THE HIGH TABLE

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I'm sitting on the main mat at my gym in my gi. It's way after hours. The only time I could be sure that nobody would be here. Nobody, except for the four cameras directed onto the mat, at least. Alex, an underground stakes fighter without much formal training, but a lot of fighting experience, will be here shortly for a fight with me. We met last week at a self-defense seminar. He's a huge guy--over 300. He asked me if I thought I could defend myself against him. I looked down at my black belt, gripping it around my waist, and said that belts like this were only given to those who have proved they can defend themselves against less-trained opponents of every size. He scoffed. I love it when they scoff. I offered to prove it. His exact words to me were: "I wouldn't just beat you, little black belt, I'd strip you naked and fuck you while you were still awake." So that's the match we agreed to. The match continues until the winner fucks the loser in the ass--10 thrusts--proving that the loser can't stop the winner from using him as he likes. Loser's body is winner's for the night after that, and winner keeps loser's gear as a souvenir. Winner also gets the video--and the right to publish it or not. It's also winner's responsibility to make sure loser gets any medical care he might need after what I'm sure will be a rough fight. I'm gonna punish this muscleboy for the arrogance of thinking muscle and some fighting experience can make up for 20 years of martial arts training.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once again, a young man with a bunch of titles in various martial arts but very little experience... in anything. I chuckle at his suggestion but accept your rules. “If you’re so sure, then let’s do it,” I chuckle and tuck my already stiffening cock into my tight compression shorts. “Do you want to wait until we’re alone?” I stay staring at your face.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

"We are alone, Alex. It's time. You been fucked before? Getting fucked without lube is definitely not the best way to be introduced to anal," I say, rising from my seated position and getting into a fighting stance. No gloves, but strikes are permitted. This is gonna be...interesting. But frankly, gloves make striking more powerful--lets strikers hit harder without breaking their hands--and grappling weaker (interfere with grips) so I'd rather be fighting like this. I look down at your feet. See the trainers and socks. "You really gonna wear shoes on my mat you barbarian?" I ask.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Are you that sensitive? Seriously? My shoes make you feel insecure?" I chuckle as I spread my legs wide and place my hands on my hips to strike a perfect fighting stance. Before you can answer, I quickly spin around and throw a high roundhouse kick toward your chin. "I look forward to seeing your true fighting skills soon," I chuckle mockingly.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I weave under the kick. No announcement to begin. Tracking outside dirt on my mat. Fuck, this guy could at least be wearing wrestling shoes so he doesn't scuff up my mat. But whatever. I step in, flick a jab out at your face (not trying to make contact--don't like knuckle punches without gloves), transferring weight to my left leg, then I pivot, firing a spinning back kick to your gut.

DREAM BREAKER:

 I see your body reacting, going to a counterattack. You are so predictable, like a training manual of some silly self-defense course trying to kick my gut. I let your foot come close when I all of a sudden snap grab your approaching leg by your ankle, blocking your foot just a few inches from your target. I look at your face. "Boy, I thought you were skilled", I smirk as I lock your ankle in my armpit and kick your supporting leg, aiming the kneecap, hoping to take you down to the canvas.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

Fair catch, and you drop me easily. But I know how to break a fall. You're still holding my right by the ankle in your armpit. I roll back on my shoulders and fire a big up-kick heel first toward your face while you're still gloating.

DREAM BREAKER: "

Thank you", I chuckle as I see your other foot approaching my face as I snap a grab of that one too. Having your both ankles trapped I smile and spread your legs wide open. "You know what will happen now, right?" I can see that worried expression on your face as I raise my knee and hit it hard down into your.... abs! I stand up and take a few steps backwards, giving you time to recover. "Show me those skills you were talking about." I open my arms as if I wanted to hug you. "Come on boy.. do it!"

JASON LUNDQUIST:

Those are ridiculous reflexes, I think, as you catch the heel out of the air. I brace in time for the knee, but it still knocks the wind out of me, I feel one of my ribs pop. With this size difference, I can't take much of that. FUCK. You get off of me, mercifully, and stand back up. Okay. I stand, tighten my fight stance, and lead in--this time with Muay Thai. Piercing left elbow at your face, then spinning back right elbow at your temple.

