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Starring
The basement lights dim until only the ring glows beneath a single overhead spotlight. The walls are lined with masked men, silent but eager, their shadows flickering like predators waiting for the kill. The air is thick with musk, sweat, and anticipation everyone knows this isn’t just a match.
Screamer Submit steps in, defiant but already surrounded, already swallowed by the atmosphere. I stand in the center, chest bare, my grin slow and cutting as my men looms just off my shoulder, eager to play his part. The tension coils in the room like a snake ready to strike tonight, only one of us walks out the same man we came in as.
Scream Submit
I've been chatting with this twunk of a guy. He kept me going for weeks. I wanted a fight and he was keen. Turns out he's part of a kink stable. I don't judge, but apparently to take his ass, I have to put mine on the line. The deal is, if I can beat his master, he's mine. I'm confident I've got this. I meet him as instructed, and he guides me to the basement. Suddenly the door is closed, locked, and there's over a dozen masked dudes in underwear or less around a ring. And in the center, there he is. Much bigger than I expected. I try and hide my shock as i strip down and slide into the ring in my blue speedo.
Dadicus
I stand tall in the center of the ring 6’2, 218 pounds of controlled power, every inch of me glistening under the low, warm lights of the basement arena. My gray briefs cling to me, the black waistband snug, the bulge up front leaving no mystery about what I’m packing. My signature mask sets me apart from the dozen silent subs surrounding the ring each one masked, kneeling, still. Waiting. Obedient. The scent in the air is unmistakable sweat, musk, tension, the quiet crackle of dominance thickening the space. This is my domain, and everything inside it everyone knows it. I watch you slide into the ring, trying to look composed in your tight little blue speedo, but I catch that flicker of hesitation. I step toward you slowly, my boots echoing softly on the canvas, the weight of my presence impossible to ignore. “So you’re the one dumb enough to come challenge me... just for a chance at one of my subs?” My eyes drag down your body casual, invasive, unbothered. I let a slow smirk curl across my lips as I lick them, tasting the tension in the air. “You’re smaller than I expected… but you’ve got fight in you. Good. Makes it more fun when I break you.” “And when I’m done, you’ll fit in nicely on your black briefs, masked like the rest of them another trophy I made mine.” I stop just short of you, chest rising and falling with calm control. “Now… let’s see how much you really want him.”
Scream Submit
The air is drenched in sweat and testosterone. My instincts fire up, flushing my body with excitement, giving a nervous swallow i try and down play. Each word you speak as me drawing deeper breath. My chest puffing up like a posturing animal. "Hey, when I kick your ass, maybe I'll take a piece of you instead of your boy." Standing on my tip toes to get eye level as our charts abs bulges press against one another. And I suddenly try and swing my elbow into your ribs and ram you with my shoulder.
Dadicus
I watch you rise onto your toes, puffing out your chest, trying to meet my gaze. Your body pressed against mine, abs and bulges grinding in challenge. I smirk, unbothered, my voice low and mocking. “Trying to look taller… puffing up like that? Only insecure men do that. This is going to be a quick fight… you—” Before I can finish, your elbow snaps into my ribs, catching me off guard. The impact stuns me for a breath, and then WHAM you ram your shoulder into me, driving me down to the mat. The room erupts as my back hits the canvas, the crowd of masked subs shifting in silence around the ring. For a second, you're on top. But even from the mat, my eyes stay locked on you burning, focused, dangerous. You may have struck first... but now you’ve made it real.
Scream Submit
I seize on the windrow of opportunity i have, straddling you and dropping my knee on your abs as I lean forward and claw your pecs as hard as I can, trying to push your forearms down with my knees as I grind my kneecaps asking your body. Your stoic reaction only making me want to go harder, about to smother your face with my bulge
Dadicus
I hit the mat hard, the surprise still echoing through my ribs. You’re quick, too quick and your knee crashes down into my abs. “Ughff…” I grunt, the air knocked from my lungs for a moment. You straddle me fast, pinning my arms beneath your knees, grinding your bulge right against my face like you’ve won something. I breathe in deep intentionally catching the musk of your body, the heat of your desperation. And I smile. It smells good. But you’ve made one mistake… you let me want you. A fire lights inside me dark, hungry. I don’t need to rush. I let you settle in, let you think you’ve taken control. Then suddenly my legs shoot up, wrapping around your arms as I twist and fold you backward, locking you tight in a humiliating roll-up. Your ass is now up in the air, exposed, your back bent, my thighs squeezing your arms in place as the crowd of masked subs silently lean in, watching. “Mmm…” I growl beneath you. “Now that’s a view I can work with.”
Dadicus
With your body folded under mine, your ass still in the air, I let one hand slide down the curve of your trunks, fingers tracing the line where your ass cheeks meet. I take my time, dragging my palm across your taint, down to the center until I find your bulge, hot and pulsing through the tight material. I give it a firm, deliberate squeeze enough to make you gasp, enough to make you feel it. “Mmm… yeah,” I whisper darkly. “Let me give you a little taste… of what kind of fight you just walked into.” I lean in closer, my breath hot on your lower back, hand still wrapped around your package like I already own it. “By the end of this… you’ll be begging to be masked.”
Scream Submit
I'm loving being on top of your, flexing for your boys, feeling your breath on my junk. Feeling like a true alpha, until a swift hook and sweep of your legs, it's all taken away. Even my flexing pose used avaunt me as you hold my arms down with your powerful legs. Your steering calloused hand wrapping around my balls, shaking it dominantly as I squirm, my cock throbbing against the fabric. I manage to hold in my whimper, until your words run into my ear like lava hot honey and I let a whimpered yelp out before snapping out of it and thrashing wildly, swinging my fist blindly around at you while the other one trying to free my manhood from your possession.
Dadicus
I feel your body squirming, your pride cracking just beneath the surface. You try to hide it, try to fight it, but that soft little yelp you let slip… that was all I needed. I smirk. “There it is,” I whisper. “Couldn’t hold it in, could you?” With no warning, I lift my hand and crack it hard across your balls a sharp, echoing slap that makes the masked subs around the ring straighten, their eyes locked in silent obedience. I let go of your bulge and stand, towering over you as you gasp. I take a second to admire your body... flushed, tense, trying so hard to stay composed as your hands instinctively cup yourself. “Now everyone’s watching,” I growl, voice deep and dark. “Let’s give them a show.” I grab you by the arm, yank you up roughly, and slam my knee into your gut THUD folding you over with a grunt. Before you can fall, I swing my forearm down across your back with brutal force CRACK sending shockwaves through your body. The sound echoes off the concrete walls of the basement like a gunshot as you crash to one knee at my feet, your body jerking with pain, your breath stolen. “That’s more like it,” I murmur, circling you slowly. “On your knees. Where you’ll be by the end of the night.”
Scream Submit
I let out a squeal like a pig when you let my balls have it. Jolting and bucking like i got electrocuted, you actually letting me go as I lie, paralysed, gasping for air, holding my nuts, bobbing through watery eyes. I want to resist you, everything in me says I should, but I can't muster the strength. You use me and set me up, knocking me around like a crash test dummy. Panting on my knees, I growl and with a grunt, launch myself at you, my shoulder flying towards your gut.
