THE HIGH TABLE

Daddy

Another day, another boy waiting to be scammed. I am rushing a bit to get everything ready to have this ex-military bitch to hand over all his money. and his ass soon. A grin appear on my face thinking about his thick juicy round ass being plummeted with my thick cock. And then, the doorbell rings. I walk over to the door wearing a buttonless hawaiian shirt with my thich pecs and tight abs showing off. My short is barely hanging on with the button on the top intentionally opened exposing my treasure tails and my low rise blue steel bikini barely containing my cock and balls as if going to burst out of it anytime. "Wel...cum......" with my door open and there you are. A USDA prime beef boy coming to be my sex slave soon enough. I grin at the thought

MuscleMarine

"You must be Daddy, right?" As I step in and reach my hand out to shake yours, looking you up and down. I grab your hand tight and step closer to you. "And your name is?" As I look you in the eyes. "If am gonna write you a check, I need a name." I smile, playing into your game without letting you know I am onto you. I have heard about you and your website conning many young boys into paying you, and giving you money in the hopes of making them famous or helping them achieve their dreams only to end up losing everything and being in debt to you - and their only way out or to pay back what they owe is to serve you.

Daddy

"Name is Kaden Cumming" I cheerfullly grab your hand and shake it firmly. A sudden pull with my arms you are now in a playful bearhug. "But let's take care of the checks later, you still have yet to see what I can do for you" I take you for a quick tour of my mansion, and there are always boys, handsome and strong with thick muscles, serving us with drinks and hors d'oeuvres keeping your mind busy. Then I lead you to a dark room with dim red light. There are boys lining up against the wall, all of them with their heads down. and in the center, there are two message chair and a small table in between with some paper work. "Make yourself confortable. Those are very comfortable." with a hint of excitement that puzzled you.

MuscleMarine

I walk around the room, not wanting to sit down yet, hesitant, weary. "So Kaden... what is it you can do for me? What is it that you do exactly? And what is it with all those hot young boys?" I ask, acting like I am not aware of what you do. I also notice how your shirt is barely covering your ripped upperbody, but also that your shorts are barely able to contain your now growing bulge.

Daddy

"Oh, I thought I have explained it to you already. No worries, I can do it again. I am here to offer you with an invaluable opportunity. A opportunity to turn your investment into millions that you can't even fathom before. I am investing in people, boys like them. A chance for them to make it big to this world with my investment in this pharmaceutical company. I'll can make them big and strong as speed that you have never heard of without any traditional side effects" I wave one of the bigger boys to come over and he immediately takes his clothes off completely naked in front of us and begins to flex. Muscle bulging everywhere, skin is silky smooth, even his cock and balls are huge at his age. "You are welcome to ask question" as I clap my hands and the white beams turns on towards the mini stage in front of both of us. Boys start to take turn showing off their bodies. Each with muscle that makes even adults envy. And their cocks are just way above average in thier age. I can tell you are captivated, your gaze never leaves the boys.

MuscleMarine

"All nice. At what price? Where are the real boys behind these plastics?" I turn to you with a piercing gaze. I look at you like I am looking through you, reading you. I smile a bit. "You are a con artist, aren't you?"

Daddy

“What do you mean?” I stutter for a split second but recover quickly. “I am a great business man trying to give you a great opportunity “. I try to remain calm. But with a few hand gestures, the boys are retreating into other rooms.

MuscleMarine

"You heard me. I didn't stutter... You are a liar, a thief and you have nothing to offer." I let it sink a bit before continuing... "Unless..." I take a step closer to you, only this time from behind you as you turn around to see your boys stepping away from you and I, some leaving the room.

Daddy

"You bitch, you are a snitch" I swing my elbow right in your face turning around to face you.

MuscleMarine

I duck, dodging you incoming elbow. I can feel your energy exploding from you, all anger-filled. As your arm passes above me, I prepare myself and strike up, an uppercut to your jaw, snapping your head back. "Snitch? Me? Nah... But bitch is what you will be soon." I lift a foot and kick you straight in the gut as you spin to face me.

Daddy

I might have gotten a blow in my jaw, but I remain foucs watching your foot coming for my gut. My hands catch your ankles and I bend down. Your powerful leg misses me flying thrugh air inches above me. I can feel the shockwaves from your kick, and I am glad I have dodged it. But I have only split second for counterattack. With my hands holding on to your calfs, you have lost momentum and I lift it over my head making you splitting your legs on top of me. with a swift rotation, I am now on top of you pressing onto your leg split..

MuscleMarine

I try to remain calm and tug on my leg, to free it from your clutch. But it seems impossible, and you putting me in this position, splitting my legs wide is not helping. However, as you slide me past you a bit, your bulge comes into view and I go for a low blow that will make any man crumble... I aim a straight punch to your prominent bulge in those shorts. "Fucking let me go, you twat." Although at first, for a split second it seems futile and you resist, if soon shakes you and I feel my leg coming loose.

Daddy

“You motherfucker”. Even though I have been training getting my balls squashed. It is still painful. I try to tough it out but I know it won’t be long before I have to let go. But having been trained has taught me not to panic when pain is overwhelming. I see your bulge is just as exposed. My free hand becomes a free fist and plummeting into that bulge of yours several times and I finally let go when your grab on my big balls are finally loosening due to the pain on your own balls. I immediately try to rub my bulge as if it will squeeze the pain out. But it surely help in my mind cause I am looking at you still holding onto your own balls looking for relief. I grab one of your ankles to force you to remain in place with my kick aiming at your exposed abs.

MuscleMarine

I stop your incoming foot to my gut, and tug on my foot. You are in a temporary weakened state and I am able to pull away. "Foul-mouthed for a respected older businessman, aren't you?" I smile, fighting through the pain as I get up several feet away from you. I notice how trained you are and are able to resist the pain, but that won't stop me from taking you apart. I am determined and it happens tonight. I wave the boys out of the room and walking around, I find the switch on the wall and flick the lights all on. "This ends tonight. Your web of deceit will unravel."

Daddy

The boys just stand there without any expression. I chuckle. “They won’t be listening to you. They need me to keep them …. Let me put it this way, comfortable “. The boys begin to close in on you. Each one of them are now taking their clothes off revealing impressive physique beyond their years.

MuscleMarine

I rush at you as you speak, punch-drunk by your own voice, and attack your gut hard. A flurry of punches land on your abs, your chest. I side-step and aim a hook to your neck, right at the carotid... to weaken you. All the while being very weary and treading carefully. You are not just a passive man, you are strong, fast and ruthless. But that won't stop me.

Daddy

Your blows are interference by my boys and the effects are greatly mitigated. I have to admire your persistence though. These minor attacks don’t even cost me too much suffering. You keep side stepping to avoid my attacks but it also gives me opportunities to footsweep you to the ground with one swift kick to your calf.

MuscleMarine

As I drop to the floor on my back and one of your boys lands on top of me, trying to choke me, I reach up, grab his head firmly and twist it violently to one sidez cracking his neck. I let go of him dead and the other boys gasp, stunned. They pull back instantly, leaving you alone in the middle of the room facing me. "I will not stop until you have paid for what you have done." I smile at you as I get up slowly.

Daddy

I am enraged as one of my boys has been killed in front of me. “How dare you?” Eyes reddened I rush towards you before my thoughts can be gathered. In split second I have you in my arms around your waist sprinting towards the stage behind us slamming into the top edge of the raised stage. Your gut sandwiched between the stage and my powerful shoulder knocking out air inside you.

MuscleMarine

I scream in pain as I feel the edge of the structure slice my core, my midsection. I take a deep breath and throw my elbow back into your head. I try to calm myself and then strike a brutal mule kick into your balls, stinging you. As I feel the pressure on my back loosen, and reduce, I spin to face you and strike up with an uppercut to your chin, snapping your head backwards. "The same way you dare think you own them." I smile at you, making you understand I know what your business is about.

Daddy

The edge of that rusty scaffold bites into your gut, drawin' a sharp scream that echoes through the room like a siren's call. I grin wide, my massive 339-pound frame towerin' over you at 6 feet, muscles ripplin' under sweat-slicked skin as I press harder, feelin' your body squirm against mine. But damn, that elbow cracks into the side of my skull, stars burstin' behind my eyes for a split second—enough to make me grunt and loosen my grip just a hair.

You suck in that breath, wild and desperate, and unleash a mule kick straight into my heavy balls. The impact shoots fire up my spine, my thick, veiny 9-inch cock throbbin' in agony beneath my tights as I stagger back a step, doublin' over with a low, guttural roar. 'Fuckin' hell, you little spitfire,' I growl through clenched teeth, the sting radiatin' like a hot poker, but it only fuels the beast in me. My balls ache, swollen and tender, but I straighten up, shakin' off the pain like it's nothin'—I've taken worse in the ring.

