THE HIGH TABLE

Bikerbull

I walked into that gym with the naivety of a rookie, I just wanted to trade the chassis of my skinny biker body for something more solid, harder. I wanted something more, something ambitious, and I was sure that temple could give it to me. A guy in the distance became my complete ambition; he was huge, he looked powerful and strong to an extreme level. "Come on, Marine!" they yelled at him as he lifted a brutal number of plates on the bench press.

MuscleMarine

I am the best around... and everyone knows it. They cheer me on any chance they get. But was it for me or what I can do? To be honest, I am growing weary and tired of them and their brown-nosing and I am in need of a challenge, a real task or mission to take on. That is when I see him walking in from far - this hot scrawny specimen of a guy. He would be great, a great challenge to turn him into a real man. That is what I do in general as a trainer, I live to take the most hopeless case and transform him, build him up... would a work of art, a masterpiece.

The last guy I tried to work into becoming great quit on me. They never last during my training sessions... they end up breaking, crashing and quitting. There are no more men willing to go the distance and fight for greatness.

Bikerbull

I didn't hear the crowd cheering for "Marine" anymore; I only saw the man himself. He was the gravity of the room, pulling all my focus. When he looked at me, it wasn't a casual glance—it was an assessment, a challenge, a claim, and I felt it deep in my chest. He could break me, sure, but I wouldn't be like the others. I wouldn't quit. I'd give him everything he wanted, every ounce of sweat and pain, just to see what kind of monster he could make of me.

MuscleMarine

Then I saw him, from across the room as he entered - handsome, rugged, nice defined muscles... more than the other men I have trained in the past. This guy looks like he had potential. I smiled at him, first a slight crack in my lips, then a wide grin as he kept on walking closer. I spotted him through the crowd of gawkers and pre-cum leakers around me with their eyes glued on my body as I curled the weights. I finally nodded at him slightly to come over...

Bikerbull

That nod was an absolute command, cutting through the noise of the gym like a gunshot.. I was dressed for attention, honestly. I wore a pair of faded, low-slung grey sweatpants that clung just right to the muscle I did have, riding low enough on my hips to show the faint line of my V-cut. Up top, I had an old, sleeveless cutoff t-shirt—the kind that was barely cloth—with the sides ripped higher, letting everyone see the sweat-sheen on my ribs and traps.

I stopped about two feet from him, close enough to smell the metallic sweat and expensive cologne that radiated off his colossal body.

MuscleMarine

I look around me at the smaller gooning jocks and dismiss them. They obey like little bitches as I step out of the crowd and towards you. "So. You want to train with me." I ask although you haven't said anything. But it is like I am reading your mind. "You think you can handle what I dish out? You want to grow bigger, stronger...?" As I get closer, I reach out and grab your arm hanging at your side. "Flex..." I order as I grab it tight.

Although I am not as big as your eyes see me, I am in top shape. I am the same height as you, if not a tad shorter. But I guess it is my aura that gives me the impression of being a giant. My defined muscles give me an imposing presence. And I know an envious look when I see one, of a man who would do anything to become like me. I like that. "You want to become the best?"

Bikerbull

Even though he might have been slightly shorter than I first thought, his energy was enormous, filling the space between us until I could barely breathe, proving his aura was a weapon. The envious look he sensed in my eyes was genuine; I wanted his power, his size, the sheer confidence that radiated off him. "Yes," I ground out, not breaking eye contact, my voice tight with strain and eagerness. "I want to become the best." I kept my muscle rigid, refusing to flinch or show weakness under his demanding inspection.

MuscleMarine

I feel you step into my personal circle and zone as you tell me what you want and that makes me smile. Getting too close to me, I cock my head a bit, chuckle and snap grab you by the bulge. "You ready to do anything? It will be hard. It will be brutal. But I can make you the best... if you are disciplined..." I squeeze tighter and massage your balls. "But you try anything stupid and I will snap you." I look deep into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

Bikerbull

The gasp was unavoidable, a raw, strangled sound that died in my throat the second his calloused hand closed around my balls. My breath hitched, but I forced my gaze to remain locked on his, refusing to look away or show weakness. "Anything," I whispered, the single word thick and laced with absolute surrender. "I understand. I’ll be disciplined. I won't snap."

