The clang of weights filled the gym, but I knew every eye was on me. Daddy David! I was shirtless, my bronzed, oiled chest gleaming under the lights, every cut of muscle on full display—thick pecs, veins running down my biceps, abs hard as stone. My shorts were black and so small they could barely be called gym gear, clinging tight around my thighs and riding high enough to show off the shape of my glutes. Nothing hid my body. Why would it? I strutted across the floor like I owned the place, smirking at the weak little boys pretending they knew what training meant. “Pathetic,” I muttered loud enough for them all to hear, shaking my head as some kid fought for a single shaky rep. “You call that lifting? My warmup puts you on your ass.” A few looked offended, but I could see it in their eyes—they were too scared to talk back. That only made me laugh. I slapped one guy’s back mid-set, making him stumble, then snatched a barbell from another’s hands and curled it like it was nothing. My muscles bulged, sweat glistening, and I flexed just because I could—because I knew they were watching. This wasn’t training for me. This was dominance. The gym was my ring, and if anyone wanted to prove they were more than a weak little spectator, they’d have to step up and face Daddy David!
MuscleMarine
New in town, just moved in, and one of the neighbours I knew well from before popped by and offered me a nice gift - a membership to the local gym which was said to be one of the most modern and state-of-the-art equiped in the country. Added something about 'enjoying my time there' not sure if he was hinting at something.
I visited the gym a couple of days later after settling down and found the place quite packed, buzzing - the clanging, grunting and smell of testosterone filled the air heavily. It was any musclehead's dream spot. Especially one guy who walked around shirtless... and almost even naked, putting his, I must admit, rather well ripped built body on display. But something about him was a bit... over the top. He was cocky, pushing some guys, mocking them, and even using his training towel to whip their behinds.
Daddy_David
That’s when I spotted him.Over at one of the weight stations, there was a guy I didn’t recognize—broad-shouldered, thick chest fur showing through the deep V of his shirt, beard framing a strong jaw. He was built, no doubt about it. New meat.I narrowed my eyes, a grin tugging at my lips. He didn’t belong here. Not yet. This was my place, and every new face had to learn the rules.I strolled over, slow and deliberate, my tiny black shorts hugging every flex of my thighs. I planted myself right in his space, close enough that he couldn’t ignore me.“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” I said, voice low and cocky, my eyes roaming over him like I was sizing him up for a fight—or something else. “You new, big guy? You look like you think you can lift, but…” I reached out without asking, laying a heavy hand on the bar he was about to curl. “Why don’t you let me show you how it’s really done?”I smirked, curling the weight easily, flexing my arm, making a show of how light it felt in my hands. I glanced back at him, smug. “Yeah… thought so. Stick around, you might actually learn something.”I let the bar clatter back down, loud, drawing more attention to us. Then I stepped in even closer, chest brushing his shoulder. “Or maybe you want to learn the hard way.”
MuscleMarine
As you taunt me, and make a whole show out of it, I smile. Another guy next to me turns to see what is happening and asks me if the weight he loaded was enough or he should keep going to the weight he had decided on. I smile at you when I see in your eyes you understand the bar is not yet ready.
"Nice curl. Except we are not curling... we are benching." As I bend down and slide a bench under, while the guy helping me loads some more plates almost making the bar bend. I ignore you and sit on the bench. "You mind stepping out of the way?" Sounding very calm and collected.
Daddy_David
I freeze for a moment, that smug smirk faltering just a touch as I watch the extra plates being slapped onto the bar. The steel actually bows under the weight, and I can feel a few of the other patrons’ eyes darting between us, waiting to see what Daddy David will do. Then I laugh—a deep, cocky rumble—as if the whole thing’s a joke to me. I lean in close, towering over you as you sit on the bench, my abs inches from your face, my sweat glistening under the lights. “Ohhh, so you’ve got a little bite,” I murmur, licking my lips and letting my voice drip with mock admiration. “Cute.” I make no move to step aside. Instead, I plant my feet firm, arms crossed over my broad chest, deliberately blocking your lift. The arrogance drips from me, but there’s tension in my stance—part of me is testing you, part of me curious how far you’ll go. “You really think you can handle that much weight, huh? Careful, beard boy. You might end up pinned under it, begging me to pull it off you.” I tilt my head, smirk back in place, daring you to push me, to call me out in front of everyone.
MuscleMarine
But I play along to your arrogance. "You are the big man around it seems. So how about you spot me instead of my friend here and see how strong you are." I position myself and grab the bar, unphased. Some of the guys look at you, waiting to see how you will react to this challenge. "Ready?" I call up to you standing over me.
