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14:49 Belly_Wobble: Bill woke up and stretched his 6 ft 8 560 lb in the enormous bed he shared with the similarly sized Powerlifter. But the big man wasn’t in bed with him. Bill checked his phone. There were several selfies from Powerlifter last night of him lifting and arm wrestling huge men at the bar. But then a much later message
14:52 Belly_Wobble: “Sorry Bulkbill but work phoned just after I got home. They want me to come in today even though it’s my day off. Will see you later. I have left you a present in the living room on a chair. A little something for you to play with.”
14:54 Belly_Wobble: In just a pair of tight blue shorts he got up. After bathroom ablutions, Bills huge rumbling belly indicated he was hungry as usual. Living room door was shut as he passed it on way to kitchen. After cooking and eating a fry up that could feed ten normal sized men he recalled there was a present waiting
14:57 Belly_Wobble: Opening living room door he saw in front of him facing the door a small muscular man tied to a chair with just a towel to cover his modesty and what appeared to be his undies in his mouth. “FEE FI FO FUM I see a scared little muscle man” Bill joked.
15:12 bare_knuckle: I came to about an hour ago, groggy and aching in places I didn’t even know could ache. It didn’t take long for the memories to hit me like a hammer. The fight. The giant. The sheer, overwhelming force he used to shut me down and brutally fuck me. I still have no idea how I ended up in this place, only that my hands are tied behind my back and someone stuffed a torn scrap of cloth between my teeth to shut me up. A towel has been wrapped around me, the kind of lazy afterthought that says, Yeah, I’ll keep you alive… for now. I’ve pulled, twisted, strained, and sworn into the gag until my throat burned, but nothing has budged. Whoever tied these knots knew exactly what they were doing. Then I hear it. A noise in another room. A cupboard. A pan. Something heavy set down on a counter. My pulse spikes. He’s back. Or at least that’s what I think.
15:12 bare_knuckle: The sounds continue long enough that dread turns into something uglier. The smell of food drifts in, warm and taunting, like he’s deliberately letting me know that he’s relaxed, unbothered, and definitely not worried about his little captive trying anything clever. The door finally swings open. I jolt upright as a massive shape ducks through the frame. And then my heart drops. Not the giant from last night. Someone bigger. Thicker arms, layered muscle, and a gut like a slab of armour plating. He looks like the kind of man who could lift a car just to see what was under it.
15:13 bare_knuckle: A panicked, gag-muffled yell forces its way out of my throat. It sounds pathetic, even to me. He stares down at me for a long, cold second, and then he speaks; calm, casual, like finding a bound stranger on the floor is just another Tuesday. And in that moment it hits me. He’s not here to help. He’s not here for mercy. He’s just another giant with a dangerous streak… and I’ve somehow managed to get myself on the wrong side of two of them.
15:14 bare_knuckle: 
15:22 Belly_Wobble: Bulkbill - So this is my little something to play with ! You are just what I like - short but heavily muscled and i reckon feisty.
15:24 Belly_Wobble: I ask you whether you are hungry or thirsty. I don’t want my present to pass out through lack of sustenance. I want you to be strong enough to withstand a few rounds of wrestling with me.
15:28 bare_knuckle: I can’t tell if you’re mocking me or if you genuinely haven’t noticed the gag cutting into the corners of my mouth. The only sound I can force out is a strangled, furious “Hrrrmmmmph,” and it’s as useless as it sounds. And then I feel it. That thing inside me. The part I keep pretending I can manage. The rage. It starts as a tremor in my chest, a tightness behind my eyes, the kind of pressure that warns me I’m about to come apart. I know it’s a problem. I’ve known it for years. Those uncontrollable rage eruptions. Those moments where I stop being a person and start being a weapon with a pulse.
15:29 bare_knuckle: Right now, tied to the chair, gagged, helpless, I should be begging for forgiveness, bargaining for mercy, praying you don’t decide to snap me in half just because you can. But none of that is what hits me. What hits me is the urge to break every rope, smash every piece of furniture in this place, and drive my fists into you until you finally take me seriously. I try to breathe. I try to steady myself. It does nothing. The red mist is already rising, curling up through my vision like smoke. I can feel control slipping one finger at a time. Once it starts, there’s no putting it back in the cage. And you’re standing right there, watching it happen.
