The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

THEO MARCEAU:

There is only a laughing crowd in front of me. I see my coach and lifelong friend, Fed, in the middle, clenching his fists, his face red with anger. Next to him, a guy seems to feel sorry for me. His body, squeezed into a tight T-shirt and narrow jeans, is nothing but a mountain of muscle. He is a legend, the founder of Iron Alpha, a brand of supplements, gym equipment, and bodybuilding clothing. He is also my sponsor, and Fed’s too. He came to watch me win this contest, where I was the favorite. And now I am naked in the middle of the other competitors, my hard dick in my hands as I try to hide it.

At the stage entrance, I see the bastard responsible for the situation laughing. He waves my posing trunks, then starts smelling them while rubbing his crotch. I am frozen, completely lost, until Fed climbs onto the stage and wraps me in a towel. Suddenly, a voice calls out to me, ironic and mocking. It is one of the judges. He calls me a little exhibitionist pretty boy. I can feel Fed ready to jump at him. The guy announces that I am disqualified, then gives the name of the winner: some shrimp who was half my weight, and whose muscles you could barely see even with a magnifying glass. Austrian has joined us. He is calm, and he pushes me toward the backstage area. I shiver. The guy is over sixty-six and still has the body of a champion.

In my world, that is what we call a daddy: those guys who pay you to pose and let them feel your muscles, sometimes to jerk off or to jerk you off. I am not an amateur, but this sport is expensive. Food, supplements, gym memberships, entry fees, and travel to competitions cost far more than my student grant can cover. So I have two regular daddies. One is a rich German who invites me to his suite at the Ritz for very kinky sessions whenever he passes through Paris. He is very generous. The other is a potbellied provincial bourgeois, but he remains a true connoisseur of my sport and of the aesthetic demands required for a body like mine. He never hesitates to point out my flaws, like my pecs, which he thought were less developed than my arms and the rest of my body.

Austrian looks like Santa Claus, and in a way, he is one. He only looks for young guys who could become champions, then supports them with his money and his company. I met him at the FIBO after I won the French junior bodybuilding championship. He offered to help me become bigger and famous. Suddenly, Fed points at someone. “Yeah, fuck, that’s the bastard who pushed me onto the stage. I’m going to destroy him…” I speak. He makes me sit down, his hands on my shoulders. He tells me he knows him, that we will find him. He says he is a pathetic coach, the coach of the guy who won. His name is Max, but in the scene, people call him MUSCLE MARINE.

As for the judge who disqualified me, Austrian knows him too. He is a shady, corrupt piece of shit, the kind of man who fixes contests and makes sure the title goes to whoever gives him the biggest bribe. His name is Alex Cava, a former bodybuilder. But among contest organizers, his nickname is Dream Breaker, because he has destroyed the careers of a great number of promising young athletes. Austrian adds that they will pay for this, and that he and Fed will take care of them. He says he is going to use Dream, an old friend of Marine’s. Some even say he used to be Marine’s bitch. Now they have fallen out, and Dream would do anything to prove to Max that he still exists — and to make Max HIS bitch.

DREAM BREAKER:

It turned out easier than I’d dared to hope. A handsome bodybuilder got disqualified from the competition, and the winner turned out to be a nobody nobody would ever have bet on—not even as a joke. But that was exactly the point. I gave Max Marine a satisfied wink. We had just made a tidy sum of money. Betting is sometimes a cruel business where real talent has nothing to do with it; only the odds determine how much money a bet on an unlikely winner can bring in. Theo was the clear favorite, and most people had bet on him. Besides me, the only other person who had likely bet on that scrawny guy was Muscle Marine.

But I also had another goal, a goal that not many people knew about. To get closer to the Austrian and destroy his bodybuilding gym, take it over for myself, and expand my own business. And I knew how to get into his good graces, to get deadly close to him. The key was Max, The MuscleMarine. The Austrian hated Max and was desperately looking for a way to trap him.

I could help with that, but first I’d have to get the Austrian’s favorite guy, the handsome Fed, on my side. Fed would be easy to charm with my muscles and maybe a few hot nights with me. Eventually, I’d get rid of Max and the Austrian, and I’d be the king of the bodybuilding business!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

The plan and plot were a success - it was easy to lure that pee-brained bodybuilder into a "retouch-tanning" session and then shoving him on stage in his naked glory. The easiest money I have made in years, and with the help of some corrupt judge... child's play. The ego of some bodybuilders and how stupid they can get... Hahahaha. Gets me every time. 'Pfffff. Favourited to win.' I think to myself as I wave his wet stinking posers from the backstage and laugh along with the roaring crowd. I see that Alex judge... the breaker of dreams, nice nickname by the way, smiling back and me and winking. Job's Done.

What is more rewarding is the look of despair, shock, loss and then turning into anger of the guys standing around the poor idiot, trying to console him and plotting revenge... angry at the situation that only happened because of an over pumped ego. Just tell them they look good and they get all boastful, compliment them on their skin condition and they beam... So easily manipulated. I must admit the candidate bodybuilder was hot, a true specimen, a work of art. One that could rival any of the past legends. But I had another agenda up my sleeve - I need to give at least one win to yet another idiot participant who's father paid me a hefty sum. Not only was I cashing out from the scrawny twunk I took under my wing - which I will ditch at the next turn - but also collected my winning from the bet I placed on him. And to make him shine, all I had to do was make the competition break some rules... "No posers. No points. Disqualification."

It wasn't a win or lose situation only. That can be easily recovered, overlooked and amended in the next round. This was total annihilation of his chance to continue in the competition and maybe even stain his record and career. And all this because he couldn't control his pride... EGO. And again, it wasn't that he was not good... He was perfect - he had the body, the build, the muscles, the conditioning, the right striation. He was a clear winner. Until I turned him into a clear whiner... sobbing and crying to his coach - another Arabian hottie from Morocco I guess or something, and that massive Austrian Bull who was so happily funding him and following his journey to stardom... and now is funding my pocket. Hahahahaha.

FED MANSOURI:

I'm looking at Austrian, I'm shook. Him, he's chill, too serene. Just his muscles moving under his skin, calm like that. Can't help but admire. At 66 the guy's still a beast. He puts his hand on my shoulder and sends me: "Go get him." I rush on stage, wrap Theo in a towel. I look at his body, perfect, insane for his young age. And then, the rage comes up with Theo losing it. He's talking a mile a minute, stuttering. He's too heated. Suddenly, he points out some dude holding his posing trunks, dying laughing, all mocking. He's smiling at Dream Breaker, that son of a bitch. Those two got a crazy reputation. I clench my fists, ready to follow Theo to go mess this dude up, especially when I hear he got disqualified and some shrimp got declared winner. But Austrian's grip on our shoulders, solid like concrete, blocks us. He explains who this scumbag is that ruined the contest and Theo's career: MuscleMarine, an old rival of Austrian, who wants to ruin him and buy out his company. He reassures us: "We'll handle them, but not now." Me, I'm already regretting that these two dudes with insane bodies, I could fuck, are now in my crosshairs...

THE AUSTRIAN:

I came especially for Theo Marceau, a promising young guy with an exceptional physique. I first saw him at the FIBO in Cologne, after his victory at the French championships in the junior category. We connected immediately, and I offered to support him. His victory in this contest, the one that would open the doors to the European championships, seemed obvious. Just a simple formality. But things did not go as planned. And now here I am onstage with a devastated Theo, and his coach and friend Fed — another promising talent — both in a state of pure rage. I'm also facing an old enemy, an unscrupulous competitor who dreams of pushing me out of the market. MuscleMarine is standing there, pleased with his pathetic little stunt, the one that may have ruined this young athlete’s life. The images are already all over social media, and the comments are spreading fast. I know his tactics, and I know his usual accomplices. And precisely because of that, I had noticed Dream Breaker on the jury. I suspected something was being prepared. But I did not expect such a low move. I calm my two champions down and make them understand that revenge is a dish best served cold.

DREAM BREAKER:

Once the initial commotion dies down and the people around me calm down, it’s time to make my next move. I have a lot at stake, which is why I’ve planned every move carefully. Fed is easy to find. The idiot wants to use the same gym as the top bodybuilders; he wants visibility, and that’s exactly what he’s going to get.

I see him lifting weights off the bench, his face glistening with sweat, that bulge in his compression shorts almost pushing through the thin fabric. I move above his head, grabbing the bar. “It’s good to do these exercises with a buddy,” I grin at you as I step onto my own bulge bar and smile at you warmly. “I’m Alex, and I think we should talk. It might be that the two of us have a lot of shared desires, shared goals," I wink at you.

FED MANSOURI:

I love feeling my muscles fill with blood. That feeling when everything swells, when sweat runs down my forehead, drips over my pecs, and soaks my tank top. I came to this gym even though it is way out of my budget. Clearly, this is not my level. But I did not want to go back to the gym where Theo and I usually train. Since that fucking contest, that place has become unbearable. All those bastards use it as an excuse to laugh at him. And indirectly, at me too. More than one of them has already felt my fist rearrange his jaw or break his nose. I am Theo’s coach, yes. But above all, he is my best friend.I am alone under a bar that is way too heavy. A stupid amount of weight. Not safe, I know. But I am still burning inside. I need to dump all this rage somewhere. Theo has gone to Saint Barth with one of his rich daddies to disappear for a while.He needed to get away. Me, I am here. Pushing. Grinding. Clenching my teeth. Blowing up my muscles until I can stop thinking. Suddenly, a shadow covers my face and my chest. A voice gives me advice, calm and easy, like we know each other. Then two hands grab the bar to help me with my last rep.

Fuck. Another one of those guys who come to the gym to stare, flirt, and find some bodybuilder to worship like a Greek statue. I rack the bar, breathing hard. I adjust my dick in my shorts. The effort, the pump, my own strength… it has turned me on. Of course I am hard. As if this day was not weird enough already. Then he tells me his name. Alex? I only know one Alex. The piece of shit who disqualified Theo. Dream Breaker. The corrupt judge. The guy who spat on all his work. I sit up on the bench. My pecs are like two swollen cushions, ready to burst through my soaked tank top. And there he is, smiling at me. He even winks. Fuck, the nerve.

