The Muscle Punishment ﹠ Humiliation Society

<Daddy Karz>  Hey boy. Enjoying that story you are posting about the Jr Bodybuilders. Interested in seeing where it goes.

<Kevin Karlen>  Thank you, man. I know it’s not standard fare around here but I have gotten a few positive responses.

<Daddy Karz>  Dumb young muscleboys being dominated and abused by older nasty men. What’s not to like, ha ha.

<Kevin Karlen>  I agree Sir. It’s why I am here.

<Daddy Karz>  There should be more of it. And you should lead the way with all those big dumb muscles of yours, wouldn’t you say kid? I think you need some punishment. I think you need it real bad.

<Kevin Karlen>  And how would that happen Sir?

<Daddy Karz>  I enjoy the pro wrestling kink. You would be hired to wrestle at a private club. You think it’s legit and your opponent will be another jock in some bar. Turns out to be an S&M club and you have to wrestle big nasty Daddy Karz.

<Kevin Karlen>  Damn you are twice as old and 100 more my weight, all of it husky hairy Daddy muscle. How am I supposed to compete with that?

<Daddy Karz>  You can’t. You’re just here to suffer. Strip down barefoot in a Speedo and come out to the wrestling ring with an audience of 20 men watching as Daddy in his leathers waits in the opposite corner.

<Kevin Karlen>  I’ve been set up for sure. Near naked in just this european Speedo as my brute of an opponent is in chaps and leather vest. I look around at the audience and they are all leering at me, wolf whistles. I don’t even see a ref. Is there one?

<Daddy Karz>  Hell no. When the bell rings it’s just two men in the ring. Or in this case, one man and one muscletoy for him to play with. You know that right?

<Kevin Karlen>  You want to start it?

<Daddy Karz>  Sure thing. After you get a good look around in the center of the ring, at all the men licking their lips at your naked torso and at me in my leathers, the bell rings. I come up with a wide grin on my face and instantly grab your tits.

<Kevin Karlen>  Ah fuck, my pecs! Just out of nowhere with a double pec claw on my big proud chest! What kind of wrestling is this? I try to use my arms to pry you off but you are a lot bigger and stronger than me and I can’t get any leverage.

<Daddy Karz>  The crowd is hooting as I have muscleboy by his chest meats! I clamp in on them, isolating that muscle and making it sore. Lift you up to your toes by your giant pecs, thrashing you left and right. Ha ha boy, do you have a wrestling move to counter this?

<Kevin Karlen>  My brain is confused and my body is in pain from this illegal assault to my chest! How can you do this to me? Again i try to use my stud biceps to break this claw but there is nothing.

<Daddy Karz>  After I feel those juicy tits of yours have had enough I toss you into the ropes. Watch you try to recover.

<Kevin Karlen>  I hit the ropes and hang there. My hands cradle my injured pectorals, rubbing them softly to try to get rid of the pain. I look up and see you staring at me with that sick grin. I know I have to do something to try to fight you. I am younger and stronger!

<Daddy Karz> I march over and grab you by the neck and shoulder. Easily gaining control of the teenage bodybuilder, I march you around the ring and introduce your face to each turnbuckle. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Then walk you back to center ring and watch you drop.

<Kevin Karlen>  ARGH. I am dazed now. All these cheap shots. Weren’t we supposed to be wrestling? Cross-eyed I fall to the canvas after that tour of the turnbuckles.

<Daddy Karz> Now it’s Slamming Time. I pick you up, toss you into the east ropes, and when you bounce back I meet you center ring, pick you up and BODYSLAM. Pick you and toss you to the west ropes and do the same. Then the north. Then the south. Then as you lie there like a dumb mass of over-exercised gym muscle, I stand over you and roar WELCOME TO THE RING!

<Kevin Karlen>  I lie there center ring, arms and legs all askew. My stud bod totally useless.

 I know I have to get out of here. I roll over and try to exit the ring. 

<Daddy Karz>  I grab an ankle and place you center ring. Roll you over on your back. Then, in my steel-toed boots, jump on your pretty 6-packs.

<Kevin Karlen>  NOO!  I jacknife up, my midsection stomped without warning. That is going to hurt my core.

<Daddy Karz>  Not as much as what happens next, Muscles. I drape your arms into the ropes and begin to POUND on those sexy abs of yours, left/right. You think I didn’t notice them?

<Kevin Karlen>  I thought maybe you respected them, like all men do.

<Daddy Karz>  I’m not all men, pretty boy. I am DADDY and you are meat for my amusement  now. And those perfect cut abs of yours are gonna be REAL fun to punch up. See how much they can take.

<Kevin Karlen>  Arms tied up unable to defend myself. Just have to take whatever abuse Daddy feels is necessary.

<Daddy Karz>  Solid jabs. Upper cuts. Lower cuts. Nothing but solid closed fist assault on Mr Gym Muscles. Will all that weightlifting make you tough enough, or are you going to pussy out and beg for mercy?

<Kevin Karlen>  No I am going to be tough. I will not submit, not here in front of all these pervs who want to see nasty stuff done to my stud bod.

<Daddy Karz>  After 50 I untie you and let you drop. Then begin to kick you around the canvas and stomp on your abs.

