TITANS, MONSTERS, AND LEGENDS

GODLING:

I’ve traveled to countless towns in search of him, but every lead has turned to dust. Now, I stand at the edge of the most remote, rural town I’ve ever seen—another dead end, I assume. I don’t expect to find anything here, but after weeks on the road, I need shelter for the night. As I wander through the quiet streets, I hear a townsman whispering about a murder in the forest just last night. I stop, drawn in. They speak of a legend—a man in the woods who castrates and kills men for pleasure. It’s not the first such killing, they say. The details are brutal, the pattern chillingly familiar. It could be him. It’s a long shot, but I’m desperate. I’ll turn over every stone, no matter how insignificant, if it means I might finally find a trace. Before night falls, I rest, conserving what little energy I have. When the sun finally sinks, I step into the forest, dressed only in my compression shorts and tight shirt. The deeper I go, the calmer it becomes. Moonlight spills through the trees, casting a soft glow on my path. I reach a small meadow, where the night sky stretches open above—clear, vast, and silent.

DREAM BREAKER: In the dark forest, the sound made by the grass and tree leaves is different when a man walks among them. That sound is different from the rustling caused by the wind or the movement of animals. I crouch behind the bushes before my 6'5" frame is noticed and remain silent, observing the newcomer. An Asian warrior, a mage, or a bounty hunter? I am not sure until the man stops in the clearing, the moonlight turning his skin almost silver. I can feel his blood coursing through his veins, hear his heartbeat, and the scent carried by the air tells me he is a man of high caliber. Even the darkness cannot hide the bulge in the front of his pants, a testament to his powerful loins. A perfect victim whose power will increase my own, whose seed and soul will feed my endless, insatiable hunger. I rise silently to my feet behind you, placing my hands on your neck. "Are you lost, stranger?", my whisper echoes like thunder in the quiet forest. 

GODLING:

As I gaze up at the night sky, I sense someone behind me. But I don't move. I remain still, even as you draw nearer. Then I feel it: your hand on the back of my neck, firm and possessive, as though you've claimed your prey. I scoff quietly at the thought, refusing to show fear. When you speak, my suspicions are confirmed—it's not him. Disappointment settles in my chest, but still... "I am not lost. I am where I intend to be," I reply coolly, turning to face you despite your grip. I want you to see that I don't consider you a threat. Now we're face to face. You're a man clad only in a loincloth, your body carved and hardened by a life in the wild. But what stands out most is the obscene bulge straining against the fabric, impossible to ignore. Beyond that, I catch your scent: cum and blood, unmistakable and raw. "Interesting..." I murmur, reaching up to grip your neck in return. I pull you closer until our faces are barely an inch apart, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. "You're the legend the town whispers about. Hah. Seems like you're just another man I've met. Nothing special. All for show," I say, my voice low and cutting as I stare directly into your eyes.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Legend? Is that what they say?", my own low guttural voice echoes in the silent night as our bulges are rubbing each other. There is definitely something different in you than in those other guys. We keep on staring each other in the eyes, none of us willing to show any weakness. "Interesting, since he should know he will soon be less man", my thoughts are crossing my mind as I all of the sudden hit my forehead into your face and slide my hand between your legs grabbing a tight squeeze of your bulge. "Fertil balls, Sperm flowingin his cords", I confirm to myself as I twist your trapped nuts. "You shouldn´t have come, stranger. Now you will never leave the forest".

GODLING:

I smirk at you, and before I can respond, you slam your forehead into my face. My head snaps back, vision blurring for a moment, but my grip on your neck holds firm, absorbing some of the blow. I shake my head to clear it, but then I feel your hand—rough and merciless—grab and grope my balls before twisting them hard. Pain shoots through me, sharp and vicious, forcing a wince from my lips. "ARGH! You fucking bitch..." I growl through gritted teeth. Rage floods my system. I drive my knee upward, slamming it into your exposed balls with brutal force. Before you can recover, I yank your head down and smash your face against my forehead—a headbutt returned with equal violence. I glare at you, breathing hard. "I definitely won't leave this forest until I truly make you a mere legend."

DREAM BREAKER:

Confused and surprised I stumble back, trying to stay on my feet after your devastating knee shot into my balls. Taste of blood in my mouth, slightly dizzy as I straighten my back, holding my aching ball, seeing if they are still entire. They are still there, swollen and sensitive. I couldn´t take too many of those so need to act fast. "Who the fuck are you and what are you looking for?", I finally manage to mumble as take some distance to you to see you better. You are wearing very tight shorts that are revealing all details of your manhood. Manhood I want to consume, take a way from you, destroy. I fill my lungs with air and aim right hook into your guts as my big knee is on it´s way between your legs.

GODLING:

As you stumble back, creating some distance, I strip off my shirt without hesitation—no time for modesty, only survival. I’ll make this quick. You ask me who I am and what I’m looking for. "I am Jin," I reply, voice steady, "and as for what or who I’m looking for—none of your business." As I speak, your eyes flicker to my massive bulge, then dart back to my face—before you go on the offensive. I go on the defensive, stepping back to dodge your right hook, then shifting my hips to avoid your knee aimed at my groin. Instead, your knee slams into my flexed abs. I grunt, the impact jarring, but I hold firm. My hands snap out, grabbing your knee, then I kick your only foot on the ground, sending you crashing onto your back. "You are done for..." I hiss. I raise my foot, stomp then press he heel of my foot down hard onto your manhood, grinding it into the earth. I lift your other leg, pinning you, ensuring you feel every ounce of pressure.