I stand up and move toward him, threatening. “I’ve got nothing to say to you, you rotten bastard. And I sure as hell don’t want to listen to you." I am seriously holding myself back from smashing my fist into his face. But the worst part is that my dick gets even harder. Because yes, the bastard is sexy. His body is a fucking landscape of muscle. But no. No way. I have to stay loyal to Theo. Loyal to Austrian too. He is our sponsor I turn away fast, like I can kick those dirty thoughts out of my head just by showing him my back. Except I am weak. I still throw one quick glance at his crotch. Then I head to the showers, pissed off at him, at myself, at my own body. And despite all my rage, I already regret not tasting that massive treasure he is hiding between his legs.

DREAM BREAKER:

I'm an old fox. The prey took the bait—no doubt about it. I follow the young man into the locker room and see him naked in the shower. I smirk and take off my shorts, letting my 9-inch cock swing from side to side between my legs as I stride into the adjacent shower. “Fed, isn’t that right?” I look you straight in the face as I step decisively into the same shower with you. “I have a proposal for you that you’re going to love. And wouldn’t you like to get back at that MuscleMarine for what he did to your friend? Maybe I could help you with that." I grab you lightly by the shoulders, turning you to face me as our semi-erect cocks brush against each other. "We could talk about the details at my place, have a few drinks, or something more intimate, and I’d tell you more," a broad, flirtatious smile appears on my face.

FED MANSOURI:

Fuck, this is really not my day. The guy is naked in the same shower as me. Just standing there. Calm. Like it is normal. I can feel his dick challenging mine. I try not to get hard. I think about anything I can to calm my body down. Everything I have to do once I get out of here. Stop by work to ask for time off. Take out the trash. Do the dishes. Go to Theo’s place to pick up his mail. But nothing works. My brain keeps coming back to that cock, half-hard, hanging between this bastard’s legs. I turn on the water and make it burning hot. I hope it will make him get the hell out of there. But he stays. And I act like I am handling it. Except I am not handling shit .Because fuck, that dick

And then there is what he just said. Getting revenge on that piece of trash, MuscleMarine. I do not trust him. Of course I do not trust him. With a guy like him, it smells like a trap from miles away. But at the same time…If I am the one who takes care of it. If I am the one who humiliates that bastard, the way he humiliated Theo… then Theo and Austrian will owe me.I step out of the shower, soaked, water running down my whole body. I grab my towel and dry myself slowly, dragging it over my muscles, still pumped from the workout. My pecs are full, my shoulders are still burning, my arms are hard as stone.“A drink, huh? Destroy that piece of shit MM?” I let out a dry laugh. “And why the fuck should I trust you?” But damn… that dick. It is almost his best argument.I get dressed without rushing. Tight jeans, brown tank top, sneakers. I run a hand through my still-wet hair, then turn back to him. “Fine. We going or what?”

DREAM BREAKER:

"Got him!" I follow your example and pull my jeans on. "I know, Fed, you might have doubts, that you might not trust me, but let me explain it all to you, and you can decide yourself whether to trust me or not", I smile confidently as I place my hand on your knee while driving to my place. As we arrive at the apartment, I notice you glancing around nervously when you realize there are pictures of MuscleMarine all over the apartment and his clothes are hanging on the coat rack. "Calm down, there's no need to worry—Max isn't home right now. We share the apartment, but that doesn't mean anything. Come on, I’ll show you something.” I open the door to Max’s room and turn on the lights. The walls are covered with pictures, posters, and magazine clippings of the Austrian, you, Theo, and other bodybuilders. “Shhh… I have more to show you; come.” We step into my room, and I close the door behind us.

Without saying a word, I wrap my arms around you, squeezing your buttocks while rubbing my bulge against yours and kissing you unexpectedly. “I’ll show you something else, look. I’ve hidden cameras in MuscleMarine ’s room.” I wrap my arms around your neck as I start the video. Your eyes widen as we watch the hidden camera footage.

FED MANSOURI:

I start to relax a little. In the car, when you put your hand on my thigh, I let it happen. I do not even know why. Maybe it is your voice. There is something weird about it, almost hypnotic. I start thinking maybe we judged you wrong. Maybe MuscleMarine has you under his control. Maybe he forces you to do things. Maybe the rumors about you are not the whole truth .Then we get to your place. And the first slap in the face is the smell. It is the same as Theo’s place. A guy smell. Strong. Dirty. Alive. A mix of old whiskey, socks lying around, dishes left in the sink, and cold sweat. The kind of smell that should disgust me, but instead... Fuck, it almost makes me want to jerk off. Then my stomach tightens. Everywhere, there is MM’s face and stuff. You calmly tell me the two of you live together, but that he is not here right now. Right now. That is the part that stays in my head. Because that psycho could walk in at any second.

My instinct wakes up all at once. My suspicion too. And it gets worse when you open the door to his room. Honestly, it is insane. It looks like a teenager’s room, the kind where he collects posters of his heroes. Photos, articles, magazine clippings, bodies everywhere, some of Austrian, some of Théo. Except the guy is over thirty, and It feels like a serial killer with a gym membership. I think to myself: Fed, bro, what the hell are you doing here?Then you lead me into your bedroom. I look around. It is a mess too. As chaotic as Theo’s place.The male smell is heavier here, mixed with something sharper, more chemical, almost like ammonia. It smells like bodies, sex, dried sweat, and sheets that should have been washed a long time ago.I turn around to say something and Your mouth is already on mine.Your hands are on my ass. My body reacts before my brain. My dick switches on instantly, hard against my jeans, like it has decided on its own to throw my loyalty out the window.I should push you away. I should tell you to go fuck yourself.But for one second, I freeze.And then you say it. That you film MM without him knowing. That you have hidden cameras in his room.I come back down hard. The heat, the desire, the mess in my head… all of it mixes with a nasty cold shiver. Then the video starts. I stare at the screen. My eyes go wide. I cannot even speak. Fuck. I have walked straight into a house full of sickos.

DREAM BREAKER:

Just as the video begins we hear noises at the door. “Shit. He wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow morning. I cover your mouth with mu hans and whisper "Stay calm, let me handle this. It’s nothing to worry about,” I try to sound reassuring as I hear Max calling me from his room. "Shhh..not a word"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"YO BITCH YOU HOME?" As I slam the front door and drop my bag loudly in the open hall space. The sound of my heavy footsteps clearly fill up the room. "YO, ALEX. DA FUCK MAN? YOU HERE?" I knock at your door, but no response. "YOOU FUCKING ANYONE?" I raise my voice in case you didn't hear me. And then make my way to my room. I slam the door shut and plop on my bed. I smile as I raise my hand to the wall, onto a poster of the hot Theo. "Mission Accomplished. Just need to find out where you hiding and have you all to myself." I laugh as my other hand reaches my bulge and rubs it, making it grow in my tight jeans. I lift my upper-body slightly off the bed, and peel my tight muscle top, revealing my ripped shredded muscular torso, turn my head to one side and doze off.

DREAM BREAKER:

Fed starts squirming in my arms, trying to rush over to Max. "Fed, calm down, now isn't the right time," I whisper, but you don't listen to me; instead, you break free from my grip and rush toward the door.

FED MANSOURI:

He is here. That piece of shit is here, in the apartment. “Nothing to worry about,” the other genius said. Nothing to worry about, my ass. Muscle, charm, a big mouth… but not a single gram of brain. Just like me, honestly. What an idiot I am. I should have listened to my instincts instead of my libido. Alex holds me back. He presses me against him and forces me to stay silent, his hand over my mouth. His body is against mine. A real wall of concrete. I can feel his strength, his skin, his heat burning through my clothes and into my back. Then the other bastard appears on the screen. MuscleMarine The guy has the body of a Greek god. Seriously. Why do the worst bastards always look like that? Why are guys like him against us, when we could have been on the same side? I try not to think about what we could have shared. About what his body promises. . No. I force it out of my head.

On the screen, he is shirtless, sprawled on his bed, his hand near his crotch, proud of himself like some cheap king. For one second, I am sure he is going to jerk off to his own twisted fantasy. But when I hear him talk about Theo, everything stops.His look. His smile.His voice. That filthy desire to find him, to possess him, to have him all to himself. That is when my blood boils. I do not see Alex anymore. I do not hear his whispers anymore. His “calm down,” his “now is not the time,” his bullshit plans… I do not give a fuck. I do not want to think anymore. I only want one thing. To smash the balls of that piece of trash in the room next door. I struggle. Alex tries to hold me back again, but this time I am out of control. I push; I tear myself out of his arms like an animal. I open the door. Ily fists already clenched. I enter the bedroom.The idiot is asleep.Perfect. am going to give him the wake-up call he deserves.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I hear a loud ruckus in the next door... 'Hehehe. The sly dog is probably banging some poor little guy...' I think to myself. 'Atta boy Alex.' And then a loud slamming of a door and grunting. Followed by the door to my room being swung open brutally, and someone enters. I remain calm and my eyes closed, un-phased. But I can feel a gust of wind enter my room and the presence of a rather large man. That voice though is not unfamiliar... As I feel you, the intruder to my room, getting closer, I open one eye, staring straight at you. "You. Here? How?" But its not a scared questioning look but rather one with a large smile. But i barely have time to ask, react or even understand what is happening that I see you rushing towards me, attacking...

DREAM BREAKER:

I get up from the floor, rubbing my chin after Fed’s punch, and rush after him into Max’s room. My first thought is to pull him away from Max, but after a moment’s hesitation, I step back and watch the inevitable fight between the two men unfold. This turn of events might actually speed up my plans. I watch to see if Fed can hold his own against Max or if I need to join the fight. As I watch the two ripped men fighting, my cock starts to stir in my pants, stiffening into a hard rod.

