outdoor wrestling/fighting

DAY 1

FREAKER

The elevator was going down slowly. Too slowly for my taste. I hate being locked inside these narrow boxes, especially with my build. The mirror reflected my 115 kilos of dry muscle, close to my contest weight, ready to face other bodybuilders who had come here to Torremolinos for the European Bodybuilding championships. 

The box stopped with a brutal jolt. An elderly couple with their suitcases forced me to press myself against the back wall. I saw their surprised looks. That is the effect men of my size have on people. It was still early. My watch showed almost 6 a.m. Time for me to start my training, to lose the extra kilo, and get even drier.

The gym was in the basement, next to the pool. It was one of the reasons I had chosen this hotel, far from the congress hall where the contest was taking place. The website had praised the professional gym equipment. But the real reason was that I hated staying in the same hotel as my rivals. The elderly couple got out on the ground floor, throwing one last look at my unreal body. Somewhere far away, a clock struck the hour. The chimes seemed slow to me. 1. 2. 3… 6 It was 6 a.m. The light flickered. Then the elevator started again with one violent jolt. The box was still going down slowly. Why was everything so slowing this morning? I looked at my watch. It was still 6 a.m. The light flickered again. Then the elevator stopped with one last violent jolt.? The door hesitated before opening. Then, with a deep scraping sound, I was free.

The air smelled of chlorine. A few lamps lit the place. Many bulbs were broken. But behind a glass wall, the gym was brightly lit. As i look around the place, I see a big man stepping out of the sauna. I’m upset. I had thought I would be alone. The man stared me down. Briefly. He was about 1.95 meters tall and easily 140 kilos of thick, dry muscle. He was covered in sweat. He had clearly already trained before, all muscle pumped. He was bare-chested, and his torso shone as if it had been oiled, every muscle standing out. He also looked upset. I looked at my watch. Damn it. It was still 6 a.m. 

The giant came toward me aggressively. His smell was a mix of sweat and testosterone, but it could not hide the sharp smell of cum. Clearly, he had also jerked off in the sauna. I smiled. It happened to me too. Sometimes I got hard, even reached orgasm, during an intense workout. He had a Latino look, probably a local. “Hey, man. This place is mine for another two hours. “he said with an angry voice

 Suddenly, behind me, another masculine voice said: “Hey, asshole. Just try to throw me out.” I turned to see a young, confident and let say arrogant guy. He was taller than me, very muscular, but less massive. His face was hard and he had the bad look of a skinhead. His wide chest rose and drops of water fell all over his hot body. I felt myself getting hard in my shorts and I could see, checking his bulge, he was too in his swimming suit. Things were starting badly. The three of us were under pressure. The drastic diet, the training pushed to the limit, the anabolic drugs and steroids — all of it made us aggressive very easily. I tried to intervene, but the other big cum stinking bastard pushed me violently to the side, stepping close to the skinhead. I slipped on the wet floor and fell on my ass. I looked at my watch. It was now 7 a.m.

DREAM BREAKER

The best way to calm your nerves before a competition is to train just the right amount, enjoy a relaxing sauna, and then take a dip in the refreshing pool. I politely asked the night receptionist to reserve the gym, sauna, and pool for my private use for a couple of hours, and after a little persuasion, he agreed and made the reservation in the system. How kind he was—all I had to do was give his balls a little squeeze through his thin pants. My peace was complete, and the warm steam soothed my worked muscles as sweat rose to the surface of my skin.

The moment would have been perfect if some jerk hadn’t ruined it by barging into the gym during my time slot. I heard a splash of water as the guy jumped into MY pool. And that wasn’t all. Soon I heard other footsteps entering the gym, clattering loudly against the floor. “What the fuck is this supposed to mean? Do I really have to rip this receptionist’s balls off?”

 I see a guy who’s a little older than me, with a perfect physique and toned muscles. Another contestant, I suppose. I should have guessed. The bald guy is splashing around in the pool like some fucking shaved otter. "Hey guys. This spot’s reserved for me for a couple of hours, so get the fuck out of here or…” A guy with skinhead climbs out of the pool, and I can’t help but notice his tight, defined muscles and the bulge in his swim trunks. The man is a true ray of sunshine in his friendliness as he approaches me, his chest heaving. I shove the older man aside roughly and step in front of the skinhead. “Think about what you want, so you don’t regret it later.”