Dadicus
I didn’t see it coming. I thought you’d stay down, clinging to your balls, gasping like the mess you were. But then BAM your shoulder drives into my gut like a last gasp of pride, knocking the wind from me and bringing me down to one knee. I grunt, surprised, but only for a second. My eyes narrow. My body tenses. And before you can pull back, my hand lashes out, clamping around your throat like a trap snapping shut. “Ohhh… you’ve still got a little fire,” I growl, smirking as I rise. “Let’s burn it out of you.” I drag you upward by the neck, forcing your body on your feet, to obey. My fingers tighten not enough to cut off your air, just enough to remind you who’s in control now. And in that moment, I lean in close, voice low and intimate. “I like it when they fight back. Makes it so much sweeter when they break.”
Scream Submit
I can't even compose myself to get on my feet before your dragging me to them. On my tiptoes as I dangle choking. Helpless as you hold me there, the power in your arms holding me aloft alone is enough to get my cock harder as I paw at your fist. And your words, you see by the way my brow furrows, they cut deep and I'm leaking more than ever. I see a chance, as you get close, I look at that ample and intimidating manhood and go to kick it
Dadicus
Your foot shoots up fast... too fast, and lands hard, square between my legs. “UNGH... fuck!” I release my grip on your throat immediately, stumbling back a step, one hand cupping my balls, the other grabbing your shoulder to steady myself. My breath hitches, pain radiating through my core as I grit my teeth, jaw clenched tight. The subs around the ring shift, some gasping behind their masks, watching the unthinkable you getting a shot in. I lean into you, chest to chest, my breath hot against your ear, still holding onto you to keep from collapsing. “You just made… a very big mistake.” The heat in my voice is darker now. Not shaken. Not broken. Just furious.
Scream Submit
You weight on me, and the immensity of your mass really felt. Backing away as you stage towards me. Maybe our of arrogance, cockiness or fear, i feel you coming at me and pull you diem to try and force your momentum into the pole, tripping you as I try and get out the way.
Dadicus
Still winded from the low blow, I lurch forward, trying to stay upright my hand on your shoulder the only thing holding me steady. But you twist, shift your weight, and suddenly I’m stumbling. My footing slips and CRACK! my shoulder slams hard into the steel ring post. A deep grunt rips from my chest as I stagger back, the shock shooting through my collarbone and down my spine. The masked subs flinch, the ring echoing with the impact, a sharp contrast to the steady domination I’d held just moments ago. I rotate my shoulder slowly, jaw tight, breathing rough as I glare at you. That cocky little trick just earned you something you won’t forget. “Alright…” I growl, low and dangerous. “You want to fight dirty? Then I’ll show you what dirty really feels like.”
Scream Submit
My heart racing, my ego soaring seeing this muscle beast hit the post. Looking yourself up, pushing on the ropes, I run and jump, intending on landing on your shoulders and back is something of a reverse bronco buster, bouncing on your body and pressing it into the ropes. "Maybe I'll take ALL your boys!" Holding the top rope with one hand, the other leaning back to slap your muscles glutes as hard as I can. Then grabbing your waistband and pulling up on it, giving your ass the strongest wedgie i can, knowing it's even constricting around your alpha junk. "Maybe I'll collar and cuff you and we can all have a go! Eh boys?!" Laughing, even as the subs watch on, knowing that wherever this goes, they're going to enjoy the show.
Dadicus
Your weight crashes onto my shoulders, and the ropes bite into my chest as you grind down, bouncing like you own the damn ring. My muscles tense under you, every slap to my ass stoking the fire already burning in my core. You yank my waistband up hard, the fabric riding high, wedging tight between my cheeks and grinding against my cock. I grunt low, my fists curling around the middle rope as the crowd of masked subs watches in silence, caught between shock… and anticipation. Then you say it "Maybe I’ll collar and cuff you and we can all have a go!" And that’s it. My jaw clenches. My back rises with each breath. My whole body shakes not in pain… but in fury. “You want the alpha, huh?” I snarl, voice raw against the ropes. “You better enjoy this moment, Screamer… 'cause when I turn around, I’m not stopping until you’re begging to be collared.” But I don’t strike yet. I stay there... gritting through the grind, through the wedgie, through your little display giving the crowd exactly what they didn’t expect: the beast letting the mouse dance. For now.
Scream Submit
I lean down, pulling up on your mask, growling in your ear "I'm enjoying every fucking second." Grinding my hard cock against your upper back as I wrench at your trunks. I grab the middle rope, pulling up on it, pushing it into your neck as I lean back, burrowing my hand between your flexing glutes, rummaging until I get my fingers around your alpha balls "Scream for me beta boy!" Grabbing your nuts and pulling them back and upwards as I try abs ride you like a bucking bull.
Dadicus
You ride my back like a man possessed, grinding your cock against me like you own it, your fingers clawing between my glutes until they wrap around my balls. I grunt, jaw tight as you yank back on my sweaty soaked briefs, the fabric digging in, cock tenting forward under the strain. “Ahh fuck… mghhh!” And then you say it. “Scream for me, beta boy!” Everything freezes for a split second. My knuckles white around the ropes. My chest rising with rage. My vision... red. I roar from deep in my chest, a feral sound that shakes the air around us. I explode backward, bucking my hips and slamming you onto the matt, forcing you to let go or get crushed. You barely have time to react before I spin around, reach behind your head, and rip off your grip on my trunks. My hand drives into your throat, slamming you hard into the corner as I press in, full body pinning you, rage dripping from every breath. “You want a scream, bitch?” I snarl inches from your face. “You’re gonna beg before this night’s over.” I grab your waistband with both hands, yank you out of the corner like a ragdoll, spin, and slam you face-first into the mat with a violent headlock diver that bounces your body across the ring. I rise slowly, towering over you, eyes blazing, chest heaving. “You're not riding me again,” I growl. “You're mine now.”
Scream Submit
The surge or power like a tidal wave rising from underneath me. Pinned up against the corner, feet off the ground trying to find purchase on the ropes or anywhere. But before I can make any progress, you hurl me into the ring, my head ringing on impact, my body rag dolling into a crumbled mess. My eyes open, but vision blurred and head swimming. The cheers of the boys watching as they look on what they knew was coming, sitting up in avid attention, eager to see their alpha flex his power and status.
Dadicus
I adjust my bulge, letting the tight gray fabric settle back into place still hard, still heavy, still in control. My eyes drag across your wrecked body as you twitch on the canvas, dazed and aching under the weight of your own mistake. I grab your leg and drag you to the center of the ring like you're nothing but a limp trophy. No rush. I want the boys watching to take in every second. Then I twist, knotting your legs with mine, and lock in the figure-four my weight crashing down, locking your body into a vise of pain. You cry out as I crank it deep, but I’m not done. “You wanted to grab my crotch?” I growl, leaning forward with a wicked grin. “Let’s see how you like it.” I reach down between your legs and grab your bulge, squeezing hard slow, cruel, and possessive. My fingers dig in, pulling and squeezing hard making your body tense and tremble, the pain crashing across your face. Your body jerks in the hold, but my legs stay locked tight. You're not going anywhere. “How’s that feel, huh?” I taunt, voice low and thick with heat. “You wanted the alpha... now you’ve got all of him.”
