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Starring
19:04 bare_knuckle: The back alleys are the fastest way home, which is saying something because this walk is still going to feel like a punishment. Losing every last pound at the casino will do that. No cash for a cab, no pride left to cushion it. Just me, my footsteps, and the occasional rat judging me from a bin bag. About an hour in, I hear something ahead. A low, slurred mumble drifting through the dark. As I move closer, a shape sprawled on the pavement comes into view. Could be a drunk, could be a corpse, could be both. Hard to tell in this miserable light. But the mumbling keeps bubbling up, so alive it is.
19:04 bare_knuckle: My brain does the maths. They are drunk. I am broke. And the universe owes me at least one break today. A sloppy wallet lift from a half-conscious stranger? Easy. And if they get ideas about heroism, well… I have put down bigger and sober. I step forward, letting my voice cut through the gloom. “Hey, buddy,” I say, tone casual but sharp enough to warn a smart man. “Hand over your wallet like a good boy, and your evening stays exactly as pathetic as it already is.”
19:40 Belly_Wobble: I had had a great evening. Drank several pubs dry. Pint after pint. But not drunk. After a long week working wrestling wanking and weightlifting I needed a night out. So here I was.
19:46 Belly_Wobble: After several kebabs I had started my long walk home choosing the back alleys where my size couldn’t be seen. Too often I had been attacked as men wanted to prove themselves. Too often had I watched them being taken away in ambulance afterwards. Needed a rest so decided to sit down for a while. Must have been more tired than I thought as I fell asleep.
19:49 Belly_Wobble: I don’t hear you approach but I am awakened by your voice. “Fuck off and leave me alone, little man” I crudely reply
19:56 bare_knuckle: The voice that answers me is far too clear for someone sprawled in filth. No slurring, no confusion. Just the smug, barbed little phrase I least wanted to hear. Little man. Of all the insults in the world, that one always finds the fuse. And tonight, after watching my money evaporate like smoke, that fuse is already soaked in petrol.
19:56 bare_knuckle: He’s curled tight in the shadows and the alley’s barely lit, so there’s no telling where his pockets are. No easy dip. If I want his wallet, he’ll need to stand up and hand it over. And a sensible person would walk away. A sensible person would decide that picking a fight with an unknown figure in a dark corner is how idiots become headlines. But I stopped being sensible the moment he said little.
19:57 bare_knuckle: I’ve spent my whole life proving that height is not a licence to walk over me. That every fool who thinks five foot nothing means an easy target has another thing coming. I did not spend years turning myself into a fighter so some alley-dwelling loudmouth could mock me for sport. Tonight, he’s coughing up that wallet. And if my knuckles get painted in the process, fine. After the day I’ve had, the idea is almost soothing. I square up, let the anger sharpen my voice. “Get up,” I snarl, “and give me your wallet before I break your legs so you stay right where you are.”
20:03 Belly_Wobble: Oh fuck I think here we go again. Looking up at you and realising you are a short lad. I decide to stand assuming you will work out that this mugging ain’t happening. Hauling myself off ground. Standing there in front of you. 6 ft 10 and 525 lb Powerlifter
20:04 Belly_Wobble: Flexing to make myself look even bigger. “ I just said fuck off little man “
20:15 bare_knuckle: For a second I genuinely think my eyes are malfunctioning. You start to move and it’s like watching some colossal machine unfold from the ground. You rise, and rise, and rise, until your chest levels out somewhere above my line of sight. And that chest… it isn’t just big. It’s broad. A slab of muscle so wide it looks like it was carved to block doorways. Any rational person would have backed away the moment you hit half your full height. But rationality clearly left me hours ago along with my money. Some part of me just refuses to abandon the track I’m on. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s stubbornness. Maybe it’s stupidity wearing a brave face. Whatever the reason, I charge forward and swing a hook meant for a normal man’s skull.
20:16 bare_knuckle: On you, it barely reaches your ribcage. My knuckles crash into the side of your torso, and the instant they make contact, I know I’ve messed up. Your body is not soft, not padded, not even human in its density. It’s like striking a reinforced concrete wall wearing nothing but optimism. A surge of pain detonates in my hand and wrist, sharp and electric, snapping through me like a live wire. The shock crawls up my arm and punches through my shoulder. I bite down hard to avoid crying out, but the grimace on my face probably says it all. And you’re just standing there. Watching me. Not even flinching.