Daddy_David
My jaw tightens just slightly, but I don’t let the crowd see it—I keep the smirk plastered on my face. You want me to spot you? Fine. I step forward, looming over you at the head of the bench, my big frame casting a shadow across your body as you grip the bar.“Alright, beard boy,” I say, voice dripping with arrogance, but my eyes locked on the weight that’s bending the bar. “Let’s see if you can do more than talk.”I plant my feet wide, my tiny shorts stretching tight across my thighs, and wrap my hands lightly around the bar—just enough to look like I’m in control. The gym has gone quiet now, everyone watching.“Ready?” you ask.I lean over, my oiled chest inches above your face, and grin down at you. “Oh, I’m ready. Question is—are you?”Then, with deliberate flair, I nod for you to lift, my biceps flexing as if I’m prepared to grab the weight if—when—you fail. My whole body language screams cocky dominance, but deep inside, I’m waiting to see if you’re about to embarrass me in my own arena.
MuscleMarine
I lift the bar and easily perform three reps without flinching. I push up and keep the bar in the air, pause. Looking around, I see the almost the whole gym staring at me, at us. I smile and continue another five reps. Reaching the ninth rep, I fake a little struggle but then push up back. I look at you and see you flinch slughtly... only I see it though and I smile at you.
I perform the tenth rep easily again, looking up and seeing you get a bit angry. Going for an extra rep, I pull the bar down, but as I am about to rack it, I look around the gym and see the faces in awe - some even transfixed. I look up and see you get kind of angry. "Catch..." I say to you as I fake-rack it and release the bar into your hands...
Daddy_David
The bar drops into my hands and I catch it, my arms flexing hard as I steady it. My jaw clenches, teeth grinding as I rack it with a loud slam. I lean over you, my chest heaving, voice low so only you hear: “Cute trick… but you just made a big mistake.” I glare down, eyes narrowing, heat rising in my chest—not just anger, but challenge. The gym’s watching, and now it’s personal. “You like showing off in my house? Fine. But now you’re mine.” I straighten, rolling my shoulders, veins popping across my arms, daring you to get up.
MuscleMarine
I sit up and get off the bench, turn around and face you. "I your house?" I look you up and down in your tight black shorts. I bounce my pec in my tank top, taunting you. "What are you going to do about it..." I smile, making the air more dense, electrifying.
Daddy_David
I take a step in, close enough our chests almost brush, my fists clenching at my sides. My silver hair is damp with sweat, eyes locked on yours. “What am I gonna do?” I sneer, my voice dropping deep, almost a growl. “I’ll put you flat on your back right here, beard boy. Show you what happens when you disrespect Daddy in his own gym.” I smirk, flexing my thick arms, shoulders rolling as I puff my chest against yours. The crowd stirs, waiting for a clash. “Unless you’d rather run along now… before I really embarrass you.”
MuscleMarine
Only the loaded bar seperates us as our chests rub against each other over it. "Run along? Hahahah. Daddy? In his gym? Is that what they call you?" I bounce my pecs as I laugh and they rub against yours. I feel your nipples harden and point out. "Pathetic geezer." As I step back, slam both my palms at your chest and shove you hard back into the wall behind you.
Daddy_David
My back cracks against the wall with a heavy thud, the sound snapping through the gym. My lips curl into a snarl, the smirk gone now. I lunge forward, closing the gap in an instant—my chest slamming back into yours over the bar. “Pathetic, huh?” I growl, eyes blazing. Without warning, my fist cocks back and I swing, aiming a hard punch straight at your smug, bearded face, the air hissing with the speed of it. The gym gasps as my knuckles cut forward—no more words, just raw fury.
MuscleMarine
I smile as you bounce back towards me, aiming a fist to my jaw. Standing there, not moving, I let your fist connect and snap my head to one side. "Not bad. Your got some power for an old fart."
Daddy_David
My fist connects solid with your jaw, the crack echoing through the gym. For a split second I expect you to drop—only to see you standing there, smiling, taunting me. My eyes flare, rage boiling. “You cocky son of a…” I growl, stepping in tighter, my chest pressed against yours, sweat smearing between us. I rear my fist back again, veins bulging down my forearm, this time aiming even harder. “Let’s see you smile after this one!”
MuscleMarine
But this one never lands as I snap grab your fist, stopping it. I slide my grip down to your wrist, claw my fingers tight around it like a handcuff and bend your arm backwards. I smile at you. "You mean like this?" giving you a wide grin. I shove you back. "I don't want to fight you. But if you push me, I will, and it will not end well for you." Pulling back, I step out of the bench press area and into the gym, looking for my next workout, as the crowd spreads open and gives me way. I know you will not let this down so I am weary and ready. The hairs on my back spring up, ready as I feel you grunt behind me, angrily burning a hole in my back with your gaze.
I stop and turn back towards you. "Listen, I have two options... Either you drop the act, and let me workout in peace alone. And everyone is happy. You can keep your title of alpha around here." I turn to the crowd to see their reaction. "Or you could keep pushing my buttons and I will have to do you my workout and put you in your rightful place." I talk so calmly it sends shivers and paralysis many men around us. Waiting to see your reaction and what you will decide to do, I grab my tank top and pull it up a bit over my abs, and rub my hand on my bricks... almost teasingly.