DREAM BREAKER:

I squirm on the soil like some snake who´s head was just ripped off, in pain as my roars are echoing in the dark forest. You are not hesitating with your attacks but go for the most sensitive point of my giant body, want to destroy what makes me a man. For some odd reason that has always caused me an instant boner and this time is no exception. My cock grows steel hard under my loincloth as I try desperately find a way to save my jewels. I grab a tight firm hold of your ankle and twist it violently making you to lose your balance and fall down. For a moment my nuts are free from your attack but I know that situation might not last long. As soon as you fall on top of me I wrap my arms around you, sweating from the pain in my balls, as I roll us around, ending on top of you. I don´t wait, I don´t warn you as I hit my knee between your legs crushing your precious stoned under my kneecap as my hands wrap around your throat. "I will make you to pay the fee all men must pay entering into my forest".

GODLING:

I smirk as I feel your cock growing hard under my foot. "Looks like you are liking it, bitch," I taunt, pressing down even harder, determined to crush you. But then you grab my foot and yank it with brutal force. I lose my balance, falling on top of you. Our muscular bodies slam together. My eyes widen—this is not how it was supposed to go. Before I can react, you wrap your arms around me, pulling me tight, then roll us in a desperate scramble. You end up on top, pinning me down. Shit. Before I can push you off, your knee drives into my orbs. I gasp, a raw, guttural roar tearing from my throat. "FUCK!" I jolt beneath you, pain flaring through my body—but then I feel it: your grip around my neck. You choke me. The pain is blinding, but something else surges—blood rushes to my groin, hardening me against my will. I can't let you conquer me. With my free hands, I ball them into fists and start slamming—left, right, hooks into your jaw. Your head snaps side to side with each blow. I rake my fingers across your eyes, blinding you to force you to loosen your grip.

DREAM BREAKER:

Even I had decided to end you here and now and strangle you despite your powerful jabs into my jawline I have no other choice than release your neck as your thumbs are entering into my eyes. My lower lip has a nasty cut on it, my jaw bone almost cracked due your evil punches I snap a grab of your wrists forcing your hands away from my face. My vision is blurred and head is dizzy but I have my thigh still tightly between your legs, pressing against your bulge that is, for my surprise, growing too. "Someone else seems to enjoy this too", I smirk and increase pressure on your manhood, still holding you by your wrists. "Stop struggling. It´s useless. You belong to the forest now, you belong to me". I ram my forehead again into your handsome face and take immediately some distance to avoid you to return the favor.

GODLING:

I was expecting you to roll off me, but you don't. You endure my strikes, keeping me pinned, your knee still grinding into my groin with relentless pressure. "Arrrghh! Fuck you!" I hiss through clenched teeth, glaring up at you as you mock me. I try to suppress my groans, refusing to give you the satisfaction. You press harder, insinuating that you own me now. I growl in defiance, rage boiling in my chest. I'm about to spit a response when you slam your forehead into my nose. "Augh..." The world blurs. Blood floods my nostrils, warm and metallic. Finally, you roll off me. I lie there for a moment, dazed as hell, vision swimming. I force myself to my feet, shaking the cobwebs from my head. Blood trickles from my nose, hot against my lips. I wipe it away with the back of my hand, breathing hard, the pain in my groin still throbbing. My compression shorts are suffocating so I rip them off in one violent motion, letting my bare manhood hang free. "You got lucky, bitch," I snarl, spitting blood onto the ground between us. "But come here again. I'll make sure you experience a whole new world of pain." My chest heaves, muscles taut, dukes up, ready.

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to hide the smirk on my face, but it's almost impossible when I see your comical attempt to appear unscathed and conceal your confusion. Your long cock, glistening in the moonlight, swings in a fighting stance as you raise your fists, ready to strike. "I was lucky? You think so? Well, that's very much true. I'm lucky to be get those Asian balls for my collection in a moment. I raise my own hands and ball them into fists, striking upward from below toward your solar plexus, while my feet stomp on your kneecaps, trying to break or dislocate them.

GODLING:

I smirk at your arrogance. No—your ignorance. I don't respond, letting you come forward instead. You ready your fists, one of them shooting up in an uppercut aimed at my solar plexus. I react instantly, using my hand to push and parry it away. I was going to follow up with a hook, but then you attempt to stomp down on my knee. I step back quickly, avoiding it completely—but with your knee still extended, I capitalize. I step onto it with one foot, using it as a platform, then grab your shoulders and leap upward. My other knee drives toward your face with brutal force. Before you can recover, I jump off you, landing a few feet away, creating distance between us.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don't know how you did it, and I don't have time to think about it any deeper when I suddenly feel your stiff cock wiping across my face, confusing me even more until your knee hits my face. My head snaps back from your blow as my nose starts to bleed, the blood flowing from my astonishment and pain into my open mouth. I stagger backwards, trying to keep my balance and not fall on my ass, which would make me easy prey for you. My back finally hits the tree, reminding me that the fight must go on. With adrenaline and the taste of coppery blood in my mouth, I straighten up and lower my shoulders slightly as I lunge toward you. My broad, powerful shoulders slam into your chest, spear you backwards as my arms slide around your waist, clinging to your calf and pulling them with all my strength towards me, trying to knock you flat down onto your back.