20:22 bare_knuckle: 
20:23 Belly_Wobble: Despite fact you are nearly two feet shorter than me you decide to attack. Your tiny fist landing in my ribcage which is as high as you can get. I don’t even feel it as I just stand there. I see you holding your arm in shock as I step forwards and grab your arms and lift you up so we are eye to eye. Your feet two feet off ground. Growling I say “What part of fuck off don’t you understand” Lifting you higher and higher till you are above my head held like a weightlifting bar above my head
20:32 bare_knuckle: The pain in my hand drowns out everything for a heartbeat. Then the reality of your size hits me again, a cold punch straight to the gut. I am so transfixed by both that I barely register your arms moving until it’s already too late. One moment I’m on my feet. The next, the world tilts and I’m rising fast, hauled off the ground as if I weigh nothing more than a backpack. My legs kick at empty air while your hands clamp around me, fingers digging in with a pressure that is definitely deliberate. Not enough to injure, but enough to promise you could do far worse whenever you felt like it.
20:33 bare_knuckle: Your face looms in front of mine, a wall of fury and muscle. I can hear the anger in your breathing. I can hear the low, rumbling words you growl down at me. Every instinct screams that fighting free is impossible. Your grip isn’t a hold; it’s a verdict. But just because I can’t overpower you doesn’t mean I’m going quiet. I grit my teeth, look you dead in the eyes, and let my voice come out steady. Sharp. Full of swagger I absolutely should not have while dangling like a toy.
20:34 bare_knuckle: “Put me down,” I say, “hand over your wallet, and you walk out of this alley in one piece. Annoy me, and you’ll be visiting a hospital instead.” It’s a ridiculous threat, nakedly hollow given the situation. I’m five feet tall on a good day, and right now I’m suspended like a misbehaving puppy. But confidence can be a weapon, and I wield it like I invented it. For a split second, I almost believe it myself.
20:38 Belly_Wobble: As I was lifting you higher I was chuckling at your words
20:38 bare_knuckle: 
20:43 Belly_Wobble: Once you are held over my head I decide I will keep you aloft for a while. Raising you up and down by bending my arms as if I am in gym exercising. I hold you like this over my head for ten minutes knowing you can’t do anything.
20:45 Belly_Wobble: “So say that again” I taunt you. “You said something about me putting you down. But I couldn’t hear you properly as your voice like your body is small and weak”
23:10 bare_knuckle: Time stretches into something slow and humiliating as you start lifting me. Not once. Not twice. Repping me like a living dumbbell. Up I go, then down, then up again. The alley spins each time you lift me above your head. You do it with the easy rhythm of a man warming up, not even close to tired. My fists hammer at your forearms, each strike landing on slabs of muscle so dense they may as well be armour. Every smack sends a fresh jolt through my already battered hand, but I swing anyway, desperate to loosen your hold. Nothing works. Your grip doesn’t even twitch. You just keep curling me, like I’m weight you barely bothered to count.
23:10 bare_knuckle: And the worst part? I can see it. Your arms swelling, veins pressing up, biceps thickening as you get a pump from using me as a workout. The casual power of it is maddening. “Put me the fuck down!” I roar, voice shaking with fury. You don’t even acknowledge it. The alley might as well have swallowed my shout whole. Eventually my punches slow, my shoulders burn, and my arms give up the fight. I hang there, breath ragged, forced to be your plaything for the moment.
23:11 bare_knuckle: But then you growl something down at me. Not just calling me small this time. Weak. That single word hits harder than your grip ever could. The rage snaps back through me like a whip. My body surges with the only resistance I have left. My legs kick, my arms fling wildly, every limb lashing out in pure defiance. I’m still suspended, still trapped in your hands, but I am not done. Not even close. This isn’t over. Not for me.
23:20 Belly_Wobble: Continuing to press you overhead as i feel you struggle and kick. Luckily you are almost out of reach as my arms are so long but as i bend my arms to press you up again your foot slams into my face almost hitting my nose. Slight pain but enough to make me angry.
23:22 Belly_Wobble: Lifting you high. "I will put you down you little shit"
23:25 Belly_Wobble: Throwing you from nearly 9 feet in the air towards a large open recycling and rubbish bin. "Getting rid of the garbage" i yell
23:30 Belly_Wobble: Standing watching hands on hips as you crash into the bin which is almost as tall as you. As you disappear inside the half empty bin
23:37 bare_knuckle: I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for a bone-shattering impact… but fate throws me a pity scrap. Instead of concrete, my body crashes into a mountain of cardboard, soggy paper, and half-mutilated plastic. Recycling day has saved my life. Does it reek? Absolutely. Am I now marinated in some unholy sticky broth that probably used to be a smoothie? Also yes. But I’m alive, conscious, and in one piece, which is frankly more than I had any right to expect.