Daddy_David
My finger digs into your pec, the tension between us so tight it feels like the whole gym might explode. For a long second, I stare you down, sweat rolling down my chest, every instinct in me screaming to swing again. But then I chuckle—low, dark, controlled. I step back a half pace, shaking my head like I’ve decided you’re not worth it. “Hnh. You got spirit,” I mutter, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Fine. I’ll let you play tough guy for now. Enjoy the crowd while it lasts.” I raise my hands, palms out, flashing that arrogant Daddy grin again, masking the storm boiling inside. The tension in the room shifts as I turn and start to walk toward the weights, acting like I’ve chosen to back down, like I’m still in control. But behind the smirk, my mind’s already set. If I can’t break you here in front of everyone… then I’ll find the right moment. The locker room. No crowd. No rules. I don’t look back, but I know you’re still watching me. And I know this isn’t over. Not even close.
MuscleMarine
I see you walk away and smile. "That's a good decision." I mutter low as I turn around and make my way to the locker rooms, seeing the crowd disperse too. I grab my gym bag along the way, and turn around to wave at my training partner, signaling him that I will be back in a few minutes. Although you have chosen not to fight me anymore, I am still weary and tense about the idea - I have a feeling you haven't let this one slide or pass. I have encountered a lot of guys like you before... I know how they think, especially when their pride is on the line. I look back at the buzzing gym floor as I enter the more private empty area, and I smile, knowing I will be quite happy training here. I also look around and try to find you among the crowd but it seems you have disappeared. I shrug my shoulder, chuckling, and step into the lockers covered area, looking for mine to drop my bag.
Daddy_David
The sound of your footsteps and the quiet hum of the locker room fills the air—until a sudden, sharp clang echoes off the metal doors.I step out from the shadowed row of lockers, chest still slick with sweat, veins bulging down my arms, eyes burning with rage. In my right hand, I grip a cold, heavy metal pipe, the end glinting under the fluorescent lights.“You thought I’d let that slide?” I snarl, voice low, guttural, vibrating in the empty space. My knuckles whiten around the pipe as I smack it once against a locker—CLANG—the sound shuddering through the room.I stalk forward, my tiny shorts clinging to my flexing thighs, fury written all over me. “You embarrassed me in front of my gym. Nobody—nobody—makes Daddy look weak.”I raise the pipe, eyes locked on you, chest heaving. “Now it’s just you, me, and no crowd to save your ass.”
With a guttural roar, I lunge forward, swinging the pipe in a brutal arc aimed straight at your head. The air whistles as the steel cuts through it, my whole body behind the swing.
MuscleMarine
I am no slouch and hear the swish of metal through the air as I walk into the empty quiet space. Instinctively, as trained in the military, I drop squat first, dodging the incoming steel bar to my head. I watch as it swings past me, over me. I throw my bag to one side and pounce back, away from this raging moron. "The fuck you doing? I knew there was something off about you." I land on my ass, my back to a couple of lockers, watching you swing that bar a couple more times around like a sword. I must admit you are a sight to behold and it makes my cock in my tight compression shorts move a little, plumping up. 'This guy wants a fight. I will give him one he will never forget... once I disarm him.' I think to myself as I flip to my feet, still in a squat position and ready myself.
Daddy_David
I snarl, sweat flying as I whip the pipe back over my shoulder and hurl my weight into another savage swing—this one aimed low, right at your legs to take you off balance. WHOOSH—CLANG! the steel screeches as it slices the air and smashes against the tiled floor, sparks dancing at your feet. My chest heaves, pecs bouncing as I bare my teeth, eyes locked on you like prey. “You think you’re ready for me?!” I roar, dragging the pipe back up with both hands, shoulders bulging. “I’ll break you in half before you even touch me!” I reel back my arm for another swing!
MuscleMarine
The bar connects with my thigh, hard, making me almost drop. But I flex and resist. I stare you down, in anger as I feel you pull the bar away again, and try another swing. But this time, I snap grab the bar, and twisting it roughly, I pull it from your grip and throw it to one side. Stepping closer to you, into your private space, I reach in and snap grab you by your throat, and drag you backwards to the opposite side, slamming you into the lockers. "You will break before me." Pulling my arm back and connecting a hard punch to your abs, making you fold. I lock my arm around your head in a sleeper and tighten the hold.
Daddy_David
Your hand clamps around my throat and I’m wrenched backward, spine and shoulders crashing into the lockers with a thunderous BANG. My chest seizes, a grunt ripping out as your fist drives deep into my abs, the blow folding me forward, spittle flying from my lips. Before I can recover, your arm snakes tight around my head, the pressure locking in. “Nnghh!” I grunt, my hands clawing at your arm as the sleeper cinches, my thick traps bulging as I thrash against you. My legs kick against the floor, muscles straining, veins pulsing across my neck as I fight for air, teeth bared in fury. “Ghhk—let… go!” I rasp, every vein standing out as I buck and writhe in your grip, trying to power free before the hold saps me down.