DREAM BREAKER:

My head tilts back after your double strikes. My head is humming, dazed, as I try to stay on my feet, pretending your attack had no effect on me. I stumble backward until I hit the turnbuckle and straighten my back. "Not bad, not bad at all," I finally smirk as I rub my head and smile. I shake the stars out of my head as I lunge forward, wrap my arms around your upper thighs, lift you a few inches above the canvas, and carry you across it. You struggle like hell, but I couldn't care less. I throw your body down and spread your legs as I jump on your abs.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

You take the strikes, they hurt you, but they don't stop you. I hammer you as you try to lift me, bruising you in several places, but you still pick me up like a child. I guess, size-wise, that's about right. Then you slam me down into the mat with force. I exhale, I slap, but it's not enough to avoid being dazed for a second. By the time I'm cognizant of what's happening your heels are landing on my ribs. I feel three of them pop. I gasp. I can't scream because there is no air in my lungs. Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into? I try to cover up, to butt scoot back to generate some distance so I can get back up. Even with my grappling skills, I don't want a strong 300+ pounder on top of me.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What was that sound? "I hope I didn't break anything!" My voice is taunting as I get up to my feet, looking at you down on the canvas. "Did you get enough? I thought you had some skills, but I am afraid I didn't see any." I keep on mocking you as I place my sole on your wide-open spread legs, grinding your exposed bulge hard. "Don't tell me your cock is getting hard," I laugh loud.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

You grab my legs again as I try to flee, raise them up, and start grinding your shoe against my bulge. To my horror, my cock reacts to the treatment. I took...some stuff to help me perform for the finish of this fight. I know it makes me more...reactive. But to react to this--to being dominated in this embarrassing way? It's humiliating. I think of the cameras--of the fact that you get the video if you win to do with as you please. Oh fuck. I try to kick my legs out of your hands, but my broken ribs limit my efforts--I can't quickly get free.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Jason! Is that the best you can do? I thought you had some skills.", I laugh loud, mockingly, and finally leave your legs free as I see the outline of your cock through the thin fabric of your shorts. "I know what you want. Why didn't you just ask it? I could have fucked you without all this silly show. "I take a step back and flex my biceps to cameras with a big, arrogant smile on my face.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I get to my feet and leap on your back as you taunt and flex to the cameras. I immediately start to sink the rear naked choke. It's deep immediately. Tight. Your big neck resists the choke, but also means it comes on quick when it's in like this. "Gonna be hard to guard your ass from me when you're asleep you gorilla" I whisper into your ear, clinging to you like a monkey on a tree. I can feel it starting to take effect--feel you starting to weaken. I keep bearing down, waiting for you to fall.

DREAM BREAKER:

I stumble, pretending that all is good, but your arm around my throat is really digging deep, choking me, and cutting my airflow completely. My knees get weak and limp, slowly but without any doubt, as my vision is all the time more and more blurry. Finally, my legs betray me, and I fall down on my back as a log, crushing you between my 310 lbs and the canvas. As soon as we land on the canvas, I feel your hold of my neck is loosening. But I feel something else too. Your huge boner against my ass cheeks. I grind my ass against your bulge and lift my head up. With all my weight I hit the back of my skull into your pretty face.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

You fall back, and normally I could probably take it. But my already ruined ribs scream. My choke weakens. Fails. Then you're...rubbing against my throbbing boner. Fuck. No! I try to push you off, but fail to see the reverse head-butt coming. My nose is smashed to my face. I try to re-acquire the choke but you've moved. Turned. You're facing me now, on top of me, pinning me down. This is bad, this is really fucking bad, I think as my cock continues to respond to the feeling of us pressed together.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your cock reacts as I thought, getting stiffer, harder. Your size is surprising me, and I am not talking about your body. I roll around on top of your turning to face you as I reach for your wrists as pin them against the ground either sides of your head. I rub now my bulge into yours’s as my pec is grinding against yours’s. "Jason, where are your skills you wanted to show me?", I whisper as I lick your face

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I can't take your taunts. You're right. Where are my skills? I flinch as I feel you grind into my harder, then recoil with a whimper as I feel your tongue on my face. You're in between my legs--in my guard--I should be able to do something. But you're so heavy, and my core is so damaged, that I can't effectively move you at all. And you've pinned my wrists--I'm stuck here. If I weren't still wearing my gi, you could fuck me right here. I wouldn't be able to stop you. The...thought of you fucking me makes my stomach shrink in terror. It only makes my cock harder. Oh fuck...I'm getting kind of...close! I can't let you...I can't let you make me cum!

