VILLAINS LEAGUE

Silver_Soldier: !set hp 150
@Silver_Soldier's HP is set to 150 / 150

Silver_Soldier: I have invited @Donovan_Graves to join #Soldier_and_Graves.

Silver_Soldier: I have invited @Donovan_Graves to join #Soldier_and_Graves.

Silver_Soldier: The bell above the door chimed the same way it always had. Silver Soldier stepped inside and let the smell hit him first. Chalk dust and rubber matting and the particular ghost of iron that never fully left a gym no matter how many times you mopped it down. Underneath all of that, something almost like wood polish, like his father's hands after a long Saturday shift. The combination was so completely and specifically his that it landed somewhere in his chest before his brain had even finished processing it. He exhaled slowly through his nose and looked around. Webb's Fitness and Boxing hadn't changed. That was the thing about coming home to a small town gym your father had built from nothing with his own two hands: it didn't change, because it didn't need to, because the people who loved it loved it exactly as it was. The same cracked leather on the corner heavy bag. The same motivational posters his dad had sourced from a catalog in 2003 and never saw any reason to replace. The same faded trophy shelf running along the upper portion of the far wall, catching the dusty afternoon light filtering in through the high windows. And then there was everything else on those walls. Silver let his duffle bag slide off his shoulder onto the bench by the entrance and took a slow walk along the perimeter, the way he always did when he first came back. His own face looked back at him from a dozen different angles, a dozen different years. Youth league championship photos where he was still growing into his frame, that ridiculous grin already carrying more confidence than the body behind it had yet earned.

Silver_Soldier: Then the early hero circuit press photos, right after his selection for the super serum, professionally lit and deliberately intimidating, the silver gear already becoming iconic. His catchphrases were on the walls too. His dad had printed them on proper signage and framed them between the photos like scripture. Train Like No One's Watching. Win Like Everyone Is. That one was from an interview he had done at twenty-two, half joking, and it had apparently become one of his father's personal favorites. And then the big one, the banner running the full length above the boxing ring in bold block letters that had clearly been repainted at least once since the original installation: NO ONE'S BEATING THIS BODY. Silver looked up at it for a long moment with his arms folded across his chest. He had said that at a press junket three years ago, pointing at himself exactly the way the quote deserved, and the clip had accumulated a genuinely embarrassing number of views. His publicist had called it a gift. His teammates in the League had given him approximately six months of grief over it. His father had framed it, blown it up, and put it somewhere it could be seen from every corner of the gym. Silver unfolded his arms, glanced down at the crop he was wearing, and saw the same three words printed across his chest in the same bold font. He looked back up at the banner. He looked back down at his shirt. "Yeah," he said to nobody. "Alright."

Silver_Soldier: He rolled his neck once and moved toward the center of the gym, stopping in front of the long mirror that ran the length of the free weights section. His father had installed that mirror when Silver was fifteen and going through the first real growth phase, the one where the training had started actually sticking, and Silver had spent approximately half of that year standing exactly where he was standing now. He remembered being fifteen and thinking he was getting somewhere. He remembered being eighteen and knowing it - he had been selected. He remembered twenty-three and feeling like he had cracked something open, like the body he had been building toward had finally started to arrive, even after the growth of the serum. He was twenty-eight now and the mirror didn't lie. The crop rode up above his navel, leaving the full architecture of his midsection on display, and it was the kind of thing that people on the internet routinely accused of being edited - even with his reputation. Sharp, deep cuts between each section of his abdomen, stacked and symmetrical, the kind of definition that didn't come from being lean alone but from actual density, from muscle that had been built over years and compressed into a frame that knew exactly what it was for. His arms filled the sleeveless opening of the shirt in a way that the shirt had clearly not been designed to accommodate, the fabric pulling away from his shoulders entirely, his biceps catching the overhead light and holding it.

Silver_Soldier: His left hand came up and pointed directly at his own abs, two fingers extended, the exact gesture that had made it into the clip and onto the banner above the ring. The gym was empty and silent and completely without witnesses. He held the pose for a full five seconds without any self-consciousness whatsoever. "No one," he said quietly, to the mirror, with total sincerity, "is beating this body." He dropped the pose, rolled his shoulders back, and cast a long glance over toward the weight racks lining the near wall. His eyes moved across the dumbbells in their ordered rows, tracking upward through the increments, and stopped at the top of the rack. He did the arithmetic without really meaning to. The heaviest dumbbells in his father's gym were the same ones that had been the heaviest when he was nineteen and they had genuinely challenged him at nineteen, and the number on the end of them was a number he currently used as a warm-up weight during accessory work on a light Tuesday.

Silver_Soldier: !set hp @Donovan_Graves 125
@Donovan_Graves's HP is set to 125 / 125

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: DING DING. The sound of the front doorbell went off as a newcomer entered. The towering stud had to duck a bit in the doorway and a scowl emerged on his face as he glared at the doorframe. "What a dump," Donovan muttered under his breath as he looked around. His hand ran along the front desk as he passed, rubbing the dust between his fingers then flicking it off. The newcomer stripped out of his hoodie revealing his bare broad chest and black shorts that could barely contain the tree trunk thighs. The only thing he wore besides his spotless white gym shoes and socks were a pair of black knee braces. His eyes scanned the gym and caught the back of Silver Soldier working the weights. When he walked by, he scoffed at the selection. "Pretty light weights. Wouldn't expect anything less from this dump of a town," Donovan spoke and took the second heaviest weight to start his pump.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier had no reason to be on high alert, but something in the air shifted when the door clanged. He watched as a towering force of a man came in and mocked the place - feeling a bit of heat rise up in his chest he watched as the man moved past him without a care and grabbed the weights. "Hey pal - are you aware it's after hours here?" Had he forgotten to lock the door? Or did this guy have a key - and why would his dad GIVE someone else a key without telling him. They hadn't spoken yet - but he was surprised not to find out already. He continued his workout, "I'd rather not have to worry about any interruptions while I'm here." He raised his brow and looked over at the guy - seeing if he'd recognize him or not.

Donovan_Graves: "Yes, I know how to read a clock. Is that common around here?" Donovan shot back and raised a brow as he looked down at Silver Soldier. Donovan may have only been an inch taller than the hero, but he kept his proud chin up so he was constantly looking down on others. "Interruptions? Then you better stay out of my way," Donovan spoke and finished up his set. He dumped the weights on the ground in front of the rack with a rattling crash that made the old floor boards creak.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was fuming. He was going to admonish the big guy to put his weights up - but instead he had a better idea. "You seem pretty tough big guy - not racking your weights and moaning and groaning - how about you help me out? I need a sparring partner - a tough one. How's that sound - and to make it interesting, if you give up, you'll be a nice guy and rack these weights for me? Are you tough enough?"

Donovan_Graves: Donovan had his back turned to Silver Soldier when the gauntlet was thrown. A grin almost grew on his face, but he turned back to face the hero with an unamused look and brow raised. "Are you not the towel boy to clean up around here? If you give up, well, you're going to be a good towel boy," Donovan spoke then turned to head to the ring. He rolled his shoulders, letting Silver Soldier see his back, shoulders, and lats flare out. "Some ring," Donovan said as he approached the worn ring and jumped in, rattling the very foundation of it with creaking metal.

Silver_Soldier: Good - he didn't seem to know who he was, even with all the hints. "Yeah, sure. I'm definitely going to have to clean up a few messes by the end of the night." Silver Soldier grinned as he jumped into the ring, knowing it was going to be this guy flattened all over this old ring. It had been reinforced since his hero days started, but it was the same old outer wear - his dad was a penny pincher. He wrapped up his hands and pulled out some silver gloves, tearing away his shirt he threw it in the corner.

Silver_Soldier: !rps @Donovan_Graves
Silver_Soldier challenges Donovan_Graves to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!

Silver_Soldier: !rockpaperscissors Donovan_Graves
Donovan_Graves says rock. Silver_Soldier says paper. Silver_Soldier wins!

Silver_Soldier: "Don't worry pal - I'll go easy on you." He said, rolling his shoulders back, his broad chest a monument to his provocative build - steam nearly rising from his sculpted body.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier moved in fast - but to his surprise, Donovan was fast too.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan eyed the hero as he wrapped his fists in black wraps then slipped on a pair of white gloves. THOOM!THOOM! He pounded them together and met the hero at the center of the ring to start circling each other. The first two punches came in and Donovan slipped out of the way for the first jab then suddenly rolled under for the follow up.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d7
My punch connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 144.

Donovan_Graves: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 137.

Donovan_Graves: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 128.

Donovan_Graves: THUDTHUDTHUD! Donovan's rear right came in to slam into Silver Soldier's midsection then swiveled at his hips to swing a left hook into those prominent lats followed by another cross to those meaty pecs before stepping backwards to create space. For giant like Donovan, he moved with incredible speed.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier took his licks like the pro he was, but that wasn't going to stop him. "Not bad" he huffed out before he came back inside the reach of the big guy. He could feel the pain radiating from where the hits had landed -real damage.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier swung and his fist slammed hard into his opponent - only to bounce off his guard, he tried to swing low into his midsection, looking for an opening and instead he found his fist bouncing off his guard AGAIN!