23:38 bare_knuckle: I drag myself out of the trash like a demon crawling out of its pit, covered head to toe in foulness. Fury boils up my throat before I even manage to stand. “You fucking crazy bastard!” I snarl, ripping off my shirt before whatever mystery goo on it fuses to my skin. The night air hits me, cold and sharp, and every muscle snaps tight in response. My nipples harden, my torso tenses, and the shredded lines of my body cut sharp under the filthy alley light. Tiny, yes, but carved like I was sculpted out of spite.
23:39 bare_knuckle: “You’ll pay for this,” I growl, staring down at the ruined shirt in my hand. The wallet doesn’t matter anymore. Money doesn’t matter. Pride is the only currency in this alley, and you just bounced me like a toy. Any normal bloke would run. Any rational man would escape while the giant wasn’t actively crushing him. But I’ve never been either of those things.
23:40 bare_knuckle: I explode forward, sprinting with everything I have, the gravel spitting under my feet. I launch myself like a missile, slamming my entire weight into your leg. Not aiming to bruise. Not aiming to annoy. Aiming to move you. To destabilise you. To make the behemoth feel something other than boredom. This is no longer a mugging. It’s a declaration.
23:48 bare_knuckle: 
23:49 Belly_Wobble: I could have thrown you down to the hard alley floor but i am fed up of destroying little upstart guys so i thought i would be lenient. As you clamber out of the bin reeking of who knows what i assume you will scurry away like a sewer rat back to your hole.
00:00 Belly_Wobble: Instead you seem invigorated as well as insulted as you get bare chested showing off a small yet decent physique. Charging at me to slam all your weight in to my leg. It is a strong impact but you telegraphed that move so obviously i had ample time to plant my huge feet firmly on ground and brace for impact. I dont move. One hand on your skull other on your throat as i lift you up again. Squeezing your throat. Face to face as i explain i had been nice to you so far but now no more mr nice guy
09:09 bare_knuckle: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My entire body hits your leg like a battering ram, and you don’t even sway. No stagger. No recoil. Not even the faintest twitch to pretend you noticed. The only sound is the grunt that bursts out of me as I keep pushing, muscles shaking, teeth clenched. It’s like trying to topple a building with enthusiasm alone. Before I can regroup, your counter comes fast and frighteningly controlled. Your hand snaps around my neck, huge and heavy, fingers nearly touching behind me. I feel the air squeeze out of my throat as you lift, not hurling me, not shaking me, just raising me, effortlessly, like you’re adjusting the height of a lamp.
09:09 bare_knuckle: My feet leave the ground, and my breath thins to a rasp. My brain fractures into two warring voices. One screams to submit. Beg. Wave the white flag. The other demands I destroy you, prove that small doesn’t mean helpless, show you that I’m still a threat even dangling from your hand. For one razor-thin second, the fighter wins.
09:11 bare_knuckle: I drag whatever spit I can muster through the tightening grip on my windpipe and fire it straight into your face. The moment it lands, hot and defiant, I lock eyes with you. “You’re a dead man!” I snarl, voice strained but burning. It is the least sensible sentence I have ever said. But damn if it doesn’t feel right.
09:25 bare_knuckle: 
09:43 Belly_Wobble: Held in front of me I watch as you struggle to breathe. Finally extinguishing your fire……. But then you spit in my face. As it dribbles down my cheek I return the favour. Spitting back into your face. My spit covering your face. Bringing you closer for a moment I used my thick skull to my advantage head butting you once then twice hoping to draw blood. Then I just hold you in my outstretched arm far enough away so you can’t spit at me again. “So little man what’s your next move”
09:44 Belly_Wobble: Slowly tightening the squeeze on your throat
09:46 Belly_Wobble: Dominating the smaller muscle man is turning me on. My huge 15 inch cock almost bursting my jeans. With my free hand I unzip your jeans fondling your balls
09:55 bare_knuckle: I should have expected the retaliation. Being spat on is disgusting, and your reaction is instant. Your forehead slams into mine with a force that detonates inside my skull. White flashes burst across my vision. The world tips sideways. My ears ring like someone struck a church bell inside my head. I can’t tell which direction is up, and for a moment even my own name feels slippery. Before I can recover, the second headbutt crashes down. Harder. Sharper. My nose erupts with pain, and a hot stream spills down over my lips. Blood pools in my mouth and slides down my throat. Your hand is still clamped on my neck and the combination of suffocation and choking makes panic claw at my chest. Everything is noise. Light. Pain.