MuscleMarine
But it only makes me tighten my hold even more around your neck, limiting the air you can take in. I flex my arm and my bicep bulges, my forearm at your neck flairs with veins, cutting your breath and putting you out slowly. I feel your body tightening, getting heavy and weak. "Yeah. Go to sleep... alpha bitch." The locker-room gets suddenly quiet and silent again, away from the loud gym. I let go of you and your body slumps down heavy on the tiled floor. I stand over you and smile, knowing what is coming next is gonna be epic, as I bend down, grab your tight black gym shorts, and rip them off you, exposing your tight ass. I smack those bubbles hard, making them shake, unflexed, but I know they can be hard and tight.
Daddy_David
My body hits the cold tile with a heavy thud, chest rising shallow, lips parted but silent. My limbs sprawl out, muscles twitching faintly from the choke, silver hair damp with sweat across my forehead. Unconscious, I don’t stir when you tear the shorts from my hips—the fabric giving way with a sharp rip—leaving my bare, muscular ass exposed and vulnerable under the harsh locker-room My bare ass cheeks bounce under the slap, the deep smack echoing off the lockers. The heavy muscle of my glutes gives a sharp recoil, a tight jiggle that ripples once, then settles into a slow, lazy shake as my unconscious body lies limp. The locker-room lights catch the sheen of sweat on the curves of my ass, making each little wobble stand out before the muscles relax back into round, heavy mounds of flesh.
MuscleMarine
I chuckle as I watch the show your ass puts up after every slap. It jiggles, and wiggles... Hahahahaha. Grabbing it tight, I spread those cheeks apart, open, and slide one, then two fingers in and hook them. Even though you are unconscious, my penetrating digits into you make your ass tighten involuntarily, and your body quiver, muscles rippling and tensing. Its usually a primal human instinct reaction. I laugh and slap your ass again, making it vibrate and pull my fingers deeper on its own. I laugh louder in the empty locker-room area. I hook them in you, and start tapping your sweet spot, right behind the balls from the inside, violating your inside while you are out cold... 'That's gonna hurt badly when you wake up.' I think to myself, but keep on going... I don't care about what you will feel
Daddy_David
My naked body stays sprawled on the cold tile, chest heaving slowly. My limp body shifts under the pressure of your grip, my thick glutes spreading wide. The muscles tense briefly, then loosen again, leaving me open and slack. A low, unconscious grunt slips from my lips, my chest shuddering once as if my body’s protesting in its sleep. My thighs flex instinctively, quivering before falling still again, leaving my exposed ass vulnerable in his hands.My limp frame doesn’t fight you, but when your hand spreads me wide and the first finger slides into my pink hairless hole, my glutes clamp tight, the muscle flexing hard around it. A faint groan rumbles from my throat, head lolling to the side, eyes still shut.You push deeper, and when the second finger joins the first, my thick thighs kick once against the tile, calves jerking before falling slack again. My hole pulses in little involuntary squeezes, trying to force the fingers out, but instead they draw themselves tighter inside me.Each tap of your fingers against my prostate makes my hips twitch, my pecs jump, my whole body quiver. The sound of my labored breath echoes in the empty locker-room as sweat drips off my body, leaving me shuddering but helpless, sprawled wide open with no awareness of what’s being done.My limp body shifts as you pry me wider, my thick thighs giving a sudden twitch. Then, without warning, a low sputter escapes me—a rough fart breaking the silence of the locker-room. The sound bounces off the tile walls, crude and humiliating, and my slack frame doesn’t even stir in response.The smell lingers faintly as my exposed ass cheeks jiggle from the release, muscles quivering for a moment before settling again.
Your palm cracks down across my bare cheek with a sharp SMACK, the sound ricocheting off the lockers. My glutes jolt violently from the impact, bouncing under your hand, the thick muscle rippling in waves before settling back into round, heavy mounds.Even unconscious, my body reacts—hips giving a tiny twitch, thighs tightening then slackening again. The red imprint of your hand blooms across my tan skin, stark under the locker-room lights.Another slap echoes, harder this time, and my ass quivers in a deep jiggle, the vibration traveling through my slack frame, leaving me sprawled open and vulnerable, unable to resist.
MuscleMarine
I position myself behind you and fishing my cock out of my shorts, I push my now throbbing hard erect cock into your ass, stretching it wide open. My cock enters easily now that I have loosened you with my fingers. Nothing will stop me. I start raping you knowing when you wake up, its going to hurt like a fucking bitch. I pound away, unhinged, unphased by what you might feel - that ass is mine. I push your legs wide open, then pull them into a split, pushing them to their limits, making sure your hips and joints feel the pressure. You are going to have a hard time moving correctly when you come around and wake up.