SKINMUSCLE

I arrived at this piece-of-shit hotel at 5:45 a.m., blasting phonk in my headphones, fully dialled into my own reflection. I don't do reservations, and I don't ask for permission; a freak of nature like me, packed with over 100 kilos of dry, vascular muscle and fuelled by pure narcissistic rage, goes wherever the fuck he wants. I bypassed the lobby like I owned the joint, headed straight for the basement, and stripped down to my tightest, minimal swim briefs, already sporting' a massive, rock-hard pump

I dropped my bag, stripped down to my skin-tight, soaked-looking briefs, and immediately saw the massive 1.95-meter giant stepping out of the sauna, glistening with thick sweat and looking pissed. Through the glass door of the gym, I noticed the elevator finally groan to a halt, spitting out that older, 115-kilo bodybuilder who looked way too serious for his own good. They both had top-tier, freaky genetics, but watching them stand there all tense and uptight just made me want to ruin their morning. I didn't hesitate; I took a hard, aggressive sprint down the slick deck and threw my massive, muscular weight into a brutal cannonball right into the center of the deep end. The water exploded everywhere, the massive wave drenching the older guy's tank top and echoing loudly off the concrete ceiling.

I broke the surface of the cold water at exactly 6:00 a.m., slicking my shaved head back and laughing like a lunatic as the chlorine stung my eyes. As I floated there, the giant marched right up to the edge, his alpha testosterone and the unmistakable smell of cum radiating off him as he arrogantly barked that the place was his for the next two hours. He didn't even wait for an answer, he violently shoved the older competitor onto his ass right on the wet tiles. My blood instantly boiled with aggressive, steroid-fueled adrenaline.

FREAKER

I feared the worst. But I was now more on the grumpy bodybuilder’s side. That young asshole had soaked me. I took off my tank top and my shorts. I wrung them out with all my strength, admiring, in the process, the peak of my biceps and the veins bursting under my paper-thin skin. I was wearing my purple posing trunks. A metallic purple that made my waist look even smaller and clearly outlined the shape of my thick cock. I wanted to practice my posing. I try to calm down the situation. “Hey, guys, we’re here for the contest, not to beat the shit out of each other.”

I move toward them. I can feel the heat radiating from the tall Latino’s body. I can also feel his anger. His muscles were trembling under his skin, and I feared he wanted to fight. Then, without knowing what came over me, I plant my hands on his broad back and try to push him toward the other clown in the water. They could settle the problem between themselves. It wasn’t my business. Mine was to start my cardio. Suddenly I notice the time. “Fuck, this can’t be real, “It’s still 7 o’clock »

DREAM BREAKER

 I stumble forward, looking clumsy, when a purple poser guy jostles me in the back just when the skin headed guy climbs up from the pool and rushes to me. Due the momentum I crash into an annoyed, furious guy, crushing him against the wall with my 140-Kg body. “Fuck, get out of my way, you leather hair monkey,” I growl at the man and drive my knee into his groin. “Try crawling around on these balls if you can,” I chuckle as I step back, giving the man a chance to recover. as I turn toward the pink poser “And you, you fucking bikini princess, stay out of my way or I’ll throw you in the pool too in your tiny bikini. Perhaps you can fuck the nutless monkey there” The clock on the wall reads 7 a.m.

I turn to look at the bikini princess as rubbing my aching jaw as I narrow my eyes leaving the leather haired pale guy behind my back. ""STREOIDS? I FUCKING SHOW YOU MY STEROIDS", I scream clearly pissed off as I hook my arm and send a nasty uppercut with my giant fist into your jawline while my knee is already on the way into your lower abs. "Take some of my steroids, pussy!".

SKINMUSCLE

 I double over for a split second, gasping for air as the chlorine and testosterone fill my lungs, but a twisted, narcissistic smirk cuts across my face. I look up from the wet tiles, my eyes locked on the 140-kilo giant who just called me a leather-hair monkey, and instead of backing down, the sheer disrespect makes me rock-hard against my soaking wet briefs. "Is that the best you got, big boy?" I bark, wiping a mix of pool water and sweat from my forehead, my voice echoing off the damp walls. I glance over at the "bikini princess" in his metallic purple trunks, who is still looking at his watch like a total psycho, completely obsessed with the fact that the clock hasn't moved past 7 a.m. The tension in the room is suffocating, a volatile mix of pre-contest aggression, low carbs, and heavy friction.

FREAKER

 I’m starving myself with this goddamn diet just to stay dry, and now I must deal with these two testosterone-loaded idiots. And that fucking watch has stopped too. Really not my day. But did I hear that right? Did that overinflated steroid parade balloon just call me a bikini princess? I can’t let that slide. In two steps, I’m on him, and I smash my fist into his jaw. I use his surprise to drive my other fist into his sternum with a blow that could knock out an ox. “The princess says fuck you,” I growl. “And next time, try finding a better insult, you steroid-pumped Bibendum.”

SKINMUSCLE

I take full advantage of the fact that the 140-kilo giant is completely distracted trying to destroy Freaker. I push myself up from the wet floor, still aching from the knee to my balls, but the rage gives me a massive surge of adrenaline. I launch myself straight at Dream Breaker's exposed back. Wrapping my right forearm tightly around his thick neck, I lock in a deep rear-naked choke while digging my hooks around his massive waist, hanging onto him like a heavy backpack of solid muscle.