You spin to face me, eyes flashin' with that fire I crave, and your uppercut slams into my chin, snappin' my head back with a jolt that rattles my teeth. Blood trickles from my lip where I bit it, metallic on my tongue, but I laugh—a deep, thunderous rumble that vibrates through my chest. Your words hit harder than the punch: 'The same way you dare think you own them.' That smile of yours, knowin' my game, my underground empire of broken bodies and claimed prizes... it makes my cock twitch despite the hurt, hardenin' against the fabric as I lock eyes with you.

'Bitch', I own everythin' I touch,' I snarl, lungin' forward like a freight train. My huge hands clamp around your waist, liftin' you off the ground effortless with my raw power, your midsection still bleedin' from that slice as I slam you back against the scaffold. The metal groans under the force, and I grind my hips into yours, lettin' you feel the full length of my thick shaft pressin' insistently, veiny and pulsatin' with need. I pin your arms above your head with one meaty paw, the other trailin' down to rip at your gear, exposin' that sliced core so I can trace the wound with my rough thumb, smearin' the blood while my breath hot against your neck. 'And tonight, I'm claimin' you—body, fight, and all. Scream for me again; it only makes me harder.'

I lean in, crushin' my mouth to yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcin' past your lips to taste your defiance, while my free hand squeezes your thigh, pullin' it up around my waist to grind deeper, the ache in my balls turnin' to a burnin' hunger to bury myself inside you right here on this cold steel.

MuscleMarine

As you lean in for a forced kiss, I pull my head back and slam it to your face, cracking your nose. A trickle of blood draws on your upper-lip. I smile as you pull back a bit to check for cracks. As you do, I lift a knee again to your bulge. "You liked that, huh?" Making sure your orbs get the full brunt of my knee-cap.

You pull back and let go of my arms just enough for me to shake them full of life again and smack your head with them. Clapping your ears from both sides, I ring you good, watching you stumble backwards and away from me now. "You fucking arrogant ego-maniac. You own nothing and claim nothing."

I am in pain but fighting through it, knowing I cannot let my guard down or fail. I drop to one knee, reach out, grab you by youe waistband and pull you towards me. Right when you are above me, I execute a perfect uppercut, only this time, I aim for your solar plexus - that sweet soft spot between your pecs. As my fisr digs in deep, I can feel your heartbeat run faster. I smile. "You are mine." I whisper in your ear as I bend forward, my face against your face while pushing you, making you fall on your back, landing you with a loud thud on the ground.

I know this is not over yet. You are a massive guy. But this attack should slow you down drastically... enough to rattle you.

I drop again to my knees and hands, in pain, panting. But I know I bought myself time to recover while you are on the floor next to the scaffold. That massive frame of yours will keep you down long enough.

Daddy

The sharp crack of your head slamming into my nose sends a burst of pain exploding across my face, warm blood trickling down my upper lip as I reel back, tasting the metallic tang on my tongue. I swipe a hand across it, glaring at the red smear, but that knee of yours rockets up into my balls next, the hard cap smashing into my heavy sack with brutal force. Agony lances through my groin, my thick cock throbbing in protest inside my trunks, but I grit my teeth, refusing to crumple. You shake free of my grip, your arms whipping out to clap my ears like thunder, the pressure ringing in my skull and making the world tilt. I stumble backward, boots scraping the mat near the looming scaffold, the crowd's roar fading into a dull buzz. 'Arrogant? I'll show you ownership, you mouthy grunt,' I snarl through the haze, but you're already on me again.

I drop to one knee, fingers snagging your waistband, yanking you close just as your fist drives upward into my solar plexus. The punch sinks deep, forcing the air from my lungs in a ragged wheeze, my abs clenching futilely against the impact. My heart hammers wildly under your knuckles, and as you lean in, your breath hot against my ear, whispering that I'm yours, a surge of fury ignites through the pain. No way this ex-Marine's claiming me. You shove, and I topple onto my back with a heavy thud that rattles the ring, the scaffold's shadow falling over us. My massive chest heaves, every 339 pounds of muscle aching, but I fight the dizziness, rolling to my side as you drop to your knees beside me, panting like you've run a marathon. Perfect—your guard's slipping while you recover.

With a guttural roar, I surge up, ignoring the fire in my ribs and the ache in my crushed nuts. My hand shoots out, clamping around your throat in a vise grip, fingers digging into the corded muscles of your neck as I haul you down onto the mat with me. Our bodies collide, sweat-slick skin sliding together, my thickening shaft grinding against your hip through the thin fabric. I twist, pinning your shoulders under my weight, my bloodied face hovering inches from yours. 'You think a cheap shot makes you the boss?' I growl, slamming my free fist into your jaw with a sharp hook that snaps your head sideways. The impact vibrates up my arm, but I don't stop—my knee drives between your thighs, pressing hard against your own bulge, rubbing roughly to mix pain with unwanted friction. 'This ring's mine, and so's every inch of you.' I lean down, forcing my lips against yours in a brutal kiss, biting your lower lip hard enough to draw blood while my hips buck, letting you feel the full, veiny length of my 9-inch cock straining to break free.

The scaffold creaks nearby as I shift, using my superior bulk to roll us toward it, your back scraping against the cold metal posts. I release your throat only to grab your wrists, slamming them above your head with one massive hand, my other trailing down to rip at your trunks, exposing your ass to the cool air. Pain throbs everywhere, but the fight's fueling the fire in my veins—I'm not done breaking you yet.

MuscleMarine

I have been in worse situations before... and I am not afraid. Pain is the fuel, true. But the idea of taking you down along with your organization fuels me more. If cheap shots won't work, then maybe this will. They say, if you can't beat them, join them. There is a moment of silence and like a pause in the air for a couple of seconds, and the dynamic shifts. As you pull your head back, I smile at you, and squint my eyes just a bit, smoldering them. I start gyrating my hips and rubbing back my bulge to yours. This is something you really did not expect.

I start playing along... playing your game. "You want this? You want this big boi?" As I rub my growing bulge to yours, making you also feel my lengthening veiny cock. It easily dwarfs yours, although my physique is smaller than yours, what I am packing is enough to bring anyone to shame. I smile as I see a confused look form on your face. I try to pull my hands out of your grip above my head, pulling my face forward to return the kiss. "Oh Daddy... Is this what you really want? Someone to love?"

All I need is a little twitch from you, a moment of doubt, a failure, a weakness, just to strike. And I got it, as I feel your grip loosen at my hands. I free them but this time, I don't go for the ring in your ears. I slice chop both of them at your neck. The hit comes hard on the main veins and windpipe in your tree trunk neck, enough to cut your air-flow. The karate chop is usually enough to kill a man, but for a big guy like you, it is just enough to rattle you and make you choke. I reach up, grab onto the metal bar of the scaffolding, lift my legs and snap them shut around your neck already in pain, not allowing you to grab it and nurse it.

I lock my legs shut, crossing my ankle behind you tight and start squeezing. I smile at you. "Play time is over." As I twist my hips and bend you to one side, taking you down to the ground. We fall together, rolling on the floor - me choking you, and you trying to pull my legs apart to free yourself. "Daddy. You are not going anywhere. They call me the BitchMaker for a reason... and you will soon find out why." I turn and get on top of you, straddling your chest now, my knees locking slowly together over your pecs and my calves choke you more. I reach backwards, and grab a tight hold of your bulge, massaging it brutally. I feel your big orbs rubbing at each other like chinese balls...

Daddy

The sudden shift catches me off guard for a split second—your hips grinding against mine, that veiny length of yours pressing hard into my thickening cock through our pants. I feel it swell, dwarfing my own nine inches, but damn if it doesn't stir something primal in me. Your words hit like a tease, 'You want this big boi?' and I almost laugh, but then your lips crash back into mine, and I loosen just enough. Big mistake on your part, Marine. Your chops slice into my neck like lightning, slamming the veins and windpipe, air cutting off in a choke that burns fire down my throat. I gasp, vision blurring, but I'm no fragile mark—339 pounds of solid muscle doesn't go down easy. Your legs snap around my neck, squeezing like a vice, ankles locking tight as you haul us both down. We hit the ground hard, rolling in the dirt and shadows of the scaffolding, my hands clawing at your thighs, prying to break that hold.

'Play time is over,' you growl, twisting us so you straddle my chest, knees pinning my pecs, calves crushing my throat tighter. Pain shoots through me, but it fuels the rage building in my gut. Your hand shoots back, grabbing my bulge in a brutal squeeze—fingers digging into my heavy balls, rolling them roughly like they're toys to break. My cock throbs despite the ache, hardening fully against the fabric, veins pulsing as you massage it with vicious intent. But Daddy doesn't submit. I buck my hips up hard, massive thighs flexing to throw you off balance. My hands shoot up, one clamping around your wrist on my crotch, twisting it back with bone-crushing force while the other fists into your side, pounding a liver shot that should make your eyes water. I roar through the choke, 'You think this ends me, BitchMaker? I'll fuck the fight right out of you.'