FED MANSOURI:

That bastard smiles at me. He almost looks happy to see me. Like I am a nice surprise. Like I am exactly what he was waiting for. But I do not give him time to act smart. I am already on him. My hands close around his throat and I squeeze. Hard. Really hard. I lift him off the bed like he is a sack of shit, my fingers digging into his flesh, my thumbs crushing his windpipe. My muscles explode under my T-shirt. My whole body is locked tight. The veins swell across my forearms, thick, ready to burst, living proof of the strength I am putting into this choke. I want to see him panic. I want to see that smile disappear. I want him to understand what Theo felt when he was humiliated in front of everyone. And behind me, Alex is there. Watching. Not moving. Not one gesture. Not one word. Just his eyes fixed on us, like all of this is part of his plan. I clench my teeth even harder. What the fuck is this bastard playing at?

MUSCLE MARINE:

Although I was expecting something as you enter my room violently, this is not it - you straddling me on my bed is not what I had in mind. You block my arms under your knees and start punching my chest and face. I manage to look behind you and notice Alex standing there... not moving. 'The fuck is his problem' I think to myself... but ignore it and focus back on the beating I am receiving. I lift a leg and slam a knee to your back, forcing you off me. I pounce off the bed and wipe my face. Fuck... I got a bloody lip now and nose. I grab a towel and wipe my face. Then proceed to take a fighting stance in the middle of my room, waiting for you to get up. "The fuck you doing here?" Knowing exactly who you are...

FED MANSOURI:

You manage to throw me violently off the bed. For a second, I can still feel your hot, muscular body against my skin. And once again, I hate the fact that such a sexy guy has to be such a complete asshole. You look surprised by Alex’s attitude too. But one look at me, seeing how furious I am, and you know your main problem right now is me. You raise your guard, ready to defend yourself. My anger blinds me. All I want is to destroy you. I jump back to my feet and throw a roundhouse kick straight at your temple. I am sure it would knock out a fucking bull. I glance at Alex, like I am waiting for confirmation that he saw it too. Then I settle into a defensive stance and spit at you: “Come on, you piece of shit. Come and get what you deserve.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch as you spring into action instantly, spinning and aiming a roundhouse kick to my head. I raise an arm to block it, and take the whole impact of it to my arm. You got a good strong kick on you I must admit, and it makes me stumble to one side. I see you looking back at Alex, and he is barely moving... but he nods at you. "The fuck is going on here?" I look at him and then at you again. "Is this about Theo? He had it coming." I rub my arm, flex it and then raise it again in a fighting stance, waving at you. "You will get your share too..."

FED MANSOURI:

Even though I missed my shot, I suddenly feel confident. You are nothing but a loudmouth. I am more worried about Alex, who seems to be waiting to see who wins and who loses before choosing a side. I can see the confusion in the looks you keep throwing at him. I take advantage of one of those looks and the second your attention slips, I charge at you. My knee slams into your crotch while my arms lock around your body, crushing your waist in a quick bear hug. I lift you off the floor. My hands slide down over your hips, and then I drive your back into the edge of the table you use as a desk. Your body crashes on the open laptop screen. The wood gives way under the impact, and the whole thing collapses beneath your weight and the violence of the blow. Folders spill across the floor. Photos of young and old bodybuilders scatter everywhere, mixed with newspaper clippings and magazine articles. All your victims are suddenly exposed there on the floor.

DREAM BREAKER:

I smile cynically as I watch Fed hit Max like a tornado. But I know Max well; he’s a tough fighter and not easy to break. It’s only a matter of time before Max turns the tables, and that’s when I might be needed. Max can’t win today. “Guys, guys, take it easy or someone might get hurt,” I chuckle

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you slam me into the desk and the whole structure breaks, all my files scatter... photos, stats sheets, notes... everywhere. And that is enough to get you distracted - long enough for me to strike. I see you look around in shock and horror. That is my cue as I ball my fist and come up with an uppercut to your chin, snapping your neck and head back. "No Alex. Not might. Someone will definitely get hurt." I follow up with an attack to your gut, landing punch after punch into that tight muscle shirt covered gut, softening it, and forcing Fed across my room, to the wall. Trapping you against the wall, I start bashing your abs hard, taking a slight pause between each hit, almost like I am testing them... "Bodybuilding is not the same as fighting." I laugh noticing you wince, but something stirring in your pants.

FED MANSOURI:

I am being turned into a punching bag. My body takes the hits more or less easily. First my face, then you start hammering my abs. I tighten them as hard as I can. I watch your fist slam into me, sinking into my flesh. I move with the impact, pulling my stomach in to absorb it. I grimace, but strangely, the pain starts mixing with some kind of excitement. I can feel my cock getting hard inside my pants. You are talking to Alex, but everything in me is focused on your punches. Then suddenly, I grab your wrists and force your arms upward, leaving your torso wide open. The point of my knee drives into your abs. Then I do it again. I caught you by surprise, and I can see the blows landed. I grab you by the back of the neck and smash your head against the marble top of the nightstand. Then I step back and rip off my T-shirt, soaked through with sweat. I roll my muscles beneath my skin. I am a wild beast. And I am about to destroy my prey.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Although you manage to force me away, slamming me to the side on the small piece of furniture, your attack is not as strong as it should be to take me out. I twist, looking at you, smiling and rush at you, spearing you in that battered gut now. When you removed that shirt, the bruises on your body showed clearly. I slam my shoulder into your abs, lift you up and slam you down in a power-bomb to the floor. I straddle your gut, and start hammering fist after fist to your face. "All... this... for... Theo?" I punch with every word. "Then am gonna send you to join him wherever he is hiding." I snap my knees shut at your sides, and start crushing you. Clearly, I am not your average bodybuilder...

DREAM BREAKER:

I don't make a move but stay leaning against the doorframe, watching Max and Fed fighting. Fed seems to be in shock while Max seems to be only warming up. "Come on, Fed, you can do more than that."

FED MANSOURI:

Fuck, this guy is half as massive as me, but his endurance is insane. His body is muscular, trained. Makes sense for a former Marine. But now I am starting to wonder if I will ever manage to weaken him. I can see my skin turning red and purple in places. I am trapped in the vise of your thighs. I squirm, planting my hands on those tree trunks, trying to force them apart. But you are strong. Really strong. Stronger than I expected. I protect my face with my arms, but it is a useless barrier. For a moment, one of my hands closes around your throat and squeezes. But you break free without effort. Then I start feeling around on the floor. My fingers find a thick and heavy hard covered file. I grab it and swing it with all my strength several time straight across your face, hoping you will let me free or it wll make you fall on the side.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stop, grab the file and pry it out of your hand, and swing it away. "You bodybuilders are weak... Pathetic... Your pussyboi got what he deserves." I feel you under me get hard in your pants. I smile at pull off you a bit, slide my hand down and grab a tight hold of your bulge. "You all get hard for real muscles..." I massage them violently and brutally. "Isn't that right Alex?" As I turn to look at you...

DREAM BREAKER:

"Real muscles? You mean muscles like these?", I chuckle and step closer, smiling at you as I flex my arms. All of a sudden I smash my big fist into your surprised face, sending you reeling backwards. I follow you with slow, determined steps. "Muscles? I have them in other places too, like in my legs", I continue as I snap grab of your jawline, pulling you closer and shoving my knee hard into your ripped gut.

FED MANSOURI:

Fuck, I can’t believe it. Alex just saved my ass. I don’t know why. I still don’t trust him. And fuck… that bicep. Wow. The size of a melon, with a peak that makes my dick go even harder. Feeling that other idiot pressed against me was already turning me on, but now I’m fully hard. I get up slowly. I stretch my muscles, trying to ease the pain and get some feeling back into my body. “Fuck, Alex, let me finish this piece of shit.” You turn toward me, leaving that bastard’s torso wide open. He looks stunned, but more by your betrayal than by your punches. I can’t resist. I drive a brutal fist into his solar plexus. He jerks like an animal caught in a hunter’s trap. Then I smash another punch into his face. The blow is hard enough to snap his head back. Drops of blood and sweat spray onto my skin. I follow with one last punch into his abs, already weakened by your knee. I want to keep going. But suddenly, your hand catches my next punch. I look at you, hesitating between doing what you want… or punching you too.

DREAM BREAKER:

"No more. We still need him. He needs to be strong enough to fight one last time. You know what I mean, don't you? I keep a short break and look at your face to check out if you are following me. "I want you and I to take Max to your friend, Austrian. You are the only one who has access to him. I am sure he would appreciate our little marine gift. Am I right?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I did not expect what happened next, as Alex's fist comes smashing into my face, cracking my nose and making me bleed. "What the...?" As he drags me back, and slams to the wall, his knee in my abs, weakening me. He holds me still and lets that aroused asshole Fed attack me, landing his punches easily at my exposed gut, chest, face and balls. If it wasn't for this behemoth of Alex, the idiot Moroccoan or whatever his arab ass is from, would not get away with this. I try to slump down after the hits, but Alex's huge hand on my chest keeps me pinned and up against the wall, unable to fold from the pain. But I am still conscious enough to hear what both of them are plotting against me, promising to take me to someone else... for a fight... Austrian? Is it that guy from the competition? The big Santa Clause looking gut...?

DREAM BREAKER:

I hit my elbow into Max's face, making him shut up as he gets unconscious. "So Fed, what do you say? Will you bring us to Austrian?". I try to sound convincing without revealing what are my real intentions.

FED MANSOURI:

I can’t believe it. So that was your plan all along: bring MuscleMarine to my sponsor, Austrian. I still doubt your intentions. I may be a bodybuilder, but contrary to popular belief, I do have a brain. I know Austrian would be more than happy to get revenge on that piece of shit and avenge poor Theo. Well… maybe not that poor, judging by the Instagram reels and TikTok posts from his trip to Saint Barth. Then suddenly, you knock the other idiot out. But revenge is eating me alive too, and I am also curious to see what Austrian will do with him. A fight? Sure, Austrian is still in great shape for his age, but against this nasty little ball of muscle and nerves? And what tells me you will not betray us again, Alex? Maybe the two of you came up with this whole plan together. Maybe this is just a way to get close to Austrian and take down your biggest competitor. I pick up my T-shirt. Then I walk over to MM and grab him by the shoulders, signaling for you to take his legs. Austrian should be home at this hour. “We throw this sack of shit in the trunk of your car and go. I’m driving.”