Donovan_Graves: Donovan's forearms ate each of the blows, and a grin started to grow between the cracks as he looked at Silver Soldier. "Is that all you got? I thought you needed a real opponent. Let me show you."

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch missed.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 = 14 damage. HP down to 114.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 8 = 10 damage. HP down to 104.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 97.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 90.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan applied heavy pressure on Silver Soldier with a nonstop barrage at those massive forearms for nearly a full minute while he maneuvered the hero around the ring. He had been slowly corralling the hero right into a corner where Donovan finally cracked his guard open with a vicious right hook to arms. His right cross slammed into the hero's face to flatten it beneath his glove and pin him in the corner. Instead of changing the attacks, he swung a second, third, and then a fourth cross into the hero's stunned face. His left hand came up to grab the hero by the back of his head to keep Silvers head up. "Did you just ask me to get in the ring with you so I could kick your ass? All these hick towns are all the same. Just a bunch of nobodies wanting to be beneath my boot. Come on. I'll give you a shot right here," Donovan said and tapped his own chin with his glove.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was getting ROCKED - his big muscled body felt like a kite in a windstorm as his opponent slammed fist after fist into him. But to make it worse, he mocked the hero, and Silver Soldier's eyes saw red.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: He shot a fist for that cocky face, but it was dodged and he felt incredibly open, arm outstretched.

Donovan_Graves: "I'm standing right here and you can't even hit me," Donovan chuckled under his breath.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 4 = 6 damage. HP down to 84.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch missed.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 8 + ☒ 8 = 16 damage. HP down to 68.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 8 + ☒ 3 = 11 damage. HP down to 57.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 50.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: With the hero's arm outstretched past his head, Donovan shoveled a right upper then a hook into the exposed side to rattle Silver Soldier's bones. When he pulled his right fist back, he swiveled quick to slam a right hook into the hero's jaw with such force that he had him turned around over the corner post. "Already giving up, huh?" Donovan taunted as he stepped in closer, and flexed his bulge. His cock tented in his shorts and swung up to slam between Silver Soldier's legs. "We will get to that in a bit, towel boy," Donovan promised and took the hero by his hair to drag him back to the center of the ring.

Silver_Soldier: !heal
You recover ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP up to 58.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's body was being demolished , and while he felt a sudden surge of resolve, being grabbed by the hair quickly eliminated that energy - and instead he swung blind. His big muscled arm flew into the air and whiffed - menacingly he looked up into his opponent's face, his body sagging and the big man seeming even bigger. He had felt his cock - "BIG man..." was all he could think. He couldn't go down...not like this - he just had to fight. He gasped for air as sweat dripped down his carved frame.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 3 = 10 damage. HP down to 48.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 42.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch missed.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch missed.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 4 + ☒ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 33.

Donovan_Graves: With the hero's hair still in his hand, he pulled Silver Soldier in and dragged his face against his sweaty pecs then shoved him up to his feet. BOOM! His jab followed after the hero to smash into his jaw followed by another brutal cross between the eyes. At least the hero had some sense to raise his guard and block the onslaught of hooks that followed. It's too bad Silver couldn't stop the uppercut right into his solar plexus. When he was done, Donovan spread his arms out and turned up his chin as he looked down on the hero. "I'm waiting."

Silver_Soldier: The hero found his guard going up on autopilot. His body still wracked by the blows until he could find an opening, but his opponent was more than happy to give him one. Silver spat on the mat as he was given his opening.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 2d7
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier: He reared back, big bicep bulging as he swung high - wanting to knock that cocky, condescending smirk off his opponents face - only to find his fist flying into empty air - time seemed to slow down as he realized just how completely open his body was - he was about to experience hell and he knew it...

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 8 = 13 damage. HP down to 20.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch missed.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 = 11 damage. HP down to 9.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 4 + ☒ 1 = 5 damage. HP down to 4.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 8 + ☒ 6 = 14 damage. HP down to -10.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 6 + ☒ 7 = 13 damage. HP down to -23.

Donovan_Graves: !punch 2d8
My punch connected and did ☒ 8 + ☒ 7 = 15 damage. HP down to -38.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan's head turned to look at Silver Soldier's shining glove sail past his head. When he turned his head back toward's the hero, his right fist came swinging back up to crack the hero across the jaw. Donovan would have taken his head off with the follow up left hook if Silver Soldier hadn't already started to drop from the last blow. No matter. His right uppercut slammed under the hero's chin to straighten him out and send him towards the ropes. When he bounced off of them, Donovan just extended his left fist to shove into Silver's face and hold him in place. He flexed his right bicep in the air then pumped it down and wound up for three brutal uppercuts into the hero's midsection that took him off his feet with each resounding impact. On the finally blow, Donovan released the hero's face to let him fall between Donovan's legs.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's head was rocked - slammed so hard he felt a tooth fly out of his mouth - only to just get rocked straight back to his feet by an unmerciful slam back into his chin. His big back slammed the ropes and sent him bouncing over himself, feet uncoordinated a he fell back towards the big bully and he was held up by his face. That's when he felt it - WHOOOOOM WHOOOOOOOOOM THOOOOOOOM! 3 ramrod hypertrain blows into his midsection , caving his insides as he spat into his opponent's glove. His feet left the ground as he was hit and on the last hit, he slumped forward, knees slamming into the canvas, rolling head finally stopping it's spinning around his neck as his face buried into the crotch in front of him, breathing deeply. He moaned and whimpered..."nngghh" against the heavy cock and balls. In his home town , home gym, hell - his home - he had been obliterated. Dominated. Beaten.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan tilted his head to the side as he looked down at the hero. "We haven't even finished the round, and you're already out," he stated as he took a few steps forward. With the hero on his knees, Donovan forced Silver Soldier to bend backward as he stepped over him and trapped the hero's head between those massive thighs. "I should just crush you right now," Donovan contemplated and thought about how easy Silver Soldier's head would be crushed like a watermelon. "Put you out of your misery. Would you like that? No, that would be too easy for you," Donovan said as he started to slowly flex his thighs around Silver Soldier's head with the remaining seconds left on the clock. Lucky for Silver Soldier, the bell went off for the end of the round, and Donovan relaxed his thighs, but still held the hero's head between them. "Open up your mouth wider and take my nuts into your mouth," Donovan ordered with one warning flex.

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier: His bully walked forward - Silver on his knees could only arch back as Donovan pushed himself over him and into him - his heavy package against his face while his big thighs wrapped around the hero's head. His gloved hands came up to the sides of his opponent's legs, trying to regain some control, some balance - but that was lost the second his skull was given a warning by massive thighs - thighs threatening to pop his brains out. Pain sizzled throughout of his body. The hero found his resolve fleeing, his ego shattering. His mouth opened wider, even as the rest of his face contorted in disgust and he felt the big nuts enter his mouth.

Donovan_Graves: "I was told that you were going to be a challenge," Donovan revealed. "They said that the great Silver Soldier was supposed to be a force of justice. All I found was a crumpled up Tin Man that couldn't even land one blow. You must really wanted to be my towel boy then. I wonder what they will think when they find out that the great Silver Soldier is just a nut guzzling fake," Donovan spoke and raised his arms to flex over the trapped hero. He could barely make eye contact with the hero with Donovan's bulge blocking most of the view. "Go ahead. I won't tell anyone. Take your useless dick out and jerk it. I know you want to. You should be thanking me for being so merciful instead of splattering your brains all over this deadbeat town."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier let the words sink in - he had been set up. Hook, line, sinker - he'd been completely ruined. His mouth played with the nuts between the cloth and his tongue, moving the big jugs of man milk around. He could feel as the big man brought up his arms, being flexed over, and forced on his nuts - he couldn't help it. He followed his orders. Reaching down he fished out his hard cock, throbbing past his shorts, and he began to jerk himself. Moaning. Whimpering. His deep voice riddled with quivers that begged for mercy.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan cracked a grin as he heard the pathetic sounds of Silver jerking himself off behind him. "Is that all you use your gloves for? A cock sleeve? No wonder you couldn't even land a blow on me. How could you when you're up against perfection?" Donovan gloated. After a minute or two, he finally took a step back and looked down at the hero on his knees before him. "You couldn't even last three minutes in the ring with me. I should put you out of your misery. What do you think? Or are you going to prove to me that your mouth can make up for you being a sorry excuse for a hero by choking on my dick?"

Silver_Soldier: "Y-you destroyedd..mmee..howw?? Silver..who..are you??" He whimpered. He looked up. "I give - I didn't-" He was interrupted as he winced , painful aftershocks from his beating flooding his body until he caught his breath. He let his body sag backwards, eyes locked on his larger, dominant opponent. "Couldn't fight -back..."

Donovan_Graves: Donovan shook his head as he took Silver Soldier by his hair and dragged his face up against his thighs, balls, cock, abs, and pecs to pull him up to his feet. A wicked grin grew on his feet as he shot his knee up between Silver Soldier's legs to crush his balls. "How? You were so easy to destroy. It was impossible for me to lose against an absolute fake like you," Donovan taunted as he growled in Silver Soldier's ear. "Because you are nobody compared to me. You're nothing but a punching bag to me. You like that? You can't even stop jerking yourself off. Keep jerking yourself off."