10:05 bare_knuckle: Then, through the haze, I feel movement, not on my clothes, but on me. Your free hand grips my jeans and rips them open at the front. A violent adjustment. A raw display of power. You’re undressing me with ease using your other hand. And that hand isn't done yet. It forces my legs wider and wraps around my cock and balls like a hot, powerful prison cell slowly closing around my genitals. This fight just took an alarming different direction.
10:12 bare_knuckle: 
10:28 Belly_Wobble: My huge hand engulfing your tiny cock and balls. “Even down there you are tiny” I taunt. I release my grip then flex my free arm to show off my huge biceps. “Flex for me little man” I command as I hold you aloft still face to face.
10:32 Belly_Wobble: Not waiting for a reply I rip my vest off so we are both shirtless. “Look at how big my chest my abs are compared to you.” Bringing you closer I make out I am going to headbutt you again. However this time I kiss you long and deep. “You are mine to do whatever I want with”.
10:51 bare_knuckle: refuse to flex. I know exactly what game you’re playing, dragging my arm up and lining it against the mountainous curve of your bicep. It’s meant to humiliate me. Remind me of the obvious. Remind you of the obvious. And yes, your biceps are bigger than my waist. There’s no point pretending otherwise. You tear off your vest with a single violent motion, fabric snapping like it’s terrified of you. Every inch of you bulges, swells, strains with power. It’s not just size. It’s mass. Presence. The kind of physique that makes the air feel smaller around it. If your blows were designed to break my body, this display is aimed straight at my mind.
10:52 bare_knuckle: It works. My ego buckles harder than my bones did. Before I can reset, you yank me close; not for a kiss, not for anything intimate, but a raw, suffocating crush of faces, your forehead driving into mine, your breath ripping the remaining air from my lungs. It’s a dominance move, not affection. A primal, animal assertion of control that leaves my skull ringing and my vision flashing. Your tongue invades my mouth and explores it, gauging it's size, seeing if something much bigger might fit.
10:54 bare_knuckle: Just as the edges of consciousness start to fade, you jerk my head away and lean in close, your voice dropping into something low and final. Not a whisper. Not a threat. A verdict. A declaration that from this moment, in this alley, in this fight, you own the outcome. You own the pace. You own the space I stand in. A shudder goes through me; not pleasure, not submission, but the visceral shock of hearing someone state your insignificance with such absolute certainty. My body reacts before my brain can catch up. A tremor, sharp and uncontrollable. This isn’t over. But the balance of power just shifted like a landslide.
10:56 bare_knuckle: 
11:19 Belly_Wobble: I grab the waistband of your jeans and pull feeling the fabric rip. Slowly pulling so you have time to realise what’s happening. Your jeans ripped off your body dangling around your feet. Then I loosen my belt with one hand undoing my own jeans and letting them drop so they are held up by my thighs. Leaving both of us in our underwear. “So little man you are little all over I see, whereas I am huge all over”. With that I pull you in close wrapping other arm around you and releasing your throat so that arm can wrap around your chest in a bearhug
11:21 Belly_Wobble: “So little man we both know I could squeeze you till your ribs shatter.” I start to squeeze. “Start begging tiny one”. In truth I wasn’t going to break your ribs well not on purpose anyway as plan was to ko you by preventing you inhaling. Like an anaconda constricting its prey. I just wanted to hear you beg wasting valuable breath
11:55 bare_knuckle: Your tone changes. The mocking amusement is gone. Now it’s cold, focused, predatory in a way that sends a jolt down my spine. Whatever game you thought we were playing is over. You’ve decided this is a display of dominance, not a scuffle, and you make that brutally clear. In a blur of movement, you rip away what’s left of my jeans and remove your own just as easily. Not about intimacy. Not about exposure. Just stripping away barriers. Reducing this to raw flesh, raw strength, raw power. A statement that this is now a fight stripped down to the core.
11:57 bare_knuckle: Your grip tightens at my throat again and my arms and legs start to slacken, oxygen thinning out. My vision pulses. Darkness spiderwebs at the edges. Then, suddenly, you loosen your hold; not mercy, just precision. You don’t want me unconscious. You want me aware. Before I can even take a proper breath, your arms reposition. My neck is freed… only for your colossal limb to slam around my torso, pinning my arms tight to my sides. I’m trapped in a crushing body lock, ribs grinding against muscle as dense as iron.