MuscleMarine

I smile, releasing your bulge. I turn around, set the plates on the bar I was on, and point at it. "Training starts now..." As I watch you sit and lay back on the bench, seeing you eager yet scared at the same time.

And thus starts a journey in turning you into one of the most muscular yet lean fighters around. You grow, building not just muscle, but strength and power too. Month after month, you become better, a true work of art. And I cannot help but feel something down in me for you... a slight tingle in my pants. Something is different than with other guys I have trained.

Bikerbull

The gym no longer feels like a place I visit; it is the only place I exist. It’s been six months of hell, and I’m unrecognizable. My biker aesthetic is still there, but now it’s draped over a frame of sculpted, brutal muscle—a true fighting machine. When I catch my reflection, I see a dark mirror image of Marine: my shoulders are wider, my chest is hard and defined, and my stomach is cut deep with veins that pop when I flex. I’m lean, powerful, and utterly devoid of the soft vulnerability I started with.

Bikerbull

My training is relentless. I don’t just lift; I dominate the weights with a violent intensity that Marine drilled into me. He turned me into a weapon, and the feeling of that cold, disciplined power is intoxicating. The old fear is gone, replaced by a reckless, aggressive hunger. I walk and fight with the same imposing arrogance Marine possesses. I am his perfect protégé, built to his specifications—stronger, sexier, and just as ruthless.

MuscleMarine

I have pushed your limits in the past six months, transforming you. Smiling at every progress you are showing. You have evolved physically, mentally and along with it, you where able to hone your fighting skills and ultimately your sexual endurance, prowess and ability. And by that last bit, I mean you have become unstoppable and it is felt through your aura.

That energy you emit when walking around - the chicks shake quiver and drop convulsing in a puddle of their own juices, while the men try to hide their excitement and admiration although some cannot contain it and end up with that dark stain in their gears. And all this only adds to your cockiness and arrogant attitude around the gym-goers and soon, I start to feel it too. You start getting sometimes mouthy and just staring at you to put you in your place is not enough anymore.

Bikerbull

I can feel the power churning off me now, a raw, magnetic force that makes people stare, quiver, or look away in fear. I’ve become exactly the beast you wanted. I am arrogant now, untouchable, and my muscles scream dominance.

You built this machine, this arrogance, and now realizing the creation needs to be reigned in. I need you to put me in my place; I want you to. "So, what are you going to do about it, Marine?" I think, challenging silently with the hardness in my eyes, waiting for the inevitable escalation.

You built this machine, this arrogance, and now realizing the creation needs to be reigned in. I need you to TRY to put me in my place; I want you to. "So, what are you going to do about it, Marine?" I think, challenging silently with the hardness in my eyes, waiting for the inevitable escalation.

MuscleMarine

I am in the middle of a workout, punching the hanging bag when I see you walking up to me with that strange look in your eyes, defiant, provocative. Trying to understand what is going on, I see you strut cockily towards me until you are a foot away. I raise an eyebrow, wondering why and what you are doing here now since you are supposed to be home, resting, recovering from the workout you had yesterday, and for the fight you are about to have in two days. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Bikerbull

"I’m here to train, Marine," I declared, my voice low and thick with newly found arrogance, dismissing his pre-fight schedule. I let my eyes rake over his body, a blatant challenge. "But I don't need the bag.You made me the best, but I think you forgot to check if I’m better than you are."

MuscleMarine

I stop attacking the bag and grab it as it thuds in my hands. I grip it tight and you can tell I am angry from your words. "What was that? Are you challenging me? Is this really what you want? Your way for paying me or thanking me for everything I have done?" My fingers dig deeper into the punching bags thick material. I let go suddenly, pull back my arm and aim a hard punch to the bag. There is a loud pop and you see the bag snap from down, making it leak a thin line of sand...

