The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

<TheFinisher> “If you defeat me today in this ring, you’re free to go. But if you lose, and I know you will, you will become my tag-team partner, and sex slave…”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I’m headed to the secret practice ring of the SexFed. After my humiliating SexFed debut against Drew Evans, I received a phone call from the promoter Adam, saying that a “Curtis Ryan” has requested practice with me alone. Hmm, could it be that Curtis Ryan, AKA “The finisher”? He’s a well-known indie pro wrestler. I have seen some of his matches online, but then he disappeared from the indie circle about 2 years ago. Apparently he made quite a name for himself in the SexFed.

<TheFinisher> The famous Jeff Terror… I have always wanted a match with him but the chance never arose. I watched his notorious match with Flip Thunder and have been wondering when he’s gonna show up at SexFed. After seeing his destruction at the hands of Drew Evans, I immediately made a request to the promoters to get training time with you. I wasn’t the only one though, since you are such a top-tier muscle jobber and everyone wanted you after your sexy defeat. But I won out in the end because of my win streak, seniority, and above all else, I have a great plan in store for you...

<JeffTheBodybuilder> In my white tank top and grey shorts, I walk into the secret training facility. I see Curtis sitting in front of the ring, facing the gate, appearing to be anticipating my arrival. 

<TheFinisher> I have been waiting for this. I’m already dressed up in my leather trunks. I see you walking in the facility in a sexy tank top, your immaculate arms exposed, and your backlit muscle glistens around the shape of your body. I marvel at the perfect silhouette, and you look even bigger in person! What a muscle god, straight from the Greek myths. But I always wanted to see how strong someone like you really are… I walk up to you to shake your hand. “Hey Jeff, nice to meet you!” As I hold your hand, I exert immense pressure, squeezing your big hand as hard as I can.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You’re about 5’7”, with an incredibly thick build. “Wow someone’s ready to wrestle”, I think to myself, seeing you in your gear already. I reach for the handshake. “Hey, Curtis, righ—ahhh”, as I shake your hand, I feel your hand squeezing mine. I yell at the excruciating pain and try to squeeze back.

<TheFinisher> I sense you try to squeeze back my handshake. But unfortunately for you, your strength is not enough. Grip strength needs separate training and it seems like your hypertrophy workouts won’t help you in this. All that bench presses and lateral raises are useless in this scenario.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> To my surprise, I can’t seem to escape this vicious handshake. “Hey what the hell man?” I yell with panic in my voice. How strong is this guy? I put my second hand over the handshake and try to get you to loosen it.

<TheFinisher> “Sorry, I’m just curious to see how strong you really are.” I look up at you, “Turns out you’re all show muscle. No wonder you lose so much.” I grab your other wrist, pry it away from the handshake. Now I have both your arms, I drag you down to force you on your knees. 

<JeffTheBodybuilder> Despite your short stature, your power is overwhelming. I get forced down to my knees and beg you to let me go. My hand and wrist are hurting bad. “Hey man, please let me go…” I almost whimper, “This is really rude, you know…”

<TheFinisher> Your eyes are filled with disbelief and panic, as you beg for me to loosen the hold. “Sure… I can let you go…” I let go of your arms. “But stay right there in your place, jobber. I have something to tell you.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You let go of my arms, and I can’t wait to shake the pain out. In the back of my head, I’m confused, angry, and honestly a bit scared. My past 2 defeats have changed me. I used to be abrasive and extremely confident with my strength, but now? I don’t know. I did not intend to lose the 2 fights prior, but those twinks overcame and decimated me anyways. Now I’m facing someone who’s still smaller than me but is significantly stronger. God only knows what he can do to me…

<TheFinisher> “You’re probably wondering why I requested private training with you. Because I see potential in you. I want to help you get stronger. I want to help you get revenge. But just now, that was an embarrassing performance from you. At this rate, you’ll just keep losing and never get to even touch our champ, Flip Thunder.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> “Flip Thunder?” That name triggers something in me… That’s the twink who defeated and then anally penetrated me center ring in a public match. He ended my career and forced me to come to SexFed, only for me to be destroyed again by Drew Evans… “He’s in the SexFed?”

