, strength and vitality and able to flex those muscles and stretch your body, your only possible move is to remain in this position and fight the pain. I return to my seat and wait for you to recover... if you can... I spread my legs wide open, my cock exposed, hard and throbbing, as I grab it and stroke it ever so slowly.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“NGHHH—haaahhh!” The sound tears from my throat as the serum burns through me, flooding every vein from my swollen balls upward. They lurch, doubling in size, glowing faintly as if filled with molten fire. My cock throbs thick and rigid, each pulse a mixture of pleasure and searing pain that makes me moan against my will. My cock rockhard and twitching when I am finally able to rib out the syringe. My muscles twitch violently, fibers bulging and stretching as if about to rip my skin apart. The injuries knit back together in jagged, twisted ways—shoulders cracking into place, but crooked, ribs fusing unevenly. I gasp, sweat pouring down my face, veins crawling across my chest as I force myself off the ground.
On my knees now, I tremble, every breath ragged, my body convulsing between agony and power. “Hhhhaaahhh… you… bastard…” I growl, forcing my huge arms to obey. Muscles pulsate like drums under my skin as I lunge forward, snarling, throwing a wild, crooked punch. My massive fist arcs with all the broken strength I can muster, aiming straight for your liver with bone-crushing force.
MuscleMarine
But a simple side-step and you miss, slumping face-down to the ground. I laugh and bend over you, grabbing that same arm at the wrist. I twist it and keep bending until it snaps fully out of its socket. "That won't be a problem anymore. No need for it." And to add insult to injury, I step forward, still holding your arm tight, I place a knee on your elbow and bend it backwards until it snaps in the middle. "There. That's better." I mock you as I pull back up and stand tall. "I really don't want to end you now. I wanna have some fun."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“AAARRGHHHH!” I howl as my arm snaps, the sound echoing with the wet crack of bone. My body convulses on the floor, muscles twitching in spasms I can’t control. I roll onto my side, clutching uselessly at the air with my broken limb, sobbing and gasping. “P-please… no more!” My voice is raw, breaking between moans of pain. My cock juts up, swollen and throbbing against my abs, betraying me with every pulse. My balls swing heavy and bloated between my thighs, dragging against the floor, glowing faintly as the serum makes them swell fuller. My chest heaves, pecs quivering, veins thick and purple across my bulging arms and legs. “I’ll give you anything… money, power, all of it’s yours—just stop!” I beg, humiliation dripping from every word. My muscles ripple uncontrollably, bigger and harder than before, but my body is ruined, broken. I gasp again, tears streaking down my face, groaning as the pain and pleasure mix into something unbearable.
MuscleMarine
I sit on the steel chair, legs spread wide open and my cock and balls on display. "I don't want your money. I don't want your power. I want nothing from you except your end." I say calmly, almost chilling. I smile as you look up at me. I rub my thighs and then start stroking my cock again, getting my shaft really hard and leaking as I watch you squirm. I get up from my chair and step closer to you. Bending down behind you, I rub my length at your ass, slowly. "You fuck and rape well. You ever been raped yourself?"
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“N-no… don’t… don’t do this…” I gasp, my voice trembling, broken from the screaming. My muscles spasm as I try to move, my massive frame twitching on the ground. I clench my cheeks hard, forcing every ounce of power into locking my body tight, my abs flexing like slabs of stone as I strain to keep you out. Veins bulge across my stomach, chest heaving with each ragged breath. “You… you think you can break me like this?” I growl, spittle running from my lips as I glare up at you, humiliated but still defiant. “I’ll… I’ll tear your fucking head off the moment these chains come off…” The words crack between moans of pain, my cock betraying me as it twitches against my abs. My swollen balls hang low, glowing faintly, dragging against the floor as I writhe helplessly. “I swear… you’ll regret this… I’ll make you scream for mercy.” My voice is both a plea and a threat, trembling as my body convulses between pain and resistance.