11:58 bare_knuckle: You tell me to beg. I could. It would be easy. Hell, it would be smart. But I’ve never bowed to anyone, and I’m not starting with a monster who thinks he can fold me like laundry. Even with my ribs creaking, I force every fibre of my body to expand just enough to cough out the words. “Fuck you!”
11:58 bare_knuckle: The defiance comes out ragged but sharp, every syllable a strike of willpower against the impossible strength holding me captive. My whole body shakes as I try to break free, muscles straining until they burn, but your hold doesn’t budge. Your arms are too long, too thick, too powerful. I can feel your chest behind me, solid and immovable, like I’m fighting a wall designed to fight back.
12:03 bare_knuckle: Your answer to my refusal? Pressure. Brutal, suffocating pressure. Your arms constrict, tighter and tighter, ribs squeezed until they creak ominously. Air is squeezed out of me in a desperate gasp. Pain lances across my torso, sharp and blinding. My spine arches involuntarily as the crush closes in.
12:04 bare_knuckle: You are not just overpowering me. You are demonstrating the gulf between us physically, psychologically, completely. And it’s working.
13:31 bare_knuckle: 
14:49 Belly_Wobble: Part embrace part cuddle part squeeze as we are chest to chest. My cock growing as I feel your muscles against me.
14:51 Belly_Wobble: “Fuck me ?” I reply laughing. “With that pathetic little thing ?!” One hand on your arse as I rip off your undies to reveal your tiny member. My big hole wouldn’t even notch that inside me - like a worm in a railway tunnel”. Squeezing harder.
14:56 Belly_Wobble: “Now I have a better plan - I fuck you with this”. Holding you in one arm I pull down my undies to reveal my erect 15 inch cock. Reapplying the bearhug to ko you but not crush you so i can position you while you are asleep. Watching you gasp for air as you try to expand chest but you can’t. My huge cock twitching in anticipation
15:06 bare_knuckle: I can feel myself fading. Your arm coils tighter around my torso and every squeeze drains something vital out of me. My ribs are threatening to fold, my breath wheezes thin, and my limbs feel like sandbags tied to a dying battery. And then you escalate. You bunch the fabric of my underwear in your fist and tear it apart with a single violent jerk. Not to expose me. Not to shame me. But because you want zero restrictions between your grip and my body. You want to crush muscle, bone, and willpower directly, with nothing in the way. The shredded cloth flutters to the ground like the last piece of dignity I had time to care about.
15:08 bare_knuckle: You mock me as you do it. You go for the one thing you know hits deepest. My size? My strength? My cock! My small cock as you call it. My soft, small cock trapped between our bodies. The humiliation burns hotter than the oxygen loss. And to make it even worse, I can feel something inhumanly huge pressing against my legs as they dangle. I know exactly what it is and it fills me with dread.
15:09 bare_knuckle: I know I only have one card left to play. One last scrap of fight before consciousness slips and you squeeze the rest out of me. I tilt my head back, fighting the spinning world behind my eyelids. Everything aches. Everything screams. Then I slam my forehead forward with everything I have left. The impact is sickening, sharp, and explosive. I feel your nose collapse under the blow. I feel cartilage give way. Warmth splashes. My skull rings like a gong but I stay awake, barely, fuelled by pure, furious survival. It had to hurt you. It must have.
15:10 bare_knuckle: Your grip… shifts. For the first time since this started, I feel something give. A momentary slackening. A faltering in that unbreakable hold. It isn’t much, but compared to the unmovable monster crushing me moments ago, it feels like a door cracking open. Is your grip loosening?
15:21 Belly_Wobble: Confident I continue to squeeze. Not really taking much notice of what you are doing. Then BANG as you headbutt my nose. My one weak spot as it has been broken several times in past. It breaks again with a sickening crack blood flowing
15:24 Belly_Wobble: That fucking hurt ! I reduce my hug as I seek to blot out the pain. Any thought of taking it easy on you as gone
15:28 Belly_Wobble: Blood flowing as I try to wipe it away with one hand. My other arm not holding you as tightly so you can breathe. Slackening hold a bit more I realise too late that you have fallen from my grasp on to the ground
15:28 Belly_Wobble: Wiping blood from my face as I growl menacingly
15:32 bare_knuckle: Your grip slackens just enough for me to wrench myself free. I drop like dead weight, hitting the ground hard. My legs nearly fold under me, trembling from oxygen deprivation and the beating you’ve given me. The world tilts. My lungs burn. My ribs scream. Fight or flight? There’s no real question. I’m too angry to run.