<TheFinisher> “Yeah he’s the current champion. Oh, he was in the same show you when you got fucked by Drew. But yeah you certainly wasn’t up for anything that night after getting fucked like that.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> Fuck! I’m so oblivious to this situation. Did Flip get the promoter Adam to call me to join the SexFed? Did he set me up with Drew Evans? “What the fuck? Did he say anything about me?” I mumbled.

<TheFinisher> “Not at all. We both won our matches and went to the bar after. Not a single word. He’s not concerned with your level at this point.” I sneer, “Your only hope is with me. I’ll whip you into shape in this SexFed.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As a former champ, I now feel incredibly belittled and thusly enraged. I know you have insane grip strength, and I got scared, but I should still be overall stronger based on our size differences. If I get serious I can probably knock you out! “And how are you gonna help me get stronger?”

<TheFinisher> “You and I are gonna be a tag team. We’re gonna wrestle together. I will coach you in our matches and help you get wins. My condition is, you will be my sex slave the whole time we’re a tag team. You will adhere to my instructions, in or out of the ring. And I can use your body whenever I want.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I’m pissed at this suggestion. “And what if I don’t want that?”

<TheFinisher> “Let’s wrestle then. SexFed rules. If you defeat me today in this ring, you’re free to go. But if you lose, and I know you will, you will become my tag-team partner, and sex slave. Why don’t you make this easier for us and start kissing my shoes already, you're already on your knees.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I suddenly get up, trying to catch you off guard. I hug and push your body back and rush you towards the ring. Bam! Your back hits the ring apron. “If I win, you should be my sex slave instead!” I yell. Screw your proposal and so-called “help”! I will defeat you and prove the strength of my muscles and my training.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I rush you against the ring apron, and then start to squeeze you in my bearhug. As I start to lift you up, I sense your erect penis pressing on my abs. “I will squeeze a load out of you! Then you’re gonna worship me like the muscle god I am!”

<TheFinisher> I was a little surprised by your sudden movement and my back took a solid one on the ring apron. But I quickly braced myself and tightened my core as you put me in a bearhug. I admit, you are strong, but you are not used to all the muscle recruitment needed in a real fight. Just like your tidy footwork, your bearhug is also polite and well-mannered. My abs are pushing back effectively against your arms. I think your muscles are so used to put on a show, you never really experienced what it takes to put away your opponent. In other words, you don’t know how to bearhug someone for real. I have to laugh. I didn’t think it’d be this easy! My dick gets hard as I picture how I’m going to enjoy your body in a moment… I clap behind your ears and smash my iron forearms into your ears — those forearms that just destroyed you in the handshake.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> Just as I think I have you cornered, I hear you laughing, and the next second I know, I feel a strong impact on my ears. It hurts like hell and I have to put you down. What… What could’ve happened… I thought I had you. How did you shrug off my bearhug that easily! I’m doubled over, nursing my head.

<TheFinisher> I grab your head and smash it on the ring apron. I see you instinctively put your hands up, but I follow through after your hands have slapped the canvas so your head actually hit the ring apron. I don’t smash too hard of course, I still need you conscious and cooperative, though I do sense your body losing balance. I lift your head up and smash it down again for a second and third time, sensing your hands offer less and less resistance each time. I let you go and stand in front of you. As your body uncontrollably slump over, your face is now resting on my dick.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As I’m still dazed, I sense you grabbing my head and pushing it down towards the ring apron. I instinctively put my hands up. But after my hands have slapped the apron, I feel you still pushing down! I tried to push back with my arms but you’re so strong that whatever resistance I had was broken immediately and my head actually hit the apron! There’s no way… I’m outmuscled for the first time in my life! I am now dazed and losing balance, yet I feel you lifting and smashing my head again! After 3 smashes, despite me trying everything I can to keep fighting, I’m groggy and losing control of my own body. Just like that, you neutralized my 265 lbs of muscles in under a minute. I crumble before your superior strength and fall forward. I sense your body catching my fall.