DREAM BREAKER:

"Wait, I always wanted to do this", I chuckle and grab a tight hold of Max's big bulge, squeezing his nuts so hard he moans even in his unconscious state. "Sorry, needed to do that. One, two, three.. up we go." Carrying Max into the trunk of my car I sit on the co-pilot's side. "Should I cover my eyes, like in some movies? "I joke as you drive us north on the highway. "I hope it's not too far since, knowing Max, he will soon wake up.

FED MANSOURI:

You really are a piece of shit. You keep going after your best friend’s balls while he is unconscious. What the fuck is this obsession of yours? The guy is fucking heavy. Good thing we are both strong. We are packed tightly together inside the tiny elevator, and of course you use it as an excuse to press yourself against me. Your hard body, your smell, the heat radiating from your skin… everything about you makes me want to fuck you. But this is definitely not the right time. And honestly, I am a little worried that the other bastard might wake up. Finally, we get him into the trunk of your black BMW X5 M Competition. I climb into your car. Fuck, you have money. I tell myself. Your car was probably paid for with the cash from your dirty deals and fixed contests. I start the engine and drive off fast, hoping nobody saw us carrying that body. People always assume the worst when they see something like that.

I merge onto the highway. Austrian lives in an exclusive neighborhood. The guy has done very well for himself. But he never makes you feel like you are some worthless piece of shit. He is generous and thoughtful. And now I feel like I am betraying him by bringing these two bastards to his home. Before long, we stop in front of a huge gate fitted with cameras, a keypad, and an intercom. I roll down the window and ring the bell. Normally, I have the code, but there is no way I am entering without warning him first. His sweaty Santa Claus face appears on the screen. He gives me a huge smile when he recognizes me. He says I have arrived at the perfect time because he has just finished his evening workout. Then his expression changes. He asks who the guy sitting beside me is. I tell him it is Alex Cava. And that he has brought him a present.

Austrian smiles and opens the gate. He tells me to meet him near the gym beside the outdoor pool. The villa stands in the middle of a huge estate. The main house is on the left, but very few people are ever allowed inside. Set apart from it are the offices of his company. Right next to them is an entire sports complex, with a gym, a wrestling room, a boxing ring, an Olympic-size swimming pool and even a stadium. At this hour, the few employees who work here have already gone home. Austrian is alone.

DREAM BREAKER:

I open the trunk of my car and hoist Max onto my shoulders, patting him on the ass. “Wake up, Max, you’ve got to see this,” I chuckle as I carry Max toward the Austrian’s gym, led by Fed. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place. Soon, very soon, I would be rid of Fed, the Austrian, and perhaps Max if he failed in his own performance. I smiled broadly at Fed as I felt Max start to move on my shoulder. “Good morning, sunshine, just in time. I have a surprise for you.”

THE AUSTRIAN:

I look at myself one last time in the mirror. I love this part of the day, when I am alone on this huge estate and can enjoy facilities worthy of the best private clubs. I hit a double-biceps pose and smile. Age has changed my appearance. It has marked my face and turned my hair white, but I still have the muscles of a bodybuilder. Heads still turn when I enter a room, walk onto a beach, or step into a gym. I have finished my daily workout, and I am looking forward to diving into the clear water of the pool. It gave me time to think about that ugly business involving Theo. I like the young man, and I like his friend Fed too. They remind me of myself when I was their age. In some ways, things were easier back then. Of course, people looked at us as if we were freaks. We were not normal. We were all fags and idiots, according to them.

Then Arnold arrived, and everything changed. I took advantage of that change. I won some of the most prestigious contests, then became one of the first to create my own brand and supply everything our sport needed. I saw what was missing, and I provided it. Today, everyone calls himself a bodybuilder. Influencers are everywhere on social media. Some are very good. Others are absolutely terrible. Theo and Fed belong to the first group, and I am glad to have them in my stable. Fed especially. He is a smart guy. Thanks to his studies, he has strong financial and business skills. I am looking for a successor. I have no children, and he would be perfect. Theo, on the other hand, is a wild young stallion. With discipline, he will become a great champion. But he has a real talent for getting himself mixed up in the worst possible situations

I pull off my sweat-soaked tank top and wipe my face. Then I remove my shorts. I like diving naked into the cool water. The intercom rings. I am annoyed. I do not like being disturbed during my routine. I look at the screen and see an arrogant-looking BMW. Then Fed’s face appears. He looks worried, less cheerful than usual. Almost serious. But most importantly, he knows the code, so why did he not simply drive in? Then I notice the man sitting beside him. I recognize that massive silhouette. Alex Cava. Yes. Fed confirms it. I smile at him and press the button to open the gate. So, the game has begun. The rumors were true, and the first act is about to start. I dive into the pool to cool down. It will take them about ten minutes to reach this part of the estate. Enough time for me to put on a T-shirt and a pair of lightweight pants.

DREAM BREAKER:

I stare at Fed's ass as we walk what feels like an endless distance to the Austrians' mansion. I've got to get my hands on that ass, fuck it soon. Just the thought alone makes my dick twitch in my pants and makes walking a little difficult. Despite my slapping, Max doesn’t come to his senses—maybe I hit him too hard. Maybe I’ll toss him into Austrian’s pool later. Finally, we arrive, and a man who looks like Santa greets us at the door with a serious expression. “Alex, Alec Cava. And the gentleman resting on my shoulder is named… you might know him as MuscleMarine. Nice to meet you,” I extend my hand, but you turn away from me.

FED MANSOURI:

This guy has nerve. He doesn't lack audacity. He walks with confidence, casting glances left and right at the English garden, the opulent villa in the distance. He acts as if all of this belongs to him. I can feel him eyeing my ass the same way, but he's wrong. Even though I feel a strong attraction to him, I won't give in to him. But what impresses me most is that he doesn't seem to care about what he did to the person we're about to meet. I wanted to leave the car at the entrance to give Austrian time to prepare. He's there, relaxed in a promotional t-shirt from his company Iron Alpha and white linen pants. I know him well and the t-shirt is a signal to his unwanted guests. Indirectly, he's letting them know that he knows why they're here. But these bastards are blinded by their superiority and probably won't even realize it. The reception is quite cold. Austrian barely looks at me. He refuses to shake Alex's hand. MuscleMarine is still unconscious, as if he'd had the bender of his life. Austrian sits down in a garden chair. He pours himself a whiskey but makes no gesture to ask us to take a seat. He takes a sip and suddenly I hear him say: "So what can I do for you, Alex Cava... Leave that other piece of shit there in a corner. We're going to talk."

DREAM BREAKER:

Austrian’s arrogant behavior doesn’t really bother me; let Grandpa feel superior for a little while longer, while he still can. With the hand he didn’t want to shake, I rub my bulge shamelessly, adjusting it as if nothing had happened. I plop Max’s sleepy body down on the Austrian plush sofa like a sack of potatoes, snorting to myself when I notice Max drooling on the expensive-looking upholstery. Max will have to pay for the mess he’s made, and hopefully soon.

 “I don’t usually go out of my way to meet anyone in person to discuss business, but your little bubble-butted friend, Fed, suggested it would be better to come see you right away. And what wouldn’t I do at the request of a young, handsome man?” I give Fed a suggestive wink, and he visibly blushes. "I have an interesting proposal for you that I'm sure would benefit both of us. We could talk about it over coffee, for example, unless you think a lunch meeting might be a better option," I say, looking into Austrian’s eyes as he stares intently at me, and I give Fed a firm slap on the ass.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I have met plenty of arrogant assholes in my life, but this one reaches new heights. And the way he treats Fed, like the kid is his personal bitch… The poor guy looks completely lost. I can see the attraction this bastard has over him. Under different circumstances, I might have enjoyed wrestling Alex myself and fucking him afterward. But right now, I am trying to stay calm. I already regret not shaking his hand. It was an impulsive mistake. I should have made him feel comfortable. Instead, arrogance seems to drip from every part of his body. This piece of trash is playing businessman. But the way he treated his own accomplice tells me everything I need to know. I cannot trust him.

I glance at MuscleMarine drooling all over my sofa. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. I slowly sip my whiskey while Alex explains that he has a business proposal for me. But I already know everything about him. I had him followed. I obtained his bank statements. I spoke to his former partners and contacted bodybuilding organizations. He owns nothing. Not even a good reputation. The only valuable thing here is MuscleMarine, my most dangerous competitor on the market. I know everything about his dirty deals too. And when the time is right, I will take his company from him for next to nothing. “So, Alex Cava, why don’t we discuss all this right now over a glass of this excellent whiskey?” I pour you a generous measure. Then I turn to Fed desperate to see how Alex just slept your ass and he did even react “Go and bring us something to eat from the office kitchen.” I hope that will keep him safely away from this sexual and financial predator.

DREAM BREAKER:

I listen to the Austrian’s gruff words for a moment and glance at Fed, winking at him as if to signal something that’s about to happen. I turn back toward Santa. “Enjoy your whiskey, and we’ll talk in a moment. I’m going to help Fed in the kitchen, but you, by all means, sit down in the meantime so you don’t get too tired. We’ll talk soon.” Without even waiting for your reply, I turn to a bewildered-looking Fed and give him a slap on the butt. “Lead the way, handsome, and let’s head to the kitchen for some treats.” Fed blushes as I glance at Max, who is starting to lift his head from the sofa covering.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I remain seated for a moment, staring at your empty chair. I can hear the groans of the other man as he slowly comes back to himself. We will deal with him later. Right now, my priority is Fed. I saw in him a man of character, someone who would have been perfect to take over after me. But seeing him let himself be humiliated like this by that filthy bastard makes me doubt everything. They say the flesh is weak. But to this extent? Is that really possible? I finish my whiskey, stand up, and take one last look at my physique. My frame reassures me. The man I am about to face is a force of nature. I head toward the employees’ kitchen. From a distance, I hear sounds that confirm exactly what I feared. It is time to put an end to this.