15:33 bare_knuckle: I launch myself forward with what strength I’ve got left and drive a fist deep into your thigh. It’s like punching a tree trunk wrapped in steel cables, but pain ripples through your muscle. I follow with another strike to the opposite thigh, digging knuckles into the vulnerable inner flesh, the spot even monsters like you can’t fully harden. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. If I want to survive, I have to make you feel something that even your colossal frame can’t shrug off.
15:37 bare_knuckle: I draw back my fist, teeth clenched, vision swimming, and I slam it straight up into your cock. A brutal, dirty, street-fight shot. No finesse. No hesitation. No rules. Just a raw survival strike unleashed with everything I have left. The impact shudders through my arm, sharp and violent. Your body reacts, maybe involuntarily, maybe with shock, but it’s the first time I’ve landed a blow that even a powerhouse like you can’t ignore. For the first time tonight… I might have actually hurt you. But then your cock is still hard. And in this brief moment between strikes, I realise how truly huge it is. I look down at my soft 3" cock and then at your baseball bat of a cock. Never have I felt so small. And as your cock twitches, still hard, never have I felt so terrified.
15:39 Belly_Wobble: Fists into my thighs - yes they hurt but your little fists and puny weight can’t deliver much of an impact. Not reacting but you claw too as I grit my teeth.
15:45 Belly_Wobble: Your follow up attack looks good on paper but I am into CBT especially receiving. You fist slamming onto my massive balls wirh a force that might have most men on their knees in agony. I am not most men and the shudder you see as you land the blow is one of pleasure as the cock hardens even more. “Thank you little man” I taunt “Next time even harder but speaking of hard we need to sort yours out. Bending and grabbing you to lift you up again hunched and higher so your minuscule member is by my face. My tongue caressing your foreskin and slit.
17:09 bare_knuckle: The twitch is pleasure, not anger or pain! What have I done? Your hands clamp onto me before I can even back away. One second my feet are on the ground, the next I’m yanked upward with the kind of explosive force that nearly tears the breath from my lungs. You lift me higher than before, as if determined to prove that my earlier escape was nothing more than charity on your part. My stomach churns as the alley drops away beneath me. Your grip is iron. Your strength feels endless.
17:11 bare_knuckle: Then you drag me closer, to kiss, not to show affection, nothing like that. You press your forehead, hard and deliberate, against my abdomen. A brutal gesture, a dominance display, a warning delivered through raw physical pressure. Your breath hits my skin, hot and furious, as if you’re marking the exact point you plan to fold me in half. It’s sensual. It’s predatory. A reminder that you can reach any part of me, lift any part of me, control any part of me at will.
17:16 bare_knuckle: As your mouth opens, my fists smash on the top of your head, desperate to stop whatever you're about to do. Maybe you feel than pain. Maybe you don't. Either way you continue undeterred, taking my cock and balls into your mouth. The power and dexterity of your tongue expertly toys with my cock. It's pleasurable even though I don't want it to be. My fists slam harder onto the top of your head, possibly hurting me more than it's hurting you.
17:28 bare_knuckle: 
17:33 bare_knuckle: 
17:45 Belly_Wobble: I open my mouth a bit (no need to open wide) to take in your cock and balls. Tongue all over them. Holding you one handed as i caress my own balls. My cock growing ever bigger as i pleasure myself. I reckon you are about 5 ft tall - 60 inches - so my cock is a quarter of your height when fully hard. With half your height being legs and head that meant my cock is half your torso in length. Unsure whether you will survive the fucking you are going to get.
17:48 Belly_Wobble: I am not a killer so i dont intend to fuck you to death so i will fuck enough to pleasure me but make sure you are alive (just) when i finish
17:54 bare_knuckle: My feet hammer against your abs, desperate kicks slamming into the thick slabs of muscle. My fists crash into the side of your head, knuckles splitting on bone and power. It’s like striking a statue. A living fortress. You don’t flinch. You don’t reel. You barely even acknowledge the hits. Am I hurting you? Or am I just a gnat throwing a tantrum against a thunderstorm? You don’t answer, not with words, but with the awful truth in your expression. Not pleasure. Not lust. But something just as terrifying. Enjoyment of domination. A raw, feral thrill at the fight. A vicious delight in proving how powerless I am against you.