 "Not so tough you oversized piece of meat!" I growl into his ear, squeezing his carotid artery with everything I've got to cut off his oxygen.

FREAKER

When I see the skinhead hanging like a monkey from the pumped-up guy’s neck and back, while the other one’s face turns red and starts looking like a balloon, I think they are finally in their proper place, those primates. I check if my jaw and my beautiful face are too badly damaged by the blow, but everything is still in place. The pain is already fading in my lower belly. I tighten my abs. That asshole’s punch proves they are perfect, a real iron wall. I hate ab workouts, but that was effective.

I smile when I see the big brute struggling with a man smaller than him. Then suddenly, I feel the urge to pay him back. My brain tells me to stay out of it, but the steroids tell me: go. I move toward the tangled bodies and slam my fist into his overinflated abs, hoping they will deflate. Then, unable to resist, I aim lower and hit his crotch and balls as violently as I can. “You see, asshole? I’ve got steroids too.” I hear a faint ticking sound. My watch is working again. Is it really 11 o’clock? 

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with time today? Even time feels like it’s on steroids.

DREAM BREAKER

"Shit, I'm in deep trouble!" my thoughts manage to tell me as I realize SkinMuscle is hanging off my back. His sinewy muscles don't quite know what they're doing—he isn't trying to choke me to suffocate me, but is quickly finding my carotid arteries to cut off the blood flow to my brain. If I don’t get rid of him right away, I’ll be unconscious in ten seconds.

The Freaker in front of me knows this, slamming his fist into my thick abs until he finds a more sensitive spot—my big balls, an easy target for anyone. The pain is immense, but Skinmuscle’s crushing grip prevents me from screaming. The Freaker’s blow only increases my need for oxygen. The pain spreads rapidly from my groin, through my lower abdomen, and throughout my entire body, causing me to convulse. Despite the pain, I try to tear Skinmuscle off my back, but to no avail, as my knees buckle and go limp. I fall to the ground like a sack of rocks. Before I lose consciousness, I see the clock on the wall showing 11. Then everything goes dark. At least the pain in my balls is over.

SKINMUSCLE

My sinewy arms are still locked around his massive neck, my chest pressed against his sweat-slicked upper back as he goes completely limp beneath me. I let out a breathless, arrogant laugh right into his ear. I unravel myself from his unconscious body, sliding off his back onto the slick floor, completely unbothered by the chlorine and sweat coating my skin. I sit up, shaking out my pumped arms, and immediately look down at my trunks. Between the chokehold, the violence, and the absolute dominance of watching this giant drop, my dick is practically tearing through the wet fabric, rock-hard and throbbing.

The time loop might be tripping everyone else out, but right now, looking at the giant passed out on the floor and my own shredded, pulsing reflection in the gym glass, I've never felt more alive. I step closer to the older competitor, my chest heaving, totally crowding his space again. "So, purple poser... now that the big mouth is taking a nap, what are we going to do with all this extra energy?"

FREAKER

I see the Latino collapse to the floor, unconscious. The monkey has jumped down from that tree of flesh and starts flexing his muscles. For once, the frog has beaten the ox. But I am not afraid of frogs. Besides, I only have one thing in mind: doing my cardio and eating. Even if it is only rice and chicken. It is almost 1 pm. So I have no time for conversation. I move toward the little weakling. My shadow covers his body. He stinks of chlorine, sweat, and ammonia. I grab him by the throat with one hand and by the balls with the other. Then I lift him up, squeezing that soft flesh. “You want to have fun, asshole? Then go splash around in the children’s pool.” And matching my words with action, I throw him brutally into the small nearby basin used for rinsing off. His head and back hit the tiles hard. Now I am finally rid of those two idiots. At last, I can take care of my perfect body.

DREAM BREAKER

I hear voices all around me, and my head is pounding as I try to open my eyes. It’s no use. I sink back into the darkness. I have to get out of here, and fast. The clock on the wall reads 1:00 p.m.

SKINMUSCLE

Hitting the tiles of that rinsing basin stings like a bitch, and for a split second, my vision goes completely white. But as the freezing water hits my neck, the sheer, narcissistic fury takes over. I press my palms against the wet concrete, pushing my 100 kilos of shredded muscle up as the adrenaline completely overrides the pain in my head. I wipe the water from my face, a dark, twisted grin spreading across my lips. This purple-painted old bastard thinks he can throw me around like trash and just walk away to do his cardio. Nobody treats me like a side character.

Without missing a beat, I spin around toward the 140-kilo Latino colossus who is barely pushing himself up on his elbows. I step right over him, soaking in his broken, vulnerable stare, and drive my heel down with everything I've got straight into his throat, crushing his windpipe against the wet tiles until his spasms stop completely. Fully pumped, lethal, and covered in fluids, I look at myself in the shattered mirror with supreme, narcissistic pride.