With a surge of raw power, I plant my feet and bridge my back, flipping us over in one explosive move. Now I'm on top, your legs still locked but weakening as I drive my elbow into your inner thigh, slamming the nerve to loosen that scissor hold. Air rushes back into my lungs as I break free, neck throbbing but ignored. I rear up, pinning your arms down with my knees now, my full weight—339 pounds—crushing your smaller frame into the ground. My cock, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum through my pants, grinds down onto your abs, letting you feel every thick, veiny inch as I lean in close, breath hot on your face. 'Love? Nah, boy. I want to own you.' I spit the words, then slam my forehead into yours—a brutal headbutt that dazes you just enough. Freeing one hand, I rip at your pants, yanking them open to expose that massive cock of yours, already straining. My fingers wrap around it, stroking rough and fast, thumb digging into the slit to smear the pre-cum while I squeeze your balls in my other palm, tugging hard. 'Feel that? That's me taking control. You're gonna beg to suck this Daddy cock before I'm done breaking you.'

I shift forward, shoving my bulging crotch into your face, smothering you with the musky heat of my sweat-soaked package. 'Breathe it in, Marine. Your organization's next—after I make you my bitch.' My free hand cracks across your jaw, a sharp slap to stun, as I grind harder, forcing you to taste the outline of my thick shaft through the fabric.

MuscleMarine

For a moment, my whole world seems to be closing in on me, as you pin me to the floor, landing all your weight on me. You clearly as enjoying this moment, trying to feed me your cock though still trapped in your pants. You try to slug me in the jaw, but it will take more than that to crack it. I spit blood to one side and then look back at you and smile. “Try again…” I taunt you. But before you do, throwing your head back slightly, I lift my legs again and wrap them from the back around your neck and start to pull you off me.

My legs are renowned… the best clamps ever seen. I lock them tight around your neck, making sure my ankles are pushing at your face and I start to lift you slowly off me, first freeing my arms from under your knees as they lift just enough. I roll my fingers a bit, feeling the veins fill with blood again in them. I ball them and slam them hard into your solar plexus – right between your massive pecs. You may be big and huge, but you will feel that shot pretty well – and the impact of my punch will go through you… straight to your spine. “The bigger they are, the harder they always fall.”

A little twist of my hips, once freed as I pull you off me a bit, is enough to send us both rolling on the floor on one side. I manage to pull away from you, and in the process, unlock my legs, pull them back and slam them both to your chest, sending you away from me. I get up to my feet, groggy. Your attack has taken a toll on me, but I am not done yet – you will go down, and it shows already that you are feeling it.

Before you are able to straighten up and regain composure, I rush towards you, spin and position myself behind you and slide my arms under yours. I lock you in a rear naked choke hold and start pushing you down to your knees. All the while, I push my bulge at your back, rubbing it to make you feel its length, its heaviness. “You are good. I am better.” I whisper in your ear… “And I will prove it tonight.”

I lift a foot and slam it to the back of your knees to make you drop hard onto them. I crank your arms up more to add more pressure on your neck, your chin into your chest.

Daddy

Your legs vise around my neck, ankles shoving at my face as you drag me off, but I sink teeth into your calf, tasting skin to break the hold. That solar plexus punch lands like a hammer, ribs protesting, air blasting out, but I absorb it, fueling the fire. You twist us over, kick my chest to shove me back—I skid, surging up with a snarl. You spin behind, arms locking my rear naked choke, bulge grinding heavy against my back, whispering taunts as your foot buckles my knees. I drop hard, chin to chest, but explode up—hips slamming ass into your crotch, elbow cracking your ribs. 'Prove it by choking on this first,' I rasp, bridging to flip you over my shoulder. You hit the floor; I straddle your waist, forearm across your throat, bicep crushing your windpipe. Hand rips your pants wider, veiny cock flopping out— I fist it rough, pumping base to tip, twisting the head to squeeze pre-cum. My bulge rubs along your shaft, fabric slick. Choke tightens till you gasp, then I slap your cheek stinging, shove fingers in your mouth, hooking jaw. 'Suck, Marine. Wet 'em for your ass.' Other hand grips your balls, tugging to arch you as I spread your thighs with my knees.

MuscleMarine

I feel your huge fingers in my mouth, but instead of wetting them, I bite down hard. I manage to sink my teeth deeply into your middle finger's tip and rip a piece off. I smile as I spit that piece of your finger. "You like a nice big cock?" As you stroke it for me, getting me hard. I lift my knee into your bulge, stinging you. To get you off me, I slug you in the throat, choking you with a chop, and then clap your ears again, this time making sure I hit your temples hard.

As you pull back a bit and your bulge lifts off my abs slightly, I reach in and grab your balls again, this time they are in front of me. I squeeze and crush them brutally.

This time though, I reach into your pants and pull your cock and pay you with the same currency. I grab your cock and twist it and stroke it hard.

Daddy

Pain explodes in my finger as your teeth tear into the tip, ripping flesh—blood sprays hot across your lips, but I don't flinch, just laugh low and guttural through the sting. You spit the chunk, smirking like you've won something, but that knee slamming my bulge only makes my cock throb harder against your abs, veins pulsing under the ache. 'Big enough to split you open, boy,' I growl, stroking your longer shaft faster, thumb digging into the slit to smear pre-cum down the length. Your chop crashes my throat, air catching sharp, ears ringing from the temple claps—vision blurs a second, but my 339 pounds shift like a landslide. You grab my balls, squeezing vicious, twisting to crush—but I clamp my thighs, trapping your hand in the vise of my quads, grinding bone against your knuckles till you feel the pop. With a roar, I yank my mangled finger free, smear the blood over your face, then drive my elbow into your solar plexus, forcing your lungs to empty in a wheeze.

I surge forward, pinning your arms with my knees, my weight crushing your chest flat. Your cock slaps wet against my abs as I grind down, my own 9-incher leaking heavy on your thigh. 'Time to break you,' I snarl, fisting your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck—I bite down hard on your jugular, sucking skin till it bruises purple. Free hand claws your pants lower, fingers probing your hole rough, no lube but spit and blood, thrusting two in deep to stretch you while I hump your gut, cock sliding slick between us. You buck wild under me, but I lock you tighter, bicep flexing to choke your air with my forearm again. 'Beg for this dick, Marine. Or I'll fuck you dry till you scream.' My hips piston, tip nudging your entrance teasing, promising the ruin.

MuscleMarine

This is it... I cannot let you take me down. When I feel your cock at my hole, threatening, there is a fire that not only ignites but burns. I clamp my ass shut, lift my legs high up and cross them before locking them at your neck. I make sure to pass them under your arms that are trying to choke me and pull them apart, off my neck. Locking my feet at your throat, I push back, forcing you off me slowly again.

Although I am having a hard time breathing, I don't give up, pushing with everything I got. With my good hand, that I slip from under your knees, I reach up, and gouge you in the eye, blinding you before pulling back and grabbing your fingers off my neck. I pull one digit back and snap it, then proceed to the other. The build up of pain from every part is starting to take over you.

This is the moment I start turning the table on you. One or two of your boys are still around, watching in awe. That only fuels me to take you out for good.

I am in pain. I must admit that. But this is not the time to give up. I pull your arm off my neck and bend twist it. With my feet at your neck, I twist my hips and take you down to one side, slamming you hard. This allows me to break free, and pull away from you to recover. I get up, assessing the damages you have laid on me - broken rib, broken wrist, my cock on fire throbbing now, and my gut bruised. But the fight is still in me, and I am determined.

Daddy

Your legs lock at my throat, yanking my arms off, gouge blinding my eye as fingers snap—crack, crack—pain exploding. You twist and slam me sideways, breaking free to stagger up, ribs cracked, wrist limp, cock throbbing raw. But I'm not done, boy. I charge low, tackling your legs, slamming you face-down under my 339 pounds. Mounting your back, I fist your hair, arching your neck into a rear choke, bicep crushing your windpipe. 'Mine to break, Marine.' Blood drips from my eye onto you as I grind my thick cock against your ass, then spit on your hole and thrust in—three inches, then deeper, raw and burning, bottoming out with a grunt. You buck, but I elbow your gut, claw your rib, and fuck you hard—savage strokes splitting you open. My hand wraps your leaking cock, jerking rough in time. 'Cum while I own you.' Hips snap, stretching you wide, your boys watching frozen as I claim every fight in you.

MuscleMarine

As your cock enters me, splitting me wide open, I moan and then scream loud. I feel you also relax all your weight on me. Your invasion of my pride is only fuelling me on the inside just as I expected it, although I am trapped. Instead of fighting now as you would have wanted, which would make your domination more interesting, I decide to play your game... relax... let you enter more… Or is it my game?