Donovan_Graves: !damage 10d20
You take ☒ 15 + ☒ 11 + ☒ 11 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 17 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 5 = 79 damage. HP down to -117.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan brought his gloves up and started to work Silver Soldier's whimpering face, flattening it with a nonstop barrage of jabs and crosses that kept his head nodding before adding in several hooks and uppercuts. The body blows to his chest, and the abs came next in blows that sent shockwaves into the muscles. Donovan was chopping down the great tree with alternating hooks into the hero's side before switching back to uppercuts again to the hero's midsection. Donovan shoved his left glove into the hero's face again and wound up another powerful right that slammed under the hero's chin to send him flying out to crash against the wall of motivational words.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier groaned as he was pulled to his feet - his big tired muscled body couldn't take it - and he needed to pass out - instead, he was SWIFTly awoken by a harsh knee into his nuts, crushing them against his pelvis. He folded up and forward, mouth stretched open in a silent scream as the villain whispered in his ear - whispered for him to jack his cock. His gloves complied and soon enough the hero was pulling on his cock, mind crumbling at his new circumstance - being forced to pleasure himself to his own pain. And his nuts and cock loved it. "YES!"

Silver_Soldier: Then the villain stepped it up and began to obliterate the hero's body - all while , Silver Soldier could feel the growing need to be a pain slut - to let the pain harden his cock, to enjoy being destroyed. He was being made into Donovan's bitch as he whimpered and grunted, "UNGH HGNN AAGH OHH FUCCKK" - each hit causing him to pull harder, faster. He was a bitch - in his dad's own gym - he was being ruined. Then he got slammed so hard he was knocked out of the ring, splatting into a poster covered wall. He landed on the ground with a thud. Slowly his arms went to lift him off the ground, until he remembered - he should be jacking his cock to his own defeat - that's what he really wanted. So he slid his gloves down and began to thrust his pained body into his gloves, his cock leaking.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan stepped out of his shorts and followed Silver Soldier out of the ring. Another grin cracked on his face at the sight of the hero continuing to jerk himself off. A shadow was soon cast over Silver Soldier as Donovan's massive cock blocked out the overhead lighting. "Open up," Donovan ordered and reached down to take the hero by the side of his head, tilting his head back and sliding the jaw aching head into his mouth then with a sudden thrust right down into his throat.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier tried to maintain something like composure - but the second that behemoth cock slammed into his mouth he was lost. He began to choke immediately, his eyes tearing up and pouring from the sides, down his cheeks, his once pumping gloves met the thighs of the villain in futile attempts to make room for him, for his lungs, as he was plunged deeply - the scenet overwhelming him still caused moans as his nostrils flared, everything flexing around the mighty cock

Donovan_Graves: "Not bad. I knew you must be good for something," Donovan taunted and took the hero's hands to place them around his waist so Silver Soldier could feel Donovan's muscular cheeks pumping forward with each thrust. "You're a natural cock sucker," Donovan hummed and slammed forward to pin the hero's head against the wall. A web of cracks exploded behind Silver Soldier's head and the remaining placards and frames began to rattle. It wouldn't be long until they started to fall from the wall and shatter around them from Donovan's demoltion.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier could feel the unworldly power behind the thrusts that slammed his skull into the wall - knocking down his temple of accolades and accomplishments. He began to feel his own cock pulsing in response, so deeply turned on by the power being drilled into him, how pathetic it made him feel and worthless. He sucked harder, looking up at Donovan, spittle drooling the sides of his mouth as his lips stretched on the relentless cock. Throat repeatedly plunged and forced to stretch wide only to snap back as Donovan fucked his face, hair covered in the cracked plaster of the wall.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan took the hero's head between both gloves and started to pull him forward with every pumping thrust down the hero's throat. "You make a much better cock sleeve than you do a hero," he complimented the hero. "This is where you say thank you," Donovan ordered as he tilted the hero's head up just enough to make eye contact. Not like he would be able to with Donovan relentlessly thrusting every inch of himself down his throat. After several more minutes, Donovan's bull balls were pulling up against the hero's chin and suddenly his throat was being filled with a honey thick cum that overflowed from the corners of Silver Soldier's mouth and nose.

Silver_Soldier: Instead of a heartfelt "thank you" the hero began to weep on the villain's cock. And he sucked harder. The thrusting was nonstop - more than the hero could have handled, his mouth felt like it was going to tear open and his jaw felt dislocated as the might meat hammer slammed back inside of him over and over and over - until those heavy nuts pulled up into his chiseled battered jaw and a torrent of cum spewed into his guts - painting him, drooling inside of him while his mouth spewed what was possible in the airtight space between his lips and Donovan's massive meat - his nose however, blew rivers down his face, onot Donovan's cock - only to be pushed back inside of his mouth - and dribbled down his chin and onto his body. His own cock began to spew in response, the hero making shrieking delirious noises while stuffed with cock.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan finally started to take a step back while holding onto Silver Soldier's head until his still spewing cock popped out of his mouth. "Swallow," Donovan ordered, and pulled the hero forward to slide every inch back down his throat, then pulled out completely. "Good hole," Donovan raised his chin and looked down at the hero with a smug grin. The entire wall behind the hero was now bare of any accolades that were once hanging. The spot where Silver Soldier had been trapped had cratered behind him from the relentless thrusts. Donovan's hand came back down to grab onto the broken hero's hair, dragging him out of the rubble and back towards the ring. "Ready for more, hero? Pfft no you're no hero. Punching bag. Hole. Silver Slut."

Silver_Soldier: For the briefest moment of mercy the hero's mouth was unplugged, only for him to drool loads of cum down his chin. That was quickly plugged as his bully slammed his cock back down his gullet and refilled slowly, tasting the pulsing cock, every ridge and vein. He sputtered again, mid breath and cum shot from his flared nose. The fighter looked down at him with contempt, "Good hole," then grinned. The grin was enough to make Silver Soldier weep - and get harder. Silver Soldier just hung on his dominator's cock until he was pulled up, dragged by his hair. More cum drooled, leaving a trail, "breadcums" from his last humiliation to his next. He tried to protest, moaning and sniveling like a depraved wimp, his feet hadn't even been walking him, more like stumbling as Donovan used his hair like a leash. "n-noo..please..no moree.." His heightened durability -usually combined with enhanced strength and unbeatable combat skills, which had just been made into a joke - was a liability for the hero. He was enduring this punishment far too well despite how weak and useless he was.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: "No?" Donovan hauled the hero up to slump on his feet then his hand came to clamp around Silver Soldier's throat. The bicep in beneath Silver Soldier's eyes didn't even seem to swell when Donovan lifted the defeated hero off of his feet and into the air. With a raised brow, Donovan turned Silver Soldier from side to side as if he were appraising a piece of meat. That's all Silver Soldier was to him. SMACK! Donovan's other hand came up to whip Silver Soldier's face to the side then the backhand whipped back for another SMACK! "Alright, I'll stop if you can submit and tell me how much you don't want me to fuck you," Donovan bargained. SMACK! SMACK! "But with how hard your throbbing pathetic little dick is, I bet you're going to cum before you can even do that." SMACK! SMACK!

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier couldn't believe the force in front of him, lifted off his feet more blood rushed to his cock and he moaned loudly at the display of dominance. "Ple- SMACK! - Silver couldn't even speak, his feet kicking as Donovan began to smack him like a bitch. Over and over. Silver Soldier tried to get it out - "NOONNGGH DON'TT *SMACK SMACK* FUCCK *SMACKK* MUUNNGGHHNNGGH!" And it was all too late, the hero's cock began to spew, rope after submission laden rope - his twitching body on full display as muscles flexed and twitched from the unspeakable pleasure of being dominated.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan looked down at the mess Silver Soldier had made and pulled him down to finally let his feet touch the ground. He still kept a firm grip on his throat as he dragged the hero's face along his sweaty cum soaked body. "Clean it up and ask for more, slut. I know you want it. Submit and I might even let you live," Donovan offered and flexed his body to practically punch the hero in the face with his pecs.

Silver_Soldier: Silver blubbered incoherently as Donovan surveyed his mess. Pulled into the bully's body he savored the scent. He began to lick at the muscle as he followed orders. "I giveee...pleasee - I submitt to you...uh..sir?" He didn't know what to call him, but he couldn't help being more turned on now than before. His bulging pecs slammed Silver int the face multiple times, grunting, as he licked the warrior clean.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves:

Donovan_Graves: After a few minutes of Silver Soldier licking him clean, Donovan lifted Silver Soldier over his shoulder in a fireman carry like a hunter carrying out his prize. SMACK! His glove slammed into one of Silver Soldier's cheeks as he continued to walk to the ring. Donovan took hold of the top rope then vaulted over with the two of them. Their combined weight landing at once made the entire ring shake and groan. Donovan lifted the hero up and slammed him down into the center of the ring. To stop him from bouncing, Donovan's foot came down to pin the hero's face down onto the mat. "Get your ass ready. If you try to run out of here, the last thing you are going to feel is my foot slamming into the back of your head to splatter your brains all over this gym. Got it?" Donovan promised and lifted his foot to leave the ring. He headed over to Silver Soldier's duffle bag, ripping it open and rummaging through the contents. Photographs of Silver Soldier went flying into the air.