GODLING:

As I land on my feet, I watch you stagger back against a tree. I smirk—my strike landed clean, dazing you. If it wasn't for that tree catching you, you'd be on your ass right now, and I'd be all over you. "Like I said, you just got lucky," I say, walking toward you, closing the distance. But then you recover faster than I anticipated. You charge at me like a freight train. There's not enough time to evade after getting this close, so I do the only thing I can—I flex everything, plant my feet hard into the ground, and brace for impact. "Arrgh!" I grunt as my chest collides with your massive shoulders. The force rattles through me, but I hold my ground, withstanding your attack. Then you grab my quads and lift my legs out from under me. "Shit..." My eyes widen as I lose balance and crash onto my back. I can't let you capitalize on this. The moment I hit the ground, I wrap my legs tight around your waist and trap your head under my armpit, locking you in a guillotine choke. My massive arm flexes around your neck, squeezing hard—locked and steady.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your powerful muscles pressed tightly against my shoulders as our cocks fought their own battle between our legs, and I finally managed to knock you down onto the ground beneath me. My plan worked perfectly, but your quick counterattack wiped the smile off my face as I feel the scent of your sweaty armpit in my nostrils when your arms wrap around my neck. Your legs are like two pythons coiling around my core. "Oh fuck! “

DREAM BREAKER:

When you wrap your legs around my waist, you have to lift your hips up, leaving your sensitive crotch unprotected. I feel your stiff cock throbbing against my lower abdomen as I bend my backward-leaning thigh, quickly striking your now free hanging balls with my knees. Big balls can sometimes be a hindrance; they are targets that are difficult to miss. At the same time, I raise my left arm in the air and strike your temple with my fist, hoping to daze you, and immediately afterwards your exposed sides, trying to break your lower ribs.

GODLING:

As I secure my hold around you, you take the chance to strike where I'm vulnerable. With your thick quads, you crush my balls against my taint—pain explodes through me, sharp and searing. I roar, my grip loosening instinctively, the scissor hold around your waist slipping. "ARRGHH YOU FU-AUGH!" Before I can berate you, you slam a fist into my temple. The blow dazes me, splits my brow open—blood trickles down my face, but I don’t let go. I try to maintain the choke, but your relentless offense breaks me. You go for my ribs, hammering them with brutal precision. My body can only take so much. I release you—but not completely. I grab you by the neck, yank you down, and mount you in one fluid motion. My elbow slams into your temple, stunning you for a split second. My cock throbs, my balls scream in agony, but I don’t care. I lift my bent knee and drive it down hard—right into the base of your cock, crushing your low-hanging balls into the earth. While I’m on top, I place my left hand on your neck and begin pummeling your face with my right. "EAT MY FIST, YOU SHIT!" I scream, each punch landing with fury. Your jaw, slightly broken from earlier, rocks with every blow.

DREAM BREAKER:

I thought I had already brought you down, forced you to submit to me, when I feel everything go dark for a moment, a moment that is enough for you to get on top of me. Your punches rain down on my face, almost dislocating my jaw. But the real humiliation comes when your knee strikes the base of my balls, not trying to crush them but stretching them deep into the forest floor, tearing the weak wires that connect my body to my balls.

I cough loudly, swallowing my blood and cough loud, fold my body clearly affected by your strike. Your fist is approaching my face again - fast, with a huge power and precision. I know you could end the fight right here, right now if you get that through. There is nothing I can do to avoid it - but that is not my intention - I see your eyes getting widen, the surprised look on your face when I look at your eyes, smile suddenly and lift my hand up wrapping my fingers around your fist blocking it instantly with a loud thud. Before you have time to do anything to change the situation I close my hand into fist around your fist beginning to crush it slowly. "Handsome stranger, what did you expect? That I stay here doing nothing?". I can feel your warm breathing against skin of my face when I chuckle and with a quick jerking motion, I twist your left wrist, crushing it with a loud crack as I hook my knees and hit them hard into your ribs. "Time to begin the show!". My hard cock is forming a huge tent in my pants for anticipation. "One more thing", I ass and clap my palms into your ears, ringing them with all my might.

GODLING:

I am out for blood. Seeing your face get ruined, your consciousness about to fade—it drives me forward. But then, all of a sudden, you catch my fist mid-swing, stopping the momentum completely. My eyes widen. Is this simply adrenaline? Because no fucking way. Then you smile—despite being bloodied and bruised, despite everything—you *smile*. You're a psycho. Somehow, I'm stunned. Not by fear, but by utter shock. Just how durable are you? Before my mind finishes that thought, you start crushing my fist, twisting my wrist with brutal force. "ARGH!" I roar, pain shooting up my arm. But you're not done. Your knees slam into my ribs from behind, cracking them hard. I gasp, the air knocked out of me. Then you clap your palms over my ears—deafening, disorienting, stunning me completely. I crash forward on top of you, clutching my head, the world spinning. I feel your cock growing hard beneath my glutes. "Shit..." I grit my teeth, trying to think, trying to regroup. But the pain, the dizziness—it's overwhelming. I need to move. I need to fight back. But for a moment, I'm frozen.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your behavior suggests that you are frozen, both in mind and body, even your long cock stands stiff and motionless as I slowly move behind you. I grab you by the head, pulling it back and finally locking it in my armpit. I feel your warm breath on my armpit as my other hand wraps around your neck, pulling your half-kneeling body backwards. I settle down on the ground, pulling you with me. I don't usually like my opponents on top of me, but in this situation, it's just the right way to end this, as I wrap my legs around your hips and lock them just below your balls. My heavy legs begin to dig deep into your core as the stranglehold of my arm tightens around your throat. My cock is stiff with excitement and penetrates the narrow cavity between your buttocks. "This is how dragons are put to sleep," I whisper in your ear.