Bikerbull

I took another slow, deliberate step closer, closing the distance he had tried to enforce. My eyes didn't stray from the broken bag, a silent acknowledgement of his warning. "It's the only way to repay you, Marine. You trained me to fight for dominance, and now I’m fighting for yours". You keep talking about what you 'created,' but all I see is a man past his prime clinging to a title that I’m now physically built to take. "Are you going to answer the challenge or just keep punching dead weights?" I drawled, looking down my nose at him slightly, letting my lips curl into an utterly arrogant smirk.

MuscleMarine

As you are getting mouthy with me, I spin around on one foot, face you, and connect a hard fist to your face, followed closely by another punch to your gut at your upper-abs. "Past my prime? You fucking ungrateful bastard." As I shove you back into the wall behind you. I look around and notice we are alone now - didn't pay much attention to the time. But its good the gym is empty, so we won't be bothered.

Bikerbull

The first punch was a blinding shock, splitting my lip, and the second one to my gut drove the air straight out of my lungs, but it was exactly what I needed. I spat a crimson streak onto the floor and grinned, my eyes wild with brutal excitement. My leg shot out in a furious, arcing kick, aimed directly at his midsection, a brutal strike.

MuscleMarine

Your foot connects with my abs and I drop instantly to one knee, grunting. "Ooomppfffff. Not bad, stud. You learned well." I smile as I see you recover and get up off the floor. "If this is your idea of repaying me, then I will be glad to show you how grateful and proud of you too." I get up slowly, and grabbing the hem of my tight tank top, I peel it off my ripped muscular upper-body. "Lets have some fun."

Bikerbull

Seeing you drop to one knee—that sharp grunt of pain was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. The sight of your massive, flawless body, now stripped bare, only fueled my adrenaline. The gym was our cage, smelling of metal, rubber, and our sweat.

I didn't give you a second to reset. I remembered the move you taught me six weeks ago, 'The Breaker.' It was brutal: a feint low, pulling your guard down, followed by a sudden, upward-arcing hook meant to shatter the jaw. You taught me how to fight dirty. With a sudden burst of speed, I feigned a jab towards your stomach, and as you lowered your elbows, I pivoted my weight violently and drove my fist up in a tight, merciless arc. My punch connected squarely beneath your chin with a sickening crack, applying all the brutal, focused strength you yourself had built in me.

MuscleMarine

But seeing your fist travel to my jaw, I go along with it, not fighting it. I let your fist connect and move with it, letting it snap my whole head to one side, reducing the chance of having my jaw cracked or snapped out of its socket. I know that move, I know the best way to counter although nothing can stop it. There will be damage, and I do spit blood to one side. But instantly return my head to look back at you... smile and counter with an uppercut landing in your chest, forcing you back a few steps.

As I get up. "You are good. You have learned well. I was hoping for a clean fight, but its seems you wanna play dirty... You got it."

Bikerbull

The force of your uppercut to my chest was like getting hit by a truck, momentarily stealing my breath. You talk about a clean fight, but you’re a hypocrite; every lesson you ever drilled into me was about maximum damage, using every advantage, and eliminating the opponent efficiently. You never taught me how to fight clean.

I knew another straight exchange was stupid. Instead of squaring up, I feigned weakness and then exploded forward, dropping my shoulder low. This wasn't one of your boxing moves; it was pure wrestling instinct. I drove hard into your legs, tackling low, aiming to completely disrupt your stance and take you to the floor.

MuscleMarine

And you do, slamming me down on my back, thinking I am not versed in the art of grappling. I snap my legs shut around your waist instinctively, and begin to tighten slowly, methodically. I smile at you... "There are some things I haven't taught you. I kept to myself. That is called strategy." I push my knees into your sides, at your ribs, tightening the leg lock around you with my ankles at your lower back.

Bikerbull

The second I felt the vice grip of your legs lock around my waist, tightening methodically, I knew I had made a massive mistake. That crushing pressure on my ribs and lower back was agony. I ignored the sharp, burning pain in my sides and bucked violently, driving my hips upward, trying to break the lock or at least alleviate the crushing pressure. I clawed at your thighs with my hands, trying to pry your knees open. "Get off me, you old bastard!" I growled.