Silver_Soldier: Silver's body hung heavy over Donovan, but he could tell that his added weight meant nothing to the big man. Even moreso apparent as they leapt into the ring. Silver's big muscled body slammed into the canvas suddenly and he let out a pitiful yelp. The side of his face was quickly covered by the other man's big foot. He nodded in agreement as the threat was made clear. Slowly, the hero pulled his knees up towards his chest, feeling his ass cheeks open and kiss the air. The sensation sent a wave of humiliation through the hero as he blubbered, only to push his ass up higher. His cock seemed to love the response. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something from the other man - but it was hard to tell - he could feel his vulnerable tightness on full offer however, and he moaned. He began to sputter - "Please..don't fuck mee...I can't handle it...You're big - your big.... it's too much..."

Donovan_Graves: Donovan shook the ring as he vaulted over again. He returned to the hero with a reinforced jump rope in hand that he had pulled from the hero's duffle bag. It looped around Silver Soldier's neck to lift his head off the ground then wrapped around his arms to pin them to his body. Donovan manauvered Silver Soldier like the cum pig that he was and had him restrained within the minute. "Too big? That's not what you're dad said," Donovan chuckled under his breath and smacked his dick between the hero's exposed ass. "It is a shame that this dump doesn't have any cameras in here. I wanted to livestream your defeat. Oh well. At least I got this," Donovan spoke as he took Silver Soldier by the rope that restrained him to manhandle him off the ground to see the phone Donovan was holding. On the screen, Donovan was looking into the camera. His sweaty god like body flexing with each thrusting motion. The camera was soon set down to the side and Silver Soldier's dad could be seen bent over the office desk getting plowed. "Like father like son, huh?"

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier recognized the rope - an extra large one he'd been given for his workouts, for charity work or in the community - now used to tie him up. His face lit up in confusion as Donovan mentioned his dad. He watched the screen, seeing the dominant figure that had him now on screen and then seeing his drooling, disheveled father bent over and begging like a mad man. His dad was screaming in pain, but somehow, it was clear he wanted it, even if he was being split in two - "OH YESS DONOVANNN YOU'LL BEE THE DADDY NOW YESS DONOVANNN FUCCKK ME IN HALLFFF - MY BITCH BOY DOESN'T STAND A CHANCEE - RUINN HIMMM - " The video stopped and Silver wailed - "Ohh fucckk..noo -- my dad? Don-Donovan...you...aww - ohh you're too much...please...don't do this!" He said, his voice helplessly straining.

Donovan_Graves: "Don't do what? Don't fuck this ass? But look how much you are shaking your ass in the air for me," Donovan picked the hero up like a suit case off the ground and carried him over to the corner. Donovan shoved the hero up against it with those meaty pecs pressed into the corner post, kicking his legs apart to present that hole, and smacking those round cheeks with both hands. Donovan spread the hero open and was already lining his dick up. "Say Daddy," Donovan grunted and slammed the head of his hero breaking cock into Silver Soldier's hole.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's chin hung over the corner post, his pecs pressing into it - compressed and pushing against the hard metal of the ring. His neck and back awkwardly aligned as Donovan did what he wanted with the hero's broken body. His ass bounced as it was slapped, a warning shot before Donovan lined up. He was massive. So big. Silver Soldier squirmed, "N-NO-NO WAYY!" But Donovan had too much resolve - he knew who Silver's new daddy was as his cock RAMMED into Silver Soldier's tight hole! "AAAAAAAAAAAAIIGHGHH" The hero's eyes crossed as his tongue flopped out of his mouth, neck straining for the ceiling as if he could pull himself away from that monster cock - "AAAWW AHH OOHH FUUCCK NO MOREE PLEASEE I GIVEE I GIVEEEE"

Donovan_Graves: "No, more? You really are a slut. Alright then," Donovan said as he took the hero by the rope that bound him and yanked the hero backwards. Several more inches of his battering ram slammed into the hero. This was the perfect angle for Donvoan to slam right up against the hero's prostate over and over as he rolled his hips. Donovan ignored Silver Soldier's pleas as he sunk deeper into the hero. He wanted to make sure that the hero could feel every inch of his meat, every thick vein, and throbbing precum that filled his insides. "Like a glove," Donovan finally said into Silver Soldier's ear as their hips met each other. "Beg Daddy to fuck you or i'll flex my dick so hard that you'll be split in two," Donovan promised.

Silver_Soldier: Donovan pulled Silver back, forcing the hero's restrained body to arch in perfect unison with Donovan's cock. He took in more of the commanding conqueror and felt his insides make room. BAM BAM BAM - slams of pleasure the likes Silver neve thought possible hitched the hero's screams with loud moans. Soon Donovan was finding a rhythm and Silver Soldier was unable to keep from needing it. The piston cock had so much raw power, Silver Soldier demanded his insides squeeze as much of it as they could, he couldn't help himself. This was more than he could have ever wielded. He heard Donovan's demands and he craved compliance, servitude. "OHH YESS FUCCK MEE FUCCK MEEE OOH FUCCK MY ASSS" Again, his cock shot, another load of defeat at the dominant Donovan.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan lifted the hero off of the corner post and slammed Silver Soldier into the now dented post several times. "I didn't hear you say, Daddy. You really are just a stupid slut, aren't you?" Donovan seethed. He peeled the hero away from the post, arm flexed as he held the hero up with one hand by the restraints. CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!CLAP! Donovan was practically jerking himself off as he slammed the hero down to meet his thrusts.

Silver_Soldier: "UNNNGH OOHH FUUNNGGH" Silver Soldier's big body slammed into the corner over and over as he was admonished. And none of this slowed Donovan down - "D-D-DAAADDYYY" The hero cried out in his father's gym, where he trained. He couldn't get out much, but he tried as he knew he couldn't handle the anger too much..."DADDYY OOHH FUUCCKKK MYY SILLVER NNGGH SLUTT ASSS OOH FUCCK MEE !! DADDDDDY YEsSSSss" He cried out - his chute refused to loosen up, instead gripping harder onto Donovan's cock, resulting in more pain for the hero, but his body craved it. He was fully hard again, being used and abused. He felt like he could pass out as his body jiggled in its confines, his pecs bouncing up and down in tandem with the unbelievable force of Donovan's fucking.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan shoved the hero to bend over the corner post again as he plowed his ass. The sound of Silver Soldier's ass cheeks squelching and clapping mixed in with those pitiful pleas. For next several minutes, Donovan kept up his rhythm. Every so often, he would thrust in deep into Silver Soldier that the force from the thrust made then entire ring groan. He finally pulled away from the corner post to start flipping the hero over onto his back to lay him out ontop of the ropes. Donovan finally came into view wearing the hero's suit. The seams were already being stretched to their limits as it tried to hold onto Donovan's larger sweaty body. "You won't be needing this suit anymore. After I dump this first load, I'll give you your new uniform," Donovan grunted and slammed hard into Silver Soldier's ass with the sound of more fabric tearing from the suit.

Silver_Soldier: Silver was bent back over and this time, as every thrust slammed into him, the "No one's beating this body" banner came into view, over and over as he was fucked. He was being beaten every which way - but the the banner passed in and out of his eyeline with each jump. NO ONE'S BEATING THIS BODY. THRUST. NO ONE'S BEATING THIS BODY. THRUST. Donovan was a machine, and the mechanical output of his constant ramming had the hero's cock spewing AGAIN. "I CAN'T STOPPPP NOO DADDDY PLEASSEE CAN'T STOOPP" - And he did? Only to flip him over - to see Donovan in his suit. "Oohhhh OHHHHH!" He cried out as he watched the seams struggling to contain the bigger man - Now facing the stud, Silver Soldier began to whimper, stood over while tied up and he heaved, his body writhing towards Donovan's hips, needing it. Begging for it. "OHH YESSS FUCCK MEE RUINN MEE NOO MOREE LEGACCYY" His face contorted as he licked the sides of his face in sexual frenzy. "WANNAA TASTEEE MYY DADDDYY"

Donovan_Graves: For the next hour, Donovan plowed Silver Soldier relentlessly. Bouncing him on the ropes, pile driving into him, Silver Soldier on his knees, carrying him by his harness to fuck him in midair. Donovan kept the former hero squirting nonstop. Finally Donovan was sitting up against one of the many dented corner posts that creaked with every movement with Silver Soldier on top of him. "Ride me, slut. Show me how much of a cock sleeve you are and milk Daddy's load," Donovan ordered as he rested his arms on the middle rope.

Silver_Soldier: "OHH CAN'T STOPPP DADDYY DICCKK NEEDD DICCKK YOURR COCCK!" Silver Soldier seemed mentally obliterated, drooling and spitting, sweat and covered in his own cum, his constant shooting had been unfathomable. His cock was desperate for a break, but he couldn't make himself stop - and the man he served was relentless. Endless. Unbreakable. Silver Soldier followed his orders, riding up and down Donovan's cock, forching his ass to rise as far as possible before slamming himself down, he wanted to use his arms to pull down, but all he had was gravity - still, he forced himself down the length of Donovan's cock all while his face gnawed at the air, the pain a constant now that ebbed and flowed - sometimes much more than others. His regeneration had taken on a new life, in order to do as Donovan wished. His body arched and his pecs pushed into the air, FOOOM - he slammed himself down, "TRYINGGG TOO GETTT YOUUUR SEEEEED SIIRR I WANNTT ITT IN MEEE!"