DREAM BREAKER:

I follow Fed into the kitchen, and before he can reach the fridge door, I grab him by the neck and throw him onto the huge wooden table. The man doesn’t put up much of a fight as I wrap my arms around his waist, unbutton his pants, and pull them down along with his Mickey Mouse boxers until they’re at his ankles. Instead of fighting back, he lifts his hips, offering up his bubble butt, whose hairy crack invites me inside. I smile confidently, unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out, then climbing on top of you. “Good boy, I’m going to make you a happy man,” I whisper in your ear as I thrust my thick cock into your inviting ass with a single stroke.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I hesitate for a moment. The scene I'm witnessing revolts me. Not the act itself, but this acceptance by Fed to submit to this guy who betrayed us, who betrayed his best friend Théo. I'm rarely wrong about people. Usually I have good instincts. But here I was useless. I even end up wondering if Fed wasn't their accomplice. That bastard Alex is just a beast following his impulses without thinking about the consequences or the harm he does. His ass is like two watermelons, firm, striated. I've rarely seen such a well-proportioned body. But something is rotten inside him. I know he's won many competitions, but each time there were rumors about how. As for Fed, he doesn't even hide his pleasure. He seems consenting. This is nothing like rape, but more like an appropriation and submission on his part to the stronger one. I must act to separate these two dogs in heat.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Damn it, Santa! Couldn't you have waited just a minute? Did you just have to go take a shit?" I snap when I see your red face as you storm into the kitchen, clearly upset. "But it's okay, I'll be done in a second and we can talk." I turn my head back, staring at the back of Fed’s head, and groan as my massive ass cheeks press down hard a couple of times, driving my cock deep into Fed. My thick cock throbs inside Fed as I unload my load, snapping Fed’s head sharply to the left and then 180 degrees to the right. Fed slumps limp beneath me. I pull my cum-soaked cock out of her blood-soaked asshole. "Well then, one servant less—can we start the negotiations?"

THE AUSTRIAN:

I arrive too late. Fed lies motionless on the floor. I don't know if he's dead or unconscious, but your move seems to have broken his neck. And there you stand, your hard stiff cock covered in cum, completely indifferent to your act. Negotiations???? You barely finish your sentence before I rush at you. Your pants are still down and you're bending to pull them up. I shove you with my hands by your shoulders, all my strength magnified by rage. You fall backward and your head hits the corner of a metal cart. Blood splatters across the white tiled floor.

DREAM BREAKER:

All of a sudden you grab me, throw me like a sack of potatoes onto the floor when a sharp pain hits my head. I feel the taste of adrenaline in my mouth as I feel the warm blood bleeding out of my head. I try to get up but I am far too dizzy, so all I can do is try to send a kick from the floor aiming your nuts.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I learned some are calling you BALLS BREAKER instead og DREAM. You are dizzy, but you try your favourite kick. No chance. I step back just enough to avoid it. Then quickly I step close again, and raise my foot. I slam it down on your balls and dripping cock. I stomp on them until I hear a sound that tells me I've crushed your manhood. I hear a noise behind me. The other asshole is standing, looking at me with a smile, almost happy to see his friend Alex down.

DREAM BREAKER:

I try to grab your approaching foot, but it’s too late. The sole of your foot slams with force into a man’s most sensitive parts, causing me to double over in pain, screaming from the bottom of my lungs. But you don’t stop; you keep crushing my balls with your heel until a wet squelch signals the rupture of my manhood inside my bruised sack. I writhe on my side in the fetal position until merciful unconsciousness takes over, and I lie on the ground, unaware of everything.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"The fuck is happening here?" Rubbing my head and walking towards the commotion. "Where are we?" Not seeing from the back who the guy standing over Alex in pain is. He looks huge, massive. 'But who is it?' I ask myself. What is really interesting in what I am seeing here is the dead man on the floor in the kitchen, and Alex sprawled next to him screaming in pain. Not that I am happy Alex is being pummeled but he wasn't helpful either when I was being attacked back at the loft earlier. 'But again... Who is this guy domin... Gasp...' As he turns around.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I have settled the score with that bastard. He is on the floor, unconscious, groaning, humiliated, stripped of his manhood. Now, if he survives, we will see whether he still has enough balls left to keep running his dirty schemes. The other idiot is standing there, smiling, but looking a little lost. Alex’s blows probably knocked out what little intelligence he had left. I take off my tank top. I want this piece of trash to feel every single muscle in my body when I break his back. “So, Max… rumors say you want to destroy me. That you want to absorb my company. That you want to turn Theo into one of your new bitches.”

I walk toward a large TV screen mounted on the wall. I grab a remote and press a button. For a moment, the image struggles to appear. Then suddenly, Theo’s face fills the screen. He is tanned, his huge pecs rising with every breath. “Hey, boy. I hope you are enjoying your stay in Saint Barth. Look who is here.” I see his face harden. “I am going to avenge you, boy. You are going to watch MuscleMarine's destruction live.” Then I turn toward you, thinking that it is truly a shame that a man this sexy has to be such a piece of shit.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Da fuck you talking about? What destruction?" My senses are all of a sudden on alert, the hairs on my back stand up. I take a stance, tense and flexing, and instantly enraged, although deep inside, I cannot help but admire what I see in front of me. The man, mature, but in the best shape any old man can be in, is a rippling mountain of muscles standing relaxed, talking to his protégé - the same guy who couldn't hold his dick in his pants at the slightest stimulation. "You are willing to put what little years you still got left to fight for that pussyboi who could not hold his libido in check?" I ask you as I spread my legs wide in a fight pose, ready for you.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I can feel that you are shaken. The betrayal of your partner. The sight of Theo on the screen, the boy you pretend to despise even though that contempt clearly hides something much dirtier. And then me, an almost old man, standing in front of you without the slightest hesitation. To many people, this would look arrogant. It is not. It is calculated. For years, I have found you in my way, trying to ruin my projects. Friendly meetings did not stop you. Partnership offers did not stop you. Legal threats did not stop you. So I understood one simple thing. There is only one language left for a man like you. Force. You stand there, half attacking, half defending. With you, it is hard to tell. You are too treacherous for anything simple. I move toward you slowly, circling you in the narrow space between the central island and the massive professional stove.

THE AUSTRIAN:

There is not much room here. Not for footwork. Not for tricks. You keep your eyes on me. Almost. Because every few seconds, your gaze flicks toward the screen. Toward Theo. That is all I need. The moment your attention slips, I move. Not fast like a young fighter. Fast enough. My shoulder crashes into your chest, my arms lock around your waist, and I drive you backward with all the weight I still have in this old body. You resist. But I played rugby. I know how to break a man’s balance. Your back slams violently against the metal edge of the massive stove. Before you can fully recover, my fists start falling into your steel-hard abs, one after another, heavy and precise, like hail on stone. Then I step back. I breathe once. And I wait for your counterattack.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I flex my body tight, especially my abs, seeing you rush towards me, your shoulder aimed at my torso. As your fist lands on my hardened gut, I chuckle hearing the thuds of your punches. I resist and wait... This assault will end soon and it does to my luck, as you pull back away from me. I smile. "Not bad for an old man." Deep down, I am so turned on and in awe of what you can do. In that little attack, I learned a lot and I also understood that I need to be careful. If my mind keeps shifting between you and the screen, it will be a problem for me. And I might lose more than just my resistance against your fists. I watch as you pull back, shirtless, making your muscle ripple as you flex them... total distraction.

Grabbing a pot off the stove, I flick it towards you. Distracting you, just enough to break your attention off me, and make a dash for it, jumping over the dead body of Fed and next to Alex still unconscious, I make my way to the main living space, the hall, where I was laid earlier on the couch. I need space, more of it, to fight this behemoth, whom I feel is gonna be more challenging to take down. "Come on big buy... join me." I wave at you and smile, almost like mocking you, as i bounce my pecs in tight muscle shirt.

THE AUSTRIAN:

That bastard is smart. He has more than one trick up his sleeve. At first, I think he is trying to run away when he rushes toward a more open space. He is in the living room now. It will not change much. I grab the remote and turn on the screen in the room. Theo appears, his face tense, full of anger toward you. I can see how much he regrets not being able to fight you himself. My muscles tremble under my skin. This little warm-up has made me hungry. I know what you have in mind. You want space. You want to move. To circle around me. To wear me down. With a brutal move, I grab an heavy armchair near the wall and throw it across the room. The armchair smashes through the glass door with a deafening crash. Shards of glass scatter all over the terrace.

At the same moment, I charge, all my mass thrown against you. I slam into you full force before you can use the space you created for yourself. The impact carries us both through the broken opening. We crash onto the terrace in a rain of shattered glass. I fall on top of you with all my weight. Right away, I try to trap your arms under mine. My body crushes yours as I try to keep you pinned to the floor. My knee wedges between your legs, pressing against your groin and balls to hinder your movements and keep you from getting back up. I hear the broken glass crack under us. “You wanted space?” I press down harder, trying to flatten you against the ground. “Now you have it.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I manage to free my hands from under you and slam a hard palm to your temple, half-ringing you. I slam that same palm to your chest to force you back. Although you are still straddling me, it was enough to let me pull my other arm from under your knee and now use both hands to clap your ears, ringing you totally. I am sure it is not enough to take you out or even weaken you, but at least, enough to get me out of this predicament as I feel the pressure on my balls lighten and you pull off me and away, swaying and groggy, back into the hall.

I get up, brush the shards of glass off me, shaking and flexing. Luckily I still have my muscle tshirt on that protected my back a bit. I grab it and peel it off me, all wet from the blood the glass bits drew. I throw it to the side on the terrace and step back into the living space towards you. "You are a dead man."