GODLING:

You roll me off you, and I land on my stomach, dazed and stunned. I struggle to get on all fours, thinking I'm getting up—but it's actually you pulling me up by my hair. Instead of the night sky, all I see is darkness as you smother my face into your pits, locking me in tight. The scent is overwhelming—sweat, musk, dominance. Now kneeling and bent backward, I feel you shift behind me, pulling me back down on top of you. You're still choking me, but this time your legs wrap around me, your feet pressing hard against my balls. This is bad. My cock stands up like a pole, throbbing and betraying me. I can feel yours behind me—bare, hard, your loincloth gone. "Fughh-uck you... Let m-me go and... hnng.. fight me like a... m-man..." I gasp, my voice muffled and strained. My body trembles, caught between pain and something else I refuse to name. I claw at your legs, trying to pry them off, but your grip is iron. My vision blurs. I need to break free.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Like a real man?", I repeat your words as I shove my hips forward sliding my cock deeper in your crack. You must feel my mushroom shape cock head rubbing your entrance since your body begins to squirm and I feel your poor attempts to sink your fingers into my thighs. "Ready?", I whisper into your ear but don´t let you a chance to reply when I thrust my cock violently into your tight canal hitting my heels into your exposed balls at the same time. "This is how I break men like you. Perhaps broke the one you are looking for too", I hiss with a nasty evil tone in my voice as I start to move my cock back and forth inside you hammering your nuts and the base of your huge cock with my heels. "Give up and save your life".

GODLING:

My body freezes as you start sliding your cock toward my hole. No... Panic surges through me. I start to writhe, throwing my elbows back wildly, aiming for whatever part of you I can reach. But before I can think of another move, you utter one word—"Ready"—and in a millisecond, you thrust into my hole raw. I moan into your pits, the sound muffled but loud enough to echo through the forest. At the same time, your heel smashes against my balls, and I spray a huge, thick rope of precum. "No-mmphhh!" I try to protest, but the words are swallowed by your grip. I hear you say something, but I can't make it out clearly. All I can sense is your cock and your feet—hammering my prostate and balls again and again, relentless and brutal. Every thrust, every crush makes me squirt pre, my body betraying me completely. My mind screams to fight back, but my body is trapped, overwhelmed, drowning in sensation I can't control.

DREAM BREAKER:

As I feel your body shaking around my cock I know I got you, I got you good. I loosen my choke around your neck and collapse down on the forest sole drilling my cock even deeper inside your churning ass. My feet gather around your throbbing, precum soaked cock trapping it firmly between them as I start to jerk your flesh sword. with long strokes. "Don´t fight back. You are mine now" , I whisper into your ear fucking your leaking ass now almost violently, demaning.. as your master! "Shoot your seed, warrior"

GODLING:

Despite you letting me out of your dragon sleeper, I’m still trapped—by your sexual hold, by the way your cock inside me neutralizes every ounce of resistance I have. You up the ante, wrapping your legs around me, sandwiching my cock between your feet, stroking me with relentless precision. Precum gushes out nonstop, coating your feet, dripping down my thighs. You grip my neck, seductive, whispering into my ear, drowning me in lust.And then it hits me—my body tenses, my hole clenches, my balls churn. "UUGGHHHHH!" I moan, loud enough to echo through the trees. I shoot a massive load high into the air before it drops and splatters all over me. My vision blurs, my legs tremble, gasping, spent on top of you. "Fuck..." I whisper, my voice broken.

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DREAM BREAKER:

Your body is trembling uncontrollably on top of me as you explode, shoot in the night sky of the dark forest your massive load that soon is raining back on top of you and my face too. The touch of that warm thick man cream is the trigger I needed, trigger that makes my balls rise up and shoot their alpha seed into your convulsing body. My body arch as I try to force my cock head even deeper, breed your guts and fill your defeated canal. I bite your earlobe in ecstasy until the last drop of my victorious cum is deposited inside your body. I collapse down exhausted and push you down, next to me. Watching your chest moving slowly up and down I remember my task, to collect the fee from any intruders. I get up on my knees and move surprisingly smoothly between your wide open spread legs. "Time you pay the fee". I grab a tight hold of your nuts.

GODLING:

The humiliation continues as you start breeding me, filling me up with your seed—staining my body, marking me as yours. Nothing aches more than my pride right now. The pain I feel physically is nothing compared to the burn of defeat. Finally, your cock pops out of me, and you let me go, pushing me off you. I collapse onto the ground, stunned—not by the physical toll, but by the truth: I might not still be enough to face him. But then you grab my balls—just as I’m about to give in—when a sudden rush of adrenaline courses through me. This isn’t over. I refuse to be beaten again. Before you can rip my manhood from me, I snap my foot back and drive a hard kick into your chin. The impact snaps your head backward, knocking you away from me. My body aches, my mind is shattered, but my will remains.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your balls are incredibly well oval shaped orbs, one of the best I have ever seen. They are large and firm, balls of a champion, of a hero. Just what I wanted. I got your seed, now I will take their source. My day dreams are suddenly interrupted when my vision gets blurry; stars from the sky enter my head as your powerful kick sends me backward, landing flat on my back. Stunned, dazed I try to get up but I am far too dizzy still. "That stupid trick will cost you your life", I mumble as I see you getting up from the ground. You look annoyed, angry.

GODLING:

I stand up, silent, staring at you like a predator. No words. Just the weight of the moment, the air thick with blood and sweat. Then I don’t waste time—I rush at you before you can fully regroup. My right hand grabs your face, yanking you forward with brutal force, slamming the back of your head into the tree. I peel your skull away, then drive it back in—again, and again. The impact cracks the bark, shakes the trunk, sends leaves cascading down over us like confetti. I pull my fist back, but this time I don’t aim for your face. I aim for your throat. My knuckles are already bleeding, my body trembling with adrenaline, but I don’t care. I’m here to break you. And I will.