Daddy_David
My limp body shifts as you move in behind me, muscles slick with sweat. When your massive cock presses forward and forces its way into my pink hole, my glutes tense hard, then ripple wide open around it. A strained groan slips from my lips, my head rolling to the side as I stay out cold. Each heavy thrust of your cock makes my ass quake, the thick mounds bouncing with every impact, cheeks jiggling helplessly. My abs tighten in involuntary spasms, chest heaving faster though I’m not awake to understand why. You drag my legs wider, forcing my hips into an unnatural split. My thighs tremble from the strain, hamstrings twitching as the pressure in my joints builds. My arms sprawl, fists half-clenched, while my body jerks weakly under the pounding. Flat on the cold tiles, my bronzed, oiled body sprawls out, chest pressed against the floor as shallow breaths roll out of me. My legs are spread from how you’ve dragged me, glutes flexing faintly after each smack. Between them, my own dick lies slack, heavy against my thigh, shifting with every jolt of my body. Even out cold, a faint twitch runs through it now and then, a reflexive spasm that makes it stir before settling limp again. The sweat on my lower back glistens under the lights, running down toward the curve of my ass, every muscle in me slack and helpless while my cock stays exposed, vulnerable to whatever comes next. Still unconscious, I moan low, a guttural sound vibrating from deep in my chest as my frame rocks under the assault, left vulnerable and open on the cold tile.
MuscleMarine
I fuck you hard until I cannot hold anymore. The whole build up from the gym during my workout to actually ending it on you has made me hard and horny. I plow deep and soon, I feel my balls churning and rising. I howl in the locker-rooms as I unload deep inside you. I smack the back of your head... "This should keep you hydrated, full and proteinated for a while." As I pull out and finish cumming on your back. I pull up my shorts and grab my tank top and slip it on. I hear you groan and come around as I am getting ready to step back into the gym area. I turn towards you, smile, and then squat next to you. I grab your face as your eyes open slowly. "Meet me in the gym's back room. The manager says there is a nice ring I'd like to try. You'd do a great punching bag." I laugh and let your head drop again onto the bench.
Daddy_David
My body stirs with a weak groan as consciousness drags me back. My eyelids flutter open, silver hair stuck to my damp forehead, vision hazy. My muscles ache, lungs heaving, every nerve screaming—but the first thing I see is your face above me, that smug grin burned into my mind. Your hand grips my jaw and forces my head up, your words cutting through the fog. *Back room. Ring. Punching bag.* My body tenses under your grip, fury flashing in my tired eyes even as my head drops limply back against the bench when you let go. I cough, chest rising in shallow breaths, fists curling weakly at my sides. My pride burns hotter than the pain. I know I’ve been humiliated, broken down in front of no one—but the thought of you dragging this into the ring makes my blood pound. A low growl rumbles from my throat, hoarse and raw. “You… will regret that,” I rasp, voice rough, my blue eyes locking onto you with a spark of fire returning.
As my body twitches weakly on the tile, a warm, sticky trail seeps from between my glutes, sliding slowly down the curve of my ass. The thick fluid glistens under the harsh locker-room lights as it trickles lower, gathering at the crease where my thigh meets muscle before dripping onto the floor in heavy drops. Each faint clench of my glutes squeezes a little more out, the mess smearing across my skin and leaving me exposed and degraded, still sprawled helpless and weak.
MuscleMarine
The door to the locker-rooms swings open again as I walk back in and find you still laying there on the cold floor. I smile when I see you coming round a bit. I stand over you, one foot on each side, bend down and place two fingers on your neck, to feel your pulse... then gently press down on your neck, applying pressure where the blood flow is greatest. Then you feel the rest of my hand claw around your neck and squeeze, cutting your breath as I lift your upper-body slowly off the floor. My other hand reaches down at your ass, past it and spreading your legs open, claws at your balls and pulls you up to a standing position. With a slight bend of the knees, I squat, and lift you up, off the floor and onto my shoulders. I bend you and arch your back on my traps as I start walking out of the changing area and back to the gym floor, past everyone and to the private room at the back where a ring is set up.
Daddy_David
My body offers almost no resistance as your fingers press into my neck. A faint wheeze escapes me, my chest fluttering with shallow breaths that cut off as your grip tightens. My head lolls forward, silver hair hanging over my face, arms dangling limp at my sides.When your other hand claws past my ass and seizes my balls, my body jerks weakly but can’t fight back. My thick thighs tremble, knees buckling uselessly as you drag me upright. A broken groan slips from my lips, my pecs heaving but no strength follows.Then, with your squat, I’m hoisted like dead weight onto your shoulders. My back bends unnaturally over your traps, ribs stretched, sweat pouring down my limp frame. My arms flop over your chest and back, fists unclenched now, body sagging in total defeat.The door swings open and the gym’s noise rushes in. My head bobs with each of your steps, hair hiding my face as my unconscious body is paraded through the crowd. The only motion left in me is the slight jostle of my limp cock bouncing as you carry me like a trophy.By the time we reach the private back room, I’m nothing more than a limp mass draped across you, breath shallow, utterly helpless in your grasp.