<TheFinisher> I look down at your half-conscious and useless muscled body leaning on mine. “My first lesson to you is that you are not that strong in a fight. It’s all roided show muscle, and you shouldn’t rely on that in the SexFed.”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> It’s so humiliating to hear that I, a 6’4” mountain of muscles, am not strong enough… But it’s the truth. I’m completely overpowered. Yet I still have some pride and fight left in me. “What do you mean…” I mumble with my lips right against our impressive bulge, groggy and dazed, “I’m not strong enough…”

<TheFinisher> My dick is throbbing as I feel your lips rubbing against my bulge. I grab your head and start rubbing along my chub, “You’re probably very strong in your lifts. But you ultimately lack real fighting experience and can’t engage the right muscles fast enough. You need real fighting acumen to submit your opponent in the SexFed, and your bloated, watery show muscles are not gonna cut it.” I let go of your head, reach down and start to caress your huge pecs and nipples through your cotton tank top, “Plus, your weakness is so prominent...”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As I search desperately for the little fight left in me, I sense you start pushing my lust button, and all hopes of my comeback go out the window. The fabric rubbing my nipple makes the sensation extra smooth compared to bare hands… My dick immediately jumps up; my body starts quivering and my muscles convulsing. This is the first time my nips are played with while my head is woozy. The mixture of different types of brain hazes from grogginess and horniness sent me over the edge… I can’t help but start moaning. Fuck. I ain’t no pushover… Or so I’d like to think. The truth is I’m enjoying being worked over by you. I had gripes against my previous opponents cos I think they cheated, so I never truly gave in. But you, you tamed me so convincingly with brute force…

<TheFinisher> Your nipples are a well-known delicacy in the wrestling circle. I draw circles around your nub, then gently nudge them with my finger nails. Your loud moans show that my techniques are working. “Come on. That’s all you got? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.” I drag you up by the nipples. I push your body against the ring apron, my handing pushing your head back, your back pressing against the bottom rope. I put my mouth against one of your nubs and start sucking your teat. “Come on, fight back, you muscle cow. Fight back so I can further beat you down!”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> My giant but helpless muscles are twitching as you work over my hyper-sensitive nipples. My dick is now rock hard and my pre is spewing out uncontrollably, staining my grey sports trunks. I try to pry your hands away, but as you carefully and strategically stimulate my nubs, I find myself unable to gather any strength. But even if I could, deep down I know, all my show muscles are still no match for your strength anyway. The most muscular cow is still a cow in front of a lion... Suddenly I feel the pleasure in my nips turn into pain as you drag me up by my nubs! I am then slammed against the ring. I’m unable to fight back. As you start suckling on my erect tits, I moan uncontrollably and my quivering body starts secreting my famous muscle milk.

<TheFinisher> You weren’t able to respond to my taunt, but started spewing out milk instead. Truly a muscle bitch like the rumors claim. The milk tastes like regular milk, but a bit more sticky. As I suckle on your udder, I feel your already inferior strength waning even further. You try to push my head away, but the ecstasy just made you pull my head further in on your nipples instead. “What happened to your bravado earlier? We’re not even in the ring yet, and you’re done?” I wipe my mouth, then pull you out by your nips, before sending you back inside the ring.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You drag me out by my nipples again, and toss me into the ring. We didn’t even get in the ring, and I’m already spent and emasculated… Now that we are separated, I reflect on my situation a bit more clearly. The gap between our strengths is appalling. I have never felt so helpless and submissive in my wrestling career. If this was a pro show, you’d probably be taking bumps for me left and right, and no one could have guessed how much stronger you actually are. Yet you made quick work of me and drained me of my strength. I lie center ring, face down, like a dirty, used-up rag, staining the canvas with muscle milk and pre. My nipples are sore and my limbs feel like noodles. I’m a pile of overgrown but useless muscles, half spacing out, trying to recover from my grogginess. I’m twitching from time to time, as I moan in the aftershock of all the pain and pleasure I just endured.

<TheFinisher>  I join in the ring and circle your carcass, admiring my handiwork. I love seeing a bodybuilding bitch broken down like this. You are a mess lying on the canvas. I lightly kick the side of your body, and you just respond in groans. “Look at you! What happened to making me your sex slave?” I step and put my feet slightly above the back of your knees, then I grab your arms and sit down, and put you in a Mexican surfboard.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> “Aggghh!” I sense my body hoisted up in your Mexican surfboard. It doesn’t really hurt that bad, but my hamstrings and shoulders are stretched in this position. The feeling of my body being torn apart, and the implication of my muscles being disintegrated and destroyed amplifies my humiliation. This sensation turns me on further and makes my body even more sensitive. I can’t help but quiver in your ruthless hold. “Put me down… please… Curtis…” I start begging, almost crying, “Let… me go…”

<TheFinisher> “OK. This is what you wanted.” I let go of your arms and now your upper body is draping upside down with no support. I grab onto your tank top and RIP! Your tank top tears in half. Your gorgeous and bulging torso is now half-exposed, hanging uselessly as I further abuse and torture this muscle god. I start circling your nipples while your body is suspended and dangling in my Mexican surfboard, making you twist and moan loudly. 