Scream Submit
Walking with the unstoppable force of a tectonic plate, you drag me by the leg as my brain reboots. Coming to awareness just in time for that sudden flare of pain in my legs getting locked and leveraged. The boys watching, standing in excitement as you execute it flawlessly. My back arching, teeth clenched, body flexing as my legs are wracked with pain. The lads watching in anticipation as you flex your forearm as you latch into my balls and they go wild cheering as you clamp into my nuts and I bellow "AAAARRGHH!" Thrashing, pulling myself up, taking back down. My buddy wanting to both curl up and spasm back. Arms flailing, I even try and pull your arm away, squealing in pain as my testicular chords are yanked. Lifting my hands in surrender a you grind and knead them, capturing my nuts with your fingers and torturing them with your thumb as I warble and yodel in pain, my cock hard, leaking on my abs.
Dadicus
I release the hold, letting your battered body slump against the canvas. But I’m not done, not even close. “Time to show you why I run this place,” I growl, grabbing your leg and twisting your body until you're face-down on the mat. I kneel beside you, plant one knee, and yank your leg up WHAM slamming your knee into the floor once, then again. The crack echoes off the basement walls, your body twitching with each brutal strike. I fold that leg into mine, locking it tight, then drive my boot down onto the side of your head pressing your face into the mat, your moans muffled by sweat and humiliation. “Stay down, boy,” I hiss, grabbing your last leg, slamming it twice into the mat until you jolt like a puppet, then folding it into my arm. Now you're mine completely. A devastating bow and arrow variation, your spine bent like a weapon, your legs twisted, your head trapped under my boot. The pain radiates through your whole body, your back and knees screaming for mercy, the crowd of masked subs watching with wild-eyed devotion. “Scream louder,” I snarl above you, flexing harder. “Let them hear who owns you now.” as I keep jerking your legs down.
Scream Submit
Your a beast, throwing me around like I'm laundry. Beating my legs into the ground and disabling them with each savage beating. Adding pain to more pain, kicking them up, madding me scream and writhe, face pinned to the ground. And flailing as the guys leap around, pointing at me getting wrecked, like they knew it was going to happen all along. The guy that lured me here gives me a look, as if I was his gift to you and I feel into his trap, and yours.
Dadicus
I keep the pressure on, feeling your body twitch and jolt beneath me. Your groans fuel my smirk. “Not done,” I growl, releasing your leg from mine only to trap both your arms instead, locking us back-to-back. I rise, your broken frame coming with me, and hook both your legs up into the air inverted glory special. Your body is stretched out above the ring, helpless, exposed, every muscle pulled tight. I start walking the ring slowly, parading you like a trophy, jerking your body up and down with every step. Your face flushes red as the blood rushes straight to your head, your cock bulging in your tight gear, betrayed by your own lust. “Where is he?” I murmur, eyes scanning the crowd of masked submissives. “The one you thought you'd take. Let’s make sure he sees what kind of little plaything you really are.” I yank harder on your limbs, making you moan, squirm, leak, swinging your body for everyone to see. The boys cheer wildly... but you're the main event now.
Scream Submit
My works is hung upside-down, body racked in pain. Being humiliated, dominated and tortured. "Awwwwfkkkkk!" Gritted teeth. The boy who lured me here pridefully standing at the corner, feet on the lower ropes but stick out above the others. He shaves, saluting you as you pass. He's very proud of his catch as you stride me past. Presenting my body to him. He pinches my nipples, rakes his fingers across my torso. Then goes for my balls "No.. no no no, please.. pl- ARRRRGHH FUCK! MY BALLS! EEEARRRGHH!" him cruelly kneading my nuts as I flex helplessly, the crowd cheering on their men
Dadicus
“Ohh… so you’re the one, Buster,” I murmur with a slow, knowing chuckle as I parade your body past the crowd, still suspended in my punishing hold. “You sly little fuck…” I halt right in front of him, your upside-down body twitching with every subtle movement I make. “Buster here has a thing,” I say loudly, letting everyone hear. “He loves to bring in the cocky ones… the ones who think they’ll own him. But what really gets him off?” I lean in, voice dropping. “Watching them fall. Watching me break them.” Buster grins beneath his mask, eyes gleaming. He steps closer and slides his fingers into your waistband with a practiced touch, tugging the fabric up just enough to expose your throbbing cock... not for release, but for control. “Permission, sir?” he asks, voice thick with anticipation. I smirk. “Go ahead, Buster. Make him squirm.”
Dadicus
As he reaches in and grips you, his fingers tightening, I pull your arms back harder and jerk your body up and down once more. The crowd roars behind us not for blood, but for ownership. For the spectacle of watching another challenger melt into submission before their Alpha. “You’re not here to win,” I growl into your ear. “You’re here to be claimed.” as Buster start to squeeze your balls harder and starts to suck on your cock, getting it all wet, edging you just enough but not letting you release.
Scream Submit
Moaning, until he starts to cruelly grind my balls against one another. I squeal, shaking my head and body, trying to reach my balls but your powerful arms keep me restrained and controlled, so I'm reaching but am helpless. Even getting one of his bros to take a photo as I screamed while he crushed my nuts. I'm whisky starting to realize how deep i am, and how much I've been played and fallen into this trap. My precum dripping up my abs as I squirm.
Buster’s voice cuts through the steamy air, sharp and commanding: “Who owns you now?” he growls, gripping your aching balls just tight enough to make your body jolt. I keep you stretched in the inverted glory special, your body helplessly suspended and on display, your back arched over mine as I walk you slowly around the ring for all to see. The masked subs cheer and whistle, fully locked into the spectacle unfolding in front of them. “Say it,” Buster barks again, his tone laced with dominance and teasing delight as he delivers a firm slap to your balls again. I chuckle darkly, loving how easily you’re falling apart between the two of us. “C’mon,” I murmur in your ear, low and taunting, “Give him what he wants. Give us both what we want.”
Scream Submit
Letting our a low guttural and painted groan as my balls are caught and compressed in his fist. Thrashing like a fish nailed to wall, throwing my head from side to side as I yell out, trapped and helpless. Paraded around like a trophy until that twunk's fingers wrap around my nuts, slapping them with the other. Barking on impact, my whole body demanding i shield my nuts, but I can't reach an inch further. Eyes watering "p... please. " I squeak out between gasping for air "y... you do... he does...I... can't take any m-" my words cut short as I buck from a jolt of nut pain as Buster flicks my tanked testicles, cocky grin impacting my nuts with his finger as it bulges with shiny taught sack skin "Nawww... you had your chance." He muses and just starts flicking my nuts, alternating between left and right "EEEEAAARRGH!" thrashing wildly as my balls get viciously targeted and only makes me harder. My bucking getting frantic, moving too much, so the cruel twunk presses his thumb so into my nut, Buster getting off on how his one finger can make a man scream for mercy... mercy that's not coming any time soon.