MuscleMarine
I pull on the chains and release you, but you are too weak to even move your dislocated arms and limbs. I squat behind you and let your body slump back into me. I wrap my arms around your chest and grab your hard cock tight. Stroking it gently, long and slow, I hear you moan loudly, uncontrollably, which makes me laugh. Seeing your whole body convulse, I know you are very close. The drug is working, making you so horny, and taking you very close to the edge. I use your leaking pre-cum to lube your cock that slides easier in my grip. "You will do nothing of the sort. Hahahahaha."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“Hhhhaahhh… ahhh—nnnghh…” I moan helplessly, my head lolling back against your chest. My whole body trembles, muscles twitching under your grip as the drug burns through me, drowning me in heat and haze. My cock throbs hard in your hand, leaking steadily, every slow stroke pulling ragged gasps from my throat. My cock turns harder and harder every second. I try to resist, to speak, but only broken moans slip past my lips. “N-no… can’t… haaahhh…” My eyes roll back, the world spinning as the serum clouds my mind. My chest heaves, abs clenching and relaxing in convulsions I can’t control, sweat dripping down my swollen frame. I sag against you, dazed and shuddering, lost between pain and twisted pleasure.
MuscleMarine
"Relax stud. Let go. Explode..." As I egg you on, feeling your cock throb in my grip. I laugh too, knowing you are so close you can barely hold back. Your muscles tighten before me, as my other hand slides up to your pec and I cup it tight. Pinching that nipple, I feel it full and it leaks. I let go of your shaft for a second just to tap your nuts and send you over the edge, grabbing your cock again to aim your shots at your face.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“Ahhh—haaahhh… n-no, I… I can’t—” My words dissolve into gasps as the fire of the drug rages through me, every nerve lit up. My swollen balls throb heavy, tight, ready to burst. My cock jerks violently in your grip, veins standing out like ropes, slick with my own pre-cum. My chest heaves as your fingers pinch my nipple, a raw moan ripping out of me. My head falls back, eyes glassy, breath shuddering. “S-sir… ohhh—sir…!” The word slips out before I can stop it, the serum twisting my will as much as my body. My muscles flex uncontrollably, abs tightening hard, pecs quivering as my body betrays me. “Please… let me… let me cum for you, sir…” I beg, trembling, gasping, every sound dripping with humiliation and desperation. Right as you point my huge cock towards my face. FUUUCK! I ROOOAR out as my cock then erupts like a volcano. Sending rope after rope of my muscleseeds onto my face, covering me as my body spasm and twitches in an what feels to be endless orgasm as my huge orbs slowly deflate. “S….s…sir”
MuscleMarine
Your balls seem to get deflated for a couple of seconds only to fill again almost instantly when I keep my hand on your cock and stroke it just a couple of times... I smile. "I play you good, Sir..." Mocking you with that last word. I slide one hand further, curving over your balls and finding your hole. I push it in and wiggle it, turning you on even more.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
My body shudders, every breath ragged, sweat dripping off me in streams. “Nnnghh—haaahh…” I groan, my swollen balls twitching, deflating only to swell back up, heavier than before, dragging low between my thighs. The stimulation leaves me gasping, drained, my head lolling forward in shame. But then—something shifts. I grit my teeth, forcing air into my lungs, forcing my body to obey me. My chest heaves, my cock still throbbing, my balls aching, but my eyes harden. “Y-you… think you own me?” I rasp, voice cracking but defiant. “I’m not finished yet.” With a sudden roar, I twist my torso, driving a sharp elbow backward into your ribs with all the broken strength I can summon. The crack reverberates as I slam it in, my muscles flaring, veins bulging like cords beneath my skin. “TAKE THAT!” I bellow, the last ounce of fight surging through me but my cock already hard and leaking again. “WTF was I fed” I think to myself as my muscles get even fuller.