17:56 bare_knuckle: Your hand tightens around my abdomen, crushing inwards. Pain explodes through my torso as your fingers sink deep, compressing muscle and forcing my breath out in a strangled gasp. Every squeeze makes black dots burst across my vision. It feels like you’re trying to fold my body around your hand. You aren’t unaware of the pain you’re causing. You’re drinking in the control. The helplessness. The knowledge that no matter how wildly I thrash or how many punches I throw… you can erase the effort with a single clench of your hand. I’m fighting you with everything I’ve got, and you’re treating me like a warm-up exercise. And the worst part? I don't think you've even started trying. All I can do is throw more verbal abuse at you. "What's your problem, you giant gay freak?!"
18:05 Belly_Wobble: Mouth full of little man's teeny genitalia means i cant reply. Problem ? Many of them. But mainly i dont like being treated like shit or seeing others do that. This is payback for all those guys you had robbed or attacked
18:10 Belly_Wobble: Your blows arent having any effect as adrenaline surges through me. I am ready, cock is fully hard. I release you from my mouth. Turning you around so your back is against my chest. "Last chance tiny cock man, say you surrender and i will spare you from my spearing"
18:21 bare_knuckle: As you pull me away from your mouth, my now hard 5" uc cock springs up as if to salute your tongue for its hard work. I'm too busy trying to have unsexy thoughts to realise you're manhandling me into a different position. A more dangerous position. The words 'tiny cock man' snap me out of my train of thought and bring me crashing back to the situation. I hear your threat to spear me and misunderstand your meaning. I instantly recall watching Goldberg spear his way through WWE opponents and think you're threatening to wrestle me!
18:23 bare_knuckle: "I don't fucking surrender to muscle Mary's like you" I scream with a mix of rage and fear.
18:24 bare_knuckle: "Put me down and try to spear me, you giant freak" I continue, trying to goad you into releasing me
18:32 Belly_Wobble: That is second time you have called me a giant freak and you dont know how that turned me on ! I agree to lower you assuming oyu will think i am putting you down but i lower you so your arse is just above my cock. One hand over your mouth to muffle your screams. Then i lower you onto my cock so the first three inches go inside you. Getting you used to that then a gentle thrust to start with
18:33 Belly_Wobble: making you think this is as violent as i will get but ............
18:40 bare_knuckle: You lower me slowly, with unknown intent, but I smile, feeling confident you fell for my taunt. But something changes all of that. Something hot and hard pressing against my arse cheeks. I know exactly what it is, what you're going to do. I open my mouth to scream for help but as I take a deep breath, your huge paw covers my face, blocking my mouth, smothering my scream. No one is coming to help me. Even if they did, who could stop you?
18:42 bare_knuckle: Your hand continues to muffle my screams as you push me further and further down onto your monstrous cock. My arse muscles tear as you relentlessly force your way in. It feels like my insides are completely full. Too full. Painfully full. My legs and arms flail aimlessly as the shocking pain dominates my entire being
14:02 Belly_Wobble: Slowly but steadily I force more of my massive truncheon inside you. Your hole splitting with the cucumber like cock inside it. Starting to thrust wondering cheekily if I push if all my way whether I might even come of your mouth. You are still struggling but I have you in a vice like grip
15:00 bare_knuckle: Your hand grips my face tighter, significantly restricting my breathing and preventing me from screaming. Your hand around my waist grips tighter too, overwhelming my abs. But none of that matches up to the pain of your cock being forced deeper and deeper inside me. An indescribable feeling of organs being displaced. An ungodly invasion of my body, disregarding any concerns for the damage being caused. And it's endless! I think I can't take any more yet still you drive another inch then another into me. You're wearing my body like a cock sleeve. My muscles spasm uncontrollably, sending my arms and legs flailing in all directions in uncontrollable bursts.
15:01 bare_knuckle: 
11:02 Belly_Wobble: You may not think it but I am being gentle. If I fucked you at full power you would be literally split in two. Only man I can do that to is Big Bill. A man almost as big as me and almost as well endowed. By coincidence we met in this alley when I fell asleep here after gallons of beer one night. He was in charge of emptying bins and found me on his round. He is waiting for me back at mine as it’s his day off. Thinking of him fucking me later I start to pump you harder then realise I shouldn't as I don’t want to turn you into a corpse.
11:03 Belly_Wobble: Luckily for you our earlier fun has me so turned on that it won’t take me long to climax. I have twelve inches inside you now easily enough to rearrange your teeny insides.