Dadicus
I hear your breath catch the music of your broken voice echoing through the dungeon-like basement, your body trembling beneath the pressure. I glance down at Buster, one of my most loyal, twisted subs, as he looks up at me, hunger in his eyes, hand already palming his own bulge. “Master… let me prepare him for you,” he growls, almost begging, the lust in his voice undeniable. I smirk and release you from the inverted hold, letting your body collapse to the mat like a puppet with cut strings. The room watches in silence. For a moment. And then Buster pounces. Like a wolf scenting blood, he’s on you. Quick. Precise. He grabs your wrists and ankles, folding you tight into his legs, ass up, body locked in position. Your face flushes, the crowd roaring with hunger. Buster doesn’t need ropes he is the restraint. His legs are strong and I have thought him well. You squirm as he licks his fingers, but he’s already brushing his fingers down your private cave, whispering something only you can hear. I stay standing, towering above you both, arms crossed, my body glistening with sweat and dominance. I don’t need to move to control the room... I own the room. “You still think this was about claiming one sub?” I chuckle, circling slowly. “No, Screamer. This was a test. A stage. A lesson.” My boots echo against the floor. “You weren’t here to win… You were here to kneel.”
Scream Submit
"No, don't nmhnn!" My voice smothered by Busters sweaty crotch as he pushes it in my face. I can't help but try and surge out, but with a dark chuckle and a finger fish-hook inside me he makes me jolt , paralyzed as I yell into his manhood, vibrating it as he moans in pleasure. He checks his right in locked in and gives your a bid. I lie there, vulnerable and locked up
Scream Submit
He is just showing off, holding me, slapping my bare ass, grinding his fist Indy my nuts, jerking me and polishing my cock ass he twists and bends my dick.
Dadicus
I watch Buster work your body like he’s rehearsed it a hundred times, his grip relentless, his control absolute. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go your legs pinned, your pride exposed. “He’s tighter than I imagined, Master,” Buster growls, shooting me a smirk as he digs in deeper. “You’re gonna enjoy breaking this one.” You jolt as he delivers a sharp into your balls, your body bucking with no escape. “Stop squirming,” he barks, his voice laced with frustration and thrill. “Don’t make me look bad in front of him.” Another slap, harder this time to show you who is in control. I stay back, arms crossed, letting the scene unfold. My stable of subs watches with wide eyes behind their masks. You wanted one of them. Now they’re watching you become one of them. As Buster shoves another two fingers in.
Scream Submit
Even my attempts to squirm out are pathetic. Not sure how to move or what I can do to escape as I get more worn down, being forced to accept as each moment goes by, I'm helpless, and trapped. In this room, in the l this ring, and in the hold. Wise, you're getting in my fucking head as you strut around like assume sadist instructor master-class
Scream Submit
He's just enjoying himself, burrowing in my right hole, knowing he's one of the first to claim my virgin ass. My body shaking, trying to relax since I have no other choice
Dadicus
Buster rises smoothly, sweat glistening on his chest as he circles you like a proud servant offering tribute. “I think he’s ready, Master,” he calls out, voice full of twisted delight. Without waiting for approval, he props you up into a seated position, letting you catch a breath but only just. Then, like a predator showing off his catch, Buster moves behind you and locks your legs in place, hooking one under his own and lifting the other high into the air. The submission stretches your body wide, exposing every inch under the basement lights. One knee plants firmly into the mat for control, the other arm keeping your leg pinned skyward, forming a brutal, humiliating lifted spladle that leaves you nowhere to hide. Your abs tighten, limbs shaking from the pressure, as the masked subs around the ring watch eagerly. Buster flexes his arms, holding you still presenting you for me like a prize that’s already half broken. I step forward slowly, arms folded, watching your muscles strain, your chest heaving, your face flushed with exhaustion and frustration. “You wanted a challenge,” I murmur, eyes locked on yours. “But all you’ve done is prove you belong right here. On display, with me”
Scream Submit
Moaning as I'm lifted in this vertical splayed hold. My hips stretching as my legs are pulled apart, and Buster, the cocky fuck if flexing, feeling me up and showing me off to you and his peers in the crowd. "Now we get to watch as you get dis-MAN-tled..." Flicking my nuts again to make me jolt "and if you're a good pet, you can beg to be reMANtled to one of master's masked boys. That is, after we're done with you. "
Dadicus
I watch Buster work you over, showing you off like a trophy, his cocky grin aimed at me and the crowd. His words echo through the basement, each one twisting the knife deeper into your pride. I finally step forward, boots echoing against the mat, the crowd of masked subs parting slightly to keep their perfect view. I crouch down in front of you, my mask level with your flushed, strained face. I let my hand cup your chin, forcing you to look me in the eye as Buster holds you stretched wide. “Here’s how this is going to work,” I say, my voice calm but dripping with authority. “Every time you moan, I get to make you regret it by slapping your balls” I glance at Buster, who grins under his mask. “Or…” I pause, letting the weight of the choice settle in, “…I can let Buster here do it nonstop until he feels like stopping.” I straighten up, pacing slowly around you, letting my shadow fall across your body. “So… which is it, Screamer? Do you give me control… or do you hand yourself over to him entirely?” Buster tightens the hold a little more, just to make your answer come quicker.
Scream Submit
Buster wrenches at my legs and I snarl, forcing a moan back in and changeling it through rage. Jaw tight as I squirm from the pain "YOU!" I bark out. "YOU! Not this devious little cumdump that couldn't fight to- AAAARGHHH!" yelling as he pry's at my legs to punish me. He releases the stretch just a little "If... if I'm gonna... get punished... it'll be by the real man not his bi-cHAAAAAA!" bellowing as Busters fingers ring around my balls and pull them as far as they'll go, further than I thought they could out of pure anger, cruelty and domination.
Dadicus
I hold up a hand to Buster. “Enough,” I say, my voice cutting through the noise like a blade. He freezes, still holding you stretched wide, your chest heaving, your body twitching from the punishment. I step in close, my shadow falling over both of you, my gaze locked on your red, defiant face. “You really want to test me, Screamer?” I say, my tone low and dangerous. “Fine. You get me. good choice.” I nod at Buster, and he shifts his grip, presenting you to me like an offering. I crouch down, my eyes never leaving yours, letting the tension stretch just long enough for the crowd to lean in. “You’ve been mouthing off since you walked in here. This is where it stops. From here on out, you’re going to learn what it means to belong to me, in front of every single one of them.” I hook my thumbs under my waistband, sliding my briefs down slowly, the crowd roaring with anticipation. I don’t even have to touch you yet the message is already clear. Your body goes tense, your breathing quickens. You know exactly what’s coming… and that you can’t stop it. "I'm going in boy, as I let a strand of spit hit my girthy cock get ready remember not to moan or their will be consequences" my tone low but seductive.
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I'm forced to watch, and just as your girthy cock lurches over your waistband like a fleshy Pringle's can. I dint moan, but I do whimper. Wide eyes and intimidated. Panting, trying to accept my fate, but I'm still terrified of you splitting me in half. So I take some deep breaths and try and prepare myself
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"Do your fucking worst... if I'm going down, I'm gonna show you I'm a sub worth breaking in." Scowling at Buster, looking at you defiantly, but forcing myself from raising my voice or fists.
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“Ohhh… I’m going to enjoy you,” I say with a slow, dark grin. “I haven’t had someone like you in a while... feisty. I like that.” I step in close, my cock pressing against your tight whole, the heat radiating between us. My hands roam deliberately over you, testing your tension, feeling every flinch and twitch. “We’ll start slow…” I murmur, my breath hot against your ear, “so you understand exactly what’s coming.” The crowd of masked subs leans in, their muffled cheers echoing through the basement as I keep you locked in place, drawing it out so every second burns into your memory as I shove my sword deep withing your cave.