MuscleMarine
You land a hard elbow to my side and I scream in pain. Target hit, you are proud of yourself for a couple of seconds, but lose it when you feel your muscles bulge and your balls rise up again with my finger entering your hole. I wince in pain, but grit my teeth, bite the pain. I roar and then it turns into a laugh as I slide my arm around your neck as I let you drop next to me. I grab you tight and put you in a dragon sleeper, pulling your face into my armpit and making you smell my musk. "You are no more in control. I am. And your life depends on how you make me feel..." I pull up to my feet, pulling you along with me, although now your body is bent backwards, at my mercy.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“NGHHH—aaarrhh!” I snarl, twisting in your hold, my muscles flaring against the chains of your arms. My chest heaves, sweat flying as I writhe, defiance burning in my eyes. But then your musk slams into me, thick and suffocating, filling my nostrils. I gag, coughing, forced to breathe it in as my face is mashed deeper into your pit. “Ghhhaaa—get off me!” I roar, and with one last burst, I drive my elbow into your ribs again, grunting with the impact. But the strength doesn’t last. My body trembles, gasping desperately for air, lungs burning with your scent. My left arm goes limp, dropping useless at my side. My right arm grows heavier and heavier, shaking until it folds inward, resting weakly across my abs.
My cock slaps against my stomach with every ragged breath, swollen balls throbbing as my whole frame convulses. My voice breaks into a hoarse plea. “Let me go! FREE me!” I demand, though it’s half-choked, more desperation than command, my body betraying me as I weaken in your grip.
MuscleMarine: I keep you up, trapped in my dragon sleeper. Your limbs now weak and hanging useless. I reach down again and grab your throbbing cock, stroking it long and slow, bringing you in no time to a full on orgasm. I feel your muscles tighten next to me, you trying to buck free as I keep you trapped. I stroke even slower, knowing it is stimulating you and turning you on wildly. And soon, I feel your body shake and you start to blow yet another massive load, all over the warehouse floor. "Yeah. That's a real man's load..." Although your cock is spewing hard and strong, I don't let go of it and keep it stimulated for yet another round...
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHHNNNNGGHHH—AAAHHH!” My roar cracks into gasps as my cock explodes again, spraying thick across the floor, each pulse ripping through me like lightning. My whole body convulses in your hold, twitching and jerking uncontrollably, veins bulging along my neck and arms. My balls throb painfully, swollen beyond reason, still churning, still producing, dragging another stream of cum up my shaft even as I scream. “N-no… no more,—haaahhh… I can’t—!” My voice trembles between moans and sobs, my chest heaving, pecs quivering as sweat pours down. My hips buck desperately, instinct forcing me to fight, to break free from the grip that milks me dry. But every thrash only makes my cock harder, each spasm forcing more out of me. My head lolls back, drool running down my chin as I gasp for air. “P- … stop… nghhh—ahhh! I COMMAND….Y….YOU” I moan again as another orgasm rips through me, my cock spewing violently, ropes splattering the floor as my swollen balls convulse like they’ll never stop. My body shakes, twitching violently in the dragon sleeper, broken and drained but still forced to pour out more.
MuscleMarine
I drop you as I release the sleeper on you. I stand tall over you. "You want it to stop? Hahahahaha. You command it?" I bend down and grab your cock again, stroke it. "There is only one man who commands things here now... SAY HIS NAME...." As I smile at you.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHhhhnnnnghh… ahhh… p-please…!” My voice cracks as I sprawl on the floor, twitching, my cock an engorged, veiny mess that jerks in your grip. My balls hang huge and swollen, dragging against the cold concrete, glowing faintly as the serum keeps them pumping, heavier and heavier. Each slow stroke pulls ragged moans from deep in my chest, my abs flexing and quivering, my body betraying me. My lips tremble, shame burning in my eyes, but the drug wrings the word out of me. “M-MAX…! It’s… it’s Max, sir… Max commands…!” I gasp, my body bucking helplessly as another wave builds. My cock throbs violently, the head purple and leaking nonstop, every vein standing out thick as ropes. “Ahhh—nnnghh—Max…! P-please, let me cum for you…!”