DREAM BREAKER

Just as I am about to get up from the ground, filling my lungs with the air the leather hair comes again, sending his heel with rage wherever he can. I collapse back to the floor, trying to escape your stomps, but you keep following me. Finally ending on my back when I see your foot coming harder than before, hitting over and over again into my exposed throat. My Adam's apple sinks inside as my thick windpipe gets crushed with a dull thud. My eyes widen, my hands moving to my destroyed throat that fills up with my blood instantly. I try to inhale only breathing in my own blood that enters into my lungs. My body starts to convulse violently on the floor, and then, all of a sudden, it's all over.

FREAKER

I have barely taken a few steps when I hear the sound of a struggle behind me. Or rather, the sound of a massacre. I smell leather, chlorine, and suddenly the metallic smell of blood. I turn around and see that damn skinhead asshole beating the hell out of the heavy Latino guy. I hesitate for a moment, but I can’t let these two bastards kill each other. I walk calmly toward the carnage, half excited, half disgusted. I grab the skinhead by his heel just as he lifts his leg to crush the paella eater’s throat and finish him off. I raise his leg as high as I can to make him fall backward, hoping his head will hit the edge of the pool and he will lose consciousness. Then I will finally be left alone to lose my kilo. The other castanet player seems out of the fight. And fuck, it is almost four in the afternoon.

SKINMUSCLE

I lose my balance for a split second as the purple-briefs psycho grabs my heel, but instead of crashing backward onto the pool ledge, I use the momentum to twist in mid-air and land hard on my left knee, my eyes locked on him with feral rage. Ignoring the suffocating smell of the giant's fresh blood coating the wet tiles, I spring forward like a rabid animal before this arrogant prick can even blink. I drive a brutal, lightning-fast headbutt straight into his nose, shattering it instantly, and as he stumbles backward clutching his bloody face, I tackle him by the waist and slam him violently onto the concrete right next to the convulsing Latino. I pin his chest down with my heavy, sweat-slicked knee, wrap my hands around his throat, and squeeze with every ounce of my testosterone-fuelled strength, watching his frantic eyes bulge out in panic. "You wanted to be left alone, you arrogant princess?" I hiss savagely into his face, tightening my grip until his desperate gasps fade into a sickening choke. "Now you can stay here forever in your pretty little trunks, rotting right next to him"

FREAKER

Blood runs from my nose. I find myself on my back on the tiles floor. That other mental case has stunned me with a headbutt. Fuck, he should go back to the hell he came from. I feel his one hundred kilos crushing my chest. The sweat dripping from his body splashes onto my skin. His hands are around my throat. I grab his wrists and try to make him let go. This guy is the devil. His strength is supernatural, even though I am known for having exceptional strength myself. I feel the veins in my eyes about to burst. My eyeballs feel like they want to jump out of their sockets. The air is running out. My vision gets blurry. My tongue rolls back in my throat. I feel that I am going to die with this damn extra kilo still on me. My head is buzzing. My temples are about to explode. I have just enough time to see that it is past 9 pm, before I lose consciousness and fade away.

SKINMUSCLE

I squeeze until his grip loosens and his hands slide off my wrists, his eyes rolling back as the light completely leaves them. As 'purple princess' goes limp under my weight, a sick, euphoric laugh vibrates out of my chest, my 100 kilos of pumped muscle completely crushing his final breath onto the wet floor. I slow down my breathing, leaning over his dead face to admire the carnage, utterly intoxicated by the smell of sweat, iron, and total dominance. My dick is pulsing so hard against my trunks it feels like it's going to burst, fuelled by a lethal cocktail of adrenaline and raw, psychopathic narcissism.

I stand up, stepping over his body, and finally have the entire place to myself at 9:00 p.m. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my hands are slightly twitching from the insane rush, but the absolute peace of being the last predator standing makes every bit of the anxiety worth it. I stroll back into the steaming sauna, stripping off my soaked briefs to let the heat hit my rock-hard, vascular body, completely unbothered by the two corpses cooling down by the pool. I close my eyes and smile in the dark.

DAY 2

DREAM BREAKER

The best way to calm your nerves before a competition is to train just the right amount, enjoy a relaxing sauna, and then take a dip in the refreshing pool. I politely asked the night receptionist to reserve the gym, sauna, and pool for my private use for a couple of hours, and after a little persuasion, he agreed and made the reservation in the system. My peace was complete, and the warm steam soothed my worked muscles as sweat rose to the surface of my skin. Then, so suddenly, I hear a splash of water as the guy jumps into MY pool. And that is not all. Soon other footsteps enter, clattering loudly against the floor. “What the fuck is this supposed to mean? Do I really have to rip this receptionist’s balls off?”. A guy who’s a little older than me, with a perfect physique and toned muscles, enters. The bald guy is splashing around in the pool like some fucking otter. "Hey guys, get the fuck out of here or…” A guy with a skinhead climbs out of the pool, and I can’t help but notice his tight, defined muscles and the bulge in his swim trunks. The asshole steps closer, his chest heaving. I shove the older man aside roughly and step in front of the skinhead. “Get the fuck out here!”