DREAM BREAKER:

Still staring at your pretty face, pinning your hot body under mine I slide one of my hands between us and grab the knot of the black belt around your GI, pulling your belt away from around your waist and opening your GI. "What do we have here?", I laugh as my hand starts to run along your abs and chest, playing with your nipples and returning back down finally sliding under your waistband until I reach you thick cock between my fingers. "Someone seems to be very happy".

JASON LUNDQUIST:

You release my left hand to start rooting around in my clothes--taking my belt, the symbol of my skill, off of me like it's nothing. I try to hit you with my left hand, push you off, but I don't have any power without my hips and core, which are pinned under your massive weight. I feel your...rough, thick fingers on my throbbing cock. "No....NO!" I whimper as you grab it. "Fuck!" I feel it growing in your hands, obeying you. I kick my bare feet helplessly, they swing a little in the air on either side of you, unable to reach the ground because your thighs are pressing my hamstrings forward, forcing my knees toward my chest. I have no base from which to generate any kind of power. I'm starting to truly panic.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Struggle? That´s your worst? ", I laugh and bitch slap your face as I pull my hand out of your groin just to pull down your loose pants below your ass cheels. "FUCKING HELL! Who could tell that!", I laugh as I see your incredibly thick, large cock rock hard jumping out of your pants. The crack between your smooth ass cheeks is almost inviting me to enter deep, enter to knock your entrance. "Will you let me enter or do I need to sneak in as a burglar?", I hiss to you.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I yelp as you slap me, whimper and wheeze as you pull my pants down. "Fuck!" I cry. You've released both my hands, but you're pressing forward now, and even hitting you as hard as I can does little with only arm strength. Still no power. And the force of you pressing down on me continues to rob me of the ability to breathe without awful pain in my broken ribs. I feel your hands...exploring. I feel your thick, heavy fingers near my hole. I clench, hard, as you ask whether I'll allow you entry. "Fuck no!" I grunt back at you, terrified at how uncertain I sound.

DREAM BREAKER:

I wrap my arms around your head, pulling you closer to me as I smile at you. All of a sudden I hit my forehead into your face, giving you a rough headbutt and before you have time to scream, I bury your face into the deep crack between my pecs. You struggle like hell at first, but soon your body tenses up, freezing into stillness as I slide my hand to your crotch and grip your thick cock, lifting it upright between our bodies. I pull out my hand, wrapping it around your waist, and place it on your butt, pressing your hips tighter against mine. Your cock starts to throb and leak precum as we grind our bodies against each other. "Someone is getting horny here", I chuckle as I feel my own cock growing steel hard between my legs.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I push and buck and hit and try to resist the inexorable pull of my face into your chest. I can't. You force it with machine-like certainty. My nose and mouth are glued nearly shut against your chest. The inability to breathe induces panic, I flail and kick, but it's no use. I have a tiny bit of air--I have to stop fighting, to limit the oxygen I need, until there's some opportunity to escape. So I go still. It's not enough--I still don't have enough air--but it might buy me a few seconds. Unfortunately, it meant I'm aware as you reposition my cock between us, and start to grind us together. I do nothing, trying to use as little energy as possible, while still getting too little air. My lungs feel like they'll burst. I'm getting lightheaded. But the feeling of my cock between us...oh fuck...no...stop....he's gonna...he's gonna make me...