MuscleMarine
"You will cum for me..." As I stroke your cock and in no time, I bring you again to a shaking orgasm. But your loads are getting weaker and smaller. Your body shakes and convulses. I am destroying you physically through sexually release. I love the way your muscles ripple with every twitch-inducing orgasm. I laugh loudly. "You killed my partner with your brute force... I am going to kill you with pleasure."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“NGhhh—haaahhh… no… no more…” I gasp, my voice hoarse and broken as my cock twitches weakly in your grip, another thin spurt dribbling down my abs. My massive frame convulses, muscles no longer powerful and proud but sore, trembling, every ripple a sign of weakness instead of strength. I collapse onto my side, chest heaving, sweat pouring off me in rivers. My pecs quiver, abs spasm, my once-indestructible body now reduced to shaking under your hand. “S-stop… please… I can’t…” My words crumble into ragged moans, breath hitching as my lungs burn.
My bull-sized balls swing low and swollen, pushed to their absolute limit, every throb a dagger of pain and pressure. They glow faintly, heavy and tight, as if they might split from the inside out. I groan, humiliated, twitching uncontrollably on the floor. “You’re… you’re draining me… haaahhh…” My eyes flutter, body convulsing in helpless aftershocks, slick and drenched in sweat.
MuscleMarine
I let go of you and let you drop to the floor, face down. Your ass sticking up, I slap it hard. "Now, onto the main event..." As I position myself behind you and without warning, slam my cock hard into you... deep into your tight hole, stretching it in the process, wide open, and making you bleed since you have never been fucked before. I wince in pain as it is a tight entry, but laugh and smile knowing that I broke you enough to have no more strength to put up resistance.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHHHNNNGHHHH—AAARRGHHH!” The scream tears out of me as you force your cock into me, my whole body jerking violently. My cheeks clench hard, flexing with everything I’ve got left, but I am exhausted, my muscles spend and weak from the many orgasms, unable to fight you off. Fire rips through me, sharp and tearing, humiliation burning deeper than the pain. “N-no… not there…!” I choke out, gasping as my abs tighten into slabs of trembling stone, veins bulging across them. My massive frame quivers, every muscle spasming in protest, but I can’t stop the moans spilling past my lips. “Aahhh—nghhh—nooo!” My face presses to the cold floor, sweat dripping down, shame flooding me as groans and gasps betray my agony. My cock twitches against my abs, leaking helplessly, even as I growl and sob. “Y-you bastard… nghhh… you’ll pay…” My voice breaks into another moan, torn between fury, pain.
MuscleMarine
"Pay? Pay for what?" As I pull out slowly and then slam deep into you, making sure you feel every inch, every girth and every vein on my cock grating your insides and the tip of my cock hitting your prostate in the right spot, making your whole body quiver under me. "You are done. You are nothing now." I start fucking you rhythmically... I grab your already useless limp limbs and pull them behind you. I lock them together with one hand as I reach with the other and grab you by your hair. I pull your head back, making you arch so I can push deeper into you, and you feel my cock good, forcing you to let out a long deep moan.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHHHAAAHHH—nnnghhhhh!” The moan rips out of me, long and deep, my chest heaving as my whole body shudders under you. My limbs hang useless in your grip, shoulders screaming with pain, but I can’t fight back—every thrust makes my body twitch, spasm, betray me. My abs ripple as I arch back, sweat pouring down my face, my cock slapping helplessly against my stomach. “F-fuck… nghhh… f-fuck…” I gasp, humiliation twisting in my voice as another loud moan slips out of me. My massive frame quivers, every muscle flexing and trembling, but all my strength feels gone. I groan again, louder, the sound echoing through the warehouse, my head pulling back in your grip as I gasp raggedly. “You… you got me… ahhhhnnn...FUCK!” My voice cracks, moans spilling past clenched teeth, shame and agony mixing as I writhe helplessly and my cock twitches each time you hit my prostate.
MuscleMarine
As I fuck you hard and punch that prostate with the tip of my cock, your whole body quivers and tenses... making you flex involuntarily and moan. I pull you up and close to my chest, and look over your shoulder and see your cock hard again, and leaking. "Lets fuck another load out that pipe of yours... if anything remains..." I laugh as I fuck you harder and I know you are close again...