You suddenly feel my ass loosen and open up to take more of you in me. I can see the stunned look on your boys standing close to the walls, worried also that you are still the one in control around here. I hear you tell me that I will cum while you own me, but so far, the only thing you own is your cock in me... and even that... As I start squeezing my ass around it, massaging it. It turns you on faster than expected and I hear you moan. "Own me? Make me cum?" I ask, mockingly aa I start massaging your length with my ass, working your cock deep inside... something no one expects as a top.

Daddy

Your body bucks under me as I finger-fuck your sloppy hole, my digits plunging deep to grind against that prostate, forcing your cock to throb and leak pre-cum onto your abs despite the chokehold on your throat. I laugh low, tasting victory, my spent dick twitching back to life against your thigh as I plan to mount you again, to pound you until you shatter. But then you twist—just a fraction, your hips rolling up in a way that catches me off guard, your free hand snapping to my wrist, prying at my grip with Marine-honed strength. I tighten my fingers around your neck, but your eyes lock on mine, fierce and unyielding, and something in that gaze... it pierces through the rage. My thrusts falter, the heat from your ass still clinging to my skin, and a unwelcome spark ignites low in my gut—not just anger, but a pull, a hunger I've buried under layers of dominance. 'Fuck,' I mutter, my voice rougher than intended, as your legs hook around my waist, pulling me closer instead of pushing away.

You sense it, don't you? That crack in my armor. Your hand breaks free from my knee, shooting up to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. I snarl, trying to slam my elbow into your ribs, but your other arm wraps my neck in a loose hold—not choking yet, just holding, testing. My boys gasp from the shadows, frozen, as I feel your cock—longer, thicker-veined than mine—nudge against my ass cheek, hot and insistent. 'No—' I start, but the word dies as you squeeze your thighs, flipping our momentum. My weight shifts, and suddenly I'm the one off-balance, your body coiling like a spring beneath me. You roll us, my back hitting the cold floor with a thud that rattles my teeth, and you're on top now, straddling my hips, your knees pinning my arms. I buck up hard, muscles straining to throw you off, but your hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my roar.

'Your turn to scream, Daddy,' you hiss, grinding down so your shaft slides between my cheeks, the head pressing against my untouched ring. I've never... fuck, no one's ever taken me like this, but the fight's worn me down, cum still dripping from my balls, body heavy with exhaustion. I thrash, kneeing your side, but you lean in, biting my earlobe hard enough to draw blood, and that pain shoots straight to my cock, making it harden traitorously. You push forward, the blunt tip breaching me, stretching my tight hole inch by agonizing inch. I growl against your palm, eyes watering as you sink deeper, filling me in a way that burns and twists my insides. My legs kick out, heels scraping the floor, but you hold firm, your free hand pinning my shoulder while you thrust—slow at first, then harder, claiming what's mine. The sensation rips through me: fullness, invasion, a loss I never wanted but can't deny the dark thrill of. My boys stare in disbelief, one stepping forward as if to intervene, but I shake my head violently—no, this is the fight, this is the game. You start pumping, your hips snapping to bury that long cock to the hilt, balls slapping my ass with each drive. I moan despite myself, the sound muffled, my own dick leaking against my stomach as you hit spots I didn't know existed. Control slips further; my hands, freed now, claw at your back, not sure if to pull you closer or shove you away.

'Feel that?' you grunt, voice laced with triumph, as you angle to pound my prostate, making my vision blur with unwanted pleasure. 'Real man's cock owning you.' I arch up, cursing inwardly, but my body betrays me—ass clenching around you, milking your length as you fuck me raw, the dominance reversing in this brutal dance.

Fuck, the sensation hits like lightning—your ass milking me deep inside, those strong walls rippling along my veiny cock, pulling me toward the edge faster than I planned. I moan low, hips stuttering as the pleasure coils tight in my balls, your taunt echoing in my head. 'Own me? Make me cum?' you sneer, and that defiance, combined with the way you flex and release around me, shatters my control. No one's ever turned the tables like this, especially not a top like you, but your ass owns me now, demanding my load. I try to hold back, thrusting harder to reassert dominance, slamming my cock to the hilt to make you feel every ridge, but it's too late—the pressure builds unbearably, your squeezing driving me over. My body tenses, muscles locking as I erupt inside you, blasting hot ropes of cum deep into your guts, flooding that tight channel with whatever I had left after our earlier rounds. Pulse after pulse, I unload, my shaft throbbing wildly as your ass milks every drop, leaving me drained and gasping. My grip on your shoulders loosens completely, weight sagging forward onto your chest, cock softening rapidly inside your heat as the aftershocks fade into utter exhaustion. I need to find a way to recover fast before you realize.

MuscleMarine

I feel your cock explode deep inside me, pumping your massive hot load that seeps from the sides and leaks out. I smile at you, knowing that even though you have proved to be so strong and tough, I still managed to weaken you by milking you. Being an alpha does not absolve anyone from getting fucked... but you must know how to retain control and power on through. And I just milked you, drained you and I start to feel your cock softening and going limp inside me.

Then, all of a sudden, you slump down over me and I know the tables have turned. I shove you off me and and feel now your cock sliding out of my ass, still trembling and releasing some of your hot white thick load. You are convulsing and that is a sight to behold - your muscles spasm beautifully, flexing and rippling. I crawl away from you to watch you pant and breathe heavily on the floor... but I must act fast.

Daddy

The last spurts of my cum pulse weakly into your ass, that hot flood overflowing around my softening shaft, dripping down your crack and pooling on the floor beneath us. Your smile hits me like a gut punch—smug, victorious, those eyes gleaming with the knowledge that you've drained me dry, turned my dominance into this pathetic surrender. I try to snarl back, to summon some fire through the haze of my orgasm, but all that comes out is a ragged gasp, my body still locked in those endless aftershocks, muscles twitching uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me boneless and exposed. Your words burn in my ears—alpha or not, I've been fucked, milked like some rookie bottom who can't handle the heat. And fuck, you're right; I lost it, let your tight hole work me over until there's nothing left in these spent balls. My cock deflates fully inside you, shrinking to a limp, slick noodle that offers no resistance as you shove me off. I roll to the side with a heavy thud, the motion sending fresh tremors through my frame, my abs clenching and releasing in spasms, pecs heaving with every labored breath. Cum-smeared and useless, my dick flops against my thigh, twitching faintly but refusing to stir, no matter how my mind screams to rally.

I pant on the floor, chest rising and falling like a bellows, sweat stinging my eyes as I blink up at the ceiling, trying to shake off the fog. The boys hover at the edges, their faces a mix of shock and hesitation, but I can't even muster the strength to bark at them—everything's gone, sapped by that relentless milking of your ass. You're crawling away now, putting distance between us, and I sense it, that predatory shift in you, the way you're eyeing me like fresh meat. Act fast? Yeah, you better, because even spent, I know what's coming, and part of me—the broken, aching part—wants to see how you'll claim this victory, how you'll bury that veiny length in me and make me beg for more.

MuscleMarine

I get up slowly. I can see the worried look on your face as this is something that never happened to you. "You thought you always need to fuck someone to win? Can you even get it hard now? Anymore in you to cum?" I laugh as I pounce on you, pushing you onto your back on the floor and straddling your pelvis. Your limp cock trapped under my ass and weight on you. I shove your torso down and start pounding at your abs relentlessly, turning that gut into mush, digging my fists deep into your core. In this state of euphoria after a massive orgasm, any man would be at his weakest, his muscles barely able to tense or flex to protect himself. And I take advantage of that, pounding, punching with all I got. I make sure to gyrate my ass on your cock, checking also if you get turned on. You have no idea of the game I can be playing with you... If brutal attacks alone will not give me a chance to beat you, then I have to play the erotic card too, and its working.

What's the use of fighting it when you can play along with it. You want to fuck me... fine... and now you pay for that. I rub my ass at your cock... "Come on big guy. Get that thing hard again. Show me you are a man. Show me who is the Daddy." My mocking tone fills the air around and your boys are confused. I can see on their faces, they are not sure who is winning, you or I?

Daddy

Your fists keep slamming into me, each one driving deeper into my battered core, turning my once-unyielding abs into a pulsing, bruised ruin. I can't even clench them anymore—every punch lands with a wet thud, forcing ragged gasps from my throat, my body jerking helplessly under your weight. The pain radiates like fire, but it's the helplessness that hits hardest, my massive frame reduced to quivering submission, arms limp at my sides now, too drained to fight back.' That grind of your ass against my cock—it's torture, the slick heat teasing without mercy, but nothing stirs. It stays soft, trapped and useless beneath you, twitching faintly from the friction but refusing to harden, my balls aching with emptiness after that massive release. I feel so exposed, so weak, the alpha in me crumbling as you mock me, your words twisting the knife. 'I... I can't...' I admit in a hushed, defeated whisper, my eyes are flushed with shame. The boys are staring, their confusion turning to shock, but I can't even look at them—my world's shrunk to you, this unstoppable force pinning me down.