DREAM BREAKER:

You’re trying to conserve your energy by doing nothing, but I know exactly how to get you moving. “Am I squeezing you too hard?” I whisper behind your head. “Let me make you feel a little better,” I chuckle, and suddenly shift my hips backward, taking hold of your cock again and pressing it down between my legs. I feel the thick shaft of your cock against my low-hanging balls as I press my crotch tightly back against yours and start rocking my hips back and forth, stroking your trapped cock while keeping your face between my pecs.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

As you start to frot me with your cock in earnest, I instinctively start to squirm. My tactical need to conserve my limited oxygen is overwhelmed by my ego's need not to be forced to cum in such a dominant, humiliating way. Not to mention, your actions are forcing more blood away from where it would be needed to fight, and toward....a different location in my body. Suffocation due to smother is not the peaceful, gentle slide into unconsciousness that a blood choke provides. It's horrifying. Even for me. The body reacts in absolute terror. I grip, hit, kick, feeling myself weaken as my whole body is deprived of oxygen. I scream into your chest. But my cock is getting all the blood it needs. In the grips of my agony my balls start to churn, my body tenses, and I blow my load between us, the feeling of pleasure mixed with abject shame and humiliation being my last experience as my cock continues to sputter between us before the world disappears and I go completely slack.

DREAM BREAKER:

A warm, soft stream gushes from your throbbing cock between my legs, lubricating my movements and making them even faster. My massive hands squeeze your buttocks possessively until I slide my other hand between your tight ass cheeks and run my fingers to rub your wrinkled, soft entrance. Your cock twitches again, still captive between my thick thighs as I thrust a couple of my fingers inside your narrow canal. I curl them inside your tunnel toward your balls, soon finding that soft, sweet spot of yours and taking it between my fingertips. I rub it insistently and whisper, “Give me all of it, I want your balls empty,”

JASON LUNDQUIST:

When you release my head, grabbing my ass, I'm no longer suffocating. My unconscious body breathes. After a few seconds I become aware again, starting with the feeling of my cock still pumping out the dying spurts of the orgasm you just forced. The horrible realization of where I am, of what is happening. The exhaustion of suffocation mixed with the exhaustion of orgasm, the pain in my ribs, your massive weight, all conspire to keep me still for a few seconds. I should move. I should fight. Why am I not fighting? I try not to make a sound, trying to keep you unaware that I'm awake, but I choke on a breath, my eyes starting to fill. This...can't be happening.

DREAM BREAKER:

When I feel your cock stop erupting, when the very last drop of your seed falls between us, I let go of you, open my thighs to free your cock, and let your face emerge from between my pecs. I step back, smirking, and look at your exhausted form. “Do you remember where we left off before your moment of tenderness?” I chuckle sarcastically, pushing you back by your chest. You should see yourself: hair a mess, face red, and cock semi-erect, soaked in your cum. “Is there any man left in you to fight, to show off those skills you were bragging about?”

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I don't know the answer to that question. You've already demonstrated you could put me out. In a fight, that means you could kill me. Or....fuck me. At least while I'm unconscious. And you made me disgrace myself. But you haven't fucked me yet. The match isn't over. You back off. Stand. I follow suit, pulling my compression shorts back up. Wiping the....evidence of my disgrace off myself with my gi pants, which I discard. My belt is on the mat where you left it after removing it. I pull off my jacket, leaving me just in my underwear. I get into a fighting stance. I come forward, firing 1-2 palm strikes at your head. They are only a distraction. The real attack, which I hide well, is the left side kick to your knee. Trying to instantly hyperextend the joint and blow your knee out.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Oh, fuck!" I yell as I realize your feint has worked perfectly. Your kick hits the side of my knee, a little higher than you might have aimed. I scream like a wounded beast and fall to one knee in front of you. If your kick had hit the side of my shin, you would most likely have succeeded in breaking or dislocating it. A satisfied look spreads across your face when you see what your tactic has achieved—you’ve brought a big man to his knees. But if it’s up to me, your joy will be short-lived. I lunge forward, wrapping my long arms around your ankles, trying to make you lose your balance and fall down onto the canvas.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I sprawl, hard, trying to avoid the takedown. It's textbook. Perfect. But you're tall, and fucking insanely strong. I can't tell if it's gonna work. I'm driving your head down with my chest, hanging on your neck, my hips driving down, my legs shooting as far back as they can reach. I'm holding grips which, if your chest were smaller, might give me a front headlock. Your hands remain glued to my legs, sliding up my ankles to my knees, despite my efforts. The only question is, can you push in and through, despite the wall that is my hips and the force of my sprawl, to finish the takedown. Almost nobody could. But at this moment, I don't know if you're one of the few who can.