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“N-no… no more… please… mercy…” I choke out, my voice barely a whisper, hoarse from screaming. My cock hangs swollen and spent, twitching weakly but drained, nothing left to give. My balls ache, empty and heavy, every throb a reminder of how much you’ve taken. My massive muscles slump uselessly, powerless, no longer the weapons they once were. My chest heaves, sweat dripping down my trembling frame, every fiber shivering under your thrusts. “I… I can’t…” I gasp, sagging helplessly in your grip, broken and spent, begging for it to end. Then my body finally tenses again, shudders as I ROOOAR out. My cock twitching as you send me over the edge again but nothing comes out of my cock. Just the feeling that makes my muscles twitch and as I collapse a single drop forming around my pissslit.
MuscleMarine
"Hahahahaha... Was that an empty orgasm? Are you drained? The all powerful Lord of the Underworld... spent?" I laugh. And just then, the doors of the warehouse slide open and in walk your men. They find me still deep in you as you moan against your will. "See boys, this is your boss..." They stare in disbelief as I pull out one last time, keeping just the tip of my cock in you, and then slam hard all the way to the balls. I hold it in and roar, filling you deep with my load... so huge, it travels up to your gut almost. You feel it hot inside you. I spread my arms wide and clap your ears, ringing you, and dazing you.
As the euphoric feeling subsides, I look around at your goons. "Who wants a turn...?" As I see them horny, and rubbing themselves. They don't believe what I am asking them and most of them step forward, having been given the opportunity to use and abuse you. I laugh as I pull out of you and make you drop. I hear your faint words of objection, begging for all this to stop.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
I can’t move. My muscles twitch and spasm against my will, drained of all strength, leaving me groaning in humiliation on the floor. My chest heaves, every breath ragged, my body no longer obeying me. I see their eyes—my men approaching, tempted. With what little strength I have left, I glare at them and force my voice out, sharp and commanding, even through the groan in my throat. “Don’t… come closer…” I rasp, my whole body shuddering. “Stay back… all of you!” I can feel the weight of my own weakness pressing down, but my words carry the authority of a warlord not yet ready to be broken completely. My pride clings on, even as my body betrays me. Then my body shudder and convulses from exhaustion as the pearl of cum drops onto my ABS.
MuscleMarine
As you talk, trying to command again, I smack you in the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up. You command nothing here..." I grab you by the hair as I stand next to you and pull your head up. Making you look at your men. "They take orders from me now." I look at them and smile. "Right bois?" As I click my fingers, they nod, and a couple even start dropping their pants. "Who goes first...?" I laugh as I feel you try to struggle, but you cannot even move your arms or your legs.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“NNnghhh—haaahhh…” I wheeze, my body limp on the ground, sweat dripping in heavy streams. My arms and legs hang useless, twitching only in broken spasms, every muscle sore and powerless after being wrung dry. My cock dangles, swollen and leaking faintly, my bull-balls so heavy they look ready to split, dragging against the cold floor. Through my haze, I hear belts unbuckling, pants dropping. My eyes widen, glassy, as I see them—my men. My heart pounds in my chest as the drug-clouded fog lifts for a moment. One of them steps forward—my second in command, the big bastard I trusted above all. “NO!” My voice cracks, fury igniting despite my weakness. “You… TRAITOR!” I roar, though it breaks into a pained gasp. My body shivers and shakes, but I can’t rise, can’t strike. All I can do is glare up through sweat and tears, humiliated, my chest heaving as I watch him strip before me. “I’ll… I’ll kill you for this!” He just laughs, jerks his cock then grabs my legs and thrust into me without any words and starts hammering my ass until his cock erupts and sending another load into me.
MuscleMarine
One after the other, even the reluctant ones soon change their minds, and they all ride your ass and fill it like an empty well. The last one, a massive huge muscular beast of a man - makes me wonder how you were able to subdue him all these years - walks in, and strips down. I myself gasp when I see the tool he is carrying. He places himself behind you and without warning, pushes in, splitting you wide open in pain. "Yeah. That's the spirit." I let go of your head now, and walk to the crate of drugs again. I take out another syringe and walk back to you. I love the look on your face when you think its you I am going to inject. Instead, I walk past you and prick the giant fucking you in the neck, dosing him. In mere seconds, his body quivers, filling with the serum, making him fuck you harder from the jolt of energy. We both hear him scream, and I walk around to inspect.