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan leaned back against the corner post with an unamused look on his face as he continued to look down on the hero. After a few minutes, Donovan took the hero by his harness and flexed his body. Larger tears formed along the seams of the hero's suit. The beacon of hope tearing at the seams as Donovan's body seemed to swell with power. "Useless. You can't even ride me properly. Like this." PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP! Donovan scowled as he slammed the hero down over and over onto his lap until he was finally starting to throb. The beast inside swelled and stretched the hero to new limits then started to dump that honey thick hot seed deep into Silver Soldier's broken body.

Silver_Soldier: "Nnnooo I can..I cannn" Silver Soldier whimpered as he watched his suit shred from Donovan's superior body - and then he was slammed down over and over in a powerful display, his body wrenching so fast up and down that he thought his head was going to fly off, his spine cracking and then he felt the beast deep inside of him throb. Swell. The huge lob of cum that built up was the first thing he felt travelling along his insides before he was being blasted by heavy and searing hot man juice - "AAWWW OHH FUUCCKK OOH SHIIITTT MYY INSIDEESS OHHH OOH YESS!" He felt his own cock blast again - though a meaningless display in comparison - and any grip his insides tried to hold against Donovan's cock were batted away as the piston thrummed inside of Silver Soldier. "AWWW FUCCKKKINGG YESSS DADDDYY DNNAAAA FILL MEEE SPIILL INSIDEE MEEE MY DOMM DONOOVANNN YESS!"

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: "Look at you. So desperate for my load. Bet you wished you could even absorb and ounce of my power. You're only good for being a hole," Donovna grunted as he contineud to dump hot loads of cum into Silver Soldier's expanding stomach. By the time Donovan finished dumping that load inside of Silver Slut, the rest of the suit was in tatters falling away from Donovan's superior body. Donovan slipped out a large black permant marker he found in Silver Soldier's duffle bag and began to draw on Silver Soldier's body. "PROPERTY OF DONOVAN" was the first thing he wrong across Silver Slut's broad chest. He took the jump rope and snapped it in one hand then began to draw a target on the bloated cum filled stretched abs.

Silver_Soldier: Globs of cum painted the ruined hero's insides as he watched Donovan's body tear through his suit, in the throes of complete obedient subjugation. "AAGGHH GOODD YESS NNGGHH FUCCKK YESS DONOOVANN FUCCKK mee fuuuuuuugghhhkk meee" Against his own desires, his mind was wearing out, twitching from overloaded pleasure as he shook on Donovan's cock. He felt the rope pull free from his body and his big arms hung at his sides, flopping. He didn't know what was happening, but could feel the marker on his body...."ohhh fucckk..yourr cumm sackkk...my gutssss..."

Donovan_Graves: "PUNCH ME" Plastered on his forehead. "CHOKE ME" wrapped around his neck. "CUM SACK" at the bottom of Silver Slut's cum filled belly. Donovan let the broken hero continue to bounce on his dick while he wrote all over his body. "USELESS" "WIMP" "DONOVAN'S FAG" "FAKE MUSCLES" When Donovan was finally satisfied with his work, he placed the marker behind his ear then stood up with his new toy. He wrapped his arm around the hero's throat and pulled the hero off of his shaft with wet SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLCK! "Useless," Donovan scoffed and threw Silver Slut into the rack of weights, shattering several mirrors behind him. The force rattled all the way up the side of the building leaving a giant crack. The banner above slowly began to descend after it's hooks were loosened from the wall. "No ones beating this body," Donovan shook his head as he followed his cum filled toy out of the ring and took the banner in his hand. Taking the marker, he wrote over it in broad letters that ready "DONOVAN'S FUCKING THIS BODY" then threw it onto the down hero.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier watched as Donovan moved the marker behind his ear - then pulled him up and off of his cock. Silver instinctively tightened and after a loud splash and hot cum ran down his legs, he managed to hold Donovan's seed inside. Then his body, useless body, went sailing into the weight rack and cracked the wall...the crash was loud and audible. He rolled onto his back just as Donovan was grabbing at the banner and writing on it. It flopped on top of Silver Soldier's twitching body..."Nnngghh yeeannnghh unnggh...fuckkedd...nngghh ohohhhh..." His cock still hard now pushing into the banner.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan reached down to grab the hero by his throat while he was still wrapped up underneath the banner to drag him over to one of the mirrors he had not ruined. "Look at yourself," Donovan threw him onto his knees before the cracekd mirror. "Flex your useless muscles. You actually thought you could compete against me. That you could challenge me?" Donovan degraded the former hero then shoved his foot into Silver Soldier's back to force him to bow forward. "I said get up and flex your useless muscles you worm."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier grunted as he was lifted and then stumbled with no coordination to his knees - "Unngghh..." Head bowed low as he heard the demands. "I'm...I-I didn't know!" Silver Soldier's back was kicked and he bowed forward. He pushed against the ground to get up, he began to sob, tears streaming down his face as his muscles struggled, he managed to get up on one knee, his entire upper torso was swaying erratically - drunkenly in pain. He pushed up against the ground with both feet and stumbled around, thick muscle on full ruined display, "Oohhh I can'tt...nngghh.." He lifted his arms to flex them only for the exhausted hero's big pride and joy canons to flop back to his side. He tried again, a pathetic display as his cock throbbed at the image of his completely wrecked facade.

Donovan_Graves: With the hero stumbling around on his feet, Donovan stepped away only to return with Silver Soldier's journal in hand. "Looked good today. Couldn't help but flex for my fans," Donovan read from one of the pages then RIIIIIIIIP tore it free from the journal and shoved it into Silver Soldier's drooling mouth. "Pathetic. You can't even lift your arms. What were you doing? Just pumping air into this biceps?" Donovan's words stabbed into the husk of a hero. "These are arms," Donovan said as he lifted his bicep and trapped Silver Slut's head against the bicep that began to crush his face.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier had written that last week - in his journal...he realized what Donovan had access to. His swaying body took the page into his gullet as he spit and spattered - but too quickly he was forced to chew on the pages as Donovan wrapped his massive arm around the hero. His big balloon muscles stood no chance against a real man like Donovan. Donovan's arm lifted and wrapped around his face, Silver saw it in the mirror before the big muscle blocked his vision. He flailed there, weakly slapping against Donovan, clearly pleading in his muffled and helpless voice - a new bitched affect he'd taken on in the presence of Donovan, a clear sign of his total comeuppance as his once baritone thrum had been turned into a pleading whine. His lips pressed into the bicep and he couldn't help but get a taste of them even as they were on the verge of cracking his teeth and breaking his nose.

Silver_Soldier: His massive "unbeatable" body squirmed in discomfort as his face crunched, desperately writhing and wriggling.

Silver_Soldier: He brought his trained arms up to Donovan's forearm to pull it away. His fingers clawed across the peak of Donovan's bicep, all five of them digging in with everything remaining in his grip, his forearm shaking visibly with the effort, the muscles of his own arm standing out in sharp relief against the effort of trying to move something that simply was not going to move. Nothing happened. The bicep absorbed the pressure without movement, without any structural response at all, sitting under his hands with dense permanence. The muscle was extraordinary. His hands knew it with a directness that bypassed every layer of ego and identity and carefully constructed self-image, knew it the way hands know temperature or texture, as plain physical fact. He had touched serious muscle his entire adult life, had built serious muscle, had understood himself to be the authority on the subject from both the inside and the outside of the experience. Or so he had thought. His hands were currently informing him that he had not known what he was talking about. The bicep under his palms was the real version of a thing he had been holding a very convincing copy of. Every session, every set, every rep completed at the absolute edge of his capacity, all of it had built something that Silver had believed was the summit, except, now, understanding was a lower elevation entirely, a place from which the actual summit was not even fully visible. His fingers moved across the peak of the muscle and registered its dimensions with a helpless thoroughness and his mind warped trying to close the distance between what his hands were telling him and the story he had been telling himself for years. He was in shock. Donovan was a real man. Silver Soldier had been performing his whole life, and he was just aware of it now.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan raised his arm higher, lifting Silver Slut off of his feet once more before finally relaxing the pose to let Silver fall back to his unsteady feet. Unamused with how easily the hero was broken, Donovan walks around him until he is standing right behind his slumped form. Standing up straight in all his glory, Donovan looks like he is a head taller than Silver with how much he is slouching. Two massive hands cage each side of Silver's head, slowly squeezing it while Dovoan's biceps and chest swelled with power. "See that. This is what real strength looks like. You thought you could even compete against me. You're just an insignificant bug for me to squish. Grab onto my biceps and feel them as crush your head."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier gasped as he was propped back up on unsteady feet. "Ohhhhggnn" He hung there stupefied, sagging, drooling, his ass leaking. Donovan's chest stops directly in front of Silver Soldier's drooling mouth and he watches as the chest in front of him moves in tandem with Donovan's arms. His head starts to ache and he realizes he's being squeezed. His brain throbs and his eyes bulge. Donovan's muscle pumps up as the pressure increases and Silver Soldier screams. Still he hears Donovan's command and he desperately follows orders, fingers rubbing and squeezing, pulling and nearly jacking the impossible to move biceps. "YESSS DONOOVANNNN YESSS - PLEASEE NO NO I - NO PLEASEE CAN'T COMPETEEE!" He feels like his skull is going to crack.