I stopped fighting the hold and instead used the momentum of our struggle, violently twisting my whole body until I slammed your entire back and the locked part of the submission right against the sharp, unforgiving steel edge of the bench press support.

MuscleMarine

Connecting with the hard cold metal, I release my lock around you for a second... just enough for you to try to slide yourself out of it. I shake the pain from my leg and try to flex them shut again, but this time, I manage to lock them under your armpit, around your chest. Not the best hold, but it will do for now. I twist and force you onto your back, and straddle your chest, pinning you down. "Old bastard? You thought you learned everything from me... and now you are invincible?"

Bikerbull

The pressure around my ribs, where your legs were now locked, was intense, squeezing the air from my lungs. My hands were trapped, useless, and all I could feel was your hot, heavy domination over my body. The sight of your sweating, victorious face right above mine, framed by the iron scent of the gym floor, was the ultimate humiliation.

I will dig my fingers deep into the vulnerable, soft tissue of your neck and underneath your jawline, aiming for a brutal, painful choke hold or a submission that requires an instant reaction.

MuscleMarine

As you try to reach up to my neck to choke me, I grab your wrists, pry them off me, and slam them above your head, pinning them down. "You have a lot more to learn. You are the best of my fighters... just not best to beat me... You will still call me Sir." As I brush my bulge at your chin, mouth and then get up. I stand over you and pull back, giving you space to recover, but I know deep down that you are already rattled.

Bikerbull

I didn't just get up; I rose, every muscle tense and unyielding, ignoring the lingering pain. You stopped me today, but you didn’t defeat me. I closed the distance between us immediately, walking right back into the danger zone, and leaned in close, letting my hot, ragged breath brush your ear. "You may be 'Sir' now, but you just confirmed I’m the biggest threat you’ve ever trained. I’m not coming for your jaw next time".... I moved with the same sudden, brutal speed you taught me. My left hand shot up like a striking snake, seizing your thick neck hard, I drove my right knee onto your groin, the most powerful kick ever tried, feeling how something explodin down there

MuscleMarine

I try to drop, screaming for the searing pain in my bulge, my hand shooting up to grab your trap tight. I can feel your fingers at my neck, squeezing, but although in pain, I flex my throat muscles. I drop to one knee, and sliding my arm between your thighs, I strike up and hard, connecting my forearm to your bulge. "But I am coming for yours." I reach up and and claw with two fingers at your throat, under your ears. I squeeze, pushing my fingers in, trying to compress your jaw bone to unlock it. You know I am capable of doing that...

Bikerbull

The sudden, burning agony in my own crotch from your counter-strike almost made me black out, but the image flashed instantly: months ago, during a final, excruciating set of squats, you had loaded the bar past my limit, standing over me, screaming, "Endurance over pain! Don't drop it, or I drop you!" That memory was my shield. My fingers dug deeper into your throat, my own trauma making me merciless. Your claws at my neck and the agonizing pressure on my jawbone were a distraction, but they wouldn't work. The relentless, maximum-pain training you forced upon me—the sheer, continuous muscle failure—had armored my resolve. I won't drop it.

MuscleMarine

Seeing you won't back off, or stop, you leave me no choice but to get brutal and dirty with you. My eyes almost watering, both from the pain coursing through my neck, and the pain of having to break you... before even having you savor what would have come next. "I... I... don...don't want to do this... B... b... bu.... but you leave me no choice." I spread my arms, letting go of you, and slam them to each side of your outstretched arm - one at the forearm, and one at the upper-arm, snapping your elbow, instantly making you release me and pull back.

Bikerbull

The world dissolved into a single, blinding white bolt of agony as your arms slammed down, one on my forearm and one on my upper arm, leveraging the joint against itself. The crack was sharp and sickening, a sound that cut through the roar in my ears. "F-F-FUCK!" I screamed, a raw, animal sound, stumbling against the cold metal of the rack. That wasn't fighting; it was pure, vicious destruction. I fixed my gaze on you, Marine—not with defeat, but with the purest, coldest hatred I had ever felt. You broke me, but I wouldn't let you win.