I see his balls inflating, growing, engorged with juices. I know what is happening to him, and what will happen in a couple of seconds to you... well, to your insides, when he will start filling you deep, and full of his semen.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHhhhnnnnghhhhh—” I groan, my voice ragged, face pressed to the floor as my useless limbs twitch feebly. My body is too drained to fight, too broken to resist. I can only watch through glassy eyes, my chest heaving as the giant behind me slams deeper, splitting me wider than I thought possible. A guttural moan escapes me when I feel it—heat flooding inside, a pressure I can’t control. My abs clench and bulge outward, twitching violently, veins crawling across them as my body reacts. The serum inside him surges through his thrusts, filling me, making my core swell and spasm. “N-nooo… not inside… not like this…” I gasp, humiliation choking me. My once-proud muscles ripple uncontrollably, bulking and flexing in twisted spasms, sweat dripping in streams down my heaving chest. My cock twitches uselessly against my abs, leaking weakly, as I shiver and groan, powerless to stop what’s happening.
MuscleMarine
I know he is filling you with an endless supply of man juices. Raising a hand, I order him to get up, stand tall and with his cock buried deep in you, he lifts you up too, your legs barely touching the floor. I order him to grab your arms and pull them up too, stretching you, exposing you, open wide... Your gut, full, on display now, distended - your abs almost invisible and non-existent. I laugh. "You are done. I bet you wish to die then continue living in this humiliation, right?"
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“GUHHhhhhh—aaahhh!” I gasp, my voice breaking into sobs as my body is hoisted up, legs dangling uselessly, arms wrenched high until every joint screams. My chest heaves, sweat pouring down, my frame twitching helplessly in his grip. My gut bulges forward grotesquely, stretched and distended from the flood inside me. My once-chiseled abs fade beneath the pressure, the ridges vanishing as my stomach swells outward, trembling and taut. Veins crawl across the bloated surface, pulsing as I shiver, humiliated. “N-nooo… please… please stop!” I moan, head lolling back, drool spilling from my lips. My cock slaps against the bulging mass of my stomach with every quiver, twitching weakly, leaking thin trails of cum across my stretched gut. “I… I can’t take anymore make it stop … make it stop!”
MuscleMarine
"I will make it stop." As you swing and feel the giant muscle man behind you hold you off the floor - thar same man you once destroyed and made your slave. As you swing, you feel his cock poke at your ass cheeks. I reach in, grab your cock and stroke it one last time to make sure it is empty and it drops limp between your thighs.
Your gut now exposed, I lick my lips and take a stance in front of you. I pull my arm back, balling a tight fist and ready myself. "Lets see what this pinata has to offer." And just as I finish my line, I connect my knuckles hard to thar distended gut, making you explode from your ass, making you gush everything that was trapped inside - all the semen, the fluids and juices of all your men... like a fucking geyser. Your gut deflates instantly, making those bruised abs appear again, with blue welts and black patches all over. I look up at the behemoth behind you and wave a finger for him to drop you like a sack of potatoes to the floor.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHHHNNNNGGHHHH—AAARRRGHHHH!” I scream as your fist smashes into my bloated gut, my whole body jerking violently in the giant’s grip. When he drops me, I hit the concrete face-first with a sickening thud, sprawled in a heap at your feet. My limbs twitch uselessly, my body shivering in aftershocks of pain and shame. I roll onto my side, gasping, every breath a ragged wheeze, my cock limp and spent between my thighs. “P-please… n-no more…” I stammer, tears mixing with sweat on my face. My once-mighty frame trembles as I crawl weakly toward you, collapsing again against your boots. I look up, humiliated, broken. “Mercy… I beg you… mercy…” My lips quiver as my forehead presses to the floor at your feet, my voice hollow and desperate.