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Drawing breath, focused and determined. Building up a you drag it out. In trying to brace myself and put on a brave face. The masked boys watching my face, scanning for that moment i feel but can't see your forearm against my ass. I draw a sharp inhale as the guys leer on, pointing to indicate to their peers what was about to unfold. They laugh at my determination, watching on as if they know something I don't. That's when it hits me, it's not your wrist or arm, it's your fucking cock. Pushing my ass cheeks apart slowly, making me whimper and moan a you take your time prying the gates open.
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“Ahhh… tight,” I murmur in a low growl, my voice thick with satisfaction. “There we go…” Your body reacts instantly, a mix of tension and sound spilling out before you can stop it. I tilt my head and smirk. “Was that a moan… or a whimper?” Before you can answer, my hand snaps sharply against your swollen balls, making your body jolt. “What did I tell you, boy? Hold it in, I know you can” I keep my palm hovering threateningly, ready to strike again if you so much as whimper the wrong way from the hit. The masked subs murmur with excitement, waiting to see if you can control yourself or if you’ll crack.
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"AWWWW FUUUCK... fu-uh-uuhh-kkkkk..." more a plea for mercy on my nut sack, my balls flaring with pain from my core as I go rigid, then limp. "fuuuuuck..." groaning in ball bashed agony. Busters snide laughter adding salt into the intimate wound. "S... sorry... sir..." coughing out words as I fierce myself to composure. My eyes watering as much as my cock is leaking "won't... happen... again." And I make another futile attempt to yeah and try and escape
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I feel you struggle in my grip, and a small smile creeps across my face. Understandable… and exactly what I like about you. “You’re not trying to leave me… right?” My tone is calm, almost playful, but with a sharp edge that tells you the wrong answer will cost you. I tighten my hold and draw you in closer my cock slamming harder, faster, moving with deliberate power, making sure you feel every ounce of control I have over you. “I know you can take this. You’re not going to let Buster think he’s won… right, his such a little fucker?” The words are meant to stroke your ego, to spark that stubborn streak, because I’m waiting. Waiting for another sound to slip out of you. Waiting for an excuse to make the crowd see you squirm again.
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Panting and heaving, leaning into the ecstasy and not trying to suppress it. Your words about my rival burrowing as deep into my ego as your cock is in my ass. And I go from biting my lip, to a wicked grin "Ffffffuck yeaaah!" What was almost a moan, instead turns into a growling declaration for more "Fuck... fuck me... harder." Eyeing off Buster, flipping him the bird as I clench my ass around your cock while i arch my back, turning to try and make out with your arms, pit, neck or even steal a kiss. Held up while you rail me, pushing my hips with each thrust, working my core from inside and out, my lips to your ear abs i let out a deliberate and controlled moan only meant for you Ave not drum repressing pain, but pure lust to be dominated by you.
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I'm waiting for the moan to slip past your lips... ready to strike the moment it does, but it never comes. Instead, I see it: the shift in your eyes, that spark I noticed the first time we locked eyes. That ego I expected you to fight with. "Yeah… come on, take it," I growl, bouncing you harder, deeper, testing how much your body and pride can endure. Then I glance at Buster. That look on his face, jealousy creeping in like a storm cloud. I smirk. I lean in and start kissing you. Deep. Possessive. Claiming. But I don't break eye contact with Buster. I want him to see this. I want him to burn. That's when I notice him shift, his body tensing, his grip about to tighten, about to force a moan from you. I kiss you again, harder, muffling your sound before it escapes. Because what’s better than breaking you? Letting your rival watch it like it never happened. "I knew you were going to be special," I whisper against your lips, my voice like velvet and fire.
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"I'm special..." greedily making out with you, suckling your tongue, tasting your sweat "... for as long as I'm your-" my words cut short by the flare of pain that mashes me seize up. Busters eyes turning into glaring as I win your attention. Gritting his teeth as he thinks of ways to make me suffer. Meanwhile my cock is dripping with precum as I bounce on your thick shlong.
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I catch sight of the glistening bead forming at the tip of your cock. I start stroking it slowly, coaxing out another ribbon of pre-cum and run my finger across it. I slip the cum into Buster's mouth, watching him suck my finger eagerly... my loyal number one. "Alright, Buster let him go. I’ll handle the rest." As your body drops to the mat, a wave of relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived. "I hope you’re ready," I growl, towering over you. "Because now it’s time to break you in… and make you mine."
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I hook your legs up off the mat, resting them on my hips as I press my girthy cock firmly inside your ass. My arms slide beneath your back, cradling and supporting you, forcing your chest up. You arch instinctively, lifting your head and shoulders just above the mat, your body curved into a trembling bridge completely exposed and exactly where I want you. One of my hands drifts slowly up your sweaty chest, fingers tracing the lines of your trembling abs, rubbing you down with possessive intent, claiming every inch.
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You pulling and twisting my funding body, hanging me off you like some cock sleeve as you rail my hole. My hands pushing off the ground as far I can to alleviate the pressure on my prostate. Gasping as I strain and bend. My cock leaking pre up my abs. I'm cognizant and cocky enough to wink and blow a kiss to Buster to kick him and he sees red. Held back by his friends, must of whom are jacking off. Everywhere your manly, calloused hands slide is boy flesh real estate you claim. Straining and flexing, on show for my new owner, whether I like it or not.
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I see Buster's fury rising the moment you blow him that cocky kiss. A wicked grin spreads across my face as I grind my cock harder, faster against you, using your lifted legs for better leverage. My hands roam your sweat-slicked chest and abs rubbing your pre-cum all over, claiming every inch of you, marking you with pressure and heat. The sound of your body slapping against mine echoes through the room like a slow, brutal drumbeat. “You like teasing him, huh?” I growl, my breath hot and steady. “Keep pushing… and I’ll make sure he watches while I show you exactly who owns you now.” as I grab your throbbing hard cock and start to jerk it with the beat of every thrust.
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Holding my arms firm, flexing my whole body, each thrust making my abs tighten as I stay in headstand position. My precum drizzling on my abs. My ass clenching around your cock, moaning in pleasure as you pulverize my prostate while milking me. Head spinning, fixing the air, hungry to blow my load, hoping I can hit Buster in his handsome shit eating grin
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"Ohhh… you’re about to blow, I can feel it…" I growl, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Let’s make this fun." My eyes cut to Buster. "Buster... get over here. Spread my good boy." Buster slides in beside us, lowering himself onto the mat. I release you from the hold, letting you catch a breath before I step over him, planting my foot on his chest. My hand hooks under one of his legs, lifting it high and putting his smooth ass on display. I smirk down at you. "Like what you see, Scream?" My palm drifts slowly over Buster’s firm, bare skin, kneading it possessively. "Shop me… what would you like to do to him?"