MuscleMarine
I throw you into the ring, rolling you under the bottom rope before pulling myself up and over the top rope. I land with a loud thud, shaking the whole structure. Both feet on each side of you, I bend down and slap you a bit to bring you round, and wake you up. "Come on stud. This is what you wanted. A real fight in the ring." I walk now around, flexing, as some of the gym-goers walk in and stand around the ring - some excited to see the cocky bully being put in his place. They are fed up of your attitude and been hoping for a real man to come frame you.
Daddy_David
I groan faintly as your slap pulls me back from the haze, eyes half-open but unfocused. My body lies sprawled in the center of the ring, sweat glistening across my chest and abs, but there’s no power left in me. My arms twitch weakly, trying to push up, but collapse right back down, leaving me flat against the canvas. The noise of the crowd swells around me, their energy crashing against the hollow pit in my gut. Shame washes over me as I realize I’m naked, soft, and on display under the harsh lights. My cock lies limp between my thighs, my glutes slack and quivering against the mat. I turn my head slowly, silver hair falling over my face, and rasp out in a broken whisper, “P-please… don’t…” My voice cracks, weak, stripped of the arrogance I once carried. My body trembles as you circle me, the ring vibrating under your heavy steps, while I can do nothing but lay there—waiting, vulnerable, at your mercy.
MuscleMarine
I stand over you, reach down and grab you by your hair, pulling you up to your feet. I make you walk around the ring, naked, weak, on display to the gymers walking in to see what is happening. Slamming you to a corner post and watching you slump down a bit, I turn to the crowd spreading my arms wide open. "This is the alpha dawg of this gym? The guy who sets the rules? You all bow to him, fear him?" Almost mocking them and taunting them. I turn towards you and strike a tight claw at your gut. "You better fight better to save that title of yours..." knowing you can barely do anything... unless... I smile wickedly at you.
Daddy_David
You yank me upright by the hair and I follow, breathing hard, sweat streaking down my chest. My knees tremble as you steer me across the ring, I'm too weak to resist.The crowd closes in around the ropes, the sound of their cheers a low thunder. When you slam me into the corner post I slump against it, arms draped over the ropes, head bowed. Your fingers dig deep into my mid-section, each one finding the space between my abs. A white-hot spike of pressure shoots through my core and I can’t hold it back—“Aaaghhh!”The cry rips out of me, sharp and raw, echoing off the ropes.My entire body arches against the corner post. Every muscle in my torso fires at once, trying to push you off, but the harder I flex, the deeper your grip feels. My breath comes in ragged gasps, sweat running down my ribs as I writhe in your hold.The crowd roars at the sound, their cheers mixing with my strained groan.
MuscleMarine
I shake your body, by the grip I got on your gut. "Still wanna fight a real man?" Raising my voice so everyone hears me well. "Still think you are the alpha boi around here?" I spin you around and hold you in the middle of the ring. My other hand snaps tight around your throat, locks and suddenly lifts you up, off the floor, overhead. I keep you there for a moment before bringing you down on my extended knee in a backbreaker. Roll you on the ground and leave you writhing while I walk around, flexing and taunting anyone willing to challenge me.
Daddy_David
The crowd roars as I lie sprawled across the mat, spine screaming from the backbreaker. My chest heaves, sweat streaking down my ribs. I drag an arm across the canvas, trying to push up, but my body trembles and gives way, leaving me flat on my stomach.Your heavy footsteps circle closer, each one sending a faint vibration through the ring. I hear the snap of your flexing arms and the taunts you throw to the spectators—sharp, cocky words that draw a mix of cheers and jeers.I grit my teeth and roll to one knee, eyes flashing up through the silver hair plastered to my face. My breathing is ragged, my core tight with pain, "I'm not done!" I cough.
MuscleMarine
"Hahahaha. Of course not." I laugh out loud, mocking you as I turn to face you. Hands on my hips, pushing my pelvis outwards, making the bulg ein my shorts bunch up, prominent. I bend down and grabbing you by your hair, I pull you to your feet that barely hold you up. "Enjoying this?" And before you can answer, I ball up a fist and slam it to your gut, sending you slamming into the corner post again, following in with a spear, shoulder to your midsection, making sure your spine feels the hard metal behind you. I pull out and slam into you again a couple more times. As you fold over me, I lift you up on my shoulders, spin. Jumping up, I flip and slam you to the floor, almost in a spine-buster. Laid on your back now, I stand over you, tall. I flex my muscles in a double biceps pose, my engulfed bulge now clearly visible as I am enjoying this. I drop my hand and cup my balls in my shorts, smiling at you. "You like this?" As I see your eyes widen open, staring up.