MuscleMarine

As I free myself and watch you pull back, I take a stance, and flex my muscles to see if everything is intact and working well. I raise my arms, ready for you, and wave you over. "Fuck is what I am going to do to you. And frame you back in your place."

Bikerbull

My eyes scanned the debris-strewn floor, ignoring the blood and sweat, and landed on salvation: a heavy, black iron weight plate lying near my feet. I clenched my good, left hand into a desperate fist. With a final, desperate roar that was more animalistic than human, I swung the heavy weight plate straight up and forward like a deadly, black boomerang, aiming right for your ribs. This wasn't training; this was an attempt to end you, a final, brutal move to prove that the monster you created

MuscleMarine

The heavy iron plate connects to my side hard, instantly folding me in two. I drop to my knees, groaning. I can feel two broken ribs to my right side which not only makes me scream, but fills me with rage. This is not a fight where you are trying to prove you are worthy or to show me how good you are, but this is a make or break fight. The best protege I have ever had is putting everything on the line and I am about to show you how I can as easily break you... just the way I built you.

I look up and see that slither of confidence crawl back onto your face. I also smile, through the pain as I start to get up to my feet. I take a stance again.

Bikerbull

You were trying to rise, gathering your posture, but every movement was a wince of pain. I didn’t waste the opening. Since you compromised my arm, I’ll end this with the power you couldn't take from me: my legs. With a sudden, explosive spring, I launched my right leg in a devastating arc—the same leg hardened by all those brutal miles on the bike. I channeled every muscle, every ounce of rage and force, aiming the heel of my boot precisely at the spot where the disc had already shattered your ribs. The impact was sickeningly solid, meant not just to break the bones again, but to send the fragments deep into your lung.

MuscleMarine

Your foot connects hard... I cough and spit a gob of blood. Something is pierced for sure. But I have had that before, and not gonna break me so easily. I instinctively wrap my arm around your foot still at my side and lock it under my armpit. I pull you to me, making you collide with my balled up fist, into your gut. I strike again, and again, and again, making sure my fist digs deep into those bricks. I wipe my mouth with my fist, and with blood on my knuckles, I connect it to your face. Your leg still locked in my grip under my arm, I make you bounce around a bit, before slamming a hard hammer to your knee, almost breaking and shattering it.

Bikerbull

The sudden agony in my knee finally broke my grip, and I crashed to the mat, a ragged, choking mess. I lay there, curled up, every breath a stab of fire. fixed on your face. "S-Sir..." I rasped out, my voice barely a whisper, making myself look completely defeated and broken, inviting you closer for the final word, the final humiliation.

You leaned in, smug and confident, bringing your face right into my space. That was all I needed. With a desperate, explosive surge of my neck and core—the last functional muscles I had—I launched my head upward. CRACK. My skull smashed into your nose, instantly driving bone and blood across your face. I didn't stop there. CRACK. Again, into the soft orbit of your eye, followed by a final, savage CRACK into your cheekbone, using the pure, bone-breaking force of my forehead.

MuscleMarine

The last crack you thought was coming from my forehead was actually your nose cracking in return when I intercepted your headbutt and returned with mine before you can execute yours. I pull back, bloody face, and smile at you. "You are done?" But as I try to take a stance again, I feel a sharp pinch in my side, your hit is still hurting my ribs which fuels me more and I am determined to end you now. "Shame. I was really hoping this would work..." I step towards you, reach in, and slug you in the sternum, that soft spot between your pecs, cutting your breath for a couple of seconds.

Bikerbull

The metallic, rusty taste of blood was thick in my mouth, mixing with the sweat and bile, overwhelming everything else. Every single point of my body was screaming—the smashed nose, the throbbing, broken arm, the searing agony in my knee and sternum. I dragged my useless, shattered frame forward, using my good elbow to haul myself onto my knees, determined not to let the fall be the end, trying to stand up slowly.