DREAM BREAKER:

You’re skilled and have mastered martial arts, but sometimes the laws of physics matter more than technique. In the end, weight and height do make a difference. You try to push me down, and that’s fine by me. I let you advance triumphantly until I feel your head far behind my back. “Can you fly?” I mutter beneath you as I suddenly rise from the ground, lifting you up and holding you on my shoulders. I feel your body tremble as you realize what’s about to happen. “Fly, Jason!” I chuckle as I slam you down onto the canvas with force.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

I feel that weightlessness of being lifted and my heart sinks. I try to avoid getting fully lifted but you're standing, with me on your shoulders, before I can do anything. And it's...a long way down. My stomach shrinks again just before you launch me. I manage to tuck my head, slap, break-fall correctly, and so avoid head trauma, but despite that my body explodes with pain as I land, all my injured ribs, and my increasingly sore back, screaming for relief. I scream too, the pain is so intense. Fuck. FUCK. This isn't a fucking fight. You got...too much damage in too quickly. I start try to scramble to my feet, falling the first time I try from the pain, hoping I can get up before your 300+ pounds is on top of me again.

DREAM BREAKER:

I jump down on top of you as you hook your legs around me, trying to block my body from slamming into you. I fall between your legs, gripping your ankles with my big hands, lifting them up and bending them toward your head. Your bare bubble butt is right in front of me, as if welcoming me. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I wink at you. “Now might be a good time to show me your skills.” Despite the humiliating situation, your cock still hangs stiff, pointing toward your abs as I push my hips closer. “This won’t hurt for long,” I whisper, thrusting my throbbing cock inside you. Your thin, soft inner walls immediately wrap around my shaft as your sphincter clenches around the base of my cock in panic.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

You're on top of me...between my legs...before I get back up. We call this position full guard in BJJ, because having your legs around a guy still gives you some control and the ability to attack. That makes this more humiliating. You're not just proving I can't defend myself, you're proving my martial art is a lie, at least when it comes to you. You stack me forward and strip my compression shorts--my last line of defense to the win condition of this...massacre of a match. You pull down your own shorts, revealing your gigantic tool. No....no no no no! I try my skills, the ones you're mocking--try to drag an arm for an armbar, secure a triangle choke, move you for a sweep. You're too strong. Too big. I'm in too much pain. I actually....can't defend myself. I feel your massive cockhead at my hole. I clench, hard. I feel you shove your way through. I scream as you go in, the pain is horrifying. I clench around your cock over and over. Kick my legs uselessly. Slap and push and punch and try to get you off me. I can't.

DREAM BREAKER:

"You know, Jason, I love it when they struggle," I hiss and pull my cock almost out of your ass, leaving just my cock head inside. "Now stud, count my thrusts.. one by one. Are you ready? I will help you" , I chuckle and thrust my hips forward, making my cock to enter all the way until my balls , deep inside of your panicking canal. "ONE". I repeat the same move.. "Two - From now on you count them for me!". I pull out my cock leaving just my cock head inside your ass as I thrust it all back, deep into your bleeding tunnel.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

After the initial scream, I can barely make a sound as you fill me--the most I manage is some panicked squeaks. The pain is horrifying. But it's...doing something to my cock, too. Slamming into my prostate. Hardening me again. You demand I count the thrusts, count out my own...official...defeat. I don't want to. But this hurts so fucking much and...we're alone here. I'm worried about what you might do if I refuse. You drive in again and I wheeze, sobbing "th...threeuur..three..." My cock responds to my own abject submission, hardening as I count for you. But the count...is not dishonorable. It's just a recognition of the truth. And the truth is, you are fucking me, and there's nothing I can do about it. But I keep trying. I push hard on your face as you go in for the fourth time. You don't move. "F..f..f..f..our...FOOURRR!" I count as a spasm of pain hits me as you drive through my resistance roughly and my ribs react. I try to drive you away with my hamstrings and shoulder-walk back, to get you...out...of me, but the attempt hurts and I do not move at all. "FIVE....ughgh five five," I repeat as you hit the prostate again and another surge of pleasure mixes with the intolerable pain.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your inner walls start to tear, and I feel warm fluid around my shaft, lubricating my thrusts and making them even faster. My cock pulses wildly inside you, eager to unload my thick, creamy load deep inside you, to mark you with my seed. I grab your ass cheeks, spreading them wider so I can drive even deeper inside you with my sixth thrust. My balls rise up in my low-hanging sack as they start to get ready to send my load on its way, deep inside you. “Seven…”