Daddy_David
The air explodes from my lungs as your fist drives deep into my gut, folding me over like a rag. My knees buckle, but you don’t give me the chance to drop—just slam me into the corner post, the metal digging into my spine with a crack that sends a flash of white-hot pain through my body. The first shoulder tackle crushes into my core— "GHNNGH!" —and the second drives it deeper. My arms drape over the ropes, body limp, chest rising in shallow gasps as sweat runs in streams down my sides. Then I’m lifted again, helpless across your shoulders, spinning before the slam—my back hits the canvas with a thunderous THUD, limbs bouncing off the mat. I groan, dazed, eyes fluttering open as you plant yourself over me. Your shadow looms as I stare up, every breath shallow, every muscle slack. My gaze flicks from your flexed biceps down to the bulge in your shorts—massive, heavy, unavoidable. My lips part slightly, jaw slack as I stare in stunned silence. Your voice cuts through the haze: "You like this?" I swallow hard, still flat on my back, groaning.
MuscleMarine
I bend down slowly, smiling at you, reaching down and grabbing you by your silver hair. I hold you tight and pull you up to your feet. I parade you around the ring as more guys walk in. The ones already inside are enjoying it, some stroking their bulges. "This is the alpha of this gym? This is the guy who makes the rules around here?" I ball up my other fist and I slug you in the gut hard, and again, and again. As you try to fold from the pain, I don't allow you, keeping you up.
Daddy_David
Your fingers tighten in my silver hair, yanking my head up as you pull me slowly to my feet. My legs wobble beneath me, barely holding, my chest heaving, ribs rising with every painful breath. My abs twitch, bruised and sore, but I can’t resist—you’ve got complete control. You march me in a slow circle around the ring, dragging my limp body behind you, one fist locked in my hair while the other draws back. THMP!—your fist slams into my gut again. THMP!—another shot, deeper. THMP!—my whole body jerks as the third lands. I gasp, mouth open, eyes glassy. My knees try to buckle, but you hold me up by the hair, forcing me to stand through the punishment. My core quivers, abs unable to tighten fast enough to protect me. A ragged groan escapes my lips, and I slump slightly forward, too wrecked to speak, too proud to collapse. Still, I stay in your grip. Broken. Bent. Waiting for what comes next.
MuscleMarine
I spin you around, grab you by the hips and hold you steady. "Lets see how good you sing... or howl." I pull you to me, sliding my cock into your ass hard, but in one move, all the way to the balls. Your legs shaking, I feel you trying to flex and deny me entry but its no use fighting it. I laugh as I core you out. Your high-pitched shreik makes the guys around the ring laugh. Some even cream their pants, unable to control their excitement. I point a thumbs at them and smiling as my other hand grsbs your hair and turn your head to make you watch them convulse and shake. "This is what a real alpha is able to do..."
Daddy_David
As you spin me around and pull me back onto your thick shaft, I let out a startled cry, my body tensing instinctively against the sudden intrusion but your strength and determination overwhelm my initial resistance, shattering my pink ring, I can feel myself being stretched and filled in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure but mostly intense pain through my core. Your laughter rings in my ears as you grind your hips against mine, burying yourself balls-deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but scream out, the sound echoing through the ring as you use me for your own amusement. I'm helpless to resist as you grab my hair and force me to watch the other fighters convulsing and shaking with excitement at the sight of us.
MuscleMarine
I start walking to the side of the ring, drag-pushing you along with me, impaled on my cock. I push your upper-body out of the ring, in between the two top ropes. I wave at one of the other gym-goers - one with what looks like one of the biggest cocks around. I call him to come over, climb up and feed you his pecker. The humiliation does not stop. "You will learn your place in the pyramid of authority in this gym. You were once the top dog... You will now become the fucking cum-load eating maggot." I laugh as I push my cock deeper into you, making you scream, thus opening your mouth wide open for the hot bodybuilder to slide his cock in your mouth, and throat. "Shut this pussyboi up." I order him, and he complies.
Daddy_David
As you drag me across the ring, my body convulsing with each step as your thick cock remains buried deep inside me, I can't help but let out a series of desperate screams and cries. The humiliation is overwhelming as you push my upper body through the ropes, leaving me dangling helplessly with my legs still inside the ring. Tears stream down my face as I'm forced to endure this degrading display in front of the entire gym. When you call over the massive bodybuilder, my heart sinks into my chest. I know what's coming, and the thought of being used as nothing more than a human fleshlight for these dominant men is almost too much to bear. As he climbs up and feeds his enormous cock into my mouth, stretching my jaw wide open, I can't help but gag and choke around his girth. The sensation of being spitroasted, with your thick shaft still buried deep in my ass, is overwhelming.
MuscleMarine
I order him to pull back a bit, pulling his cock out of your mouth. I lift your body up, tall, but still impaled on my cock. Grabbing you by the waist, I spin you on my length, upside down. Your legs now up in the air, I order him to feed you his, relatively large cock on a big guy like him. He inserts it, shutting you up. He starts fucking your face as I continue fucking you in the ass hard. I ask him to grab your legs and spread them wide open, exposing your cock. I grab it between your hot hard thighs and stroke it, and it doesnt take long to throb, hard and leaking.