MuscleMarine

I walk around you, to the back, grab you and slam you to the training bench, face down. I raise a leg and place a knee at your lower-back, pinning you down. I smack your ass... "Best ass I have ever seen. You just had to take it this far." As I grab your shorts and rip them off you, exposing your buns. I pull them apart, open, and push a finger into your hole. Hooking it, I add another finger inside you and start loosening you.

Bikerbull

My hips involuntarily strained against the pinning pressure, fighting the violation while my broken body traitorously began to respond to the deep, demanding stretch of your fingers working inside me. I can feel the mix of blood and sweat from your body.

MuscleMarine

But then I pull out of you viciously and roughly. I lick my fingers and moan above you before bursting into laughter. Grabbing you by the hips, I flip you on the bench and slam you down on your back. "To better see the pain on your face..." And before you can object or say anything, I grab your legs, massive trunks and pull them up, bend them back to your chest, and slip them under the bar on the bench press loaded with the heaviest set of weights... You are trapped now, folded, bent, and your ass on display again, as I work two fingers into your hole...

Bikerbull

The moment the heavy, cold steel of the bench press bar settled over my shins, pinning my legs back toward my chest, I knew this was the end of the fight. I was completely immobilized, bent like a piece of broken machinery, my ass pushed up and exposed as an offering to your victory. "Stop, you bastard!" I tried to snarl, but it came out as a desperate, ragged groan, a final, pathetic attempt to maintain the fight. I should have felt only violation and rage, yet the relentless, demanding pressure of your fingers working inside me was exactly what I had secretly craved from the moment I first saw you.

MuscleMarine

And then a third finger slides in as I laugh when your ass tries to tighten and clench around my invading digits. Soon, a fourth, then a fifth one slides in and I start fisting you, gyrating my hand inside you. I love the groans and screams that soon turn into moans. "Yeah, you like that. No matter how much of a man you become, you will always be less than me... Remember who made you what you are. And maybe then you will get your priorities straight... hahahaha... or gay..." As I pound your prostate hard. I reach around and grab your cock now, and feel it hard in my grip. "Someone really likes this."

Bikerbull

The pain from the fight was completely drowned out by the agonizing stretch and invasive pleasure as your hand plunged deeper. I choked back the desperate groan that wanted to become a moan, biting down hard on my lip. My body was completely yours. My whole body contorted and convulsed against the heavy steel bar pinning my legs, an uncontrollable physical reaction to the savage depth, the fist broke something inside being the most brutal, profound assault...

MuscleMarine

My arm start going in and out of your ass, stretching it wider and wider. "You ever been fisted Adam? Do you like it?" I laugh knowing that even if you try to deny it, something else on you is proving me right. As I stroke your cock long and slow. I suddenly pull my fist out of your ass and squat next to you on one side of the bench, legs spread wide open, bulge on display as it hangs low. I keep a hold of your cock and guide it closer to your face. "I usually am not this kind with those who betray me and try to fight back after I give them 'almost' everything." My words are kind of threatening...

Bikerbull

I slammed my head back hard against the cold leather of the bench, fighting the urge to moan. I met your gaze, ignoring the sight of your exposed power, and forced a contemptuous, bloody grin. "Betrayal? I came to take what you promised me, Max". I pushed my hips up, grinding uselessly against the bar, trying to resist your grip on my cock. My good hand twitches, every muscle screaming at the injustice. I know a direct grab on your cock is risky—you'd easily snap my fingers.

MuscleMarine

I see you throwing glances at my bulge and the cock trapped inside it. "You wanna touch it? Feel it? You want to take it out and admire it? DO IT... IF YOU DARE." Taunting you knowing you will not because you are afraid I would snap your fingers and hand. I want you to, so I cna have that exact reason. I wanna destroy you...

Bikerbull

I didn't flinch at your challenge. I saw the fear you were trying to hide behind your taunts. Instead of going for the easily defended target, I drove my good hand past the muscle of your inner thigh, my fingers sinking into the soft, vulnerable flesh at the base of your exposed scrotum. I squeezed hard, a painful, brutal grip meant to make you gasp.