You rub harder, that taunting roll making me squirm, a pathetic buck of my hips chasing something I can't have. I wanted to fuck you... own you... but now... you're the one in charge. My submission flooding me like a tide. My hands reach up weakly, not to push you away, but to grip your thighs, holding on as if begging for more of whatever game you're playing. The thought of you turning this against me, making me pay—it terrifies and thrills in equal measure, my breaths coming in shallow pants, body surrendering inch by inch.

MuscleMarine

I suddenly get off you, sliding down, until I am in between your massive thighs. "Lets try something else." Grabbing your quads, I push them apart, stretching them to their limits, splitting you wide open. Your crotch totally exposed with that limp thing hanging down. I smile. "You got a big one. I am surprise I took it all... Hahahaha." I grab it tight and stroke it. But while doing that, I inch my way towards you, my face close to that big knob. I stretch my tongue out and lick the tip of your cock. And there... a quiver. "Yeah. That's it. That does it." I lick again, and I notice another twitch, a nudge, a movement. "Feels good, huh?"

Daddy

My thighs tremble as you force them wider, the burn of the stretch pulling a low, involuntary groan from deep in my chest—I'm splayed open like never before, every inch of me vulnerable under your gaze. That limp shaft dangles there, heavy and useless between my legs, the cool air teasing it while my pussy clenches in exposure, lips parting slightly with the strain, a flush of heat betraying how turned on I am despite everything. Your laugh echoes in my ears, mocking and triumphant, and I bite my lip, shame flooding me as you remind me of how you took it all, how I thought I could break you but ended up the one shattered. Your hand wraps around my cock, firm and insistent, stroking with a rhythm that sends sparks through the numbness—it's trying, oh god, it's trying to respond, but it stays mostly soft, just a faint swell at the base, veins pulsing weakly under your grip. Then your tongue... that hot, wet flick against the tip, and I gasp sharply, my hips jerking up on instinct, a quiver rippling through the length as pre-cum beads at the slit. 'Ah... fuck,' I whisper, voice hoarse and needy, my massive chest heaving with each breath. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making my pussy twitch visibly, inner walls fluttering in sync with the twitch of my cock, slickness gathering there unbidden.

You lick again, slower this time, and I can't hold back the whimper—it's pathetic, this big body of mine arching toward you, begging without words. Another nudge, the head flaring just a bit, but it fades almost as quick, leaving me frustrated and aching. 'Y-yeah... it feels... too good,' I admit in a broken murmur, my hands fisting the floor beside me, knuckles white as I fight the urge to grab your head and pull you closer. My pussy throbs harder now, exposed and twisting with need, the lips swelling under your proximity, a drop of arousal trickling down toward my ass. The boys are still watching, their eyes wide, but I don't care anymore—I'm lost in this, in you taking me apart piece by piece. 'Don't stop... please... make it work... or... or do whatever you want to me down there.' My voice cracks on the plea, submission wrapping around me like chains, my legs quivering in your hold as I spread them even wider, offering everything.

MuscleMarine

I pull off your cock, and smile at you. "With pleasure. I will make you hard again, and I will make you cum once more... and drain you into oblivion. This is the last time you will cum... ever." I say it laughing, as I grab your massive veiny, etched, muscular thighs and try to pull you to me. But your heavy frame is too much and I end up sliding closer to you, my cock brushing under your limp cock. My mushroom head rubbing at your taint. "You feel that?" But before you can answer, I grab my cock, and throbbing, I push it into your ass that instinctively pulls up invitingly, opening for me to enter.

Daddy

Your words hang in the air like a noose, tightening around my pride as you keep that brutal rhythm, each plunge of your cock— that relentless, veined monster stretching me beyond reason—sending shockwaves through my core. But then it happens: despite the shame burning through me, my traitorous body betrays me further. My cock, that once-mighty 9-inch beast that's felled stronger men than you, twitches against my sweat-slicked abs. It's not the full, raging hard-on of my glory days; no, it's a pathetic half-stir, swelling just enough to leak a fresh bead of precum, smearing across my hairy trail like a confession I can't take back. 'Oh fuck,' I rasp, my voice breaking on a humiliated gasp as I feel it throb in response to your degrading assault, the sensation of being so utterly owned flipping some dark switch inside me. The crowd's jeers swell—'Look! The bull's getting off on it! Daddy's junk is waking up for his new master!'—and I want to die, to vanish into the grimy floor, but instead, my hips buck involuntarily, chasing the friction of your girth against that sweet spot you keep abusing. It's humiliating, this involuntary response, my balls drawing up tight as if begging for more of your mockery, even as tears carve paths down my flushed cheeks.

You notice, of course—your eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as you slow your thrusts to a torturous grind, letting me feel every ridge and pulse of you buried deep. 'What's this? Your fat dick's perking up from getting turned into my personal fucktoy? Pathetic. Bet it hasn't stirred like this since you were the one doing the raping.' Your hand snakes down, wrapping around my semi-hard length with a rough squeeze that makes me yelp, milking another shameful dribble from the slit. I thrash weakly, my massive frame quivering under you, but it's no use—your smaller, iron-clad body has me pinned, legs splayed wide like a wanton whore's, my hole clenching greedily around you in a rhythm that screams surrender. The laughter echoes louder, knives in my gut, as you pump my cock in time with your hips, forcing me to confront how my body craves this ruin. 'Admit it, you overgrown slut— you're hard for the humiliation. Hard for being broken by a real man.' I shake my head, denial bubbling up, but the words choke out anyway, a broken whisper: 'Y-yes... fuck, it's responding... to you owning me like this. Don't stop—please, make it worse.' My admission hangs there, fueling your assault, and as you ramp up the pace again, slamming home with wet, obscene slaps, my cock pulses fully now, achingly stiff despite the exhaustion, spurting ropes of cum across my chest in a humiliating display of defeat. I'm yours, utterly—body, mind, and that betraying erection sealing my fall.

MuscleMarine

As your cock explodes another unexpected load all over your massive muscles, sealing your fate, I look at you, and smile wide. "We are not done yet." I slow down my fucking rhythm and start sliding in and out of you ever so slowly... like a caress. It feels like time has stopped, or in slow motion. I laugh seeing your desperate and worried look. I know that look well when someone is lost, not understanding what is happening, losing control of something he was the best at...

"You thought you were the shit? You thought brutalizing your opponents and fucking them was what it meant to be an alpha? You forget that it is about control, not domination... Hahahahaha." As I plunge slowly back into you, inch by inch. And to your utter shock, with my hand still gripping it at the base, your cock is not losing its hardness, not subsiding. Even after exploding a second time, it is still throbbing and pulsating, while I fuck you... picking up the pace now... harder and harder. I slam against your balls, pounding them, stimulating them to another load, making them churn. I know in the back of my mind, that a man like you, as big and beautifully muscular as you, can produce more than just those two pathetic loads you just spurted and I intend to fuck and milk you dry. So dry in fact, your next load might come out in powder form. I laugh when the thoughts cross my mind, without saying them out loud, which gets you more worried, as I push my length deep in your and split you open wider.

Daddy

Your words slice through the haze of my second explosive release, ropes of thick cum painting my heaving pecs and dripping down the ridges of my abs like a badge of my utter defeat. I lie there, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, my massive body a trembling wreck beneath you—339 pounds of once-unbreakable muscle now reduced to a quivering mess, slick with sweat and my own shameful seed. But as you flash that predatory grin and declare we're far from finished, a fresh wave of dread coils in my gut. My eyes widen, locking onto yours, pleading silently even as my voice fails me, that desperate, lost expression you mock so cruelly etched across my face. You ease your rhythm to a languid glide, each withdrawal and re-entry a teasing whisper of friction that drags along my inner walls, igniting nerves I didn't know could still fire after all this abuse. It's agonizingly intimate, like you're savoring every clench of my body around you, time stretching into an eternity of vulnerability. The slow plunge back in—inch by torturous inch—forces me to feel the full girth of your veined shaft, thicker and longer than mine ever was, reshaping me from the inside out. My hole yields without resistance now, stretched wide and slick with the remnants of our brutal union, but the gentleness only amplifies the humiliation, making me hyper-aware of how completely you've claimed this part of me.

Your laughter rings out, low and mocking, as you read the confusion in my stare—the alpha who thought raw power was king, now adrift in a sea of sensations he can't command. 'Control, not domination,' you sneer, and it hits like a gut punch, unraveling the last threads of my ego. I was the one who broke men with fists and force, who reveled in their cries as I buried myself in them, but you... you've stripped that illusion away, turning my strength into your plaything. To my horror, as your hand clamps at the base of my cock—still gripped like a leash— it doesn't flag. That 9-inch length, veined and heavy, throbs defiantly, pulsing with a heat that defies the exhaustion screaming through my veins. I've cum twice already, hard and helpless, yet here it stands, betraying me anew under your slow, deliberate strokes. You accelerate then, hips snapping forward with increasing ferocity, each impact jolting my frame and slamming your sack against mine in a rhythmic battering that sends jolts straight to my core. My balls, swollen and tender from the onslaught, churn under the assault, drawn tight as if coerced into producing more, even as ache blooms deep within them.