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Like a starving wolf salivating over cornered prey, my eyes light up seeing that cocky fuck reluctantly submit himself to your order and my whim. Panting, I crawl to him, my hand on yours to feel how you own him as I slide between his legs and my fingers coil around his ball sack, pulling diem, tanking them tight at the bottom of his scrotum, adjusting the grip over and over, until there's nowhere for his talked balls to hide. Skidding up his body, my tongue dragging from his hip, up his abs, over his chest, up his neck while my cock sides between his cheeks "Your ass is mine, loser..." he glares at me defiantly as I lean in, almost forcing my way into his hole as I get to his ear and whisper "But it's not your ass I'm after." I pull his balls down to the ground, then spear them with my cockhead, drilling until his nuts, crushing them with my Rick hard cock. Even as he bucks, I hold my cock and use it as a vicious club, bashing his nut sack like my dick was a hammer as his pained reaction only gets me harder and mashes it hurt him more.
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Seeing you pour your frustration into Buster only makes me harder, hungrier. “I knew you had it in you,” I growl, lowering myself onto Buster’s face. He tries to eat me out, but every brutal strike you land makes his body jolt and coil beneath me, his breath ragged against my skin. I seize your face, crushing my lips to yours in a rough, claiming kiss while my grip on Buster’s leg never loosens. My breath is hot against your ear as I murmur, low and taunting, “Let’s see how good you fuck, boy…” My hand slides down, rubbing over Buster’s hole in slow, deliberate circles. Buster’s panting grows heavier until it turns into hot breaths against me. His lips part, and he starts working my ass with desperate hunger, each lick deep and eager, his tongue tracing over every inch he can reach.
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Chuckling like a sadist, my cock teasing his hole while I'm manipulating his nuts began my fingers "Here is the deal bitch. I crush you left nut, you go faster. I crush your right nut, you go deeper...I crush both, you beg for fucking MERCY!" and to emphasize my point, I squeeze them birth as he frantically sends his tongue deeper into you and lapping up vigorously. Pressing to his hole, I pull on his nuts, forcing him to impale himself in my dick. I press up and target his prostate, slowly in and out. My own cock leaking on Buster, even more when I feel your kiss.
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I rise to my feet, looming over you. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, boy,” I growl, before cracking my palm across your face. Without giving you a chance to react, I grab the back of your head and shove my girthy cock between your lips, forcing you to take every inch. I keep my grip firm, holding myself deep until your throat tightens and you gag around me, saliva coating my length. I hold you their until your eyes tear and I can feel your desperation that is when I pull back just enough to let you gasp for air, only when I decide you’ve earned it before pushing forward again. “I’m the one in charge... don’t you ever forget that,” I growl, my voice low and commanding, leaving no doubt who owns this moment.
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My eyes wide open as you strike my face, gagging any protests with your cock. Even if I objected, your undisputed dominance in this domain puts me right in my place, nodding as I deep throat your dick. Every two pumps along your shaft with my lips, I give one slow in and out thrust into Buster, gripping his right nut and starting to squeeze it
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I keep my hand locked on the back of your neck, feeling the strain in your throat every time my cock drives deep. Your lips drag along my shaft, warm and slick, while your hips keep grinding into Buster beneath you. I can see the tension in your arms as you squeeze his balls like reins, using his pain to fuel your rhythm. Every time my length buries in your mouth, your whole body jolts half from the struggle for air, half from the way I’m dictating every movement you make. The wet smack of my hips against your face echoes over Buster’s muffled groans, his tongue still working my ass even as his body coils from your pounding. I pull you back just long enough for you to gasp, then slam you forward again, my smirk growing as I feel your lips stretch over me. I’m not just fucking your mouth, I’m steering you, controlling you, making sure everyone here knows exactly who you belong to.
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"Ok…" I murmur with a low, dangerous chuckle, my hand still gripping your jaw, thumb brushing across your wet lips. "I think it’s time to switch it up… don’t you think?" I turn my head toward Buster, catching the gleam in his eye even through the panting. "Buster… you want to come out and play?" I give you one last shove down my cock before yanking you off and letting you gasp for air, a thin line of spit hanging from your lips. "I think it’s time we see if Screamer here is really the strong man he’s trying to portray… eh?" My tone drips with challenge, not just for you, but for him too.
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I stretch out on the mat like a king claiming his throne, my “mighty sword” standing tall, glistening, and ready to split you open. My hand slides lazily along the shaft, each stroke deliberate, a silent promise of what’s coming. Without looking away from you, I snap my fingers at Brutus, my voice low but commanding. "Brutus… bring me his tight ass." I gesture down to my cock, smirking as my hips give a subtle, taunting thrust upward... an invitation and a warning all at once. "Let’s see if you can take a real weapon, boy."
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I keep on your cock, going to pull away to breathe but you curve me to stay there, pressing deeper. Until I'm gagging on your cock, my throat clenching around your cock as my body tries to splutter. Your cock pressing into my sinuses then my gullet. A big, deep inhalation when I get fresh air refilling my lungs. Coughing in all fours as you issue your challenge, but my rival doesn't delay. He springs into action, getting out from under you and leaping on my back, wrestling my arm behind my back and a headlock. My free hand swinging punches to his ribs while he pounds my abs, who l winding me abs weakening me so he can lock me up tighter, straight into a full Nelson immobilizing me.
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Buster locks you tight in a full nelson, dragging you over until you’re straddling me. “Master said take his fucking cock,” he growls, yanking you around before slamming his knee up into your balls. You fold instantly, clutching yourself only for Buster to drive you down, impaling you onto my stiff, waiting sword. “Go ahead, Buster, you’ve earned it... You will move when I say, and you stop when I order you to.” His eyes widen, that big smirk breaking across his face. “Yes, master… I’ll make you proud.” I keep my hands locked on you, feeling every twitch and jolt as Buster lifts your legs and pushes his cock in, my voice guiding his thrusts. “Not yet… slow… now deeper… hold it there.” I control the pace, every motion measured to wring you out completely, making sure you understand... your body belongs to me, and even your pleasure comes on my command.
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"Ok… you’re in. Now follow my lead," I growl, keeping my grip on you tight as Buster starts to pick up the pace. His hips smack hard, that cocky grunt of his cutting through the air. "You like to play with balls, right?" he taunts, his voice rough with effort. Without waiting for your answer, his hand swings up and smacks your balls, the sharp sound echoing in the space. Your body jerks, and I can feel every squirm travel through you. "Squirm, rookie," Buster snarls, landing another slap just to hear you gasp. I smirk, watching your body tense between us... exactly where I want you as I drive my cock in even harder.
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Buster holding me and setting me up... open for your cock to burrow into my ass. My body tensing up, trying to hold a scream... but then I feel Buster fixing his way in too?! " AGHHH! Fuck!" I scream... Tensing up as my asshole gets stretched. I strain, shaking, about to break when Buster says something... I mix and then CRUNCH, his knuckles slamming my balls into my pelvis, and my ass clenches around your cock. WHAM, another one before I've recovered from the first. He grips my balls growling in my ear "when I squeeze your left nut, it's because you're my bitch" as he starts to press my left testicle with his thumb "but when I crush your right nut... I JUST WANT TO FUCKING HURT YOU!" and he squeezes down, hard. I cant help but to moan and scream... but my precum flowing dick shows you that part of me likes the treatment.