Donovan_Graves: "I'm choosing to let you live. If I want, I could crush you at any point. If I were to apply a bit more pressure, I'm sure I would start fracturing your empty skull. It would have to be empty for you to think that you were even man enough to challege me," Donovan had lowered his head and raised the Tin Man up higher so he could growl into his ear. After what must have been eternity for Silver, Donovan finally released the stress toy onto the pile of weights that had rolled along the floor. "Pathetic. And you're still hard as fucking rock. You must really like being destroyed by your superior," he spoke down to Silver and Donovan's large boot came down between Silver's legs. "Even now while I threaten to crush what little proof of a man you are, you're still rock hard. I bet I could crush you in my arms and you'd blow another pathetic load. Who would have thought the great Silver Slut was also a pain slut?" Donovan spoke while his heel moved over each of Silver's balls to apply pressure one at time.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier could hear the words, but his skull was saying otherwise - every part of him was bulging in effort to break free and his cock was throbbing at the display of muscle - the very muscle that had a few remnants of his costume hanging from it - until he was dropped. He landed awkwardly among a pile of weights on the floor, his back arching in pain, propped up painfully. Silver whimpered as he watched Donovan's boot settle under his hard, throbbing cock. He couldn't help himself as his head rolled back and he let out a heaving erotic sigh. "P-pain..sluttt..." He muttered as Donovan pulsed his nuts with his heel. "NNgghh...ohhh fucckk...might...blow... You're too much...too much man..." His nuts began to tighten.

Donovan_Graves: "Already? How many has that been in the past 10 minutes?" Donovan asked as he started to bounce his heel on Silver's balls. "Blow," Donovan commanded with a seething hatred for looking down at Silver's pathetic display. He was promised a challenge and all he got was another sex toy. At least this one can last. A grin slowly grew on his face as he wondered how long the hero would last that had him driving his heel harder into Silver's crotch.

Silver_Soldier: "Ohhh fuucckk..noonnngghhh UUMM" Silver couldn't fathom an answer- he was being confronted with his absolute demolition and his mind was fraying. "YESSSIRRR" He called out and his cock blew another load. As the pain increased his cock was rock solid again, painfully red in response to his endless emissions, and his body began to recoil from the nut shots, some of Donovan's cum shooting from his ass as he flexed upward in pain. "AAAGGH OOH NNGGH NO MOREEE ! MERRCCYY"

Donovan_Graves: For once, Donovan granted someone mercy. Not out of Silver's begging, but how he enjoyed seeing his new toy squirt his pathetic loads. The hero's cum factory would have to remain for now. He lifted his foot off of Silver's crotch. "On your feet. And pick up that weight you were using earlier," Donovan ordered and stepped back from the hero to stand in front of the mirrors. While Silver groveled, he took the opportunity to lift his arms for another flex that tore away pieces of Silver's former uniform.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier heaved in relief as he his nuts were left alone. Commanded to get to his feet, the hero flopped over and pushed, his exhausted body struggling to get off the ground until he finally made it. His shoulders were too heavy for his torso, his upper body too heavy for his legs and his head too heavy for his neck. He swayed when he walked, but his body knew the path, and so he made it over to the weights. He picked it up, just in time to watch the sleeves of his costume that remained completely shred from Donovan's hard skin - "ooHHhh" he cooed in admiration while struggling to walk back with the weight he had dismissed so easily earlier. What once felt too light was now a burden.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan took the weight when Silver had arrived. It barely looked like his even needed to flex his arm as he held the weight. THUD! One moment Dovoan was curling the weight and the next he back handed Silver Soldier in the chest with the weight to send the hero flying back into the weights. "Don't just stand there with your mouth open, but I know you can't help it when you're looking at your superior. Pick that other one up," Donovan ordered while continuing to pump the weight in his hand with little effort.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier watched as Donovan pumped the weight - though it seemed as if he needed much more resistance. The weight was not enough by any means, a fact that became obvious to the ruined hero. Out of nowhere he went sailing with the weight against the wall and painfully, drunkenly scrambled back to Donovan, his feet slipping over each other to get back to his superior with the new weight he had, his body straining with effort to bring it to him. "Unngghh...oohhh..."

Donovan_Graves: "Good. Now, hit me," Donovan ordered as he opened up his arms with his powerful torso on full display. He looked like a god about to take flight as his lats flared out.

Silver_Soldier: !punch 1d3
My punch missed.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier brought his fist up and swung, but he managed to miss his wide open target, stumble, he fell head first into Donovan's chest, looking up, right cheek pressed into his pec, he moaned, "nngh---I triedd.... soo...fuckingg..weakkk..." - face scrunching up in turmoil from inadequacy.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 20d20
You take ☒ 11 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 15 + ☒ 9 + ☒ 9 + ☒ 17 + ☒ 17 + ☒ 20 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 20 + ☒ 13 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 15 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 9 + ☒ 12 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 19 + ☒ 6 = 228 damage. HP down to -345.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan caught the hero by the back of his head, holding him in place against his chest. He flexed against the trapped hero, crushing his head once more between his hand and his swelling pecs. "Of course you are. Let me show you what a real punch feels like," Donovan said as he turned to the side so Silver Soldier could see himself in the mirror, and Donovan was holding onto the heavy weight. The thick cords of muscles in Donovan's arms swelled as he swung a core-shattering gut punch to lift Silver off of his feet, while Donovan lifted him higher. Higher and higher until Donovan was holding the hero up in the air in a one-arm overhead press. One by one, he pumped a total of 12 reps before dropping Silver Soldier to the ground like worthless equipment.

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier gasped and spewed spit as he was lifted overhead, "aww Nooo noo nnggh too stronggg!!" He cried out as he flailed. Then Donovan began to pump him up over and over, using him like WEIGHT - a useless sack of bitch was all Silver Soldier could be - he knew it now, he was pure waste in Donovan's presence.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan held his other hand out waiting for the weight to get placed into it. "What are you waiting for?" Donovan asked with a subtle annoyance in his tone. The hero really was too stupid. That mistake got the hero a brutal kick to the midsection to send him skidding back into the wall. "Pick up the weight and give it to me. Did I crush what little brain cells you had?" Donovan waited for Silver to do as he was ordered just to take the weight and slam another brutal gut punch into the hero's midsection before lifting him up for another 12 reps before tossing the weight and the hero back down to the ground. "Pathetic. Look at your cock. You're already hard again. You look like you're going to blow again," Donovan spoke as he approached the hero while tearing away large strands of Silver's tattered suit. He squatted down with the fabric in hand and began to tie up the hero's nuts. "I don't need you making a mess while I continue my work out."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's world was in constant atomic detonation. Lifted up and pounded - used as a toy - humiliation like he never knew - shame that was rewiring his brain and a cock that craved more - Pathetically the hero had tried to bring the weight back to Donovan just for more punishment. His cock desperate to shoot again, bouncing uncontrollably as Donovan approached his dizzied form flopping about on the ground. He watched a large piece of fabric go into Donovan's hand as he fastened it tightly around the base of Silver Soldier's nut sack - the knot was so tight he could only whimper. His hands hovered over his crotch as he looked down in disbelief, "My-my nutsss..." He tried to correct himself quickly - "You-your work out...me.."

Donovan_Graves: "You cum like a school boy," Donovan spoke as he towered over Silver Soldier with his hand gripping the hero's hair to force him to look up. "You're supposed to be a hero. A beacon. An Alpha. But you squirt more than a bitch in heat," Donovan degraded the hero and dragged his face across Donovan's thicker fuller chest. With a few flexes, Donovan bullied Silver Slut's face with several punches before hauling him over his shoulder in another fireman carry. The other hand came up to smack the hero's cum filled ass as he paraded him around the gym then back into the ring. "You barely even got me to break a sweat. Lucky for you wimp, you get to be my training dummy and we're going to pump these nuts up until you're worthy to cum in my presence again. Let's see if I can make a real man out of you," Donovan grunted and lifted the two of them up into the creaking ring. "How about chest first?" Donovan suggest and dumped the hero onto the floor. "Get up. Hands behind your head. Flex those punch mitts for me."

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier drank in the sight of Donovan looming over him. His cock throbbed at the sight. His face swam against Donovan's big, hard pecs and the hero moaned. This was met with devastating knocks to the face that had the wimpy stud seeing stars. Lifted and lacking any control, Silver's ass was promptly smacked. "My nuttsss..." The hero gasped, they were now both in the ring as he flopped to the mat. He did as he was told and flexed for Donovan...

Donovan_Graves: Donovan came up to Silver Soldier and started to take the gloves off of the beaten hero. "Training dummies don't need gloves," Donovan said as he threw them to the side. He partially unwrapped Silver Soldier's hand wraps and began to tie them up behind his head. There was enough slack on them that Silver Soldier could drop his arms forward enough that it would look like he was properly blocking, but not long enough for him to drop them to his sides completely. "Let's begin," Donovan warned the hero and the first fist slammed into Silver Soldier's left pec, nearly flattening it upon impact followed by a left hook to ruin the right. "One," Donovan counted off then fired a second combo. "Two. Three. You know how to count or do is that head full of air too? Let's see if you can count to 10."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier used all his bravery to get through his hands being tied. "Don-donovan...pleease..." H squeaked out just as the first fist slammed into his left pec, the hero's face opened in pained shocked only for his right. He did it again and again only to be at three! "Nngghh Noo please!!! 10!! no moree!! Just 10!!!" The hero cried out as his pecs felt like they'd shear off his body.