DREAM BREAKER:

Each of your violent blows and attacks are pushing me deeper into the darkness as I feel my blood sprayed all over our bodies and the surrounding trees. "Where the fuck did he get all that power, all that strength after what I just did to him?", my mind is asking but I don´t have time to find the answers, not now. I shake the stars away from my head, send them back to the sky where they belong and with the same smooth move as before I grab your approaching fist with my hand blocking it just few inches from my throat. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so fast". I add pressure on your trapped fist as I get up onto my knees bending your arm simultaneously. You are not smiling anymore when I send an uppercut into your jawline that tilts your head violently backward, could even snap your neck.

GODLING:

 Again, you block my fist—your hand intercepts, twisting my wrist, forcing my arm into your grip. I glare into your eyes, trying to push through, to choke you with your own hand, but then you suddenly snap an uppercut into my jaw. The force is wild, my head snaps back, neck stretching, teeth clashing together. I stumble, barely keeping my feet, lifted on my toes, but I manage to take one step back, regaining my balance. And then, as retaliation, I throw my head forward—full force—slamming my forehead into your nose. The impact is devastating, a thunderclap of bone and flesh. "Eat shit," I growl, my voice raw, blood dripping from my mouth.

DREAM BREAKER:

You don´t stop surprising me. Many men after that blow have been begging for mercy but you, you are not like them, there is something different in you. And I want that, I want those balls that are able to make a man strong like you. I feel the blood running on my face as my back hits the tree behind me.

The quiet cracking sound before tells me you just broke my nose but I am not worried about that too much. You will pay for that.. dearly. I straighten my back and wait until you are close enough. Then suddenly swing around and aim a high kick into your throat.

GODLING:

I hear a crack from your face as I step back—blood drips from your nose, running down your chin, and it thrills me. But it doesn’t satisfy me. You stumble back, dazed, and I close in, ready to punish you further. But then you go for a high kick—aimed at my throat. I raise my forearm, blocking it cleanly. And in that split second, I see it: your manhood, completely exposed, vulnerable. I smirk once more. "You are done from here..." I whisper, voice low and venomous. Then I slam my knee into your balls, crushing them against your taint. You scream, collapsing backward, your body slamming into the tree. I don’t let up. I charge again, another devastating knee strike—aimed straight at your groin, driving it into the wood behind you.

DREAM BREAKER:

My eyes bulging as my mouth drops open in pain and surprise. I try to scream but no sound is getting out from my mouth. I stumble in pain, my hands cupping my balls that seem to be still entire but badly swollen and bruised, until I hit the safe feeling tree again with my back. I look at your face with tears in my eyes as I slowly slide down sitting to the ground, still leaning against the tree.

DREAM BREAKER:

I watch you approaching, something in your face has changed making me swallow slowly as I try to get up taking support from the tree trunk. "I am not done yet, prepare to die", me weak voice is finally able to pronounce as I nurse my swollen balls that are like miraculously survived your brutal aggression.

GODLING:

I look down at you as you lean against the tree, sitting on your ass and cupping your manhood. I can see how much pain you're in—your face is twisted, your breaths ragged—but I’m not satisfied. Not yet. All of a sudden, my vision fogs. I see... him. My blood boils, turning to fire in my veins. I "help" you up, grab your hair, yank you up to your feet, and don’t give you a chance to continue speaking. "Get the fuck up, bitch..." I snarl, voice low. I turn you around, then squat, draping you over my shoulder. You’re heavy, but my muscles flare, holding your entire weight. My left hand grips your neck, my right grabs your balls. "Let me show you... What it means to truly destroy..." I whisper, then yank you down by your neck, bending your back almost in half. Your body arches, bones creaking, skin straining. "A perfect torture for someone like you..." I hiss, my voice dripping with hate and triumph.

DREAM BREAKER:

If I had any plan, any ideas to attack you, they all were ruined in the instant when, god knows how, you easily lifted my 310 lbs body up on your shoulder like a feather. Your tight grip of my aching, almost broken balls kills all my intentions to struggle back, fight against you. Feeling your soft though muscled skin of your shoulders against the skin of my back are sending some erotic sensations to my body even I know you have totally something less romantic in your mind. I could rake your face, dig my fingers into your eyes, make the life hell to you while you hold me in the position but you are not just any man. I knew it when I saw you entering into the forest. You control my body with your tight hold of my balls and cock while your other hand is controlling my breathing. "Let me down, fight like a man", I say the same words you directed to me some moments ago. You yank my body , bouncing yours. I am seriously worried if my spine could take all that. But the most humiliating thing of all is that my almost big cock is steel hard pointing up to starry night sky.

GODLING:

As I bend you, testing your spine, gripping your balls and neck with unrelenting pressure, I can feel your cock throbbing—hard, desperate. You could counter. You could fight. But you don’t. You’re locked in, drowning in the sensation, your body betraying you with every pulse. You love the torture. This is probably the first time you’ve ever felt this—controlled, broken, owned. You have met your match. No. Your conqueror. I tighten my grip—on your balls, on your neck—choking you on both ends, cutting off breath, cutting off thought. Then, I hear you say the same words I told you earlier. "Hah. I will show you how a man fights..." I scoff, then inhale deeply before flexing my muscles, bending you in half over my shoulder. I pull you down by your testicle and neck, my body straining, veins bulging, as I exhale and roar. My roar of dominance echoes through the forest, harmonizing with your scream of pain. In the background, I can hear your spine almost cracking—but your body is too tough. You won’t break. Not yet. I hold the position for a long moment, savoring the sound of your suffering, then shift my grip. I gorilla press you—lifting your entire weight high into the air, muscles screaming, veins popping—before slamming you down onto the ground with brutal force. The impact shakes the earth. Your body hits the ground like a sack of meat. But I am not done.