FREAKER

 I am too big for this box. One hundred and fifteen kilos of dry muscle, and I can’t stop admiring myself in the mirror. My dick seems to like it too. The box stops with a brutal jolt. An elderly couple steps in with their suitcases. Fuck, now I am even more squeezed in, pressed against the wall. They give me a suspicious look. What a stupid idea to come to Torremolinos for this pathetic bodybuilding contest. But for my career, I need a victory. The old people get out of the elevator on the ground floor. Somewhere far away, I hear six o’clock slowly striking. The elevator starts again, shaking me hard. A light flickers above my head. Why does everything feel so slow this morning? And fuck, that damn extra kilo still refuses to disappear, even with all the cardio and the diet.

Suddenly, the box stops violently. The door hesitates before opening. The smell of chlorine attacks me first. Then a mountain of muscle does the same, claiming the place is reserved for him. One of those fucking castanet players. He smells of sweat and cum. I do not why but my face hurts. My throat too. I feel a weight on my chest. I hope I haven’t caught a cold. And shit, there is another asshole. Judging by his skinhead look, he must have the intelligence of a chickpea. He jumps into the pool with a brutal splash, flooding the tiles around. I instinctively step back several paces. A little more and my clothes would have been soaked. And now these two idiots are ready to fight. The skinny one looks full of steroids, and he has no chance against the Latino. I try to calm things down, but before I can do anything, the brainless Spanish piece of meat shoves me violently aside. I slip on the wet floor and crash down on my ass. This day is already starting like shit. I look at my watch. It is 7 a.m.

SKINMUSCLE

The clock just hit 6:00 a.m. again, and a massive wave of dark, sadistic satisfaction washes over me as I realize the loop has reset. They don't remember a damn thing, but the phantom aches in my fists and the lingering rush in my veins tell me everything I need to know.

The moment the Latino giant shoves the bikini princess right onto his ass at exactly 7 a.m., I can’t help but let out a dark, twisted laugh. They have absolutely no idea what’s coming. I can see the phantom aches messing with their heads—the giant’s nose is twitching like it remembers being broken, and the old bikini princess is rubbing his sore throat, completely clueless that I strangled the life out of him just a few "hours" ago. They are running on the old script, expecting me to just stand here, take a knee, and wrestle like a mindless monkey. But today, I’m changing the rules of the game just to see them suffer.

 Instead of letting the giant bark his orders or waiting for the bikini princess to throw a punch, I accelerate the timeline with pure, premeditated malice. As the giant steps into my space, his chest heaving with alpha arrogance, I drive a lightning-fast, brutal headbutt straight into the center of his face. The wet smack of my skull crushing his nose echoes off the concrete ceiling, and a thick spray of dark blood immediately paints his chest. Before he can even process the agony, I grab his massive 140-kilo traps and violently launch his heavy body directly into the bikini princess, who was just trying to scramble up from the slick tiles. "Did you really think this was your private session, big boy?" I sneer, watching the clock on the wall violently glitch and jump straight to 9 a.m. "Welcome to my playground. Let's see how fast you break today."

DREAM BREAKER

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell furiously as my warm blood stains my thick pecs. The guy in the pink bikini is stuck behind my back and flustered, tries to push me away as I turn my face toward him. "And you, old man, keep your fingers off my ass or I’ll cut them off one by one!" I straighten my back and, puffing out my chest, stride menacingly toward the skinhead as I grab him by the balls, lifting his body against the column behind his back, into the air until his legs dangle in midair. "If you don’t want to find yourself at the bottom of the pool, you’d better apologize nicely and run out while you still have legs." I don’t wait for your reaction but instead slam my massive fist into your exposed abs with my free hand as I release my grip on your balls, letting you fall to the ground on your feet. "Oh, one thing more", I hiss and slam my forehead into your face, hearing the thin cartilage in your nose crack as blood begins to gush onto your pale face.

SKINMUSCLE

 The impact of his forehead against my face cracks my nose, sending a blinding flash of white-hot pain through my skull, but it only feeds the psychopathic euphoria roaring inside my chest. I lick my own blood. This massive Latino giant really thinks he’s teaching me a lesson. He has absolutely no idea that his little display of dominance is exactly what gets me off. My dick is rock-hard and throbbing violently against my wet briefs.