Donovan_Graves: "That's not 10, that's only four. Maybe we should start over. One!" Donovan grunted as he swung a left right uppercut into those meaty pecs to make them bounce. "Two!" Donovan switched to a jab-cross to send the hero stumbling back into the ropes just to bounce back for a pair of jabs "Three!"

Donovan_Graves: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to -355.

Donovan_Graves: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to -363.

Donovan_Graves: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to -370.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier let out a wailing sob as Donovan started the count over - "AAWWWW OOHH NNGHG!!" The second combo had him tripping into the ropes and getting slammed again, "THREEAAAGGHH OOHHH" His durable body held up for the punishment, but the pain was overwhelming. Of course this meant he could feel the extra weight in his nuts as he craved his own demolition, so psychologically warping Donovan's dominance was - "F-FOUR!" He cried out in distressed anticipation

Donovan_Graves: THUD! THUD! Another left-right wrecking ball pair of hooks slammed into the reddening chest. THUD! THUD! Donovan flexed his biceps as he launched two lefts into the swollen right pec. THUD! THUD! Just for the left pec to get the same treatment. THUD!THUD! Donovan's fast jabs slammed into each pec. THUD! THUD! But the follow up right crosses had Silver Soldier flying back against the ropes with each hit. "Last one," Donovan spoke as he held the hero up by his jaw in one hand, other arm pumped up with his flexed bicep. "Beg for it."

Silver_Soldier: By the end of his punishment Silver Soldier was drooling - slobbering in the hand that held him up as his eyes struggled to stay forward and not roll up into his head. He was being taught a valuable lesson about his limits and inferiority in the face of a man - someone who could handle Silver Soldier and show him what a pain slut he truly was. It was clear by the growing sounds of his nuts slapping against his thighs how turned on the hero was the more he hurt. "ooh DOnooovann..fucckk me uuppp - BUSTT MY TITTSSSS !" Silver Soldier hollered as he knew he needed his pecs destroyed while staring at the dominant mounds of meat in front of him.

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan grinned at the sorry sight before him. "Your tits? Is that what these are? They are going to have to be much bustier if they are going to be tits," Donovan grinned and instead of ending on his 10th combination, unleashed a flurry of blows to pound on Silver Slut's swollen tits. Donovan stepped closer into Silver Soldier as he gave him every bit of his fury against the ropes. It wasn't until the top rope finally snapped that Donovan let up and let the training dummy rest against his larger frame. "There you go. Now you have a proper rack," Donovan said as he took the sack by his hair to get a good look at him. His other glove came up to grope and massage the swollen ruined pecs. "And look how hard you are. You look like you're going to blow. Too bad about your nuts."

Silver_Soldier: "Bustt...ee errr.." The pathetic hero had no idea what was coming. The pain was relentless - and so was his arousal - every hit caused those big pecs to become plumper and limper, all while his cock got harder and his nuts fuller. He blacked out as his "unbeatable" body jerked from side to side only to be awoken by the same torment unending. Donovan was a force and Silver Soldier was in the way - a mistake he'd made to correct the superior fighter. Silver flopped into Donovan, the side of his face resting into the hard mounds of a man's chest so far from his now weighty lumps sandbagging from his fram, his spittle covered lips pushed against Donovan's chest as he moaned. "Need..itt..to blowww....so fuckinnngg turnnedd onnn...your dominanncee....siirr.." he drooled out miserably.

Donovan_Graves: !damage 10d20
You take ☒ 10 + ☒ 11 + ☒ 8 + ☒ 15 + ☒ 20 + ☒ 4 + ☒ 17 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 12 + ☒ 14 = 112 damage. HP down to -482.

Donovan_Graves: With the Titty Soldier's head in hand, he dragged the hero over to the side of the ring so he could get a good look at himself. "Yeah you are. Look how hard your dick. How full your balls are. Hardly anything compared to your superior, but I'm going to keep pumping you until we can call you an actual man. Going to be hard with these tits though. Go ahead, Silver Tits, play with them for me and beg for more."

Silver_Soldier:

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's hands went to his pecs, rolling over the now soft mounds of putty..."Nggghh DOnovaannn pleasee...mercyy - showww meee... no merccyy - ruinnn meee completelyy!!" His cock throbbed at the words as he watched himself and then his eyes landed on Donovan's image - he couldn't stop staring at his perfect and more powerful body. "Pleasee...I need itt....teach mee a lessonnn Daddy!" His mind was beyond fractured - all image of himself had been restructured as his serum supplemented body restructured key mental connections to instead see his defeat as his greatest offering, his personal mission, just to serve someone like Donovan.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan released Silver Soldier ontop of the ropes, forcing those swollen tits to sag over the edge while the hero was forced to look at himself in the mirror. "Good hole," Donovan muttered and left him for a moment to go back to Silver Slut's gym bag. When he returned, he had a silver jock strap in his hand, then stroked himself off with all the sweat and cum still dripping from his dick before tossing it into Silver Soldier's face. "Put it on and then back that ass up onto Daddy's dick. Take every inch, Silver Slut. Show Daddy how much you want it," Donovan ordered.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was left there to moan and take in his sorry state. He found himself looking at his former "perfect" body and all the damage Donovan had wrought with barely a sweat. Sagging and hanging there, his big arms and thick legs were still aesthetic, but he'd learned how useless that was in the face of real strength. He could see his modesty belt...being used as a dick rag - Donovan quickly wiping his massive cock with it before throwing it on Silver Soldier's face, the thick wet piece over his groaning face. He sucked in the deep aroma and managed to grab it...painfully he stepped into it and pulled it up..."Yesssirr..." He managed as he pushed his ass back while grabbing the ropes...He could feel Donovan's cock at his ass as he squealed in anticipation.

Donovan_Graves: "Look at me while you take it," Donovan ordered and took Silver Soldier by his hair to force him to look out at the mirror. Donovan had put on Silver Soldier's muscle tee that read "No One Is Beating This Body," but Donovan's wider frame made it look more like a crop top that still showed off the underside of his pecs. "All the way back," Donovan said and took the hero by the jockstrap and yanked him back until every last inch was plunged into that cum filled ass. "Good hole. Now, hold onto that middle rope. We're going to need more resistence," Donovan said as he held onto Silver Soldier's jockstrap and curled him, lifting his ass in the air and making his dick slide slowly out before he lowered the curl and pushed back in.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was being used like a fucking free weight while plowed by his superior - the real man who deserved to wear the words "No one is beating this body" - His nuts couldn't take it, they felt like they'd burst as they grew and grew, churning unavailable spunk in pure adulation of Donovan. Pulled back and forth, he reached for the ropes to provide resistance, his big arms flexing in response - which seemed to do very little. His ass continued to flex and take Donovan's massive cock, his nuts and dick painfully compressed in his jock - everything all at once had him completely unraveled. "FUCKK MEE YESS TAKKEEE MYY ASS I'M NOTTHINGG DONOVANN YOU YOUR COCK IS CHARITTYY TO MY HUNGRY SLUTTT CHUTEE - YOURS TO USEE USEE MEE PLEASEE - GIVE MYYY PATHETIC BITCH BODY A PURPOSEEEEeeee!!!" The ruined former hero was weeping, his own dick thudding painfully with no chance of release as his nuts pushed and began to overflow at the images of abuse he was witnessing flooding his frail mind.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan continued to pump the weight in his hands, but it barely looked like he was exerting much effort at all. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he decided to speed up, and his forearms and biceps swelled with the veins running from his chest thickened. "That's it. Keep screaming for it, Silver Slut. You make a much better cock sleeve than you do a hero," Donovan grunted as he picked up the speed and was soon plowing the hero's reddened ass again. "Such a tight little hole, but you can take all this dick. What a perfect sleeve."

Silver_Soldier: "FUCKK ME LOOSEE PLEAASSEE FUCCKK MEE RUINN MY HOLLEE I NEEDDD TO BEE BROKEEN FUCCKK MEE YESS YES!!" Silver Soldier didn't know when it happened, but at some point his big beefy useless arms were pushing and tugging to slam himself down Donovan's length as much as possible. he needed to be filled, to have that futile emptiness taken away and that was only possible through Donovan's massive cock. "SPLITT YOUR SLEEEVEE SIRR SPLITT MEE!"

Donovan_Graves: After several long minutes, Donovan took Silver Soldier's jockstrap in one hand began to curl the hero one arm at a time. He didn't need to keep count when the weight meant nothing to him. Donovan switched between arms until he could feel the thin fabric starting to break in his arms. With one final curl, Donovan took a step back and lifted the hero off to dump him onto the ropes again. "Can't even get a good work out with you. You haven't even gotten me to break a sweat. What can you expect when all the weight in this gym is worthless," Donovan spoke and picked up another jump rope he had taken from Silver Soldier's bag. "Climb up here and impale yourself on my dick."