15:30 Belly_Wobble: Realising you are gagged I move forwards to remove the gag. Having to crouch in front of you to do so our heads close to each other
16:18 bare_knuckle: The moment you yank the gag out of my mouth, the words explode before I can even think about them. “Untie me, you fat fuck!” It comes out raw, hoarse, feral. Not smart, not strategic… just pure venom hurled at the biggest man in the room.
16:19 bare_knuckle: “What the hell?!” I spit next, because now that I can finally see the filthy scrap of cloth, I realise exactly what it is; the shredded remains of my own underwear rammed between my teeth. The humiliation hits me like a slap. There’s a tiny voice buried somewhere in the back of my skull whispering the sensible things. Be nice. Ask for help. Appeal to his humanity before he breaks you in half. But that voice is a whisper trying to shout through a hurricane. It doesn’t stand a chance. The rage has me now.
16:27 bare_knuckle: I thrash against the ropes. The chair beneath me rocks like it’s trying to buck me off. My muscles strain until every vein feels like it is about to burst through my skin. My vision narrows until all I can see is you; giant, calm, annoyingly unbothered, and the red mist boiling over every rational thought. The chair tilts backward. I feel it go too far. There’s no saving it. CRASH.
16:32 bare_knuckle: The chair collapses underneath me. I hit the floor with a sickening thud, wood splintering, breath blasted out of my lungs. Pain ricochets up my spine and, for a second, the whole room rings like a struck bell. I lie there, ropes biting into my wrists, fury still burning hot enough to blister, and all I can think is: Get up. Fight. Break something.
16:37 bare_knuckle: 
09:36 Belly_Wobble: Looking down at you on the floor the remains of the chair all around. I grab you by throat in one hand lifting you then untying the ropes. “So little one how about a wrestle? If you pin me then you go free. If I pin you then you stay here as my little plaything.”
09:45 bare_knuckle: This is way too close to last night for comfort. The choking grip. The effortless strength. Being hauled off the floor like I weigh nothing. For a split second, the same panic tries to grab hold, but this time something is different. You’re still a monster of a man, still playing with me like a toy… but there’s a strange edge to it. I can’t tell if you’re being almost friendly, or if you’ve simply perfected a more creative brand of sadism. Either way, I see one thing that matters: You’ve untied me.
09:46 bare_knuckle: A smarter person would spot the trap immediately. They’d clock the way you’re watching me, the way your shoulders stay loose, the way you’re basically inviting me to try something stupid just so you can enjoy crushing the attempt. But right now I’m operating with more rage than brain cells, and you’ve given me the opening I’ve been waiting for. As you lower me back to the ground and release your grip from my neck, instinct takes over. I don’t hesitate. I don’t think. I drop straight to the floor, fingers curling around the nearest jagged chunk of the shattered chair.
09:47 bare_knuckle: A broken chair leg. Heavy, solid, perfect. I surge up with it and swing with everything I’ve got, driving the makeshift club straight into your massive gut. The impact feels like hitting a loaded sandbag. A zero-give wall of muscle and bulk. Shock flickers across my face before I can hide it. “You’re a walking heart attack!” I snarl, already pulling back for another wild, vicious strike. The second blow bounces off you with just as little effect. The third makes you wince a little. A chink in the armour?
09:55 bare_knuckle: 
09:59 Belly_Wobble: Stupidly I don’t clear the remains of the chair before lowering you to the ground. Allowing you chance to pick up chair leg and slam it into my massive gut. Not just once but three times. First two times didn’t feel a thing but the third I did as belly slightly bruised. Luckily for me you are so short you can’t reach my neck or face. Angry - mostly at myself for underestimating you - I grab the chair leg pulling it out of your hand. Kicking the remainder of the chair out of your reach as I press end of chair leg against your abs. “ Imagine what would happen if I did that to you tiny wrestler”
10:25 bare_knuckle: Why does the chair leg look so tiny in your hand? It’s the size of a weapon in mine, but somehow it looks like a toy the moment your fingers close around it. I don’t get time to dwell on that disturbing detail, because the splintered wood is suddenly rammed up against my stomach, digging hard into my perfect abs like you’re testing how much pressure it takes to crack me in half. Pain flares through me. Not just from the impact, but from everything still throbbing from last night’s beating. The memory fuels me. I’ll crawl over broken glass before I let you or anyone put me through a repeat of that. I slam my forearm down on the chair leg with all the force I can muster. It snaps out of your grasp, flying to the floor with a clatter. No hesitation. No thinking. Just movement. I spin, spot the big leather sofa behind me, and bolt for it. I leap up onto the cushions, gaining precious height; anything to level the battlefield against a man built like a collapsing star. “Bring it, fatty!” I roar, chest heaving, adrenaline boiling. I curl my fingers toward myself, taunting you, daring you, practically begging you to try me.