The bikini princess is still hovering near the column, looking absolutely horrified by the raw violence unfolding before him. Ignoring the ache in my abs, I explode launching all 100 kilos of my vascular, pumped muscle straight at the Latino-scum midsection. I drive my shoulder into his ribs, tackling him with enough force to send both of us crashing violently into the shallow end of the pool, the freezing water erupting around us as the clock on the wall violently glitches-flips straight to

DREAM BRAKER

The cool water clears my head and calms my rage. The little street fighter thinks he's a tough guy, but in the end, weight and muscle always win out. I wade through the shallow water closer to you and wrap my arm around your head, pulling you closer to as I bend your torso down. "Are you sure you know to swim?", I laugh and shove my knee against your head, twice. The older guy gets his ass finally up and moves to the edge of the pool. "Your turn is next", I scream as turn my attention back to the leather hair. "You didn´t answer to me. How about diving? You know how to dive then?" I lunge on top of you and force your head under the water pinning you with both of my hands.

 It´s 11:45 - Time goes fast when one is busy

SKINMUSCLE

The freezing water chokes my lungs as the Latino slams my head under, but the utter panic of drowning just morphs into a sick, narcotic high. With a violent, steroid-fuelled surge, I drive my skull upward, ramming the top of my shaved head directly into his jaw to break his leverage. The moment his grip slips, I break the surface of the pool, gasping for air and spitting a mouthful of bloody water right into his arrogant face. I grab the edge and haul my dripping, rock-hard body out of the pool, my soaked briefs completely molded to my skin as I stand back on the slick tiles. My chest is heaving violently, a mix of blood and pool water running down my shredded abs.

DREAM BREAKER

After your impact, I open up my eyes only to receive a mouthful of some disgusting liquid on my face. I wipe my eyes and shake the stars out of my head, and I step out from the pool and go after you. "Too late to run now. Your ass will be mine." The bikini daddy is confused about what is going on and stumbles right in front of you, obligating you to stop for a moment. Just enough for me to reach you. I grab you by your arm, pulling you back. "You are not going anywhere. Let's finish what we started." It’s as if the gods of fate are on my side when I realize we’ve stopped right next to your workout gear. Your worn-out gloves are on the weightlifting bench when I reach out with my long arm and grab one of them. “Yours? Why are they so stained?” I chuckle as I slip the glove onto my free hand, still holding you tight in my grip.

I slide my gloved hand under the waistband of your Speedo, gripping your stiff cock. "You like this, don't you?" I shove you toward the pillar behind you and press my forearm against your throat, using my full 140-kg weight to pin you tightly against it. “If you struggle even a little, I’ll snap your windpipe and neck,” I growl as my other hand starts jerking off your already throbbing and thickening cock at an ever-faster pace.

SKINMUSCLE

My cock thickens instantly under his tight, violent grip, throbbing so hard it feels like it’s going to rip right through the wet fabric. I let out a low, breathless laugh against his forearm, my eyes dilated with an unhinged, psychopathic euphoria. The bikini princess is standing just a few feet away, completely frozen and paralyzed with shock as he watches the giant attempt to dominate me. "Is this supposed to make me behave, big boy?" I choke out, the pressure on my windpipe only making my erection harder and my narcissistic pride swell. He thinks he’s breaking me, but he has no idea that this twisted, hyper-sexualized violence is exactly the kind of fuel my steroid-loaded heart thrives on.

I stop resisting completely for a fraction of a second, letting him think his immense weight has me trapped, letting his gloved hand jerk my cock to the absolute limit. Then, with a sudden, explosive surge of raw power, I drive my knee directly into his heavily bruised ribs. I reach up and dig my thumbs deep into his eye sockets, forcing his head back with brutal, lethal intent as the clock on the wall violently spins its hands forward.

DREAM BREAKER

Your knee hits my thick side, trying to hurt my kidneys, but having muscle cushions can sometimes be very handy. I fold in pain and shove my knee into your kidneys as your fingers try to rake my eyes. You reach only my chin, leaving nasty scratches on my skin. I add pressure on your pinned windpipe feeling how your cock is throbbing wilder and wilder in my thigh grip. "Stop fighting back, stop struggling, shoot your load and enjoy", I whisper into your ear as I see the daddy guy, with his pink posers getting all the time closer. "Wait your turn, buddy", I spit on him.

SKINMUSCLE

 My entire body goes rigid against the concrete pillar as a massive, thick load explodes into the rough fabric of my glove, shooting violently against his hand. I let out a choked, ragged gasp into his ear, my chest heaving as the euphoric rush of the orgasm mixes with the suffocating lack of air. I stop trying to scratch his face and instead drop my weight, sliding my slick, sweat-coated torso just enough to break the angle of his forearm on my throat. With a brutal, desperate swing, I drive the heel of my palm straight upward into the bottom of his jaw.