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You release my arms and I lose support, so my body hangs down and is stretched even further. Then you tear my tank top apart, exposing my chest. Then you rain down more punishment as you continue to work over my sensitive nipples, now skin-to-skin. I start to writhe and moan as you continue to expertly stimulate and abuse my nipples between your fingers. Despite how much my useless muscles are struggling, I’m locked in the Mexican surfboard with no escape. My raging boner is desperately and uselessly pointed into the void, on the verge of cumming. My pre forms a giant wet spot on my grey shorts. “I give…” I can’t stand the sexual onslaught any longer…

<TheFinisher> “You give?” Your submission turns me on even more. Oh boy, do I have more in store for you, “But I’m not done with you yet!” I release your nips, then pull your upside-down torso to one side, and wrap my right arm around your neck, to put you in a perverted and brutal upside-down dragon sleeper. “How do you like this, jobber?”

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You let go of my nips but put me in a dragon sleeper, as I’m still hanging from your half-Mexican surfboard. I’ve never been in this hold before. As I sense your biceps tightening around my neck, I am overwhelmed by your complete dominance over me. It’s extra effective as I’m hanging upside down and all the blood has already rushed to my head, making me dizzy. “I’m about to pass out…” I protrude my crotch even further into the air. My hard-trained mountainous muscles turned into nothing but a toy for you to have your way with…

<TheFinisher> As I have you in my suspended dragon sleeper, I lock my lips on your left nipple, my tongue swirling on your nub. I sense your body convulsing and struggling involuntarily even harder, but I still have you locked in tight. At the same time, I land a few playful but devastating punches to your lower abdomen, below (or above? since your torso’s upside down) your belly button, to apply pressure on your prostate. “How does this feel, muscle jobber? Ready to give up your load?” Between the gut punches, I grab your dick and stroke it violently. I rub your head through your wet grey shorts, and use my fingernail to dig into your urethra, before returning to my gut punches.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As you land punches in my lower abdomen, a strange sensation comes over me and I feel my prostate being stimulated. I’m already on the verge of passing out and all my erogenous zones are being assaulted, and it’s sensory overload. I’m suspended, feeling pressure on the back of my thighs. My body is being torn apart and I’m being choked out. At the same time you unleash waves and waves of sexual onslaught on my nips. My prostate is on fire from your gut punches as you abuse my helpless raging boner… I can’t hold it in any more… I twitch and release ropes of cum, seeping out of my grey shorts and they land on my abs, then drip down my bulging, sculpted muscles, tracing the peaks and ridges of my abs as I pant and moan.

<TheFinisher> “What a pathetic muscle god you are. You submitted and cummed. That's losing twice over.” I release the hold and you slump to the side. Now you are lying on the canvas, face up. Your boner is still prominent, now with white cum over the tip. Your body is twitching and your load leaves traces on your abs all the way to your pec and neck.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You release the hold and I collapse to your side. I let out a grunt as my body hits the canvas. Fuck… This is the most humiliating loss I have ever experienced… Though I barely escaped being choked out, I’m completely dominated and gave up my load. I lay on the canvas, panting, reeling from your abuse, my gigantic pecs going up and down with every breath. I’m half expecting my post-nut clarity to kick in. I know it’d be futile but I know I can muster some resistance finally, like I did in my matches with Flip and Drew. But the clarity does not kick in, my brain is still in a fog from the domination and exhaustion…

<TheFinisher> I sit on your face, facing your torso and legs. I put my hand on your body, wiping and spreading your own load over your plump and defenseless muscles. I scoop some cum from your bulge and rub on both of your nipples. You start to thrash and twitch as I circle and spread your own load on your sensitive nubs. But you can’t escape with my butt clamping down your face and legs on your neck.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You sit on my face and start spreading my own load on my body, rubbing my soft and tamed muscles. You start rubbing my cum on my nipples and I start violently twitching again… My cum is already acting like lube, then my nips start to secret muscle milk. The cum & milk mixture is viscous and thick; the sensation of your finger rubbing my lubed up nips is driving me even crazier. Normally, this twitching would throw any guy off of me, but your butt and thighs are not budging, as I hopelessly spasm and twitch under your superior strength.