10:25 bare_knuckle: 
10:32 Belly_Wobble: Moving forwards as you yell at me. Your unexpected feistiness is turning me on. I grab you your arms with my hands staying out of reach of your legs then lift you high into the air so we are face to face. Held far enough away so you can’t reach me. Watching you kick your legs furiously. Then I move forwards slamming your back against a wall as I hold you there
10:34 Belly_Wobble: My bulge growing as you struggle. I shift position of my hands one on your chest the other going up inside your towel to caress your crotch.
10:43 bare_knuckle: Those same colossal hands that made the chair leg look like a twig close around my arms, compressing them effortlessly. Before I can even react, I’m yanked clean off the sofa and slammed back against the wall. My feet dangle uselessly above the floor, kicking at empty air, nowhere close to reaching you. It’s maddening. It’s humiliating. It’s exactly like last night! The same helpless suspension, the same horrifying reminder that strength alone won’t save me here. With slow, deliberate control, you shift your grip. One hand. Just one. Your palm spread across my chest like I’m nothing more than a poster you’re flattening against plaster. Then you lean in, putting your full weight behind it. Pressure surges through my ribs. Breathing turns into a shallow, choking struggle.
10:46 bare_knuckle: You and that other giant clearly train together. You both know exactly how to use size and leverage to turn someone like me into a ragdoll. My rage roars up, wild and violent, demanding I tear free and fight back. But it only lasts a heartbeat. Because your hand shifts again, sliding somewhere it shouldn’t. The red mist in my vision snaps to white-hot fear. I push my thighs together in an attempt to stop your hand invading my genitals.
10:48 bare_knuckle: You lied. You said this would be a wrestling match. The prize would be my freedom. But this is not a wrestling match. This is another sexual assault, and I'm not sure if my body or mind can take it again.
10:53 bare_knuckle: 
10:54 Belly_Wobble: Feeling you tense as I access your cock and balls. “Don’t worry little man i am just checking what’s under that towel. No concealed weapons” I laugh
10:55 Belly_Wobble: My hand pressing harder into your chest hearing your ribs squeak with the pressure
11:03 bare_knuckle: You push me past the point of thinking and straight into survival mode. And that is not good news for you. My fists, my feet, my strength; none of it is enough to stop you head-on. I know that now. But survival mode isn’t about strength. It’s about using whatever the hell is in reach, no matter how ridiculous it seems. My hand reaches down and snatches the towel from my waist. I twist it tight. Spin it once. Build momentum. Then CRACK. The makeshift whip snaps against the side of your arm, leaving a red line on your massive bicep. You flinch. Barely. But it’s something. I swing again, harder, faster. CRACK. This time the strike lands across your face. And with that brutal snap comes a sound I’ve been desperate for, a grunt of pain. Short. Sharp. Real.
11:04 bare_knuckle: Your hand jerks back from my chest, pressure disappearing, and I hit the ground on unsteady legs. I scramble, grabbing the towel and wrapping it round my waist as I stagger backward, putting distance between us before you recover. My eyes dart across the room, heart hammering like a war drum. One exit door. Locked? Unlocked? Impossible to tell. A few decorative items... vases, a lamp, a heavy sculpture... possible weapons if I’m desperate enough. Windows. Heights unknown. Risky as hell. Corners. Shadows. Angles you might not be able to reach quickly. My thoughts race at a million miles an hour, every instinct screaming different plans at once. Fight? Run? Hide? All of the above?
11:08 Belly_Wobble: Suddenly you are naked as the towel whips onto my bicep. Reddening it slightly but no major effect. But second strike is to my face almost in my eyes and forehead and I am struggling to see. Letting you fell as I blunder around trying to find you as my vision returns. Furious now I see you across the room and advance towards you slowly menacingly my arms out in front of me
11:24 bare_knuckle: Your movement changes. It’s subtle, but I see it. You’re still coming at me, still built like a mountain with legs, but your steps aren’t as clean. Not as direct. That hit to your head must have done more damage than I dared hope. A chink in the armour. A tiny, fleeting weakness. And I pounce on it like a starving animal. I sprint toward you. Your arm stretches out, ready to grab me and end this whole rebellion in one crushing motion, but at the last split second, I side step, slip past your reach, and shoot behind you. One leap onto the sofa. A pivot. Then I hurl myself at your back with every ounce of reckless desperation I’ve got left.