DREAM BREAKER:

You definitely know what you are doing when you bend my spine to it´s limits. I have recovered my voice, some of it, as I cry out loud believing my spine won´t handle it, but will finally snap on your shoulders. Your tight grip of my nuts is paralyzing me almost completely except my cock that is pulsing and dripping precum that is slowly running down along my shaft, and finally down on your face. And if I was surprised before the real surprise hits me when you straighten your arms taking me into gorilla press. I have done it many times too, to many big guys and I know my "journey" will continue soon. Thank god nobody is watching, only some owls or beasts of the night who can´t talk. All of the sudden, though not surprisingly, you throw me down to the ground. A loud thud breaks the silence in the forest surrounding us when my stomach hits the humid sole. I need to get some distance, I need to get some time to recover, I need to get away from you. I turn my head to look at behind... you are coming again. OH SHIT

GODLING:

As you get on all fours and turn around, you see me right in front of you. Your eyes tell me you're not ready—but I don’t care. "You are mine to own now..." I growl. Before you can escape, I grab your legs and yank you closer, pulling you into my grip. I spread them apart, forcing your thighs down until your feet touch the ground. I can hear from your groan the burn in your muscles—your legs trembling from the strain. Your cock is now pointing toward your face, hard and swollen, your balls heavy and exposed—my work of art.

Then I squat, my body low and predatory, until my hard rock cock is pressing against your exposed hole. "Ready?" I mock you. Before you can utter a word, I violently thrust into you, tearing through your tightness, stretching your hole wide open with my metal-hard length. "Experience real destruction..." I snarl, pulling my cock out so fast it leaves a wet trail behind, then slamming back in with brutal force. I’m above you now, holding you in a spladle, my cock pounding your prostate with every thrust. "SUB. MIT. TO. ME." I hiss each syllable, pairing it with a violent thrust, grinding into you like a machine of pain and dominance.

DREAM BREAKER:

Suddenly my voice is back again, totally recovered, and for what? To scream! "I WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU", I shout between my screams as you drill your killer cock into my ass, breaking some thin walls on it´s way deep into my body. I have a sensation that your cock head could poke out from my mouth any moment. Your extremely hard cock is not showing any mercy as you nail it with violent thrusts, in different angles inside my bleeding ass. My body is trying to adapt, follow the movements of your cock that keeps on tearing my soft sensitive spot, my prostate. I open my eyes and see my own cock fully erected, leaking precum on top of my face. Oh god... you are going really to destroy my mind too, forcing me to cum while you rape me. "PLEASE!", I manage to shout when your cock head hits once more my joynut. My screams turn into a moan, as my body starts to shake around your cock and I shoot a massive load.... ON MY FACE AND SCREAMING MOUTH!

GODLING:

You shout your defiance, but I intend to break it. I continue fucking a new hole inside you, spreading your legs wider, forcing you open, giving myself full access to your tightness. My cock hammers into you with precision—every thrust hits your prostate, every pulse drives you deeper into the edge. I’m relentless, merciless. Every moan that escapes your lips fuels me, makes me harder, faster, more violent. I can see you leaking precum—thick, white, dripping down, coating your stomach, filling your mouth. It arouses me more than anything. Then, I feel your body tense—every muscle locking, your back arching, your cock jerking. "Here we go... CUM FOR ME!" I roar, my voice cracking with dominance. And you do. You coat yourself with your own cream, your mouth full, your eyes rolling back. You’re drowning in pleasure, in pain.Now, I’m starting to get satisfied. I am fucking worthy. I can’t wait to do this to him. As you orgasm, I don’t stop. I keep pounding you into oblivion, crashing the earth beneath you with every thrust, grinding you deeper, harder, faster. Then, my cock thrusts deeper than anyone ever has—into the very core of you. Your newfound tightness triggers me, and I roar, "UGHHH TAKE MY LOAD, FUCKER!" My seed explodes inside you, filling you, staining your pride, your ego, your very soul. I breed you, mark you, own you. And when I finally pull out, you’re left on the ground—broken, spent.

I stand straight up, looking down at the poor state of you—spread eagled, drenched in your own seed, body trembling, breath ragged. I must admit: you gave me a challenge. But nothing I can’t handle. I kneel in front of you, gripping your balls firmly. I can feel the heat, the wetness, the aftermath of your defeat. I lean in, close to your ear, and whisper, "You were a good fight. But now, it ends." My hand tightens—ready to rip your manhood off you.

DREAM BREAKER:

My legs finally hit the firm ground as I swallow my last drops of cum feeling how your thick load is leaking out of my raped ass. But what really wakes me up is to feel your fingers wrapping around my bruised swollen balls. There is no need to explain me what are your intentions. They are the same as mine, rip off the organs that make a man to a man. End his power and masculinity. "NO WAY!", I scream and hook my legs to send a hard kick into your chest sending you reeling backwards until you land on your back far from my balls. "You went too far! You will die now!", I yell as I get surprisingly fast back on my feet, cupping my huge low hanging balls.

GODLING:

As I was about to castrate you—about to yank your testicles with devastating force—you suddenly scream and send a powerful kick into my chest. The impact launches me backward, rolling across the ground. I stop on my knees, clutching my chest, panting from the heavy blow. Shit... I was fucking close.I watch you get up, and I do the same, my fists balled up, frustration burning through me. I start circling you as we talk. "Me? Die? Impossible. Many have tried but failed, and you will as well," I say, voice steady despite the pain. I stop, raising my dukes. "Let's end this like men, shall we?" I challenge you, waiting for you to raise your fists. "Let's see who really deserves to be killed by the superior man."