THE AUSTRIAN:

Our struggle has turned me on. I can feel my cock hard under my shorts. Despite your blows, despite the fact that they shook me a little and left me groggy, they have also brought my strength back. I wrestle regularly. My opponents are sometimes much younger than me, and I often win. But a violent fight like this takes me far back in time, back to when I used to fight in bars with guys who thought my muscles were just for show. I return to the living room. Behind us, the terrace has become a field of broken glass. You take off your T-shirt, and my cock stiffens even more under my shorts. Luckily, they are loose enough to hide my erection. I watch you move toward me, shirtless, covered in blood, sweat. My body reacts despite myself. You are magnificent, I have to admit it. A real piece of trash sculpted out of muscle

But that is exactly your problem. You know it too well. You think your body is enough to impress men. I lower my eyes for a fraction of a second toward your abs, as if I am letting myself get distracted. You think you have unsettled me.In reality, I have just made you take one step too far. You are now between me and the coffee table. I strike.Straight into your solar plexus. Not a spectacular blow. Not the blow of some reckless young dog. An old man’s punch: precise, heavy, placed exactly where it needs to be.I feel your breath break against my fist. Before you can breathe again, I grab your arm and pull you off balance. I step beside you, twist hard, and use my whole weight to throw you backward. Your back crashes into the coffee table. The wood cracks, the glasses jump, a bottle tips over and rolls across the carpet.I lean slightly over you, my erection still hard under my shorts, fed by the violence of the fight as much as by your brute’s body. “That is what happens when you underestimate an old champion, muscle slut.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

My breath cut for a couple of seconds, and I find myself lifted off the floor and slammed to a low coffee table behind me. Glass everywhere again, wood splintering and you again on top of me, at my side this time, trying to pin me down. The nice fur rug under that table is all stained now and covered with debris. I lift a leg and kick you in the head, forcing you off me again. As you stumble off me, I notice that growing hard-on in your shorts. "Hahahahaha. Old man can still get it hard? Nice." I get and this time we are facing each other, both panting. I notice how much shorter you are, and yet I am turned on thinking of all that packed hard muscles on that frame. "Champion? Of what?" As I take a stance and get ready again. I notice Theo on the screen now, laughing and cheering you on more. And from the corner of my eye, I see we have yet another spectator... Alex is crawling from the kitchen, still broken and spent.

DREAM BREAKER:

Somehow I manage to crawl out of the kitchen after the Austrian and Max, leaving a trail of blood on the floor behind me. The Austrian must have really done some serious shit on my manhood, but despite the pain, I drag my body close enough to watch the fight between the men. It’s still too early to say who will win the fight—muscle power and height, or experience. The best outcome for me would be if they killed each other.

THE AUSTRIAN:

You are tough. But so am I. It has been a long time since I felt this alive. Maybe being watched by Theo, hearing him support me, gives me back a strength I thought I had lost. I also notice that look in your eyes. Some kind of attraction. Of course. There are not many men my age who still have a body like mine. But I deserve no special credit for that. Bodybuilding is my life. Training, dieting, discipline, a repeated routine. I delay our next collision just long enough to clear my head. Then I hear a noise. Alex is crawling toward us, half dead, like the dirty snake he is. Without taking my eyes off you, I say to him: “You came to watch the end of your associate, you bodybuilding rattlesnake?” I hear a loud burst of laughter. Theo. And his laugh makes me want to become terrible.

My hand grabs the thick blanket thrown over the back of the sofa. A heavy, soft, outrageously expensive blanket, almost ridiculous in the middle of this carnage. I snap it open with a sharp movement. For one second, I am no longer the old champion in shorts, standing in the middle of my ruined living room. I am a retiarius in the arena, the gladiator with the net, the one who does not try to hit the hardest, but to trap his opponent at the right moment. And you, Max, are exactly what I need: a brute far too sure of himself. I throw the blanket straight into your face. Not to hurt you. To steal your sight. To trap you for one second in the dark. I charge. My shoulder crashes into your stomach, just beneath your abs. My arms lock around your waist, and I drive you with all my strength across the living room. You try to break free, but the blanket still slips over your face, catches on your shoulders, and gets in the way of your arms. You are too powerful to be easy to control, but for that instant, you are nothing more than a blinded mass of muscle.

I drive you straight toward Alex. He is there on the floor, half crawling, half trying to rise, like a wounded snake. Your body crashes violently into him. The two of you collapse together in a brutal impact, flesh against flesh, muscle against muscle, betrayal against betrayal. I stand over you both, panting, my fists clenched. Then I hear Theo laugh again. But this time, the sound does not come from the screen. It comes from behind me. From the terrace. I turn my head. And there he is. Theo Marceau, in the flesh, standing among the broken glass, tanned by Saint Barth, his massive pecs rising under the night air, a cruel smile on his face. He was never really gone. He was hiding in one of my guest houses, waiting for the right moment. He came back from Saint Barth to take part in the fall of his two enemies. I look back down at you and Alex. Now you understand. This was never just my revenge. It was Theo’s too.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Rage fills me more, and I kick my foot into your knee as you stand right next to us, taking you down hard to the marble floor. I kip up onto my feet and pull back from Alex's body. I rush at you, and jumping, I execute a roundhouse kick to your temple. I know its not enough to end you, but to give me space as I rush towards Theo. But you recover quite fast, and scream loudly, making the whole place shake almost. I hear you tell me that my fight is you and not with Theo this time. I stop, turn towards you and smile, while he pulls back and away from me. He still is scared of me - can see it in his eyes. "So, you want to die at my hands, is that it? You want a real fight with me..." As I launch a fist to your gut hard, landing with a loud thud into those flex granite bricks. "Shit..."

DREAM BREAKER:

There's not much I can really do in my dreadful state as I watch Theo suddenly enter into the scene. "BUMMER." This will complicate my plans. I wrap my arms around Theo's shins and twist my arms with all my strength that is left in me, making him lose his balance. "You stay here for now," I hiss as I climb on top of him, pinning him under my heavy body. "Let the men handle this."

THE AUSTRIAN:

Pain shoots up my leg when your foot crashes into my knee. For one second, the marble floor rises toward me. I fall hard. But I have fallen before. In rings. On rugby fields. In filthy bars where younger men thought an older bodybuilder was just a trophy waiting to be broken. I hear movement behind me. Alex. That filthy snake has crawled to Théo with the last strength left in his ruined body. I see him wrap his arms around Theo’s legs and drag him down, pinning him beneath his weight. Theo does not fight back. Not because he is weak. Not because he is afraid. He understands. His time has not come yet.

I push myself up from the marble, slower than I would have twenty years ago, but steady. My knee burns. My skull rings. My breath scrapes in my chest. Then I see you coming. The roundhouse catches the side of my head. For a second, the whole room turns white. My balance breaks, my body sways, and pain explodes through my temple. But I do not fall. Not this time. I stay on my feet. Your fist comes next, driving hard into my stomach. A brutal, heavy shot. My abs lock by instinct, granite under your knuckles, but the impact still spreads deep through my gut and climbs into my ribs. I bend forward just enough to let you believe you hurt me more than you did.

Then my hand closes around your wrist. I do not push you away. I pull you closer. I trap your fist against my stomach and let you feel that the old man is not finished. Then I drive my forehead into your face. Once. Hard. I step in, hook one arm behind your neck, and hammer my other fist into your ribs. Short and heavy blows. I can hear Alex behind me, struggling with what little strength he has left. Good. Let the snake exhaust himself. My knee screams with pain. My head is ringing. But tonight, I am not counting the price. I shove you back and raise my fists again. Still standing. Exactly where I belong.

DREAM BREAKER:

I press Theo's face into the cavern between my pecs, feeling him squirm beneath me in panic. He stays there, pinned, for a moment—at least until I lift my face to watch Max and the Austrian's struggle, which is only growing more intense. Soon, there will be bodies in front of me—one or both of them. The mere thought of it makes my cock stiff against Theo’s bulge. “Shhh… enjoy it while you still can,” I whisper into Theo’s ear.

THEO MARCEAU:

Alex this bastard will not stop touching me, squeezing me, trying to keep me pressed against his stinking, sweaty body, even though he is weakened by his wounds. For now, I let him do it. I am waiting for Austrian’s signal. Inside, I am boiling with rage, while playing the guy who is panicking. This piece of shit killed Fed, and he deserves the same fate. And now he is getting hard. I suppose I have something to do with that. Unless it is the fight between those two muscular bodies that is turning him on. Austrian is doing pretty well. That bodybuilding scumbag is starting to realize he will not get rid of him as easily as he thought. As for me, I am holding myself back from destroying him. But success belongs to the one who knows how to wait.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take the blow to my midsection, your fist sinking in and lifting me off the floor. Grunting and groaning from the pain, I can feel you distracted for a second by Alex's moaning, and that gives me the opportunity to pull off your fist, jump and roundhouse kick you again in the head and send you down. I pull back, holding my gut in pain. I cannot understand how an old mature man like you still has that much power, and strength, not to mention the hardness of marble and granite in his body. 'Wow' I think to myself admiring your rippling muscles. "How? How are you so strong?" As I cough and spit some blood. You must have gotten me real good. I feel my cage and it seems you might have snapped the bottom rib, but thank God it is still in place. I take a stance and I am not willing to give up this fight.

Meanwhile, I notice also Alex struggling over Theo who seems to be almost toying with him, although he is not aware of it. The young bodybuilder relaxes his muscles and plays dead weight under the battered veteran - serves him right for betraying me. I am jolted back to reality when I understand the situation that my life is on the line here. I waste no time, and attack you again, going for a spear to your gut, slamming my shoulders to it, and lifting you clean off the floor and throw you over me, in a slam. Maybe that would take some of your stamina off...

THE AUSTRIAN:

I hit the floating wooden floor hard. It absorbs part of the impact, almost like a ring. The glasses in a display cabinet rattle from the shock. What you do not know is that I was a professional wrestler for several years. I learned how to fall. How to take hits. How to let the floor receive part of the violence for me. Now it is time to end this. I give Theo a wink. The signal. You are standing not far from me, trying to remain stoic. But I can see it clearly now. My blows have landed. They have weakened yours. I slowly rise. One knee bent. The other still on the floor. My body low, like a sprinter ready to explode forward. Then Theo moves. Suddenly, his fist drives into Alex’s open wound , tearing into his crotch again.