"Seven," I spread your legs wider and wider, almost into a split, as I thrust my cock—now throbbing uncontrollably—deep into you... "Count my thrusts! Two more and you’ve lost the match. . . and then. . .", a sly smile on my sweaty face, I drill deep into your trembling body, slamming the thick, mushroom-shaped head of my cock into your joy nut.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

"S.....seven....." I whisper as you count. You remind me how close you are--how close to winning--and I realize the thought that I might win this match disappeared long ago. Still, the reality of it hits me like a train. I'm yours for...hours after this, if I can't break this hold and escape. Again I struggle, hard, trying to free myself. I can't take hours of this. I can't take another minute of this. Your eighth thrust feels like I'm being impaled it's so forceful. I try to count it, try to say the number, but no sound comes out. I try again, barely force it out as a harsh whisper right as you drive nine home. "NINE!" I scream, feeling you hit the prostate so hard I feel like my cock might explode. I'm sobbing now. One more and I'm yours. And...you get the video of this. The right to release it. I'm sure you'll show everyone. Everyone will know what happened here.

DREAM BREAKER:

My movements stop as I pull my shaft out of your collapsed tunnel. Our eyes meet, and no words are needed anymore. I smile at you, the victor, both of us knowing what’s about to happen. “Come with me,” I murmur as you close your eyes, preparing for the inevitable. “TEN,” I shout like a caged beast and thrust my flesh-sword into your pulsing opening. My cock swells inside you as I scream, writhing on top of you, erupting inside you with a conquistador’s fervor, conquering your blood-soaked insides with my seed. I collapse on top of you, exhausted, feeling something wet and warm pulsing against your abs.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

Your control is so complete, and your final drive into my prostate so powerful, that I can't resist your command, even if I still had the thought of trying. Knowing I've been defeated, and defeated so completely, and knowing that the final sign of that defeat will be my cock erupting, is a shame I may never recover from. I blast all over my chest, despite my earlier load, my cock spasming so hard it hurts. I can't stop it, it just keeps spurting while you stay in me. In the seconds that follow, there is a stillness. The pleasure chemicals were masking the pain a little bit--and that effect is starting to diminish. And the shame only intensifies as my mind reclarifies. After a long moment I whisper something deeply painful. "You were right, Alex," I start, then I swallow hard. "I couldn't defend myself." I'm silent for another moment. I let out a shuddering breath. Then: "Use the video how you want...but please don't send it to my brothers."

DREAM BREAKER:

Smiling, I listen to you, watching your embarrassed and perhaps worried face without saying a word. Instead, I move my hips backward, pulling my cock out of your leaking ass, and lick your abs, gathering a good amount of your warm cum into my mouth with my tongue. I look mischievously into your eyes, freeing your legs as I crawl up until my face is staring at you. Still silent, I press my lips against yours, releasing a soft, velvety snowball into your mouth. “You taste good, young man,” I chuckle as I pull my head back. “Calm down, man, there’s no need to worry,” I whisper, hitting my forehead hard against yours, giving you a strong headbutt and getting up. You look dazed as I bend down, wrapping my arms around you and lifting your naked body onto my shoulders. “Your brothers are going to love the video. They might even jerk off while watching it,” I chuckle and slap your bare buttocks as I carry you out of the cage into your private locker room.

JASON LUNDQUIST:

After the headbutt, I'm barely conscious as you lift me. But I do hear you say my brothers will love the video. I feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I'm carried out of the room. Broken. Defeated. Helpless.

DREAM BREAKER:

A few hours had to pass, at least, during which I fucked you in the mouth, armpit, and ass several times, filling and covering your body with my thick cum. I’m not even sure if you were still conscious during that last rough fuck. Finally, I tied your hands and feet spread wide open to the legs of the bench, waiting until your brother or perhaps one of your young students would find you in a rather embarrassing position, every one of your openings leaking my seed. "What a pleasant evening at the gym", I said to myself as I left the place cheerfully whistling.

Published: 2026-05-17, viewed 103 times.