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I bite my lip, savoring the way your body jerks with every cruel jolt. “Yeah… keep working that right ball,” I growl, my voice low but carrying enough authority to echo in your skull. My hands lock tighter, pinning you in place while my cock grinds in deep, each thrust timed perfectly with Buster’s merciless squeezes. “Let’s show him how we do it around here,” I add, my tone dripping with satisfaction. I watch your face for every flicker between pain and pleasure, and when I see your jaw tighten, I smirk. Buster catches my nod and digs his thumb in harder, rolling that trapped nut between his fingers like he’s testing its limits. Your gasp is muffled, but your body gives you away your hole clenching around me like you’re trying to wring me dry. “Yeah, there it is…” I murmur, leaning forward until my chest brushes your back. “Don’t fight it, rookie. You take what we give you, and you thank us for it.” My hips start moving faster, grinding deep before pulling back just enough to make you ache for it again, Buster keeping his cruel rhythm on your balls. The crowd’s noise fades behind the heat of the three of us locked in motion... two predators working in perfect sync to break you down.
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I can't even form my mouth enough to let out a scream. More of an agonized warble as he cruelly presses and grinds in, empowered by your statements. Redoubling his efforts when you encourage him, growing in my ear as he tortures my ball into burning submission "Feel it bitch, feel my fist, crushing your fucking nuts. Did you think you could beat ME? Did you think you could beat HIM?!" his sadistic smile flaring as he crushed my nut until I bellow in agony. "Suffer! Suffer you little fucker."
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Buster’s fingers don’t let up, grinding your right nut like he’s trying to crush a pearl between stone. I watch your body twitch and shudder in my grip, every reaction a delicious confession that you can’t hide from me. “Yeah… that’s it,” I growl, leaning closer so my words cut into you like a brand, “give him everything. Make me feel it.” I slam my hips upwards, burying myself to the hilt, the wet slap of my body against yours echoing in the haze of heavy breathing and stifled moans. My hands clamp around your chest, dragging your sweaty body so you’re caught between me and Buster, nowhere to run, no air that isn’t tainted by the musk of our bodies.
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I tilt your head back by the jaw, forcing your eyes on mine. “Look at me when you take it. I want you to see who owns you.” My thumb brushes the edge of your lips, then slips inside, pressing down on your tongue until you choke on your own gasp. Behind you, Buster hammers another cruel throb into your crushed ball, and I feel your ass clamp like it’s trying to fight both of us off at once failing miserably. We find that rhythm together, each thrust and squeeze timed like a sadistic symphony. I grind in deep, hips circling to keep your prostate lit up, while Buster works your sack with calculated cruelty. You’re our toy now, trapped in the perfect vice and I’m not stopping until I hear the crack in your voice when your bravado finally shatters.
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Buster grabbing my hair and forcing me to look into your eyes "Look at him! LOOK THE MAN IN THE EYES! he could fucking break you. Right here, no warning, no reason other than you deserve it!" He presses in and I squeal like a pig, but look at you through watery eyes, occasionally darting around in hopes of finding an escape. Quickly realizing there isn't one. Buster not even thrusting, he's just pulling up and down on my balls so I move my whole body where he wants it, and he uses me for your pleasure. I'm about to plead when he grabs my mouth and spits in it "Let's see how tough you really are!". I'm bucking and screaming, but he holds on. Your cock gets pleasure with every jolt I make as he tortures me down to my soul. I let out a loud high pitched scream of a man getting his balls attacked, breaking my will and resistance from you both.
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Buster’s spit still glistens on your cheek when I tighten my grip on your jaw, forcing that tear-streaked stare to lock on mine. “That’s it… no more running. No more pretending you’re anything but ours.” Your body jerks with every brutal pull on your balls, your hips moving exactly how Buster wants... dragging you along my shaft like I’m the one playing you, even though his hands are pulling the strings. It’s the perfect setup… me using you, him breaking you. I push in harder, grinding deep, feeling you clench around me every time his teeth sink into your neck. “You hear that sound you’re making?” I murmur, my lips brushing your ear. “That’s the sound of a man who’s already lost.” Buster growls behind you, twisting your head just enough so he can watch your face contort while he works. “Master’s right,” he snarls, and I can feel the way his words make you tense. His hand squeezes your balls once, mean forcing another ragged sound from your throat that makes my cock throb. We find the rhythm again: my hips slamming upwards, his hand crushing and pulling, your body caught in the middle... suffering, writhing, but unable to do a damn thing except take it. I tilt my head, watching your defiance crumble one breath at a time, knowing exactly how close you are to breaking completely.
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Buster’s voice cracks when it happens, his breathing ragged, forehead pressed between your shoulders. “Master, I can’t hold it any longer!” he shouts, the desperation raw in his tone. “Don’t hold back,” I growl, my chest heaving against your slick back. “Let him feel everything.” My hand slides over your hips, locking you still while I slam upward again, timing it so my thrusts drive Buster deeper too. His grip on your balls loosens not out of mercy, but because his own body’s betraying him. Every twitch of his cock inside you making his knees buckle. I press harder, forcing him to stay in position even as he groans, spilling into you. The heat between us spikes... our hips working in messy unison now, both of us gliding faster through the slick heat we’ve made of you. You’re caught in it, every muscle trembling, the air thick with our sweat, our grunts, and the raw, filthy sound of three bodies locked in the same relentless rhythm. You can feel it in your gut you’re not getting out of this until we decide you’re done.
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Buster’s legs are trembling now, every thrust a struggle against the weight of his own exhaustion. “Ahhh… fuck…” he murmurs through clenched teeth, voice breaking between moans. His hips keep driving forward anyway, that sensitive cock of his pushing in deeper each time, desperate to keep pace with me. I can hear the strain in his breathing short, ragged pulls of air that match the pounding of his heart against your back. Every movement from him is heavier now, more erratic, but it’s loaded with that primal need to keep going, to wring every last ounce of control out of you before his body finally gives. You feel him shudder against you, each thrust rocking you into me harder, the three of us locked in that spiraling rhythm that’s teetering on the edge of complete collapse.
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The pain and domination sinks into my core every moment, so much so, I start sensing and following the rhythm myself just y to minimize the agony from every part of my body. Buster is your enforcer, doing your dirty work which he loves, and you are the emperor lauding your new treasure as he showcases me for your pleasure. His smile when he sees your face, pushing my harder to make me help like a puppy grinding, looking and twisting my nut. I've stopped bucking because I've learned my lesson and that only yanks at my testicular chords. Buster knowing this means I'm learning my place - just to fucking take it. While Buster loosens the pressure on my nut as he blows his, his rigid body flexes and he pulls, twisting my hips to follow, pressing my g-spot against your dueling cocks, while fish-hooking my would-be screaming mouth to turn "You masters bitch? You my bitch?" Twisting my ball until I let out a broken yelp, nodding and he spits on my mouth as he lets out a orgasmic roaring battle cry as he thrusts so hard from underneath, he lift me up, which let's you thrust harder directly into my core. His fingers wrap around my sack, pulling my nuts towards you so hard, my sack is so tight it's shiny, his thumb cruelly grinding behind as he offers the manhood of his prey to his God like a sacrifice to the God of masculine dominance.