The giant lets out a horrible scream of pain. That scream shakes you for just a few seconds. Your eyes slide toward your former accomplice. That is all I need. I rush you. One hand clamps down between your legs and squeezes. My other arm locks across your throat, pressing hard into your Adam’s apple. My knee slams into your abs. Once. Twice. Again. I take a cruel pleasure in driving the point of my knee into every ridge and hollow of your stomach, as if I were trying to flatten rough ground. I feel sweat running over your skin and mixing with mine. But above all, I feel those hard muscles, swollen with blood, resisting under me. Then I finish with a headbutt. My forehead smashes into your nose. Only then do I let you go, after turning your body into nothing more than a broken puppet.

MUSCLE MARINE:

That attack was vicious, unexpected, and totally brutal, weakening me drastically. How can a shorter older man be so strong and so destructive. I get on all fours, coughing, panting. I hold my gut, rubbing it in pain. I try to pull back as I watch you flex, and then out of nowhere, start peeling your shorts down... "The fuck you doing?" Between jagged breaths, choking. "Please. Maybe we can talk about it?" I try to stall, get your mind away from the fight, just enough to counter attack you again.

I notice Theo now acting and starting to destroy Alex... making him scream. What the fuck is he doing to him? This is distracting me, and every time I try to focus on the big massive mountain of muscles in front of me, my mind shifts back to those two behind. Screaming, I lunge at you, aiming my fist to your face, straight. I let every shred of fighting ethics fly out the window and its time to play dirty, if that is the only way I will take you down.

DREAM BREAKER:

The pain hits me suddenly, without any warning. I was too busy watching Max and the Austrian fight; I let my guard down and allowed Théo to carry out his treacherous plan without any difficulty. Théo knows exactly where to aim. Same spot, same groin injury. I roar like a beast and roll away from Théo’s body to tend to my battered groin, while I watch him slowly get back to his feet. Behind me, I hear Max’s screams. Is he winning, or are those cries of pain?

THE AUSTRIAN:

I see your fist coming toward me, but I'm ready. Even my cock is ready. I rediscover all those sensations of a young adult fighting, fucking, inexhaustible, undefeated. I stop your fist with my hand. I feel how weak you are now. Overwhelmed by doubt, worried about Théo's presence that you were mocking just minutes ago. The screams of the muscled piece of shit make you fear the worst, oh not for him... You're too selfish, self-absorbed. But for yourself. I break your fingers one by one. You wanted to play dirty, but that too I know how to do. Then I pull your arm back in a sharp movement that dislocates your shoulder. Your screams of pain excite me even more. But above all, the spectacle of Théo taking his revenge fills me with pleasure. I slide your pants down your ankles, revealing a muscular ass, hard as a pair of enormous pumpkins. My arm wraps around your throat and I squeeze. My bicep is at its maximum, revealing the most beautiful peak in a long time.

I let myself fall to the ground, my back against the couch. I drag you down with me in my fall. I spread my legs and pull you toward me. My rigid, glistening sword sticks against your back. I place my legs around your waist. Now you're locked in a hold that nothing can break. Your bones crack. They called me the bone breaker during my wrestling career. I rest my head on your shoulder against your ear. You smell is strong sweat, but a sweat that is that of fear. "So, comfortably seated for the show? A little snack perhaps to better appreciate the fight?" And I pull you toward me to impale you on my cock, crushing your body against my thick pecs, my bronze abs, full of desire for you, but above all a desire for vengeance against you and the bodybuilding eunuch who soon won't even be a memory anymore.

THEO MARCEAU:

I waited patiently. And when Austrian gives me his wink, my heart leaps with joy. An incredible warmth spreads through me. My cock becomes hard under my shorts. The time has come to crush this shit that stinks worse than a human turd. I slam my fist violently into the wound, between his legs, at the place where he once had his balls. His scream is inhuman; the cry of a mortally wounded beast. He rolls away from me. I slowly get up, moving every muscle in my body. Never has it been so powerful. Hours of training at St. Barth with a single obsession: destroy Alex Cava. My arm is covered with your blood. I slip out of my tank top and shorts. I am naked as the day you trapped me in this contest. I walk toward you slowly...

I grab you by the hair and drag you to the marble fireplace. You are heavy. 140kg of inert, body built shit. But I have hatred and my natural strength is unleashed. I smash your face against the marble. Once, twice, then I lose count. I am in a trance. The white stone is covered with your blood that splashes my body, leaving marks like war paint. Then I leave you. You will crawl like the snake you are. That's all you've done your whole life, crawled, crawled before Muscle Marine who made you his bitch, before those who paid you for their vicious projects. Today your whole-body stinks of the sewers, a smell that reveals your soul. I grab a fire poker and come toward you. Your cheeks are magnificent, two watermelons with a deep crack. I push the iron bar into you with a clean thrust. I feel how it tears your hole, slides into your canal, enters your lower abdomen, attacks your entrails. I hesitate to open your stomach. But I slide it up and down several times as if I were sweeping a chimney. Then I pull it out covered in blood, shit, and flesh. Your screams are music. I turn you over with a foot on your back. For the first time I see fear in your gaze that seems to waver, fade. But I'm not finished with you..

DREAM BREAKER:

I’m barely conscious as Theo smashes my face against the marble floor, turning it into a bloody pulp, while he shoves the fire poker up my ass, tearing through my body and shredding everything in its path into bloody shreds as it pierces my intestines and pushes deeper and deeper inside me. I open my mouth to scream in pain, but my voice is choked off by the stream of blood gushing from my mouth. I raise my hands to shield myself from Theo as he approaches me with a strange look on his face. I recognize that look, it’s the look of a killer. “Have mercy on me. Don’t do it!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

Things happen so fast... One second I am aiming a fist at your face, and the next I find myself trapped - viciously, and tightly trapped in a constricting hold, pulling me closer to you as your cock pushes into me, impaling me. I try to scream... first from the pain that is now radiating in my crushed fist. I look at it and see three of my digits broken, and second from the excruciating invasion of your smaller but monster cock slicing through me. I gasp, try to breathe... but there... is another issue with your arms locked around me in a crushing hug. I am scared something else might snap soon. That rib you broke earlier has now shifted and is also sending sharp pains through me. I am being ripped from every side by pain. I don't dare move, mumbling now, as you turn around with me and force me to watch as Theo destroys Alex, from the inside out. I see him make a bloody mess out of the hot bodybuilder veteran, coring him with a poker stick. I gasp... but my voice doesn't come out... I try to tight my ass around your intruding cock and I hear you laugh behind me. "P... Pl... Pl... Plea.... Please.... Stop."

THEO MARCEAU:

I shoot a glance toward Austrian. This guy will always amaze me. He has succeeded at everything in his life. He looks like a big jolly Santa Claus, or at least a Santa Claus for bodybuilders or influencer coaches. He seems so calm and peaceful. He rarely talks about his past life. But today when I see him disposing of two dangerous competitors with such brutality, I guess this isn't his first underground action, so to speak. I strike the most muscular pose in his direction. All my muscles are striated, veiny, dripping with sweat, shining as if they were oiled. My cock is hard and the first precum drips from my glans spreading its ammonia smell. I didn't know violence could excite me so much.

The other piece of shit is now just a pile of manure. I force him to his knees. He has trouble holding the position, but I keep him up by pulling his hair. I place my cock on his lips. I see his horrified gaze in the middle of the mush that has replaced his alpha Latino face. I push my sex into him. Some of his teeth, loosened by the blows, and the impacts, come off. I place my hands on his temples and hold him to prevent him from collapsing to the ground. "I know you dreamed of this, Alex. I give you your dream before completely breaking you." You begged me, but I have no pity. Because of you I had to hide. I lost more than a million followers. My career is stopped and I lost all my sponsors except Austrian.

I thrust into your throat, hitting your glottis. I feel your tongue trying to push me back. Then I fuck you, or better you fuck me, reduced to the level of a whore, humiliated in front of Max who is not in a better position. My hands push harder on your skull. I shiver with pleasure, not because of you, but because of my triumph. Everything seems possible now. I have washed away my humiliation. I feel shivers in my lower abdomen. I inhale the ambient air which is polluted by our smells of rutting males, of wounded fighters. A smell as I imagine it in the depths of an ancient arena.

At that image orgasm arrives. My juice spreads into you, flows from your lips, onto the floor. You suffocate slowly, in a series of spasms, death rattles from deep within. The pleasure is such that all my muscles are in motion gorged with blood. I see my biceps swollen from the effort. I crush the bones of your skull. Often, I would explode a watermelon like this to show my strength. Today you replace the watermelon. I let out a barbaric cry and your skull gives way spreading your blood, splattering your brain. I withdraw my face twisted by the effort and intense pleasure. I push you to the ground with a foot. Then I turn back toward Austrian my body covered with your waste, and I strike the most impressive double biceps of my life.

THE AUSTRIAN:

I watch Theo's triumph, the humiliation of that rotten piece of shit Alex. My cock hardens even more. I crush your body even more, which is nothing now, just a doormat where I wipe my feet to erase all the moments when you tried to make my life hell. The more your ex-accomplice gets demolished, the more you beg me. But Theo's body excites me. I see his future, that of a champion, who knows maybe even a future Mr. Olympia. In any case I know today that he will back down from nothing. I feel your ribs moving, adding internal pain, probably destroying your organs. Blood flows from your mouth. I press even closer against you.