MuscleMarine
The big guy looks down at me and start laughing when you beg for mercy. He starts talking, telling me what I should do to you, and how I should kill you. I hate when someone tries to patronize me. Looking up at him, I smile and ask him to keep quiet... but he keeps going. Unexpectedly, I strike an uppercut into his gut, hard, steel fist digging into him. I make him fold and keel over, dropping his weight onto you, pinning you down. He is now at my eye level, face to face. "You really think I need your help?" I spread my arms wide open in front of him, making my shoulders roll, my pecs bounce... "ANSWER ME, BITCH."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
My eyes go wide as I see your fist bury itself in his gut, the massive man folding like a rag doll. His weight crashes down on me, crushing me further into the floor. I wheeze, pinned, unable to move, every bone in my body screaming. “N-no… please… don’t…” I gasp, staring up at you in horror as you tower over him, pecs flexing, your voice booming. My lips tremble, my chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths. “I… I can’t take anymore… p-please, Max… mercy!” My voice cracks into a sob, my eyes wide with terror. I twitch under the weight, powerless, humiliated, watching you dominate even the giant I once commanded. My heart pounds, my body shivers, and all I can do is beg. “You win… you always win…Please kil me”
MuscleMarine
I grab his head and twist his neck, cracking his spine and then dropping him dead. I shove him off you and release you. But I dont stop there...
I reach down, grab you by the nape and lift you up, dragging you to a nearby table. I shove everything off it and throw you on top, facedown. Reaching for a steel pipe on the floor... i play around with it, taunting you. "You took my 9.5 inches with ease... lets see how much more you can take."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“NNnnghh—no… no more, please…” I croak as you drag me across the floor, my body limp and trembling. When you slam me down onto the table, I groan, my chest and abs slamming against the cold steel. My cock, though drained and battered, twitches and rises one last time, throbbing weakly against the surface, betraying me again. My swollen muscles tense, flexing hard in reflex, veins bulging across my arms, chest, and quivering abs. My frame shudders under the effort, every fiber straining, even as pain shoots through my broken limbs. “I can’t… haaahhh… take more…” I gasp, head turning weakly to the side, shame burning in my eyes. “Please, Max… mercy…”
MuscleMarine
I push the tip of the pipe into your hole as I hold your muscular but weak broken massive legs up. I push and twist it slowly into you... inch by inch. At the nine and a half inch mark, I inform you that s how long my cock is. And I laugh as I keep going in.
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“HHhhhnnnghh—aaahhh!” I gasp, my voice cracking as the cold steel forces its way into me, my whole body twitching violently. My legs, once pillars of strength, spasm uselessly as you hold them high, spreading me wide open. I thrash weakly, chest heaving, sweat dripping in rivers down my trembling body. “Please—ahhhhnnn—stop! No more!” My cry turns into a guttural scream as the pipe twists deeper, the pain ripping through me. My abs clench and bulge, veins crawling across my stomach as I flex instinctively, my once-pristine muscles rippling under the strain. “NGHHHHHHHH—AAAARRRRGHHHH!” I bellow as it pushes further inside, my cock twitching against my battered abs, leaking despite my agony. My voice breaks into sobs. “Please… please, I can still be of use! I-I’ll serve, I’ll obey—don’t destroy me like this!” My words tumble out in desperation, begging through the haze of humiliation and pain.
MuscleMarine
I push the pipe in further and it shows through your softened belly now. The outline of the pipe clearly visible under your skin. I laugh and grab the pipe through your gut muscles. "Lets see how far we can go." Pushing more inside and piercing now through your walls. "If we play it right... it might come out of your throat and mouth. Hahahaha."