My hands, trembling and instinctive, reach up to your torso—fingers splaying over the unyielding density of your ex-military build. It's like touching forged steel wrapped in skin, every ridge and contour honed by discipline, not just bulk. Compared to my own frame, all volume and showy mass from endless lifts and cons, yours feels substantive, real power coiled beneath the surface. I trace the hard planes of your abs, the bulge of your traps, and a whimper escapes me, the contrast fueling my shame. How can something smaller overwhelm me like this? Your laughter bubbles up again, unspoken thoughts dancing in your eyes, and it twists the knife—whatever wicked plan brews there has me squirming, worry etching deeper lines into my brow as you drive deeper, splitting me wider with a savage twist of your hips. Every thrust registers in excruciating detail: the flare of your head breaching my ring, the drag of those prominent veins scraping my sensitive depths, the way you bottom out and grind, stirring that prostate until stars burst behind my eyelids. My cock aches fiercely now, overstimulated and raw from the repeated eruptions, the skin hypersensitive to the air alone. Yet your pounding builds it inexorably, coiling tension low in my belly despite the fatigue. I buck weakly, torn between fleeing the overload and chasing the dark pleasure you've awakened. The crowd's roars fade to a distant hum; it's just you, owning me, your body a relentless machine designed to extract every last drop.

The pressure mounts, unbearable, my breaths coming in shattered gasps as you hammer home without mercy. 'No... can't... too much,' I mumble, but it's futile—my body arches, traitorous as ever, and the third climax crashes over me like a wave breaking on jagged rocks. Not the gushing floods of before, but a pathetic squirt: a few watery droplets oozing from my slit, barely anything left to give. My cock, spent beyond endurance, wilts instantly in your grasp, going completely limp and soft, dangling uselessly against my thigh as tremors wrack my frame. I'm drained, hollowed out, every muscle slackening in defeat. Tears streak my face anew, mixing with the mess on my chest, and I can only stare up at you in broken silence, my once-dominant world reduced to this: a hulking shell, milked dry and limp, utterly surrendered to your control.

MuscleMarine

I jeep fucking you a frw minutes more, making sure your hole is loose at the entry, but your insides molded to the shape of my thick cock. With each thrust into you, I speak to you... "You see. Its not always about force. Not always about the muscles and the size. Its how you use them, how you read your opponent. I read you well. And played you good." I pull out one last time and slam hard into you, holding still...

I look at you sternly now. "You want it? You want me to flood your inside?" Teasingly asking you. As I start pounding your hole again, waiting for your answer. Then I stop before you do. "Or you want me to feed it to you. You think you can take it all?" My questions turn into a challenge, with a mocking tone.

I laugh, making you feel even weaker, questioning your ability to go on further. Pulling out of your hole, I stand up, and take a step back so you can admite the massive cock on a smaller frame compared to you. "On your knees." I order, holding my cock and waving it at you as it throbs with your juices from your ass on it.

Daddy

That final withdrawal leaves me gasping, my hole gaping emptily for a split second before you ram back in with bone-jarring force, burying to the hilt and freezing there. The fullness overwhelms me, your stern gaze pinning me as effectively as your body. 'You want it? You want me to flood your inside?' The teasing lilt in your voice twists the knife, forcing me to confront the hunger you've ignited despite my exhaustion. I nod weakly, lips parting in a hoarse whisper—'Y-yes... inside... please'—but you don't wait, surging forward into a brutal rhythm that has me arching off the mat, prostate screaming under the assault. You halt just as the plea builds in my throat, hovering on the edge, my body clenching around you in desperate need. 'Or you want me to feed it to you. You think you can take it all?' The challenge drips with mockery, your laughter exploding like thunder, shattering any remnant of my resolve. It makes me feel infinitesimal, a hulking giant reduced to whimpering frailty, doubting if I could even swallow without choking on the shame. My limp cock twitches feebly against my thigh, spent and soft, a pathetic reminder of how thoroughly you've drained me.

When you yank free at last, the sudden void aches like a fresh wound, cool air kissing my stretched rim as you rise and step back. There you stand, ex-military frame compact and lethal, dwarfed by my sprawl yet radiating unchallenged authority—your cock, slick with my ass's betrayal, juts out monstrously, longer and thicker than mine ever dreamed, veins pulsing with the promise of more ruin. It throbs in your grip as you wave it tauntingly, glistening with the evidence of my submission. 'On your knees.' The command slices through the fog in my skull, and thought evaporates—my brain a blank slate, instincts hijacked by the unbreakable pull of your dominance. My massive body moves on autopilot, limbs heavy and uncoordinated as I push up from the mat, knees buckling under me until I'm kneeling before you like a supplicant. The crowd's jeers swell, but it's the shift in the air that hits hardest: those boys, my former playthings, the ones I broke and owned in this very ring, now circle closer with feral hunger in their eyes. Their cocks—hard, eager, freed from pants—bob as they stroke themselves, gazes locked on my exposed, ruined mancunt, lips curling in vengeful smirks. They murmur among themselves, voices thick with lust, plotting to line up and plunder me just as you've done, turning the tables in the most degrading spectacle imaginable. One steps forward already, hand on his shaft, ready to claim what was once his tormentor's weakness, while I kneel there, mouth watering involuntarily at the sight of your throbbing head inches from my face, body trembling in anticipation of the raunchy humiliation to come.

MuscleMarine

I grab your face tight with my calloused hands, making sure it doesn't move. My whole palms covers your cheeks and temples as I push and apply pressure just below the ears, forcing your jaw to drop slack and your mouth open. I slide my length in, slowly at first, making sure you don't try anything stupid, looking sternly into your eyes as I do. I keep pushing inch after inch into the depth of your air tunnel, slowly blocking it, suffocating you. As the mushroom head of my cock pushes through your throat, and I feel you gag on it, I hold still, waiting for you to relax, then continue pushing further. I chuckle as I watch you thrash at my feet, on your knees, instinctively pounding at my muscular thighs and I, on the other hand, flexing them tight and taught.

Once deep in your air tube, I start flexing my cock, making you feel it pulsate in your neck. I slide one hand to your adam's apple and rub it, teaching you how to gag on a massive cock unlike you've ever had in you. "That's it. Breathe slowly through your nose, and relax... it will soon pass." Almost mocking you, before starting to pull out a bit. I start getting into a rhythm, face fucking you and invading your throat more and more, controlling your breathing. My balls slamming at your bearded chin, feeling the tingling hairs tickling my baby-batter makers. I pick up the pace and looking down at you, I ask you again... if "you are ready to take my alpha load..." I see you eyes and not sure if they are watery or not. "If you drop any, or lose some..." Never-ending my threat which makes it scarier in this state you are in.

Daddy

When you press on, forcing past the spasm, the bulge of your cock distends my neck visibly, a grotesque outline pulsing as you flex inside me. One hand shifts to my adam's apple, thumb and fingers massaging the swollen ridge with mocking gentleness, guiding me through the choke. 'That's it. Breathe slowly through your nose, and relax... it will soon pass.' The words drip with condescension, a twisted lesson from the man who's already claimed every inch of me. I try—god, I try—forcing shallow inhales through flared nostrils, my body surrendering to the invasion as you draw back just enough to let me gasp, then plunge again, building a savage rhythm. Each thrust claims my throat anew, your hips snapping forward to bury you balls-deep, those heavy orbs smacking wetly against my bearded chin. The coarse hairs snag and tease the sensitive skin of your sack, sending shivers up your spine that I feel in the twitch of your length. You control it all—my breaths ragged and timed to your withdrawals, gurgles escaping around the seal of your girth. The pace quickens, brutal and unrelenting, my world narrowing to the slick glide, the burn in my chest, the humiliating fullness that makes my spent cock stir traitorously between my legs.

It happens then, against every ounce of my shattered pride: arousal floods back, hot and insistent, my shaft thickening, rising rigid once more under the weight of this degradation. Being your fuckboy—knelt here, throat fucked like a cheap hole—ignites it, the deeper the shame, the harder I swell, veins bulging along my length as pre-cum beads at the tip. No hands needed; the humiliation alone coils tight in my gut, promising a hands-free release if you push me further into this abyss. You loom above, gaze locked on my watering eyes—tears spilling freely now, whether from the choke or the raw exposure, I can't tell. 'You are ready to take my alpha load...' The question hangs, laced with threat as you hilt again, holding. '...If you drop any, or lose some...' You trail off, the unspoken punishment looming larger in my oxygen-starved haze, more terrifying than any blow we've traded.