I take you by the ass and lift you onto my cock. Up and down like making some bicep workout. My cock slides in your sweaty hole. I align my movements with Theo's. I feel your ass crushing my cock which makes me shiver with pleasure. At the same time I lose control and my arm deprives you of air. They say this brings additional pleasure. When Theo gives his seed, my glans drips with significant precum. Then when he finishes off that piece of shit, pushes him aside and strikes a fabulous double biceps pose, I feel my jet burst forth and fill you all the way into your entrails. I feel your body collapse, limp, as if you were a puppet. I withdraw from you, push you to the side and return the double biceps to Theo. "The honor is yours. I leave him to you for the finale."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I start thrashing in your hold, bucking, trying to break free despite the pain coursing through me. But something deep inside me start paralyzing me. As I watch in shock and horror, my body starts to convulse, tense, and ripple. Your cock in my ass punctures more than just my intestines as you shoot your load in jets. My mouth slacks open in awe at the pure display of power of the young bodybuilder the way he destroys my friend - suffocating him with his cock and massive load but also as he grabs his head and crushes it. There is no doubt that he just killed him, but I am still hopeful I could get out of this predicament alive.

But my hopes are shattered as you start filling me up, still crushing me, breaking a couple more ribs that make some more damage inside me. Blood dribbles from my mouth as it builds up in my lungs and my esophagus. Then I hear you tell the massive young stud walking towards us that I am all his. I try to struggle only to hear you laugh as you lift me off your hard pole and drop me on the floor in a heap at his feet. I look up and see a wide evil grin on his face. 'Is this my end now?' I think to myself. Resigning, I look up to him... "Do it. End it..." Almost begging him to kill me swiftly.

THEO MARCEAU:

Austrian warned me. You're treacherous, ready to do anything to achieve your ends. Lying too, arousing pity. You play the brave one," finish me off". I know you want to make me lower my guard. Convince me through your miserable state that you got what you deserved. But Austrian also told me about your misdeeds, to satisfy your taste for money and power, to obtain the body that pleased you. I take the remote control and press a button. 10 small screens appear.

10 faces of people you humiliated, whose lives or careers you ruined. They are here to witness your end. They scream with joy when they see you broken on the ground. They scream to kill you. But you are not just mine. My vengeance is theirs and they have a right to watch. One screams "cut his tongue," another "gouge his eyes," the third "cut his cock." Another still "flay him alive." You deserve all this. You deserve to no longer see, to no longer speak, to no longer fuck. I give them a hand signal. All this will happen. But it is they who will take care of it after I have satisfied my vengeance...

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see the screen light up again and as a matter of fact, all those faces show up... I know them, each and everyone who's life I have ruined and forced to change courses. Looking up at you now, I plead with you again. "Please. Have mercy. You won. You won. Don't do this." I reach out with my good hand and grab your thigh gently. It feels fucking hard like steel or marble. I look up again and see you grin as I feel your muscles under my hand ripple and then tighten instantly. I gasp, and swallow hard. My cock under me throbs violently, and my body shudders, seconds before I explode, spraying the floor with a massive load, spraying your feet too. My ass is still leaking the load of your mentor who has now taken a seat in the large couch watching what you are about to do to me...

THEO MARCEAU:

As i see your massive cum, I grab you by the hair and drag you over the puddle, to the center of the room. Then, without a word, I release my grip and back away several meters, leaning against the far wall, my cock still hard and dripping. I settle comfortably against the wall, legs spread, dominating the scene from my full height "Crawl," I thunder, . "Crawl to me like the dog you are."You try to resist, but a sharp kick aimed at you by Austrian remind you who's in command. You begin to crawl, dragging your massive body across those few meters that seem endless. "Faster," I spit, filming every second with my phone. "Show them who you really are." You finally arrive at my feet, out of breath, your face streaming with sweat . I force you to raise your head. My cock, still dripping with Alex's cum and fresh precum, slaps your face. «Lick," I order. "Lick it like the whore you are. Tell them you're my bitch." I make you repeat each word. I hold your head firmly, filming your face decomposed by shame. I murmur, looking at you with contempt. " You’re just a pile of body built shit

MUSCLE MARINE:

Out of nowhere, a kick to my hanging balls from the back sends a jolt of electricity through me, shaking me to my core as I am forced to crawl, all battered, broken and used, towards you. You mock me with every smile, breath and order you bark at me. As I get close, I have no choice but to take that wet slimy cock in my mouth and suck it clean from Alex's cum. I moan around your cock, trying maybe, to arouse you and bring you over the edge fast enough to end this humiliation - being watched by ten others, or even more, since you are streaming this. I suddenly pull off your cock... "Fucking kill. But I will never be you bitch."

THEO MARCEAU:

You still do not know your place. You refuse to admit that you are my bitch. But the footage is already on social media. The comments are exploding, the shares are piling up. Killing you would be too simple. Your end is no longer in my hands, but in the hands of those waiting for their turn. It is time to continue your punishment. Time to attack that perfect body.

I grab your wrists. Your hands. Those hands that lifted tons, that struck hundreds of opponents, are now vulnerable between my fingers. I focus on youronly remaining intact hand. "Farewell to the champion's weapons," I sneer. I start with your left pinky. I grip it firmly and bend slowly, feeling the bone resist then snap clean with a sharp crack. Your scream fills the room, muffled by my hand over your mouth. I move to the ring finger, then the middle finger, breaking each phalanx methodically, savoring each spasm of pain that runs through your body. "You... will... never... lift... again," I pronounce in rhythm with each bone that gives way.

Your hand transforms into a shapeless mass. Now both your hands are destroyed. I move to your ankles. I grab your right leg, place it across my knees, and apply twisting pressure. The ankle dislocates with a tearing sound, leaving your foot dangling at a grotesque angle. I repeat the operation on the left, reducing you definitively to crawling, unable to walk, to stand like a man. "Now everyone sees the truth. You're no longer the beautiful MuscleMarine. You're a crushed snake, a legless reptile, crawling in its own shit. And this is how you'll remain, alive, conscious/"

THE AUSTRIAN:

I watch the kid let his rage out. I have decided not to intervene. Only at the beginning, a small reminder for that arrogant creature — a kick to make him crawl. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I have been waiting for this moment for at least ten years. I have crossed paths with these two bastards many times, and nothing good ever came from it. I do not consider myself a vengeful man. But after Theo’s humiliation, after the threats against my employees to force them to resign, after the false rumors they spread everywhere, I made my decision. It was time to end this.

I did not think Theo could be this cruel. But now I am like Pontius Pilate. I set the machine in motion, and I wash my hands of the rest. I have lived through moments like this before, moments when the barbarity of men breaks loose. I even took part in some of them in my early days, when the only thing that mattered was success. I never thought I would return to that place. In any case, whatever happens now, I still have connections powerful enough to erase every trace.

MUSCLE MARINE:

 As you snap my fingers methodically, I cannot help but regain my voice and scream loudly, for a second. My whole body shivers, shaking under you. The worse is when you grab my ankle... I try to pull it out of your grip, but your hole is tight. "Please... No. Don't do that." But my pleas fall on deaf ears. My eyes go wide as you not only break my ankle, but crush it in your grip. I can now understand how Alex's skull cracked - what a fucking tight grip you got.

THEO MARCEAU:

On the screens, they're yelling at me not to hurt you too much, that they want their share. I've methodically planned what you're going through today. At night, lying on my bed, I imagined each action while masturbating, trying to erase your magnificent predatory body from my mind. Today I'm erasing it physically, but I know your sexy image will remain in my memory for a long time. It's time to end this. I look at Austrian, who nods at me. He let me do it. He knows my plan. He didn't object. I lift you up and throw you over my shoulder. You're nothing but a limp mass, dripping with various stinking miasmas. I take you to the edge of the pool.

Your ten enemies are there, in the flesh. Silent. I throw you to the ground. Four of them, the most muscular, the ones who hate you the most, pin you to the ground, arms and feet outstretched. I'm on top of you, terrifying. Austrian stayed inside, tefusing to see the cruellest part. I raise my leg and strike your biceps with all my might. The left one, the right one. I feel the steel muscles gradually give way under the force of my heels. I know how much you loved them; how much you adored them. I know how much they were feared by everyone when they gripped their prey.

Then I attack your thick cushions. God knows how much bodybuilders take care of them, how pecs are one of the muscles, along with the arms and thighs, that most fascinate their fans. I strike them with the same violence. With each blow, your body jerks. You sceam in pain. You try to struggle, but the four men holding you are too strong for your weakened body. Your muscles have burst. The skin hangs pathetically. All those years of dieting, of effort destroyed in an instant.

I approach the lit barbecue, not for a victory dinner, but to heat a steel blade white-hot. I put on a protective glove to grasp it. I approach your throat and, with a swift blow, force it down your throat for a barbaric tracheotomy that forever deprives you of speech. Your cries have died away, but you groan, half-dead, half-alive, still resisting. I return to the barbecue and take a red-hot iron. I bring it close to your still-preserved rock-hard abs. I press it against the top of your stomach. A smell of burning flesh spreads. I remove it. You will forever bear my initials etched into your skin. I throw the iron into the shower basin. I turn to the others, who impatiently await their turn to take you away.

My list of tortures was still long. To cut open your stomach, to expose your organs, to break your thighs, to deprive you of your genitals, to blind you. But Austrian forbade me to kill you. It's the others, those you humiliated and degraded, who will take care of it. They've waited for years. I don't know what they'll do to you. Perhaps they'll lock you away in a secret place to abuse you, to make you their whore, as you did to some of them. Perhaps they will use my list. Perhaps they'll take pity on you and end your suffering. But I know that if one day your body is found, it will bear eleven signatures, eleven initials, engraved in your flesh, testifying to our vengeance

THE AUSTRIAN:

I hear the screams on the terrace. The smell of burning skin reaches me. Then silence. Théo enters, covered in blood, dripping with sweat. He is magnificent. A gladiator leaving the arena; my cock hardens again. I want to possess him, but only if he desires it. He tells me it's all over. That they took you away. I get up. Grab my phone. "Urgent cleaning requested." I hang up. Soon a special team will be here to erase all further traces. I take Théo's hand. I glance at the devastated living room. "I've wanted to change the decor for a long time," I say. Then I lead him to the bathroom ….

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