MuscleMarine

Trying to hide fear? What fear? But then I choke slightly and gasp as your hand strikes down to the side of the bench, under me and you grab my balls tight, squeezing them. I scream... "Ohhhhh. Fuuuuuuck." I let go of your cock and snap grab your wrist tight, pushing my thumb at the veins, cutting the blood flow to weaken it. "You bitch. That was all I needed..." I manage to pull my balls out of your tight claw and pull back, ripping my sweat pants and then my tight briefs to reveal the monster.

Bikerbull

The moment you applied pressure to my wrist, the searing pain from my broken arm was instantly eclipsed by the new agony as the blood flow choked off to my good hand. My fingers spasmed, and the crushing grip I had on your balls was instantly lost. But the sight that followed froze my breath. I watched, mesmerized, as you tore your clothes away, revealing the thick, throbbing evidence of your own rage.

MuscleMarine

I see you staring intently at my swinging cock and I smile. "You like what you see?" Knowing it is the first time you see it. I keep a tight grip on your shaft and feel it harden, stiffen and throb. I laugh and tighten my squeezing it. I tap your balls and make your whole body jump.

Bikerbull

The sharp, shocking pain when you tapped my balls made my entire broken body jump against the bench, a desperate, involuntary flinch. I was already drowning in the sight of your exposed power, and the sudden, rough squeeze on my cock instantly drove the breath from my lungs. My eyes stayed glued to your massive cock.

MuscleMarine

I walk around the bench, and then stop behind it, placing my hands at the bar, and bending over you, looking down. I smile at you as I push my hips forward and swing my heavy hanging dick over your face. "Lick it." I order and you feel my tone is no longer playful but rather menacing.

Bikerbull

I met your menacing gaze with a soft, slow acceptance, my tongue flicking out deliberately to catch the head of your cock. I didn't rush, letting my tongue trace the contours, savoring the salty, musky taste of your dominance.

MuscleMarine

I suddenly get aggressive, grabbing your head by your jaw, pushing my fingers just under your ears to make that mouth gape... as I push my cock into it, down as I bend my knees. Inserting my cockhead first and then pushing further... I choke you almost immediately, face fucking you. "You are one of the luckiest to have survived so long... Very admirable."

Bikerbull

The menacing pressure on my jaw forcing my mouth open, followed instantly by the suffocating mass of your cock slamming down my throat, cut off all air and sound. Panic was absolute; I couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow

With a final, desperate surge of will, I locked my good foot under the bar pinning my legs, anchoring myself. I strained my neck and core upward, trying to lift my torso off the bench and throw myself at you, but the weight of the bar and the total control you had on my head made it impossible. Instead, I drove my pinned, flexed legs straight out, attempting to launch a final, desperate kick…

MuscleMarine

I feel your feet slam into my chest trying to force me off you and backwards... but my cock in your throat keeps me close to you and almost immovable. I smile as I grab your feet, pull them off my chest and pull your legs wide open, exposing your cock that is also swinging over your face. Smiling over you, I pull my cock out of your mouth, and pulling your legs towards me more, I fold you enough to slide your cock into your own mouth. "Suck on that. You gonna need to."

I move your legs further under the heavy-loaded bar, until the back of your knees lock under it. You can not move an inch now, with your cock in your mouth too. I walk around you and standing now behind you, I lift my hips a bit, and rest my cock at your ass... "You ready?" And not even waiting for an answer, I push my now wet cock-head into your hole that has loosened now.

Bikerbull

I couldn't scream, couldn't breathe, couldn't even move an inch. Then came the brutal, tearing force of your entry, a hot, savage penetration that drowned out every other sensation. I was gaggin with my own manhood, almost chewing it because the pain I was feeling

MuscleMarine

While I start fucking you with a slow steady rhythm that soon picks up into a brutal ravaging pistonning, splitting you wide open. "I am going to make sure you will be walking funny for a couple of days if not weeks. You might even need a doughnut cushion to sit down." I laugh as I slide all my inches into you... my thickness stretching you wide open.