DREAM BREAKER:

Your words are causing a desired reaction in me as I take my fighting stance and raise my fists. The adrenaline is rushing into my veins and my body regains energy and willpower it might have lacked after your brutal rape. Rests of your cum are dripping out from my burning ass and running down along my thighs as I circle you and all of the sudden take a step closer aiming my left fist into your jawline. Before my fist is even close to the target my right duke is already on it´s way to the spot right below your pecs, your solar plexus!

GODLING:

I smirk as you raise your fists. This is going to be a battle of attrition now—a battle of will and endurance. Adrenaline, rage, and lust flow through every part of my body, fueling me, driving me forward. We come closer until we're only a few inches apart. Our soft cocks bounce and harden again, our cum mixing with sweat and blood, coating our bodies in the evidence of our war. Then, we start. You go first—a punch to my jaw that snaps my head to the side, followed by a massive right to my solar plexus. I double over, grunting hard. "UUUFFF AUGHH!" I'm lifted onto my toes, fluids splashing off me, but I take your hits like a man. I absorb the pain, let it fuel me. Now, I'm prepared to give back double. As I stand straight back up, I send a wild left uppercut to your jaw, snapping your head back. Then I bend to my side and slam a right shovel hook into your ribs, feeling bone crack beneath my knuckles.

DREAM BREAKER:

Your first punch was accurate and precise breaking a nasty cut into my lower lip, fast enough to make it impossible to dodge it when the deep pain in my left side makes me moan loud. We both can hear that dry cracking sound when some of my lower ribs snaps. You are good, you are dangerously good but so am I and I am not going to give up until I see your soul escaping from your body. Despite the pain I keep on fighting as I send a cross, my famous straight right aiming at your rib cage in combination with the jab that approaches the upper part of your ripped abs.

GODLING:

After my strikes, you endure them well, showing your resolve by quickly fighting back. In a matter of seconds, I feel a sharp pain in my left rib from your powerful straight—the vibration of a crack radiates through my chest. Then you follow up with a jab to my solar plexus again, worsening the pain. This is bad. I'm enduring too much for a fight that doesn't really matter, but... if I can't handle this, then I'm for sure not ready to meet him.I tighten my fists and roar, sending a powerful cross right into your solar plexus—giving you a taste of your own medicine. I quickly snap a left jab to your face, continuing my work on your jaw. Then, I pull back my dominant right hand, winding up for a powerful haymaker to end this. "YOU ARE DONE FOR!" I scream, throwing everything I have into the punch—aiming straight for your temple, ready to finish you once and for all.

DREAM BREAKER:

I always wondered how does it feel when your solap plexus receives an impact, now I know as I fold forward, coughing, the rhythm of my breathing fucked up badly. I try to recover it but you are making it very difficult sending jabs into my face and jawline making me stumble and scream. The stars from the sky have entered into my head again, brought by your devastating blows but this is not the moment to pay too much attention to them. I shake the stars out of my head as I rotate my hips and shoulders keeping my elbow bent at a 90-degree angle as I swing my lead hand horizontally trying to send a haymaker into your temple.

GODLING:

How we maneuver our bodies—expertly, in perfect sync—clearly shows our experience and drive to end this once and for all. At the same time, we go for the strike. My fist smashes into your temple, and so does yours into mine. The impact is devastating. My head snaps to the side, vision blurring instantly, almost black. I pull my fist back, stumbling as the world spins around me. I try to shake it off—but it only worsens my state.Shit... No... To worsen my situation, my knees start to buckle. I try my best to keep up, dukes up, stand tall—but my body betrays me. I drop to my knees, gasping, blood dripping from my mouth. I was hoping... expecting that you're on the same state. I am sure of it. I thought you’d fall. I thought you’d break.But then, my vision slowly clears—and you are still standing. This can’t be.

DREAM BREAKER:

These fucking stars, they come and go and return back again but this can´t continue any longer. Your impacts are each time harder, devastating. One mistake from me, to have the guard down on wrong moment could mean my end. I shake my head for once more and try to find you with my blurry vision. For a moment I am shocked not to see you in front of me when I realize you are down on the ground, on your knees. A wide nasty smile appears on my face as I aim a kick into your massive pecs sending you flat down on your back. Hopefully to stay there.

Slowly, with caution I approach you, ready to react any possible attack you might do suddenly. But I don´t see any reaction in you. "Did you think you could stand up to me? That you had a chance?". I finally ask as I reach out and lift you up against the tree from your hair. I grab your hard cock in one massive fist, squeezing just hard enough to make my point without inflicting too much pain. "Let's see how tough you are when I rip your nuts off, one by agonizing one. I'll show you what a real man looks like when I tear your pathetic little sack open and pull out your worthless balls.' My massive fingers wrap around your scrotum, feeling the two soft orbs nestled within. The power to destroy them so easily makes my cock twitch and leak. I squeeze just hard enough to make you gasp in pain again, then begin rolling those delicate testicles between my fingers as though I were playing with a child's toy.

GODLING:

I want to move, but I can't. Before my vision fully clears, you kick me down onto my back, not giving me a chance to recover. Is this really the end? Flashbacks of him—beating me, breaking me, leaving me in the dirt—start to play in my head. Why should I be so weak? Then I hear it: "Did you think you could stand up to me? That you had a chance?" A question I’ve heard before. And just like back then, I fall silent. Unable to speak. I groan as you lift me up, pinning me against the tree. I want to raise my arms, my legs, do something—but my body is no longer mine. It’s yours. You hold my balls, gripping what makes me a man, the one thing I thought I still controlled. A man who could’ve conquered you—but not enough. You start squeezing slowly, your fingers working my testicles like a vice. I gasp, every muscle in my body jolting. It feels like you’re in control of my body more than I am. My blood boils—rage, disappointment, helplessness—but I can’t move. I can’t fight.Then, I spit on your face, my voice hoarse, struggling, but still defiant. "Fuck. You."