11:26 bare_knuckle: My arms snap around your neck in a tight lock. My legs try to clamp around your waist, but they barely make it halfway; you’re far too big for that. Doesn’t matter. I shift my hold, burying my forearm under your chin, pulling back with everything I’ve got. My biceps bulge, trembling with effort as I crank the pressure. You managed to choke me with one hand last time. I need both arms, all my strength, all my fury, and even then it feels like trying to strangle a tree trunk. But it’s working. Your stance changes. Your balance shifts. Your breath catches. Your hands reach up, not in control, not in command, but in defence. For the first time since this nightmare began, I feel it. A real advantage. A real chance. I cling on tighter, forearm digging into your throat, jaw locked with effort. I’ve got you. Even if it’s only for a moment… I’ve actually got you.
11:33 bare_knuckle: 
11:45 Belly_Wobble: You leap behind me then before i can turn i feel your weight on my back with your arms around my neck. Hanging off my neck as saying try to choke me from behind. More then trying it’s working as you tighten the strangle.
11:49 Belly_Wobble: I feel your hot breath in my neck as your biceps press into my neck. I need loads of air to power my bulk and I ain’t getting enough. As I lift my arms to try to pull your arms away.
11:50 Belly_Wobble: Luckily there is a sofa behind me as I stagger back then fall back in to the sofa hoping to crush you behind me so you release me
12:04 bare_knuckle: You claw at my arms, fingers digging in like you’re trying to peel steel cables off your throat. But you’re weaker than you were minutes ago, and I’m not letting go. Not now. Not after finally landing a real hold on you. I squeeze tighter, every muscle in my upper body screaming, but I don’t care. I feel you stumble, your massive frame swaying beneath me. For a moment I think you’re going to drop to your knees… but no. The stumble changes. It becomes deliberate. “Oh, hell,” is all I manage before gravity takes over. You throw your weight backward.
12:06 bare_knuckle: I brace for bone-breaking impact; the floor, the wall, something solid. But instead we crash onto the giant leather sofa. The cushioning absorbs most of the blow, but not enough to save me from being flattened beneath you. Your mass crushes down on my chest like a collapsing building. My ribs compress. Air blasts out of my lungs. Pain floods through my torso. But I do not let go. My arms stay locked around your neck, my forearm grinding against your throat, my biceps tightening like a vice. I feel your breath hitch. Feel your pulse hammering against my arm. Feel the tremor of strain in your shoulders as you try to pry me off.
12:07 bare_knuckle: Then I feel something worse. Your weight shifting, intentionally settling heavier onto me, using pure mass as a weapon. My lungs scream. My vision flickers. My ribs creak under the pressure. This isn’t a brawl anymore. This is a brutal contest on a razor’s edge... who blacks out first. You crushing the air out of me. Me cutting the air off from you. Both of us locked in a desperate, primal struggle, pinned together on that sofa, each second winding tighter and tighter toward the moment one of us drops into unconsciousness. And I refuse to be the one who goes first.
12:11 Belly_Wobble: I had assumed you would release your hold when I crushed you behind me but you don’t ! Instead you actually tighten your grip. Trying to push more weight on you. I feel your body getting crushed by me but you continue to choke me. Getting desperate now I reach out the grab sides of the sofa then lift my legs off ground so my full weight is on you
12:23 bare_knuckle: No. No, no, no. I feel it the instant you shift. Not a stumble. Not a slip. A calculated adjustment... all that bulk repositioning, settling heavier across my chest like you’re deliberately trying to compress me out of existence. The pressure spikes. My ribs scream. My lungs clamp shut. I try to hold on, but my arms give out. They fall from around your neck, useless, trembling, my chokehold collapsing under the sheer weight crushing down on me. I’m no longer attacking. I’m fighting just to survive. All my strength funnels into one desperate instinct: get air. My hands press against your side, your shoulder, anything I can reach. I push like a man trying to lift a car off himself. It barely moves you. Your mass keeps pressing down, unrelenting, turning my chest into a vice. My body starts to betray me. A ringing builds in my ears. My vision tightens at the edges like a camera lens closing. Darkness licks at the corners of my mind. I buck. I twist. I claw for a sliver of space to breathe, but every movement feels weaker than the last. I’m trapped under a mountain, fighting a losing battle with gravity itself. This isn’t strength versus strength anymore. It’s survival versus oblivion. And right now, oblivion is winning.