Daddy_David
As you lift my body up, impaled on your thick shaft, I'm spun upside down. The massive bodybuilder's cock slides out of my mouth as I'm positioned, my legs now pointed towards the ceiling. He grabs my ankles and spreads them wide, exposing my own throbbing erection to the room. Your hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it firmly as you continue to pound into my ass with brutal force. The sensation of being filled in both holes is overwhelming, and I can feel the pleasure building rapidly in my core.The bodybuilder starts fucking my face again, his enormous cock stretching my jaw wide as he pumps in and out of my throat. Saliva drips down my chin as I gag and choke around his girth, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. Your hand works faster on my cock, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
MuscleMarine
You are gonna blow your load any minute now. Although I feel you trying to resist from exploding in front of the whole gym now gathered in this room, you cannot hold much longer. I smile at you and slap your cock a few times, sending waves of pleasure. "Release. Let go. Surrender. You are no more the alpha. Enjoy it. There is no turning back now." I pound harder and then, seeing your balls churn and pull up in your sack, I know you are done. I push inside you one last time and just wait to release my load at the same time as you...
Daddy_David
Your words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my resistance crumbling. The slap against my shaft is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my already overwhelmed senses. Your relentless pounding pushes me closer and closer to the edge, my balls tightening as they prepare to unleash their contents. As you slam into me one final time, burying yourself to the hilt, I feel the dam burst. My prostate erupts in a intense orgasm, my hole clamping down around your shaft as it pulses with release. At the same moment, I feel your own climax surge through you, your massive cock swelling and throbbing as it pumps a torrent of hot cum into my depths.The sensation is overwhelming, and I let out a weak moan as our bodies shudder together in mutual ecstasy. Your seed mixes with mine inside me, filling me to capacity and then overflowing, leaking out around your still-pulsing shaft. As the intense pleasure of our simultaneous orgasms washes over me, I feel my consciousness slipping away once more. The overwhelming sensations, combined with the exhaustion from our brutal encounter, prove to be too much for my battered body to handle. With a final shudder, I drift into unconsciousness, my hole still clenched tightly around your spent shaft as we both bask in the aftermath of our dominant and submissive roles.
MuscleMarine
The bodybuilder face fucking you cannot hold any longer, but he pulls out of your mouth and steps back as we remain locked together - me pumping my load deep into you and you convulsing and coating your abs with your useless juices. I feel your body go limp as it hangs only my my shaft lodged in you. I hold you up until you stop convulsing and black out before dropping you on the ring floor. I stand over you, placing a foot on your chest. I look around and the gym-goers are in shock. The huge massive bodybuilder standing a few steps from me, walks up to my side, and drops to his knees next to me, and his balls over your face. I see him look at me in awe and amazement. I smile at him. "Who is in charge around here?" I ask a simple question and he drops his head to me silently, acknowledging, nodding. I laugh, then bend down and lift your body off the floor and over my back. "I will enjoy your ass more." As I slap it, although you are unconscious... "But I have a friend you need to meet." As I step out of the ring, down the steps and out of the gym, you naked limp body bouncing on my shoulder...
Daddy_David
As you continue to pump your load deep into my convulsing hole, the massive bodybuilder steps back, his enormous shaft slick with my saliva. My own orgasm crashes over me, my useless juices coating my abs as I'm rocked by the intense pleasure. But it's short-lived, and soon I'm left limp and unconscious, hanging only by your shaft lodged inside me.You stand over me, placing a foot on my chest as you survey the shocked gym-goers. The huge bodybuilder kneels beside you, his balls hovering over my face in a display of dominance.When you ask who's in charge, he nods silently in acknowledgment of your power.With a laugh, you bend down and lift my unconscious form off the floor, draping me over your shoulder. Your hand comes down with a sharp slap on my ass, a promise of further enjoyment to come.
THE END
Published: 2025-10-01, viewed 178 times.
Pec Dom
2025-10-02 10:07Extremely hot. In the CF universe, the scenario plays great, deeply satisfying. Writing so good, especially when zeroing in on the muscle mounds of David's ass. Even while I frigged, I had an intruding awareness that, in rl, some fucked up Puritan would be rushing off to the front desk squawking. Sigh. Wish rl were CF. Thanks, guys. HOT.
Freaker
2025-10-01 16:38In the gym, there can only be one alpha, and MuscleMarine just proved that even an arrogant 'Daddy' can be dethroned! He showed that true dominance isn't about flexing in tiny shorts. Daddy_David learned the hard way that in the ring of life, there's always a bigger, badder Marine ready to school you on who's boss! Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
Max Freaker
Dream Breaker
2025-10-01 14:52The arrogant Daddy David didn´t clearly expect to get embarrased in "his own" gym where he used to be the DADDY, the boss when he met the "beard boy" MuscleMarine. Daddy David needed to swallow his pride (and something more) as MuscleMarine gave him the lesson of his life. Great role playing from both guys, very hot story!