The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

<Georg Dilford>  Hello there, Sir. You give me a real Arn Anderson vibe.

<Daddy Karz>  A kid who knows his history huh?  Impressive.  You know what he did to muscle faces like you right?

<Georg Dilford>  It’s what I beat off to.  Watching those old matches.

<Daddy Karz>  I think you may have some issues kid. All that proud young muscle and you want to get in to the ring with Daddy, just to get them trashed and worked over bad.

<Georg Dilford>  And you get off on beating up young guys like me?

<Daddy Karz>  No, that’s expected.  Everyone expects the older pro to take pride in his ability to win a match against a younger opponent.  It’s the youngster with the oversized muscles wanting to get abused by the older Heel that draws attention.  Not that I mind it at all.

<Georg Dilford>  Maybe I just want to prove myself.  Against a hairy chested Daddy like you.

<Daddy Karz>  Ha!  Yeah, no problem with that.  I’m sure you’re going to win the match, huh Atlas?

<Georg Dilford>  I will do my best!

<Daddy Karz>  Sounds just like the dumb muscle rookie before he gets squashed BIG time.  Does that sound good to you?

<Georg Dilford>  All I know is I have to wrestle you and I am in the ring with you now.

<Daddy Karz>  In the ring with Daddy, the nasty pro Heel who has a history of abusing muscle rookies and taking them home to his torture basement.  Is that the wrestling match you want?

<Georg Dilford>  They never told me about that part.  I didn’t know…

<Daddy Karz>  Guess it’s too late now, huh boy?

<Georg Dilford>  We are here to wrestle.  That’s what I was told.

<Daddy Karz>  No.  You are here to be in a pretend wrestling match so I can decide if your musclebound near-naked bod is good enough to take home to my private torture chamber. THAT is why you are here.  Understand?

<Georg Dilford>  Oh fuck no.

<Daddy Karz>  Bell rings and we circle.  Daddy grins at Mr Muscleboy.

<Georg Dilford>  Bell rings and we lock up.  You are strong but I am stronger and get you in a headlock!

<Daddy Karz>  Boy gets a headlock on me. I counter with some elbows to the ribs, low.

<Georg Dilford>  ARGH!  I release the hold from the pain to my ribs there.

<Daddy Karz>  Dad counters and gets his own headlock on the boy.  Leads him to the turnbuckle for 2 - 3 - 4 SMASHES on the face.

<Georg Dilford>  Stunned and groggy by these head blows.  I stagger around the ring, dazed and trying to get my bearings.

<Daddy Karz>  I come up from behind and with my fingers CLAW the back muscles, ripping in shoulder to waist deep.

<Georg Dilford>  ARRGGGHHHH!! I stomp around the ring, flaring my torso up from this.  Never saw it coming.

<Daddy Karz>  This is the time I continue on those back muscles of yours. Pound them 4, 5 times until you fall against the turnbuckle. Then I come up from behind, lift you up and mount you across my shoulder in a back breaker.

<Georg Dilford>  WHAT?  NOOO!!! Daddy has me up in the air, twisting my back against his shoulders.  No escape from this hold!  It HURTS!

<Daddy Karz>  I keep the muscleboy up there for a few more minutes, then send him crashing down center ring.  Stand over his defeated gym bod.

<Georg Dilford>  I am in so much pain now.  Just looking for the ropes so I can get out of the ring and get my act together…

<Daddy Karz>  As you get to the ropes I come up from behind and rake your eyes.

<Georg Dilford>  ARRGGHHH!!!  Can’t see!  Fuck, why did you do that man??

<Daddy Karz>  Take the right arm and send you crashing against the ropes and come back center ring so I can meet you with a double pec claw.

<Georg Dilford>  What? NO!!  My big chest getting trapped in a claw. It HURTS!!

<Daddy Karz>  And you look so good getting hurt by those show-off muscletits of yours, huh boy?  Is that why you were on the bench press so much at the gym?

<Georg Dilford>  No!  You need to Respect the Pecs!

<Daddy Karz>  Oh, that’s good.  What if instead I Trash the Tits?

<Georg Dilford>  ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!

<Daddy Karz>  OK boy, that’s enough.  Let’s get you face down on the mat for some real fun. Grab your arms and pull them back for a classic surfboard.

<Georg Dilford>  NO!!!  God, my shoulders!!!

<Daddy Karz>  Planting my book right between those broad shoulders of yours. Pulling you back to injure the lower back as you are forced to display those tits again.  Riding you!!

<Georg Dilford>  the PAIN!!  STOP, please!!

<Daddy Karz>  Kick you down to the mat.  Let you lie there for a bit.  Then grab the legs for a really tight Figure-4.

<Georg Dilford>  wha – ARRGG!   AGONY as my legs feel like they are being close to broken!  I pound on the canvas.  I GIVE I GIVE PLEASE STOP I GIVE!!!!!!