11:05 Belly_Wobble: Sweating and pumping. Breathing changing
11:10 Belly_Wobble: Thinking of Big Bill
11:13 bare_knuckle: Despite the pain and humiliation, my cock stays a hard 5", bouncing around as you slide my entire body up and down your weapon of a cock. It feels like it's working its way through my entire torso, and I don't even know there's still another 3" yet to go in me. I flail even harder with panic. Your hand smothering my face has tighten further, preventing me from breathing. At any moment you could suffocate me to death or fuck me to death. Just a few minutes ago I was worried about the money I had lost. Now I'm worried for my life!
11:21 Belly_Wobble: As I fuck I think of an exit strategy. I can’t let you go as you might report me to authorities. Me and Big Bill had relied about having a much smaller muscle guy as our fuck toy and he was a great opportunity. The last three inches I will keep back for another time I decide. After me and Bill have opened you up so your hole is like a huge tunnel. Then you can experience that full fifteen inches and we can enjoy hearing you scream. All of these thoughts turn me on so much that I am pumping harder, and smothering you harder with my huge hand. For a couple of thrusts I go balls deep not realising as I feel you convulsing. But I am convulsing too as my balls churn out seed.
11:23 Belly_Wobble: A gigantic cum roar loud enough to be heard a mile away as I erupt gallons of cum inside you. Filling your small body and gushing out your wrecked hole
11:35 bare_knuckle: I can feel myself slowly falling into unconsciousness, but your cock has other ideas. Pain erupts deep in my body as you ram the remaining 3" into me, forcing me to stay conscious for a few moments longer. And then a roar. A roar so loud it reverberates throughout my entire body, stimulating my nerve endings, and unexpectedly stimulating my cock. I instantly shoot a stream of hot cum just a second before you shoot your massive load deep inside me. My gut extends painfully huge as your load pumps into me. My skin stretched to the max.
11:42 bare_knuckle: 
11:49 Belly_Wobble: Irony is that I was smothering you to muffle any sound you might make then I roar a hundred times louder than any sound your little lung capacity could manage. Lights going on in bedrooms in the flats adjoining the alley. And across the city. We need to leave. I get both hands over your face to ko you from lack of air as I pull out of you as cum and blood still seep out of your hole. I see your belly is distended with all the cum inside it. Gathering your ripped clothes and belongings including empty wallet and keys. Getting my ripped vest as I pull up my jeans. Stuffing your undies into your mouth to keep you quiet. Picking you up and carrying you over my shoulder
11:58 bare_knuckle: With both hands now around my skull, my head is completely smothered and I quickly fade into unconsciousness. I'm blissfully unaware of the blood and cum flowing from my body as you tear me from your giant cock. My limp body thrown over your shoulder and taken away. Possibly never to be seen again....!
12:03 Belly_Wobble: Striding swiftly through the streets I reach my place. Greeted to a sound like a bull elephant trumpeting indicates Big Bill is snoring. I chain his present (you) to a chair then slap your face to wake you. Once you stir I tell you that you are now my property and we will do with you as we want
12:07 Belly_Wobble: Finally with a grin I get your wallet. I place fifty pounds of my money in it. “If you had just asked me for some money when you saw me I would given you some as I help guys in need.”
12:07 Belly_Wobble: End ?
12:07 bare_knuckle: The end!
Published: 2025-12-05, viewed 122 times.
leanaussiemuscle
2025-12-14 10:26I love this!!!
Apollo Dante
2025-12-08 21:53Good to see bare knuckle back in action ..it’s been more than 5 months since we last saw him. But he decided to take on Belly Wobble on his return say that with my heart in my mouth ….he is only 140lbs compared to his opponents 420lbs! But it was a very creative storyline that made this such a great read! A chance encounter in an alleyway ..Belly Wobble showed no mercy or remorse here once they met up….Mugger to Mauled was a very apt headliner for what happened here…,thanks for sharing this with us!
Dream Breaker
2025-12-07 19:51GREAT just GREAT! Enjoyed your story from the first line until the last one... “If you had just asked me for some money when you saw me I would given you some as I help guys in need.”--- Hahaha.. thank you for sharing your story!
Freaker
2025-12-06 09:04"Well, that escalated quickly from 'I need a few bucks for a cab' to 'I need a few bucks and a new therapist.' Talk about a night out gone wrong! Next time, bare_knuckle might want to stick to the slot machines—at least they don't have a 15-inch attitude. Thank for sharing in the HIGH TABLE
Max Freaker and the Board