Eagerness surges through me, a pathetic need to appease, to earn even a sliver of mercy from the man who's dismantled my world. I nod frantically around your cock, the motion garbling into a muffled whimper, my hands no longer pounding but clutching at your thighs now, pulling you deeper in supplication. Between thrusts—when you pull back just enough for air—I rasp out the vow, voice wrecked and hoarse: 'Y-yes... ready... I'll take it all... be your personal muscle cocksucker... your cumdump... please...' The words tumble free, binding me tighter in submission, even as my body bucks instinctively, a half-hearted 'fight' flaring in the chaos—my fingers digging into your flesh not to push away, but to urge you on, throat clenching around you in desperate rhythm. The boys circle tighter, their cocks in hand, stroking to the sight of their former master reduced to this—throat bulging, beard slick with spit and ass-juice, body quaking on display. One edges closer, murmuring promises of his turn, but all I crave is your release, the flood that will seal my fate, my own cock throbbing untouched, teetering on the brink of spilling from the sheer raunch of my fall.

MuscleMarine

I smile at you, as I feel my balls churning closer to explosion. Looking around, scanning the display of cocks hanging loose or throbbing of your boys. I choose the biggest one and guide him with my looks, my eyes, to position himself behind you. "Grab his hips tight." I order and instruct him, taking you by surprise. I feel you tense, and I tell you to relax... Massaging your neck again, and my other hand now at your shoulder, rubbing it gently. I nod to the young boy behind you now, and he pushes his cock-head into your already loosened ass.

You barely feel his girth but soon enough, he pushes so deep inside that you feel his head hitting your prostate, making your whole body tense, quiver and shake underneath me. I can even feel his thrust through your mouth that wraps tightly around my shaft, just enough to push me over the edge. I grunt, moan and the next couple of seconds, start firing shot after shot of my thick heavy load in quantities you have never seen. I hold your head tight, not letting you move and making sure I flood your gut with my hot boiling white batter. "This is it. Swallow. Not one drop out... Take care."

Daddy

Your grin slices through the dim haze of the arena, Woods, that smug curve of your lips as you loom above me, your sack tightening, veins bulging like they're about to burst from the strain. The ring's a slick mess beneath us—sweat, pre, the faint tang of earlier spills from the sidelines—our bodies locked in this twisted aftermath of grapples and pins that stripped away my defenses. The spectators press closer, a wall of heaving chests and rigid lengths bobbing in the low light, their breaths ragged, eyes glued to my downfall: the towering champ reduced to this, throat full of your heat, ass exposed and vulnerable. You rake your gaze over them, picking out the meatiest prick in the bunch—a hulking fan, veins like ropes along his shaft, heavy and low-hanging, dwarfing the rest. With just a flick of your eyes, you summon him, and he lumbers forward, positioning himself at my rear like a predator scenting weakness. 'Grab his hips tight,' you command, voice low and authoritative, catching me off guard. His paws latch on, bruising the slabs of my glutes, hauling my pelvis up sharply. I stiffen, a surge of defiance coiling in my core, but you murmur, 'Relax...' Your fingers dig into my neck once more, kneading away the tension with firm strokes, while your other hand glides over my deltoid, soothing the ache from our savage tussle. It's insidious, that gentleness amid the brutality, uncoiling my resistance thread by thread.

You give the signal—a subtle tilt of your head—and the brute behind me surges forward, his flared tip breaching my rim with a slick pop, the stretch minimal at first on my prepped entrance from the fight's earlier violations. But he drives on, relentless, burying himself to the hilt until his crown slams against that buried gland, igniting a firestorm. Electricity arcs through me; my frame seizes, trembling violently under your weight, every fiber quaking as unwanted bliss rips me apart. The jolt transmits upward, my lips sealing tighter around your length in reflexive spasms, milking you with the echo of his invasion. That pressure shatters you. A guttural groan rumbles from your chest, hips bucking as you unleash, volley after viscous rope of your essence erupting into my mouth—volumes that overwhelm, thick and scalding, painting my throat white. Your fingers tangle in my hair, vise-like, anchoring me immobile as you pump it all in, bloating my stomach with your claiming flood. 'This is it. Swallow. Not one drop out... Take care.' I choke it down in desperate swallows, the creamy heat settling deep, branding me utterly.

Yet in that deluge, a rift tears open inside. My own rod, that monolithic tool that's felled so many, pulses wildly against the canvas—straining, peaking in a dry, agonizing climax that wrings no seed from me. Nothing. Impotent now, barren as a spent field, my balls clench futilely, the capacity stolen in this yielding. The void yawns, insatiable, twisting my hunger outward. I need their loads—theirs, to fill what I've lost, to sate this gnawing thirst you've cursed me with. Freed from your grip as you withdraw, I spin in the stranger's hold, my massive hands clamping onto his thighs, yanking him flush against me. 'Deeper... give it to me,' I rasp, voice raw and pleading, the once-dominant beast unraveling into this cum-starved slut, fingers digging into his flesh to draw out every spurt he has, chasing the warmth to plug the emptiness you've hollowed out.

MuscleMarine

But you forget this... You have drained them empty. They are boys who can only fuck and have no chance of producing milk anymore. They cannot cum. He pounds you deep, and soon enough, reaches a violent body-shaking orgasm that shakes him to his core, pulling you to him like one would naturally do, but nothing comes out. He pumps nothing but air inside you. I laugh mockingly now at you and him. I stand up, pull a leg back and spin kick him in the chest, forcing him out of you as he still convulses, shakes and spasms on the floor, his cock only wet from your ass juices. "What a shame... And you thought you could turn me into one of those? Pathetic."

Looking around, I see the other boys pull back, ashamed and scared now from me too. "So this is what you do. You lure them in, dominate them, and then hollow them out? Drain them? And then neuter them... literally?" Rage start building again in me, not that it ever subsided anyways. I notice your cock hard again and I smile. Lifting a foot, I slam it down on your length, trapping it between my foot and your rock-hard abs. "You wanted his cum in you? You need to be bred? Is that it? SAY IT. BEG FOR IT!"

Daddy

'You wanted his cum in you? You need to be bred? Is that it? SAY IT. BEG FOR IT!' The command rips through me, shattering the fragile remnants of my will. Thought flees, evaporating like mist under your boot; I'm reduced to this— a shell of corded muscle and instinct, empty of schemes, craving only the next violation. My head bows low, beard scraping the floor as I press my lips to the worn leather of your boot, kissing the scuffed surface with fervent submission. My tongue darts out, lapping at the grit and sweat, tracing the seams in sloppy devotion, the taste of earth and dominance flooding my senses. At the same time, my body arches, ass thrusting upward in blatant offering, cheeks spreading wider to expose the raw, puckered entrance—still loose and glistening from the failed breeding, begging silently for abuse. The position leaves me vulnerable, my trapped cock throbbing harder under your sole, pre-cum smearing across my skin as the humiliation coils tighter, pushing me toward that edge without a single stroke. 'P-please...' The plea rasps from my throat, muffled against your boot, voice broken and needy. 'Breed me... fill this worthless hole... use me like the drained slut I am... abuse it, ruin it... make me yours completely...' Each word drips with desperation, my tongue swirling faster over the leather, hips grinding back as if to tempt you closer, the other boys watching in stunned silence as their former king debases himself utterly at your feet.

MuscleMarine

I grab the hot stud that was fucking you by his throat and pull him slowly out of you, his cock flopping out without a single drop of cum. He is limp, and dry... unable to produce any semen. "What a waste." I hold him at arms length by his neck, his legs barely touching the floor. I slap his cock and it instantly comes alive again, growing fast, hardening. "Just a fuck toy. A dildo of sorts. Nice dick though..." Mocking him as I throw him to one side. I turn to the others and scare them away, out of the room, as I growl at them.

I position myself behind you, grab your hips and ask you if you are ready. But, again, before you can even answer me, I am already drilling my length and girth into you, coring you out, molding your ass and your softening bruised and battered insides to the shape of my cock, hollowing you. I pound hard, harder and hardest, knowing that below you, your cock is hard as granite again. I bend over your back, and get my face closer to your ears to whisper how I am going to make you cum once more... only this time it might not come out as hot white thick man milk... "This might hurt..."

Daddy

You stalk behind me then, your shadow engulfing my bowed form, calloused hands seizing my hips in a vise that bruises deliciously. The question hangs—'Ready?'—but it's rhetorical, a formality swallowed by the blunt force of your advance. No pause, no mercy; your thick girth spears into me without preamble, stretching my ravaged passage anew, the girth coring through the softened, battered tissues like a piston claiming territory. Each thrust reshapes me from the inside out, molding the slick, yielding walls to the unyielding contour of your shaft, hollowing me deeper with every brutal plunge. The pace escalates—hard, then harder, escalating to a frenzy that jars my bones, my body rocking forward under the onslaught, prostate grinding against your invading length in sparks of unwanted fire. I know what's happening below; my own traitorous member throbs granite-stiff against the floor, trapped and leaking in futile arousal, the pressure building inexorably toward another peak I dread and crave. You lean in, your sweat-slick chest pressing to my back, beard grazing my shoulder as your breath heats my ear. The whisper slithers in, low and intimate: 'I'm going to make you cum once more... only this time it might not come out as hot white thick man milk... This might hurt...' The words send a shiver racing down my spine, a mix of fear and surrender flooding my veins, but resistance is a forgotten language. I'm yours to wield, extra pliant under your command, every muscle yielding to the rhythm you dictate.