DREAM BREAKER:

I wipe your spit from my face with the back of my hand and lick it. "Tasty", as I continue. “Ever had someone pop your nuts before?” I taunt, watching your face twist in agony. “I heard it fucking hurts. But don't worry — I'll make sure you get used to the feeling.” I slowly increase the pressure, grinding my fingers together and working those poor balls like I'm trying to crack an egg. “Just a little more pressure... and then—” POP! The sickening sound of bursting flesh filled the forest as one of your testicles exploded like an overripe grape beneath my cruel fingers. But I wasn't done yet. I could feel the remains of that ruined testicle still hanging on by a few torn blood cords as I twisted my hand savagely to rip it free completely making it to fall to the bottom of your sack.

GODLING:

I grit my teeth as you enjoy my suffering. Then, my eyebrows furrow—did you just say "pop my balls"? Is that literal? My heart starts pounding, blood roaring in my ears. And then I feel it—your grip tightening around my one testicle, fingers digging in like a vice. My eyes widen. My body tenses. "Fuck no... ARRRRGHHHHHHH!" I roar right into your face, the pain so intense it tears through my skull, radiating from my groin up to my brain. And then—pop. My balls rupture. I stop screaming. I can only gasp, my body convulsing, my stomach churning, the world spinning. But you're not done. In one swift, brutal twist, you rip the veins of my manhood. The pain registers a second later—searing, electric, unbearable. I scream again, but it’s muffled, swallowed by the forest, by the sky, by the silence of my own defeat. My body wants to fall, to give up—but your grip on my hair holds me up. I can barely lift my eyes. I feel like I’m passing out.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can´t hide my satisfaction seeing you in deep agony, your body shaking and almost breaking just for the pain. "One down," I laugh and watch as blood flows from the open wound where the testicle used to be. "Let's see about the other one." My free hand darts down to grab the remaining testicle and squeeze it with brutal force between my fingers. "This feels even better," I promise. A cruel laugh escapes my mouth as I tighten my grip on the last remaining testicle. "You can't be saved anymore, you little warrior." The pressure becomes unbearable, and your screams echo through the stiff trees of the forest. "Look at me, I want you to see this." I quickly turn my wrist and crushed the last ball between my fingers like a grape, feeling it tear and burst. "It's bursting," I announce with sick satisfaction, watching you drop down and convulse in insane agony on the ground in front of me.

GODLING:

I thought I wouldn’t have to go through that again—but I realize only one of my testicles has been popped. Fuck...Your hand moves to the other. I grit my teeth, close my eyes, determined not to give you the satisfaction of seeing me break. But then you increase the pressure—slow, deliberate, crushing. I can’t take it anymore. I scream again, the sound raw, torn from my throat, almost a cry. I want to plead, to beg—but what’s the point? I’d only humiliate myself further. You command me to look at you. And I don’t know why, but I do. As soon as our eyes meet, you pop the second one. I gasp—once more. But I can’t scream anymore. My voice is gone. I’ve lost everything—my strength, my pride, my voice. What else? Life?You finally let me go. I collapse onto the forest floor, gasping, bleeding, trembling. Pathetic. Miserable. Just like when I fought him.

DREAM BREAKER:

I kind of feel pity for you. Such a handsome, special man that I have never seen before, with a exceptional manhood that could provide me happiness for many lonely nights. But I am the shadow of the forest, this is my kingdom and intruders must pay the fee. They manhood, their life, they soul. My face brightens as I look at you down on the ground. “And now...”, my hand moves faster than you can react, grasping both ruined testicles at once and pulling upwards with all my strength. RIP! The sound of tearing flesh fills the air as I tear away the remains of your scrotum. The bloody mess that used to be once your proud balls, dangles from my fingers like a macabre marionette. “Time to end your life,” I whisper, placing your destroyed balls on your chest between your impressive pecs. I raise my fist and look you in the eye. "You were a brave fighter, but you didn't understand that all men must pay the forest's fee." My fist hits the spot where your ruined balls used to be with great force, breaking the skin and weak cartilage and entering your heart. Your body jerks and convulses as I pull my fist out of your dying body, leaving the rest of your testicles deep inside your broken heart.

GODLING:

I look up at you as you look down at me. A very familiar scenery. How is this happening again? I want to crawl away, but I just can't move. It's impossible. The pain—physical and internal—is like a weight I can't carry anymore. Shit.Then, suddenly, I hear a rip of flesh. Only after a second do I realize what happened. I can only kick and writhe in pain, tears streaming down my face. And once I've exhausted myself, lost so much blood, you place my manhood right above my heart. I see you talking, but I can only hear a high-pitched frequency, distant and distorted. However, I hear one last noise—a sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking.My eyes widen. I gasp as I realize you've punched through my chest, reaching my heart. I start puking blood. My blurry vision slowly turns black. Life fading away... once more.As I lay there, I recall the last moments I had with him. I'm basically in the same state—broken, defeated. But still defiant. Still determined. No matter what happens, I will get back at you. My next punch will just take a while.And as the darkness takes me, one thought remains:This isn't over.

HIM: You are right, GODLING. This isn't over.... until you find me again.

NARRATION: As "him" stands beside Jin's lifeless body, black smoke begins to form around Jin's broken form. "He" watches closely, eyes cold and calculating, making sure the seed he buried within Jin before does its function. The black "smoke" writhes and pulses—alive, sentient. All of a sudden, it dives into Jin's chest, plunging directly into his heart. The smoke seeps into the wound, filling the cavity where flesh and bone were shattered. His cock and balls are back..It seems to be that...

Published: 2026-01-30, viewed 154 times.