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier shrieked, and squealed, every word bumbling from his mouth declaring Donovan's vast importance by comparison. The visage of Donovan in "No One Is Beating This Body" while being repeatedly used and impaled had his mind limp and his cock hard. "Meee..worthlesss..weiighttt..." Silver Soldier realized HE was worthless weight in this gym, and being given such an important task as getting fucked was the only thing that gave him any value. He rolled on the ropes and his bruised, bloodies, sweaty soaked body wormed it's way to Donovan's feet. He made the grueling journey up his thighs and to his shoulders, trying to lift himself up and slide his ass on Donovan's meaty cock. "OOhh needd thiss...ruined...hollee.." He lifted and his ass while positioning himself on Donovan, who felt as resolute as a Roman column, just perfectly robust while he slithered his wanton hole onto his hot pulsing pipe

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: Donovan leaned in to suck on one of Silver Soldier's swollen tits before guiding the hero's ass down onto the drooling cock. "Perfect. Now, hold on tight to Daddy while he finishes up his work out," Donovan ordered. With the jump rope in hand, Donovan began to jump rope with Silver Soldier forced to bounce on his dick. The first few minutes, Donovan kept regular form, then switched to fighters bounce, and then single legs after a few more minutes. Even with the hero holding on and bouncing on his dick, Donovan barely seemed bothered by the extra weight. Thats all Silver Soldier was after all. The worst part was when he started to do high knees. "You better hold on tight. If you fall off, I'll never free these nuts," he threatened before his massive thighs slammed into those trapped, swollen balls over and over for several long minutes before Donovan went back to regular bounces. After three full sets of the pattern, Donovan looked like he was actually sweating from the work out. His musk fully unleashing on the trapped hero.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier moaned the whole way down Donovan's cock - it was hotter than ever and so was the leaking cum that graced his innards. Silver Soldiers grip on the man's massive shoulders was tight as Donovan - BEGAN TO JUMP ROPE! - the hero's body bouncing up and down the powerful cock impaling him. It felt like it could rip into him and destroy him at any moment - and Donovan picked up the pace. The weakling hero clawed and pawed at Donovan to keep himself on - The impact moved through his chest and the pecs bounced with it, both of them, the mass of the muscle catching the force and expressing it as movement, a sharp jiggle that traveled across the surface of once formidable pecs. When his hands found the Donovan's shoulders and his fingers spread across the boulders, his own biceps loaded with the effort, the peaks rising against the gym's light, the veins tracking up in sharp relief. The muscle gathered and rose and expressed itself with the total commitment of years of construction, bunching hard at the height of the grip attempt as his fingers felt like they would slip, everything Silver had built into those arms fully present and fully engaged - with futility.

Silver_Soldier: His arms swung wide as Donovan jump fucked him. Proud biceps, still loaded from the grip attempt, bounced with the momentum of the jump, the peaks catching the light mid-motion, the muscle jiggling briefly with the sudden release of tension before the arm continued its windmill and Silver's voice went up with it "AWWW gAAWWD". The jiggle of his arms was the muscle demonstrating that it had been genuinely trying and had been insufficient. He managed to stay on, but the threat continued as he began to ragdoll on Donovan's cock - when he managed to get a grip he'd SLAM his ass down, feeling his chute loosing tightness in effort to swallow Donovan's mighty sword. Over and over he fiercely slammed himself down, ass to Donovan's hilt - "YESS RUIINN SPLITT MEEE FUCCKK MEE I'M NOTTHING NEEDD ITT AWW YES!" The hero refused to stop, he couldn't fall off, he knew he needed this - it would define him. He hadn't even noticed that Donovan had stopped - he just mindlessly continued to SLAM himself up and down Donovan's length.

Silver_Soldier:

Donovan_Graves: It must have been an hour since Silver Soldier impaled himself on his superior's dick. An hour that Donovan had grown bored of no matter how well Silver Soldier bounced on his dick. "You're loose," Donovan grunted and took the hero by his throat. "I thought you were going to last much longer than this. You went down so fast during my warm up. Why would you last riding my dick?" Donovan squeezed the hero's neck threatening to snap him as he lifted him off of his cock and suddenly slammed him down in the center of the ring. The entire ring groaned and several ropes snapped free. Donovan circled the splattered sex toy then moved to get up onto one of the last standing corner posts. For a moment, the light above Silver Soldier was eclipsed before both feet came down onto the hero's midsection and the whole ring crumpled inwards. "What a waste of time," Donovan grunted in the rubble as he lifted his foot and slammed it down on the hero's chest, face, and abs. Each time his foot came down, the ground beneath the broken ring seemed to form a crater. With a swat of his arm, Donovan cleared half the rubble of the ring away to reveal Silver Soldier's ruined form beneath. "Don't move," Donovan ordered. It's not like he could after those last few blows. Donovan left and the sound of the chime at the front door went off once and then again after what sounded like a crash through the front door.

Silver_Soldier: "You're loose" - The words hit Silver Soldier as hard as any blow, but mentally. He wanted to protest as Donovan grabbed him, but he was worthless to his superior - he could feel it, a knot in his gut as tight as the one around his ballooned nuts. Slammed hard, he let out a agonizing groan, writhing. He only saw a darkness before he was spiked IN HALF - buried into the ring, slammed and ravaged by Donovan's feet. "Nuughnnnnnn...danaaauuugghh" He gurgled as he was commanded to not move - as if he could have. He twitched and gurgled where he was, the only life and energy left seemed to be his cock signaling how much he lusted for his own demise.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan soon came back into view and over one shoulder was a glass coffin. "Do you know what my code name is? Of course, you wouldn't know. Anyone who has ever come in contact with me has been removed. They call me GRAVES for all the heroes I've put down," Donovan said as he set the glass coffin down and went to retrieve the hero from the rubble just to slam him into the hero's demise. "What a shame. Look at how full your balls have gotten. Might even be as big as mine. You could wish," Donovan chuckled and reached down to rip the rope that he had tied around the hero's balls. "Cum if you're a real man, Donovan ordered and took his own dick in hand, jerking himself into Silver Soldier's casket. With all that teasing for the last hour, Donovan was already starting to throb. If only Silver Soldier could have remained tighter for just a minute longer. Instead, all that hot steaming cum came gushing out. The thick sticky load soon pooling aroudn the hero's spent body.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's big body was stuffed into the glass coffin. His muscles were completely useless, especially of the abdominals and chest from Donovan's horrific display of strength that plowed him through the ring. The second the tattered remains of his costume untied from his nuts, the hero howled and cum BURST from his cock - if this load was anything like Donovan's, his insufficient cock couldn't take it. There was a brief moment of nerve bending pleasure, but his nerves began to fry from the constant signal. UP UP UP it flew just to stream down on him like a summertime fire hydrant. Donovan's easily matched his own, but the aim was directed at Silver Soldier's face and chest, streaming into him. Coating him. Hot sticky sex seemed to be surrounding him...nonstop. His hips weakly thrust into the air and more and more of his unstoppable load shot - "NNGHHh gaaCAAAgkk" He was choking on Donovan's stream, no hope of sucking it down, just over and over. "CaaaACCKKanttt stopppPPUNGH" His cock wasn't able to stop, he had built so much up while his serum powered body kept signaling to make more.

Donovan_Graves: When Donovan finally finished, he scowled as he looked down at the hero. "You were supposed to be a real challenge. What a joke. You're barely even a wimp compared to me. Tell you what, Silver Slut. If you can drink all that cum, I'll let you out of there, and I'll let you be my cock sleeve," Donovan talked down to Silver Soldier before he hauled the glass lid onto his coffin. He rested one foot on top of the glass lid and lifted one arm while the other stroked his soaked dick. Splatters of the pre dripped down onto Silver Soldier. "This is what perfection looks like," Donvoan gloated as the glass coffin filled with the hero's uncontrollable load.

Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier could hear a seal form as the lid slammed down on the coffin - he looked up in horrified terror as his cock thumped against the glass over and over. He couldn't turn away from Donovan and his dick just throbbed faster, shooting more. He licked at the glass of the coffin, unable to lift his head any as cum flooded the trap. "NNGnooo pleasee, pleagghh aggck!" He began to slurp and suck down the mix of jizz, his defeat and Donovan's victory juice, guzzling it in order to give himself room for air, but it wouldn't stop, just more and more as he coughed and sputtered man milk against the glass, horrified in expression. His body tried to "thrash" around, but nothing, the hero was drowning in jizz - his own doing at his own defeat. The coffin seemed to fill to the seams as his head thrashed back and forth, slower and slower as his cock slowed it's thumping.

Donovan_Graves: Donovan continued to look down at Silver Soldier while the glass coffin filled with rope after rope of the hero's downfall. "Now, there's someone I'd jerk off to," Donovan grinned as his own reflection started to show off the milky white cum that drowned the hero. With his dick in hand, Donovan slowly jerked himself off to the last few minutes of air the fake hero had. "You are beneath me, Silver Slut," Donovan lets out a sigh then a groan from the icing he painted the coffin with. When the last rope splattered onto Silver Soldier's tomb, Donovan scoffed and went to takes his things to head out of the gym. As he he left, he snagged the banner and the sound of fabric dragging could be heard to the entrance. Using the banner as a cum rag, he wiped his dick clean before tossing the trash with a dull wet thud on the coffin.