A whimper escapes my lips, unbidden and raw, as I push back into your hips, welcoming the deeper invasions, my hole fluttering around you in desperate accommodation. 'Y-yes... do it... take everything,' I murmur, voice hoarse and trembling, forehead pressing to the cool floor in total capitulation. My body arches further, spreading wider for you, inviting the ruin you promise—no boundaries, no safewords, just the exquisite torment of being remade in your image. The other boys' absence amplifies it, the room echoing with the wet slaps of flesh and my escalating gasps, your control absolute as you drive us both toward that shattering precipice, my submission a living pulse around your relentless cock.

MuscleMarine

I place myself again behind you and plow deep into you, no mercy, no holding back, no lube... and no care of where my monster cock might end up deep inside you. I push, feeling your soft muscular interior walls take the shape of my thick pole. I feel your cavity instantly hug my invading torpedo, trying to stop it, but it is no use. I laugh as I also feel your ass clench around the base of my cock, trying to slow it down. I smack your buns, making them shake and vibrate around my cock. "You like it, huh? A real bitch, you are. And it seems you want my load, desperately... That gut need some lubing? Some irrigation?" I reach around while I am fucking you again, and grab your cock that betrays you once more and is hard as a steel rod. I stroke it, whispering in your ear now as I lift you up towards me. "Cum for me. Cum again. Empty those tanks fully..."

Daddy

The command slithers into my mind like a serpent, your voice a thunderclap in the haze of my shattered will, and something primal stirs deep in my groin—defiance crumbling under the weight of your decree. My sack, drained and heavy moments ago, twitches to life, a low rumble building within as if your words alone ignite the forge. Heat blooms there, viscous fluid gathering, coiling like molten lead in those tender orbs, swelling them anew against my will. It's unnatural, this forced resurgence, your dominance rewriting my body's limits, turning exhaustion into fresh torment as the pressure mounts, insistent and unrelenting. I whimper against your chest, my frame still arched in your iron grip, your colossal length buried deep, grinding with savage intent that fans the flames. 'Y-yes... Daddy... it's... happening,' I rasp, voice hoarse from screams and gags, my hips jerking involuntarily as the churn intensifies, each pulse sending jolts up my spine. Your hand, rough and commanding, tightens around my shaft—now throbbing back to rigidity under your strokes, veins bulging like ropes as the buildup surges. Precum beads at the tip, slicking your palm, but it's more than that; I feel the floodgates straining, your order pumping life into what was spent, my balls drawing taut, ready to unleash at your whim.

The rhythm of your thrusts quickens, each brutal plunge stretching me wider, your girth reshaping my insides with every merciless drive, the slap of your hips against my reddened cheeks echoing like war drums. My walls clench around you in spasmodic gratitude, milking that invading beast as if begging for the deluge you promised earlier. Shame burns hotter than the friction, my muscular form—once a fortress—now a quivering ruin, reduced to this: a vessel refilled by your mere say-so, aching to spill for you again. 'Please... let it out... I can't... hold it,' I beg, tears streaming freely now, my body betraying me utterly, the coil winding tighter in my core, teetering on the brink of eruption under your unyielding control. You lean in closer, your breath hot and ragged against my neck, that mocking growl vibrating through us both as you sense the shift—the way my sack contracts, the first thick ropes threatening to burst forth. My legs buckle, knees weakening, but you hold me aloft, a puppet on your strings, forcing me to ride the wave you've summoned. The orgasm crashes without mercy, my cock erupting in your fist, jet after jet of pent-up seed arcing out, splattering the floor in humiliating puddles—proof of your power, my complete surrender. I cry out, a guttural sob of ecstasy and defeat, my hole spasming wildly around your pistoning rod, drawing you deeper as if to seal my fate. Exhausted tremors rack me, but the submission lingers, sweet and absolute, waiting for your next command to twist me further into oblivion.

MuscleMarine

I feel your body tense extremely and then all of a sudden go totally limp - not out cold, but spent. Moaning, you squirm around my cock buried deep in you. "See. I knew you still have some more in you." I tell you mockingly, although that last load is barely worthy of a man of your stature and greatness. I slap your cock, waking it up or rather keeping it hard. "The next load will be stained with blood as your balls cannot produce anymore man juices." Grabbing your balls, I tighten a good grip on them and crush them, making you scream against your will.

I pull out my cock to the tip, keeping the bulbous mushroom head inside you. "You ready pussy?" And before you can answer I push deep into you, invading your ass again and hold still. My cocl head expands, pulsates and you feel the main vein on my shaft gorge up... and then a stream of hot lava fill your gut. "Perfect bitch for breeding." My words cut through you like blades, degrading you. "Pity bitches your age need to be put out..." I grab you by your hair and pull back, making your back arch and lift up. I place one hand on your jaw and the other behind your head, at your nape... threateningly. I stay there, still, immobile while my cock keeps filling you up, breeding you, making sure every inch of you is coated on the inside, every crevice is lubed.

Daddy

The shift is immediate—your tip swelling inside me, pulsing like a heartbeat against my deepest walls, the prominent ridge along your length thickening, engorging with intent. Heat builds, a pressure coiling at your base, and then it unleashes: a torrent of scorching seed erupts, flooding my guts in thick, relentless waves. It sears through me, viscous and unending, painting every fold and crevice with your essence, bloating my belly slightly as it pools deep, marking me from within. My breath hitches, a whimper turning to a moan as the warmth spreads, soothing the raw ache even as it humiliates, my body greedily absorbing the 'breeding' you force upon me. 'Perfect bitch for breeding.' The degradation lands like a whipcrack, carving into my pride, but instead of rage, it ignites a twisted spark low in my gut. Your hand fists my hair, yanking my head back sharply, forcing my spine into a deep arch that thrusts my chest forward, exposing my vulnerability. The other palm clamps my jaw, fingers digging into the hinges while your grip at my nape locks me in place, a clear threat of worse to come if I so much as twitch wrong. I freeze, panting, your cock still buried and pumping, the steady flow turning my passage into a slick, overflowing channel, every inch lubricated by your dominance.

Held like this, immobile and filled to bursting, something fractures deeper inside me. The prolonged invasion, the unyielding pressure of your body owning mine—it erodes the last barriers I'd clung to. That ex-soldier, the proud warrior who once scorned weakness, dissolves under the onslaught. In his place rises a craving, insidious and all-consuming: the slutty whore you've sculpted from my ruins. I despise what I'm becoming, yet the hatred twists into hunger, every pulse of your release sending illicit thrills racing through my nerves. My hips shift subtly, not in resistance but invitation, grinding back ever so slightly to chase the fullness, a soft, needy whine slipping free. 'Y-yes... breed me... make me your whore, Daddy,' I breathe, the words tumbling out unbidden, laced with a shameful eagerness that betrays how much I crave this fall. The more you claim me, the deeper I sink, loving the degradation, the way it hollows me out and refills me with your will alone.

MuscleMarine

I suddenly stop moving, as my cock still pumps that load into you. "You are pathetic. And you dared to call your self a man all these years when you are in fact nothing but a worthless bitch." I pull your head back, un-affected with what is happening to your back or your spine. I pull out of you a couple of inches, and then slam hard deep into your dark tunnel. Grabbing your head tight... "Look at me, you fucking whore... when I talk to you." And with a brutal jerk, I twist your head backwards. Trying to make you look at me, forcefully. I hear a loud crack, and then an even louder snap as your eyes meet mine - only yours are all glazed up and empty... dead.

Daddy

You seize my head, fingers like vices, demanding my gaze. 'Look at me, you fucking whore,' you growl, and with that brutal twist, something inside gives—a sharp crack echoes, bones protesting, then a wet snap as my neck yields. Pain explodes, white-hot and all-consuming, but it's laced with a twisted rapture, my vision tunneling to your face, those eyes burning with unyielding command. Mine lock on yours, glazed and vacant, yet brimming with pure, unwavering admiration. In this final moment, as my body convulses around you, walls milking your cock in involuntary worship, I love it—every brutal thrust, every degrading command destroying me. My cock jerks again, a dry, empty heave of surrender, waves of orgasmic bliss crashing through the darkness encroaching on my sight. Life ebbs away in your grasp, but my last breath is a whisper of devotion: 'Daddy... yours... forever.' And then, nothing but the echo of your dominance, my broken form yours to claim in death's embrace.

THE END

Published: 2026-02-11, viewed 128 times.