FREAKER

I watch these two idiots destroy each other from my spot near the pool's edge, my posing brief riding up uncomfortably. There's this nagging sensation—like I've been here before. Like I've already slipped on these wet tiles, sent sprawling by that Latino giant's bulk. Everything feels slowed down, underwater. My throat burns. Phantom fingers pressing into my windpipe, though no one's touching me. I rub it, confused, watching the clock tick toward noon with a sense of dread I can't explain. I didn't get my cardio in. Another kilo I'll never lose. That frustration hits me—this obsessive need to burn calories,—and I realize with a chill that I've felt this exact desperation before.

Then I see it: the skinhead crumpled against the pillar, neck bent wrong, eyes glassy. Dead. And the flamenco dancer—Dream Breaker—covered in cum and blood, his jaw swelling, staring at me hungry. He starts moving. Fast. Instinct takes over. As he lunges, I snap my leg up, my heel catching his crotch hard. He doubles over with a guttural groan, and I don't wait. I'm on my feet. I bolt toward the gym interior, desperate for cover, for anywhere to hide. The sauna. The wooden door. I can almost feel the steam already.

DREAM BREAKER

 I slide my gloved hand out of the Skin´s wet speedo´s when his hand is approaching my jawline fast. I shove my knee into his groin making him fold and move the course of his strike that hits my pec. "Told you not to struggle leather hair!", i murmur, pull out the cum-soaked glove from my hand forcing it into the open, moaning mouth of the man. "Feel your own taste", I chuckle as I force the glove deeper into his throat with the help of my fingers. His eyes are bulging from the sockets as he tries to gag for air. "Let me help you," I grin and hit my elbow into his Adam´s apple until I hear that dry cracking sound when his windpipe collapses.

I turn to look at the horrified face of the daddy man as a sudden pain hits my groin, fast spreading through my lower abs all around my body, taking me eventually down onto my knees. "You fucker! Why the hell you did that?", I shout but he is not listening to me anymore as I see him entering the sauna. "What a stupid move, he has no escape from that steamy room". Hearing Skin making some last weird sounds behind my back, I stand up and without any rush enter the sauna. "Hello daddy, i think you and I need to have a friendly talk".

FREAKER

 Time itself has gone mad today. Evening is already falling and yet I feel like I've barely stepped out of that elevator, barely been pushed to the ground by that asshole who has paella in his head instead of a brain. Fuck, I'm going to lose that kilo. The heat is suffocating and there's no way to block the door from the inside. No way that steroid-loaded heavyweight is going to massacre me in turn. I search for a weapon. I find a wooden bucket filled with cold water. And suddenly he's there, his mass completely filling the doorframe. My blow to his manhood has only enraged him further. He reeks of cum and blood. He wants to talk to me... Why did everything seem familiar just a few minutes ago and now I feel like I'm living a different scenario. I don't take the time to think. Only attack can save me. I need to clear the passage, to run back to that damn box, to regain the hotel lobby. I grab the handle of the bucket, heavy with the litters of cold water it contains, and I swing it left to right to strike him in the face. The water pours out around us producing steam. The operetta Latino is now nothing but a dark mass in the fog.

DREAM BREAKER

Pink Pants made a stupid choice by trying to hide in the sauna, and now he wants to get out of there at any cost. I have to admit the guy is resourceful using a heavy wooden bucket as a weapon, but somehow, I saw that coming and manage to dodge his approaching blow just as my foot leaves the ground, and like a soccer player, I line up a penalty kick at the pink posers. The ice-cold contents of the bucket spill over him as my foot strikes its soft target. I take a step back to avoid any possible surprise attack from him and laugh out loud until my attention is drawn to the clock on the sauna wall. “How is it possible that it’s already 6 PM?” I wonder, staring at the clock face.

FREAKER

My blow fails miserably. A cascade of water falls on me, instantly cooling my sweat-covered body. It feels good in this steam room, but my relief is short-lived when an intense burn shoots through my entire body, from my groin to my chest. I have the wind knocked out of me. The castanet player has confused his instrument with my balls. If he's as skilled at clacking the two shells of the instrument as he is at striking my private parts, he must be a virtuoso. I fall backward, sitting on one of the wooden benches. I take a moment to absorb the pain, then climb on the bench and leap at his throat. My arms tighten around his neck. My feet wrap around his waist. I'm stuck to him like coral to its rock. My teeth sink into the flesh of his muscular shoulder while the muscles of my limbs squeeze this powerful body to break his neck and back. My cock, pressed against his concrete abs becomes hard as steel to challenge them. I feel pre-cum trickling over my glans. And what the fuck why is it now almost 10 pm

DREAM BREAKER

 Pinky Daddy's posers are not able to cover his cock any longer as it pokes out against my abs, spitting something sticky that spreads around my body. For a short moment I smile, imagining how funny it must look from outside. His hands are trying to strangle me and snap my thick neck, while his legs are coiled around my core, probably trying to crush my ribs. But I have other plans. I clap my giant palms twice on his ears, ringing them the best I can as my forehead enters his daddy's face over and over again. His hold of my core and neck loosens, and his body gets limber, all except that spitting cock that only seems to be expanding. Placing my hands around his hips, I lift his body up and applying sort of a belly-to-belly Supplex, I throw his body above my head, far behind my back. He hits his head on the steel corner of the sauna heater, filled with fist-sized rocks. A nasty cut in his temple is bleeding on the hot stones, filling the room with the scent of steaming, coppery blood. Memories of my childhood come to mind, when morcillas were made next door. 