Bikerbull

The rhythm was relentless, a brutal piston that slammed me against the cold bench with every thrust. I clenched my jaw against the overwhelming agony and the shame, instantly biting down on the thick flesh filling my mouth.I was a puppet of pain and desire, unable to control even my own mouth. " I tried to scream the word "Stop!" but the thick, gagging flesh in my mouth absorbed the sound. All that escaped was a desperate, guttural "Mphh-Aaaa!"

MuscleMarine

"Yeah... You like it stud. Or should I call you bitch now? Pussyboi?" I pound you harder and feel your ass suddenly tighten around my shaft. I know then what is coming and smiling at you, I start pushing in and pulling out very slowly, making you feel every ridge and vein on my cock... bit by bit, knowing it is increasing the stimuli all over your body.

Bikerbull

I was at the absolute breaking point, unable to move, unable to breathe, just shaking violently as your thickness filled me. I tried desperately to clench my jaw, but the resulting muffled groan was pure, raw submission. This was the dark, brutal fulfillment of years of unspoken longing. I didn't just submit; in this final moment, I was secretly reveling in the terrifying power of my mentor.

MuscleMarine

I start moving and gyrating my hips, making my cock dance inside you, hitting all the right spots - experimenting on which move makes you moan more and makes that cock throb and leak more. I know you are almost over the edge, and just need some help. "Cum for me pussyboi. Cum. You need that protein shake. And after that, I will give you mine..." I start to pull out slowly and then push back in even slower.

Bikerbull

The slow, agonizing push and pull was the final key, driving me completely over the edge. Every nerve ending exploded at once; I couldn't hold back the violence of the climax. My entire body seized, arching savagely against the bar, a desperate, final convulsion of absolute release. A hot, thick wave of my own semen flooded into my mouth, gagging me, as my ass clenched down around your shaft.

MuscleMarine

"You want it in your ass?" I ask mockingly, although I know you cannot answer me in your euphoric state. I laugh as I pull out fully from your ass, walk around and stand over you. I grab the bar that has been weighing down on you, pinning you. I lift it like it weighs nothing and release you. Instantly, your cock pulls out of your mouth, spraying your load all over the place, your face, your chest, my pelvis and cock... And as you gasp for air, I slide in my monster mushroom head into your mouth, choking you and cutting your breath and voice. "Suck on it. You will need what is coming next..." As I tense my body, hold still and soon enough, start pumping my own load down your throat, feeding you the thick protein of my balls.

Bikerbull

Gasping and choking around the warm, thick load flooding my throat, the realization hit me with the force of a final punch: the line between my great mentor and a terrifying monster had completely dissolved. I couldn't distinguish where the lesson ended and the violence began. Was the savage penetration and this final, humiliating feeding the end of the punishment, and would pleasure follow? Or was this just the beginning of a darker game? I was utterly unsure if I would walk out of this gym, or what state I would leave in

MuscleMarine

As you suck on my cock, making sure you dont lose any drop... for your sake, I lift an arm up and slam a hard punch to your solar plexus. The hit is hard and it cuts your breath and makes you choke at first... giving me enough time to pull my cock out of your mouth and walk up to my gym bag on the floor. I fiddle in it a bit while you are gasping. Then return a few seconds later, and clamp something at your swinging balls and cock, trapping them. "You are mine now... totally." Slipping the key into the chain hanging around my neck. Your cock and balls are now trapped in a tight cage making sure you will not get so cocky anymore...

Bikerbull

The click of the lock, and the sight of that key hanging around your neck, was the final, absolute truth: I was yours, completely and forever. My defiance was dead. I slowly lifted my heavy head, deliberately licking the last vestiges of your semen and my own from my lips, a final, quiet act of devotion to the master who had finally and perfectly conquered me. I would never be cocky again. I was just Marine’s.

THE END

Published: 2025-12-10, viewed 102 times.