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I plant my hands firmly on your hips, grinding forward with a deep growl as Buster’s orgasm rips through him. His roar echoes in the space, that primal sound vibrating through your body while his grip drags your balls forward like an offering. Your sack is stretched so tight it gleams under the heat, and I watch every twitch, every helpless shudder as he grinds his thumb mercilessly behind them. His body’s still locked in those spasms, but even in his high, Buster’s gaze is fixed on mine, grinning like a devout servant delivering exactly what his master demands. And I take it. Every thrust now drives into that perfect point he’s set you up for, your body forced to match my rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping, the mix of moans and grunts... it’s all one heated, unrelenting beat, the air heavy with sweat and dominance. You’re right where I want you... offered up, broken in, and being fucked into remembering exactly who owns you.
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My grip on your hips tightens, every muscle in my body locking as the heat surges through me. “Aghh… Mghhh… I’m going… to… AGHHhh… cum” I growl through clenched teeth, my voice low and primal. The moment hits like a wave crashing into the shore... my entire frame tenses, chest heaving, and I bury myself to the hilt as the warm flood pours into you. I hold you there, savoring the feel of every pulse, every involuntary squeeze your body gives me as it takes all of me. “Pull out, Buster,” I order without breaking eye contact with you. He obeys, his own body twitching from the torment of being edged for so long. Panting, he stumbles back, one hand clamped around his throbbing cock, the other gripping his thigh for balance. His eyes are glassy, his breath ragged, completely spent from trying to keep up with my pace and yet there’s that satisfied smirk, knowing he’s helped break you exactly how I wanted.
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When I finally pull out, thick streams spill from you, marking the mat beneath us. I keep my hand tangled in your hair, forcing your head back until your eyes meet mine... glassy, broken, and exactly where I want them. My lips crash onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, tasting the heat of our fight still clinging to your breath. I break the kiss just enough to growl into your mouth, my forehead pressing to yours. "You did good, kid… but now you belong to me." The crowd’s roar fades into a background hum as I keep my grip tight, letting the weight of those words sink in. My smirk widens. "Welcome to the club kid!."
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I'm a sweating, writhing and ruled by the two men in the ring. One the undisputed alpha, the other his loyal servant. I've stopped raising, the only motion I do is one dancing by you or Buster, or simmering to make it easier for you two to get pleasure from owning me inside and out.
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You look into my eyes as I can barely focus, panting and heaving. Buster feeling you climax starts polishing my cock, getting me hard and leaking. He picks up speed, waiting for you to declare your ownership of me, and the moment you do... he stops. My cock edged to the limit, my balls mercilessly tortured, desperate to release... and is all taken away
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"He owns you now..." Buster slides as he wipes spilled cum on my gasping face. "And after him, I own you...especially THESE!" he says squeezing my nuts again "And if you ever want to fucking cum again, it'll be when he or I say you can, or are gonna fucking ELECTROCUTE your fucking nuts until you pass the fuck out!" I squeal "OKAY OKAAAY, YES BALL BUSTER BOSS! ANYTHING! ANNNYYYTHIIING!"
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Buster was getting cock... too cocky. Barking orders like he thought he had the right. My right hand shot down, clamping his balls in my grip. The second I squeezed, the bravado bled out of him, his face twisting in pain, his body jerking like a puppet. "You think you get to own anything here?" I snarled, grinding his nuts until his voice broke into whimpers. "I decide what you can and can’t touch, Buster." He buckled instantly, his forehead pressed to my chest, stammering “Y-yes Master… I got carried away.” I smirked. That’s better. But I wasn’t done. My other hand shot down between Scream’s legs, clawing at his swollen sack. His scream rang out sharp and high-pitched as I squeezed, my voice cutting through the sound. “And you... who the fuck gave you permission to call anyone else ‘boss’?!” Both of them writhed, trapped in my grip, their bodies twisting in agony as I pulled their nuts in opposite directions, dragging them like leashes.
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The crowd was on fire, their roars echoing off the walls as I stood there with both men broken by their balls, owning them with nothing more than my hands. I finally let go, shoving them both down to the mat. Buster clutched his aching manhood, humbled and silent. Scream curled into himself, gasping through the throbbing pain. I stood tall over them, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my torso. I grabbed their hair, yanked both heads up to face me, their eyes glassy with pain and submission. “This is my empire. You don’t fucking forget it. You want mercy, you want release, you want to belong? You get it from me... only me.”
Dadicus
Their lips quivered, but they didn’t dare argue. I slammed their foreheads together and tossed them to the canvas, both sprawling at my feet. The sight was perfect: two beaten men, one broken enforcer and one ruined rival, and me towering over them as the master of this ring. I pressed my boot down on their chests, arms raised high to the howling crowd. “Welcome to my rule.”
~The End~
Published: 2025-08-21, viewed 245 times.
Corey J
2025-12-03 04:56oh MAN.. what a hot match up and and destruction by the end by the hot Dadicus.. hot mtch men..
Dadicus
2025-12-03 05:02(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it !!! thank you for the comment really appreciate it
Apollo Dante
2025-08-24 22:20Interesting comments have been added to this latest action that Dadicus has had …he only joined this site at the end of June and believe it or not this was already his 12th bout…and not surprisingly he was 11-0 going into this. With a ring tag of ScreamSubmit this opponent seemed yet another stud ready to be fucked up physically and mentally. Well Dadicus did what he does best but ScreamSubmit did put up more of a fight than most. But the finishing climax was just as convincing as his previous conquests. Amazing exchanges…so pleased that you shared this with us!
Price
2025-08-22 13:25Hmmmm. I’m a big fan of Cuss Daddy. He knows it, most you know it. He’s demented when he fights but a damn good guy when he doesn’t! Scream is the perfect opponent. His writing is at the same level as Cuss; so you know the action is gonna be hot!
I actually thought that initially Scream could be the guy to win this one. It was close and his skills were up there.
Like Pec said, I wasn’t tracking with Buster. Maybe I too was a lazy reader; or maybe a three way wasn’t flowing in my head. But I’m sure others will love it.
I like seeing good writers and wrestlers experiment. It can lead to clever things!
Dadicus
2025-08-22 21:16(In reply to this)
Ty Price!! you already know I'm very grateful for your reply !!
Pec Dom
2025-08-22 11:10Two extraordinarily fine writers lashing each other on to more and more imaginative heights. 🔥🔥🔥 It happens that the ring action got me so keyed up and the psychodynamics of including Buster were so hellfired that I crested somewhere early in the DP- There was still so much Buster yet to go, but all I had left was a sense of confusion about positioning for the DP (likely careless reading). I kept having the idea that both Dadicus and Buster had their chests pressed to Scream's back. Bet I was just cum-drunk. GREAT story. Thanks.
Dadicus
2025-08-22 20:01(In reply to this)
yea ... I didn't really proof read when editing like I usually do. I think in that part it did get a bit muddied lol (a lot with all honesty ^^). I went back and tried fixing it a bit because it was a bit confusing so it was not careless reading hahahaha from your part ^^ . I usually proof read because of that reason, this is what happens when I don't do it =). TY! so much for pointing it out that way I could fix it !!!
Powers
2025-08-23 00:12(In reply to this)
Story surrounding a couple of unclear phrases** was SO GOOD.
I'm a real fan 100%. Also a guy who corrects about 5 typos per sentence.
Price
2025-08-22 20:44(In reply to this)
You still rock!