<TheFinisher> I scooch down to put my mouth on your right nip, grinding my abs against your face. I grab your wrists, spread your arms out, and pin them. I start slurping and sucking your right nip. You have already lost your fight, and I have been further robbing you of your inferior strength with my nipple work. As I suckle on your lubed tits, your violent thrashing is contained, and dies down gradually as you lose steam to the pleasure. “One, two, three, won’t you look at that. You are pinned as well…” When the convulsions finally dissolve into moans and light twitches, I scooch up and move into a 69 position. I put my mouth on your still hard dick, while my own jumps out of my gear, pressing down your face.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As you suck on my nipple, I feel my strength being drained even further. Eventually my spasms die down as I run out of juice. Fuck… On top of submission and cum shot, I then get pinned. You start working on my dick, and I sense your oppressive bulge pressing down my face… My eyes roll back. Fuck… Deep down I’m bitter and still want to fight back, but right now I’m out of strength and just want to worship your superiority. I regroup and take your dick in my mouth and start to slurp up and down. I gaggle when your dick reaches all the way back my throat and I keep it there… This is the body that dominated mine. This is true strength… With your impressive bulge planted in my throat, my hands reach around and worship your muscular butt.

<TheFinisher> As I’m licking your shaft, I feel you sucking my dick too. Yeah, worship my dick beta boy. I sense my dick going in deeper and deeper, until it’s at the end of your throat as I feel something soft. I moan and stop my dick sucking from the stimulation. You keep my dick in your throat for a while. Despite your facade of masculinity, you must have so much practice that deepthroating is second nature to you. What a muscle bitch slut! However, this pleasure is indeed distracting…Could he be brewing a comeback?

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I keep sucking your dick while my hands keep exploring your thick body involuntarily. I’m so lost in my humiliation I didn’t notice you stopped sucking my dick. My hands roam up, and find your pecs and nipples. I can’t help but caress and tug on them…

<TheFinisher> As you tug on my nipples, ticks run down my spine and send signals to my dick. My nipples are hard wired as well, that’s why I can work on yours so effectively, because I personally know what feels best. You insolent muscle jobber! I knock your hand down and pin them on the canvas. With my dick still in your mouth, I squeeze my legs around your head, then start banging your hand against the floor. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… You dare try to take advantage of me sexually? Know your place, muscle bitch! As I count to 10, I release my load deep inside your throat.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You swat my hands down, and the next thing I know is your thighs squeezing my head and slamming it against the floor, with your dick still in the back of my throat. As you slam my head against the ring, I’m also running out of air… Tears form from all the gaggling and suffocation. Fuck… All of my training has been reduced to this… my physique becoming nothing but your muscle toy… I go out on a gaggled whimper. The last thing I felt before going out was a warm and viscous liquid releasing at the back of my throat. You stop your assault as I get knocked out while choking on your dick and cum.

<TheFinisher> I pull my dick out of your mouth, and I see you knocked out. But your huge, unconscious body is gasping for air out of instinct. I stand up and put one foot above your huge pecs and start the 10 count, but I know you’re not getting up any time soon. “That was a great attempt, Jeff.” I say, “If I didn’t have the experience in the SexFed, you might have gotten a come back.” After counting you out, I rub my foot gently into your sternum, trying to give you some stimulation to wake you up.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I regain consciousness, and slowly grasp the situation. I start to taste your musky and manly cum at the back of my throat, and see your body towering over mine. You have conquered me, Jeff Terror, the 6’4” muscle god. You broken me down physically and mentally, rendering my 265 lbs of muscles utterly useless. I have been submitted, pinned. I cummed and I got knocked out and counted out. I have lost completely... According to our agreement, I am now your tag partner...... and sex slave.

<TheFinisher> “Not a bad first day, slave.” I see you waking up, starry eyed. “Sit up and I’ll get you some water. Let’s go home. I prepared a special training dungeon just for you...”

Published: 2025-04-02, viewed 174 times.