12:27 Belly_Wobble: Finally you release your grip as I suck in huge lungfuls of air. Completely forgetting I am crushing and suffocating you under me.
12:27 Belly_Wobble: 
12:30 Belly_Wobble: Suddenly I lower my huge legs touching you small legs. I realise and lift up. Checking my plaything if still alive. I don’t want to ko you to win I want to pin you so you are awake to watch me beat you
12:35 Belly_Wobble: I lift you off sofa. One handed as I grab the detachable seat cushions and key them on the floor. Placing you belly up laying on top of me. Waiting till you stir as I slap my belly. Going to belly splash you. Belly on belly chest to chest so we are face to face as I pin you under me. You are in cushions so I don’t crush the life out of you as no point having a dead plaything. I fall towards you aiming to land full weight on you
14:30 bare_knuckle: It doesn’t take long for consciousness to slam back into me. One second I’m drifting in a fog of pain and oxygen deprivation, the next I’m jolting awake with pure survival instinct. You’re standing over me. And you’re slapping your belly. For a normal person it would look ridiculous. For someone your size, it looks like a warning. Then, with shocking agility for a man built like a human avalanche, you leap. Actually leap. Your whole gigantic frame lifts clean off the ground.
14:30 bare_knuckle: 
14:32 bare_knuckle: My brain makes the calculation instantly. If that lands on me… I’m done. Finished. Flattened into the sofa like a pressed flower. Instinct takes the wheel. I roll. Fast. WHOOMPH.
17:15 Belly_Wobble: As i leap i can see you arent moving ! Hoping you will survive this . As i fall towards the cushions i see you roll aside. Panicking now but no way i can prevent the impact. BBOOOOMM as i land heavily belly first scattering the cushions as the room shakes.
17:19 Belly_Wobble: Groaning i roll over onto my back. Planning to roll towards some furniture to help me get up. But so exhausted with my huge belly holding me to the floor i am struggling to roll any further
17:20 bare_knuckle: The impact shakes the whole room. Cushions explode outward. And all I can think is: That almost happened to me. If I believed in God, I’d be offering frantic prayers to her. But God isn’t going to get me out of this. Not when the only thing keeping me alive is dumb luck and sheer terror. Then something cuts through the chaos. A memory. Your promise. “If you pin me, you earn your freedom.” Maybe God is paying attention today. A deep, rumbling groan rises from your chest, the kind of sound that tells me that, despite your size, belly-flopping onto cushions from that height was a terrible life choice. You roll onto your back, still moaning, your breathing uneven. This is my window. I rush over and climb onto you... and “climb” is the right word. You’re so massive that getting on top of you feels like scrambling up a boulder. Your torso rises and falls under me like a living landscape. And then I realise something horrifying. There is no way to pin you. No leverage. No way to keep your shoulders down. No way to control someone built on this scale. You knew it from the start. You promised freedom for a win in a fight I could never physically win. The truth hits me like another blow: I’ve been chasing a victory that was impossible from the beginning.
17:23 Belly_Wobble: i feel you climb up laying on my chest, I lift my shoulders off ground as you try to pin me but as i knew already you cant. I get my arms around you pulling your head and body up so you next to my armpit then pushing your head into it
17:47 bare_knuckle: 
17:54 bare_knuckle: I’m stuck on top of you with nowhere to go, and you know it. You don’t even bother standing; you just reach those massive hands around your torso, grab hold of me like I’m luggage, and haul me upward with raw, terrifying strength. In one violent heave, you drag me across your body and clamp my head to the side of your chest, right under your arm. Not a soft hold. Not a wrestling move for points. A suffocating, crushing vice that locks my skull in place. Fresh sweat mixes with the heat of your body, your grip pressing me in so hard my protests come out as choked, muffled sounds. My arms lash out wildly, slapping against your enormous torso, landing blows that barely register.
17:55 bare_knuckle: Breathing becomes a shallow, panicked struggle. My lungs burn. My ribs ache. I can’t get leverage, can’t twist free, can’t even turn my head. You’re not just restraining me, you’re smothering the fight out of me with sheer bulk and power. My head buried deep inside your armpit. But then my flailing hand hits something solid. Cold metal. The thick chain around your neck. Instinct takes over. My fingers hook around it, grip tightening. With every shred of strength left in me, I yank.