<Kevin Karlen>  295 lb Daddy stomping on my 31” razor abs.  How am I supposed to take this? I try rolling over and cradling but those boots of yours kick me over again. And again you are driving your toe or your heel in my aching washboard abs.

<Daddy Karz>  After another 20 I step back. Watch Mr Teen Muscles try to recover. Will he do so before the next assault?

<Kevin Karlen>  I have forgotten why we are here, that this is supposed to be wrestling Now in just survivor mode. The laughs echoing in my ears.

<Daddy Karz>  I move down to your lower body and grab your right leg. So powerful! Look at those calves and quads! Wonder what they would look like twisted into a Figure 4 leg lock.

<Kevin Karlen>  I feel my leg being lifted and then - AARRGGHHHH!!!! The pain of the twisting. I start to pound the mat.

<Daddy Karz>  That feel good? Maybe it would feel even better if I applied a claw hold on that flexed quad muscle. Like a double punishment eh?

<Kevin Karlen>  NOOOOOOO!!!!  So much PAIN on my oaks! You can’t do this to me, it can’t be legal! Somebody stop him PLEASE

<Daddy Karz>  No one is coming to help you. In fact they begin to stroke their pants when they hear you shout like that. The fun is just beginning.

<Kevin Karlen>  I am close to tears as I look at the ropes and struggle to move towards them. But I know that is impossible. This brute has me and he is enjoying making me suffer.

<Daddy Karz>  OK, we had some fun with those legs. Now let’s go to the arms. Those 18” biceps you always show off must be really REALLY strong huh? Let’s see how much they can take. Start with a left shoulder lock.

<Kevin Karlen>  NO! Hanging now from my arm. No strength left to stop Daddy.

<Daddy Karz>  Ha ha, not much resistance there, Atlas. Let’s take that arm and hold it up and pivot it around.

<Kevin Karlen>  AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!   NO!!!  MERCY!!!!

<Daddy Karz>  And a claw to the biceps?

<Kevin Karlen>  I GIVE!!!  STOP!!!  NO MORE!!!!

<Daddy Karz>  I keep it on for a few more seconds, then drop it.  Let you crash to the mat.  Circle a bit. Then pick up the right arm.

<Kevin Karlen>  NO!  There is no reason why!!  You have defeated me. Why do this?

<Daddy Karz>  Did you say that aloud?

<Kevin Karlen>  Yes Sir.  “Stop, you have defeated me. Why do this Sir?”

<Daddy Karz>  Then I will answer aloud.  “Because you made that biceps 4” bigger than it needed to be, so I wanted to PUNISH you for it!”

<Kevin Karlen>  I just sob as you begin to punish me again, this time on the right arm. I have no strength in ANY of it and just hang there like musclemeat.

<Daddy Karz>  And after this I force you to stand up center ring. And I grab both of your big showpiece but totally drained biceps in a claw hold and hold you there by them.

<Kevin Karlen>  I just stand like a zombie as my pretty 18” guns are crushed and molested by Daddy.

<Daddy Karz>  I let you stand there for a bit, then force you to look me in the eye.  And say, “tell me Muscletoy which is next - your nipples or your balls?”

<Kevin Karlen>  Fuck no this can’t be real. But I am too weak to fight back. My pecs thrust up and my legs jelly. I can’t protect either.

<Daddy Karz>  I grin at you. “Worked those hooters of yours to get REAL big, didn’t you muscleboy? All you dumb jocks do. Guess you just KNOW we love toying with mantits, eh?” As I start to squeeze and thumb those bulbous pecs and nipples on you.

<Kevin Karlen>  Again on my champion pectorals. The muscle group I am so much proudest of. I should be praised for them, not punished!

<Daddy Karz>  My chest measures 51.  What is yours, Muscletoy?

<Kevin Karlen> 48 Sir.

<Daddy Karz>  So who is the REAL MAN here?

<Kevin Karlen>  ugh…. YOU are Sir

<Daddy Karz>  I lead you back to the ropes and tie your arms up. Then I begin slapping them around. Left/right, left/right

<Kevin Karlen>  Taking major PAIN on my upper body, my stud chest

<Daddy Karz>  Then those nipples. Twist and pinch right Mr Big Tits?

<Kevin Karlen>  NO NO STOP THAT.  STOP!!!!!!

<Daddy Karz>  Yeah ashamed of your Hercules tits. Ashamed they are so tender. Willing to do anything to stop the torture, won’t you?

<Kevin Karlen>  You bastard, NO.

<Daddy Karz>  OK then, let’s continue and do it harder…

<Kevin Karlen> [after 5 minutes]  No more, Sir...  I totally submit

<Daddy Karz>  And you are my muscletoy now?

<Kevin Karlen>  Yes. Just.. no more… please not there.

<Daddy Karz>  And you will do anything I say now, Mr Teen Bodybuilder?

<Kevin Karlen>  Yes, I promise!  Anything you want.  

<Daddy Karz>  Are you going to flex for me like a good little toy?

<Kevin Karlen>  NO don’t make me do that! I only get hurt when I do that!!!

<Daddy Karz>  Maybe not this time, right Mr Tits?

<Kevin Karlen>  Yes Sir.

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Published: 2026-06-28, viewed 112 times.