Joe_Biggun_Archer
“AAARRRGHHHHHHH!” I scream, the sound tearing from my lungs as white-hot agony rips through me. My whole body convulses, muscles flexing uncontrollably as the pipe bulges under my skin, pressing against my ruined abs. Veins bulge and throb across my chest and arms as I thrash weakly, every twitch a spasm of unbearable pain. Blood surges up my throat—I cough violently, red spraying from my lips, dripping down my chin. “Ghhhhhkkk—hahhh!” My voice breaks into ragged sobs, my eyes rolling back as fresh streams of blood spill from where the steel pierces me inside. My cock jerks limp against my stomach, my bull-sized balls swinging weakly, utterly spent. “P-please… ahhhhnnn… no more… it’s killing me…!” I sob, tears mixing with blood as my chest heaves shallowly. My body twitches, every flex of my once-pristine muscles now a broken, shuddering convulsion. I sag in your grip, helpless, blood pouring out around the pipe. “M-Mercy… I’m begging… I don’t want to die…”
MuscleMarine
"Yeah? So did my friend. You could have let him live..." As I push the pipe deeper and deeper, piercing through you until it is traveling up your esophagus and up your throat. I have got you really skewered and I laugh as I see your whole body quiver, spasm and convulse around the pipe. As the pipe comes out of you gaping mouth, I see your soul leave your body, lifeless, limp... I grab my cock and push it into the pipe which is quite wide. I stroke it and pump it, until I explode a load deep inside, trying to see how far into the pipe I can shoot. Maybe I can get it to come out of the other side... but it doesn't work. I laugh as I pull my cock out again. I look for my clothes and start to dress up again.
I look around at your men as they stare in horror and awe at the same time. Both at how I killed their boss, but also the next in line... the behemoth who was supposed to be your right-hand man. I look around, flex my and make my pecs bounce. "Anyone wants to challenge me?" But they do not answer, some quivering, others almost fainting and peeing their pants. I laugh... "That's what I thought."
The End
Published: 2025-08-21, viewed 165 times.
THE STEPHEN
2025-08-22 13:06I was amazed at how quickly and eagerly I read a story of over 17,000 words. It was an absolute blast from start to finish!
FLASH JACK
2025-08-22 10:59As a big fan of MuscleMarine, I have to say that once again he managed to surprise me with his skill. Even though he was facing a mutant giant, he didn't get discouraged. fantastic
Dream Breaker
2025-08-22 11:21(In reply to this)
I was specially surprised to see his skill - I didn´t know he had - to handle the huge Biggun at the beginning, to turn the tables. POWERful BOTTOMline job! ❤
BraveAjay
2025-08-22 10:22Namaste. My great friend Max Marine reminded us all again that the bigger they are , the harder they fall down. Extraordinarily brutal but also entertaining story. As my friend Dream Breaker says in his comments, it was almost a scene from a movie. Thank you so much for sharing it with all of the readers.
BAKOF
2025-08-22 10:12quite nice stuff. almost romantic. next time ask me to the scene and i show u how to do it properly. ha! great read anyway. thanx
Dream Breaker
2025-08-22 07:30Let´s see- WOW! This is the first thing that comes into my mind. The story had it all one could hope to read - it is like one of these dark action- almost gore - movies with a high sexual tension from the beginning. The plot is genious with great twists. Drug lord Biggun clearly had the upper hand at first. But it was awesome to see how Max turned the tables—I've never seen him do that before—hell, I got a boner just reading that. From that moment on, Biggun's downfall began, and even his own people betrayed him. Barbecue season is still in full swing, so maybe it's time to get a good skewer, huh?
Thanks guys for the GREAT story!
Freaker
2025-08-22 07:14Joe_Biggun_Archer, you started off as the big bad wolf, but you ended up as a puppy on its back, begging for mercy. You thought you could break MuscleMarine, but he turned the tables and broke you instead. Every punch, every twist, every humiliating moment was a testament to your downfall. It seems, You, who loved the taste of power, are now loving the taste of defeat even more. But you have style and your destructions are always original and brutal
MuscleMarine, on the other hand, proved he's the ultimate alpha. He didn't just win; he dominated. He turned your own strength against you, and he did it with a smirk on his face. You thought you were the king, but MuscleMarine showed you who the real king is.
Thank you guys for sharing your brutal confrotation in THE HIGH TABLE
Maw Freaker
Armand de VILLOMBRE
2025-08-22 06:10oua brutal end gentleman and rich confrotation
Armand de Villombre