18:07 Belly_Wobble: Smothering you in my armpit as i watch you thrash arms and legs around. Then i feel chain around my neck get pulled so it starts to strangle me, I let go one hand from you and grab chain pulling it from my throat. Other arm over your head to keep you in place as i yank at chain with both hands breaking it in two. Throwing chain across room away from us. Holding you in a hug now so we are face to face
18:08 Belly_Wobble: What's your next move my little feisty man". Hoping my show of strength made you realise i had been playing with you
18:21 bare_knuckle: I gasp for breath as you pull me towards your face. Unlike your giant friend, you are taking your time. You're playing with me. And I'm starting to realise it. But two can play at that game. I move my head forward as if to headbutt you, but instead I plant my lips on yours and kiss you. I instantly feel the grip of your hands around my body relax a little. Was it from surprise? Are you enjoying it? Whatever the reason, I have taken back control.
18:26 bare_knuckle: With all my force, I pull myself free from your grip, sit up on your belly and grab your nipples. One in each hand. And twist. Not a soft twist. A hard, brutal twist that I know will be sending shockwaves of pain to your brain.
18:42 Belly_Wobble: Expecting a headbutt that will hurt you much more than me. But instead you kiss me. Long and deep. Taken by surprise i loosen my grip. Allowing you to wriggle free. Sitting on my huge belly to tweak my nipples hard. Groaning and moaning in pain but the type of pain i love. Cock rock hard as this is what Powerlifter does to me when he gets on top of me as he knows it will make me cum. You do not see my hand pull down my shorts so my huge erection can standing up free as it is behind your back. Getting ready to drown you in cum
18:45 bare_knuckle: Not a scream of pain. Not a desperate cry for me to stop. No, this is a moan of pleasure. I can see it all over your face. You're enjoying it! "What the fuck!". I try again, this time with every once of strength my forearms can muster. The tightest of squeezes, the most violent of twists. And I look again at your face to see if it's having any impact. To see if it's having the impact I desire, not you.
18:50 Belly_Wobble: Oh Fuck oh fuck i yell as you squeeze tighter and twist violently. Suddenly with a cum roar almost as loud as Powerlifter i explode cum everywhere. Shooting high up in the air hitting the ceiling, Spraying it across the room covering you and me
18:56 Belly_Wobble: Exhausted i open my eyes and pull you down towards me wrapping arms around you in a gentle yet inescapable hug. Kissing you and thanking you then i fall soundly asleep. Snoring so loud it sounds like an aircraft taking off. Trapping you in my arms
19:01 bare_knuckle: I feel something hit my back as well as gloop raining down on me. I turn to see what's going on and my senses are immediately overwhelmed. Your huge cock. The cum everywhere. As my brain connects the dots, I realise I've become exactly what you wanted when this whole situation started. Your sex toy! I turn back to protest but I'm met by your gargantuan arms surrounding me once more and squeezing me painfully tightly, pressing the air from my lungs until I drop back once more to a state of semi-consciousness. I'm forced to sleep, you choose to sleep. And as the hours pass by, your grip lessens and I awaken more and more. Revenge will be mine. And it will be soon. And it will be brutal.
Published: 2025-12-10, viewed 86 times.
Apollo Dante
2025-12-15 18:29This ongoing saga involving Belly Wobble and his equally huge ‘sidekick” Bill just gets hotter and hotter. This is a new side of Belly Wobble we are witnessing here and it’s such a great story .,and there is a promise of more to cum! Great that bare knuckle is contributing so well to what’s happening here! Can’t wait to find out what happens next! Thanks for adding this here!
leanaussiemuscle
2025-12-14 10:27Oh man! This is so good! I can’t wait for the next episode… two giants vs one little toy?
Belly Wobble
2025-12-14 10:39(In reply to this)
That is episode 4 - next one is Bulk and Bareknuckle again
Freaker
2025-12-10 18:40. Bill, a massive powerlifter, finds a bound and gagged fighter in his living room, left as a "present" by his partner. What follows is a series of brutal and sexual confrontations as the fighter struggles for freedom and Bill asserts his control. The narrative is unapologetic in its portrayal of violence and sexual tension, making it a gripping read . The ending leaves the reader wondering how the fighter will exact his revenge and whether Bill will maintain his dominance. Thanks to share it with the members of THE HIGH TABLE
Max Freaker and the board
Young Buck
2025-12-13 23:43(In reply to this)
WTF …I never knew Belly Wobble was such a bully..but it was HOT to read it ..my kind of story ..
bare knuckle
2025-12-10 20:29(In reply to this)
Thanks Max. We have two more fights planed as part of this bigger story arc. And spoiler alert... Bill will not maintain his dominance!