<Daddy Karz>  I love it when you get so emotional, Mr Muscles.  Makes me wonder what other part of your physique I can twist so hard it will make you suffer as much.

<Georg Dilford>  I just want to get out of this ring and away from you, you sadist!

<Daddy Karz>  No, we’re still “wrestling” now boy. That is, I’m applying torture holds on your near-naked body for everyone to beat off at while you flex and suffer.  Isn’t that what wrestling is about?

<Georg Dilford>  Where’s the ref?  Someone has to stop this…

<Daddy Karz>  I take your dazed body up once more, hold it vertical to the canvas for a bit before I piledrive it down.

<Georg Dilford>  OORRRGGGHHHHH.  I am on the mat, twitching. Match is over!

<Daddy Karz>  Just as I want you for more punishment.

<Georg Dilford>  No you can’t!  I’m senseless.  Match is over!

<Daddy Karz>  As you lay there senseless, I go to your lower body and remove your trunks.  No cup?  Leave your naked as I use your shorts to choke your throat.

<Georg Dilford>  Un… ARRGG….

<Daddy Karz> Lift you up to your feet and start parading you around the ring, naked, by your trunks being used like a collar behind you.

<Georg Dilford>  Please, no more!  I’ve learned my lesson, I swear.  Stop!

<Daddy Karz>  Oh, so you’re giving the orders now, huh boy?  YOU get to decide when the match is over?  I don’t think so. In fact, I think you need to be punished for that.

<Georg Dilford>  NO!!  I didn’t mean …

<Daddy Karz>  Another backbreaker would be a good start. Hoist you up for another session.  Maybe you’ll scream even louder this time, huh Muscles? I pick you up and hoist you over my shoulders, hands on neck and thigh.  Make sure you’re REAL snug up there.

<Georg Dilford>  I am in AGONY from this second backbreaker.  Arms flailing around, too weak to even attempt to break this, if there is any way.  I barely have any strength left as you parade me around the ring over your shoulders like I”m some hunting trophy.  I am just sobbing now, too much pain to scream anymore.

<Daddy Karz>  Can’t hear anything up there, so I do a few jumps just to shake up your vertebrae.  That ought to get some sound going.

<Georg Dilford>  Daddy jumps in place and my back is forced to slam into his broad shoulderbones over and over.  I howl like an injured animal at the pain.  My arms and legs now totally useless, drooping down like rubber bands.  Nothing I can do to stop the torture Daddy is putting me through.

<Daddy Karz>  A few more before I crash you down onto the canvas.  Lord over you as your crumpled naked musclebound bod is there on the canvas. Then I lift you up by your hair and put my other hand around your throat.  Choking you so those pecs of yours thrust out and in. 

<Georg Dilford>  Stop the match!  I’ll do anything.

<Daddy Karz>  OK boy, it’s your decision.  I fuck you right here in front of everyone, or you go home with me to be a prisoner in my basement playroom.  What’s it gonna be?

<Georg Dilford>  What?  NO, i can’t…. 

<Daddy Karz>  More pressure!  What’s it gonna be?

<Georg Dilford>  Don’t fuck me.  Please.  Not in front of everyone.

<Daddy Karz>  So gentlemen - he has decided to come home with me as my toy.  You all heard it, correct?

<Georg Dilford>  NOO!  Just let me go, please!  PLEASE!!

<Daddy Karz>  No boy, when you stepped into the ring to challenge me you accepted the consequences.  You come home with me and be my naked torture toy in my basement room.

<Georg Dilford>  Someone stop this…  this can’t be right.

<Daddy Karz>  I see Gino smiling ringside, saying he has the van pulled up out front.  Might as well go right now, huh Muscles?  I hoist you up by your waistband and sling you over my right shoulder, carrying you out of the building and to the parking lot where the van is waiting.

<Georg Dilford>  Help, I’m being kidnapped!  He’s going to torture me!!  Someone ….

<Daddy Karz>  Men are finishing their drinks and talking about how great your stud bod looked out there being PUNISHED and DESTROYED.  Comparing all the pix they took on their phones of the match when you were being manhandled. Beat-off material they will keep for a long time.

<Georg Dilford>  While i am senseless in the back of the van being transported to your secret torture room.  For who knows how long I must suffer there.

<Daddy Karz>  Until those big muscles of yours give out.  But you are such a strong lad!  You can take a lot of torture, can’t you?  Let’s see how much.

<Georg Dilford>  Oh God this isn’t wrestling anymore is it Sir?

<Daddy Karz>  No it is not. It is going to be a whole new scene. Think those big gym muscles of yours can take it?  Because I’m betting they cannot.

<Georg Dilford>  Shit YES SIR.

<Daddy Karz> TBC

Published: 2026-04-11, viewed 70 times.