The man writhes involuntarily in his unconscious state, while another delicious aroma fills the sauna: the scent of grilled cochinillo makes me hungry. I watch the spectacle for a moment longer as the pink daddy’s body finally becomes a lifeless mass of roasting meat. “Damn, I’d better hurry if I want to eat anything tonight, because it’s two minutes to midnight.” I step out of the sauna as the room starts spinning... “What the fuck is going on here...”

DAY 3

FREAKER

The elevator box finally jerks to a halt at the gym and pool level. That short ten-floor trip had been absolute hell—crushed against the wall by some geriatric couple and their mountain of luggage, their elbows digging into my ribs while they argued about dinner reservations. The overhead light flickers one last time, buzzing like an angry insect. Six o'clock. Exactly. Some old bastard starts screaming at me the second the doors open—something about how he's reserved the whole fucking place, gym and pool and sauna, and I'm not supposed to be here. He storms past me toward the water where some other idiot just cannonballed in, nearly soaking my posers with chlorinated spray. By pure instinct, I find myself hugging the wall, keeping my distance from the rippling surface.

Then the big guy —Latino, massive, probably one-forty kilos of muscle and attitude. He brushes past me close enough that I can feel the heat radiating. He tries to shoulder me onto the wet tiles. But something weird happens—this sudden premonition, like I've done this before—and I shift sideways without even thinking. His momentum carries him forward into nothing, and he goes down hard, crashing to the ground with all his weight, skidding across the deck. From the pool, the skinhead bursts out laughing, shouting some insult in broken Spanish about fat dancers losing their balance. I freeze. I *know* these two. The thought hits me like a gut punch, but when I try to grasp why—how—I could possibly recognize a shaved-head psycho and a Latino giant I've never met, there's nothing there. I glance down at my watch. Seven o'clock already.

DREAM BREAKER

 "These fucking brainless jerks working on this hotel, I should castrate them one by one," I say to myself as I step out of the sauna after hearing some fucking noise from the pool. And that´s not even end of the story: In the final stages of his bodybuilding career, a guy with funny pink posers steps out from the elevator entering into the gym as if it was his. There's a guy in the pool who looks like a seal, splashing around loudly and not even trying to behave. Definitely one of those guys who pees in the pool. I spread my broad shoulders and stride toward the rubber-headed guy, shoving the poser daddy aside, but he dodges at the last second, and I slip on the wet tiled floor, sliding on my stomach all the way to the edge of the pool. Embarrassing, but if anyone dares to laugh, I’ll rip his balls off and wipe the smile off his face. I get to my feet, staring at the hairless man in the pool. “Come here and say it if you have something to say. You probably don’t even have the balls to do that!” I yell furiously and glance at the clock behind the pink daddy. “Damn, it’s already half past eight.”

SKINMUSCLE

The clock hits 8:30 a.m. with that familiar, violent glitch, and the instant the Latino giant wipes the water from his face and glares at me from the edge of the pool, a massive surge of pure, narcissistic euphoria rushes through my veins. The loop has reset! Day 3, and I remember every single detail—the taste of my own glove shoved down my throat, the dry crack of my windpipe, and the absolute chaos of this basement. The giant and the bikini princess are hopelessly lost in the script, their steroid-fried brains struggling with heavy déjà vu.

My cock swells rock-hard against my tight briefs right there in the water, throbbing with a sick, sadistic adrenaline rush. He wants me to come out and say it to his face? He wants to see if I have the balls? "You look a lot heavier on your stomach than you do on your knees, big boy!" I shout, my voice bouncing brutally off the concrete walls as I swim with powerful, aggressive strokes toward the ladder. I walk right past the confused bikini princess, totally crowding the Latino giant's space, chest-to-chest, letting my dripping pool water smear against his thick, sweaty pecs. I look right into his eyes, a menacing, unhinged smirk on my face as I flex my pumped biceps. "I'm right here. Let's see if you can handle me today, or if I'll have to put you right back to sleep"

FREAKER

 I first feel an enormous weariness wash over me. The impression of an eternal recurrence, the same exacerbated masculinity problems. Then I don't know, this weariness transforms into anger when I see these brain-dead morons hurling insults at each other—one in the water, the other ridiculously sprawled on the ground with two ass cheeks like real watermelons, the hollows of which could easily park a bicycle. Finally, I'm overcome with blind rage when I think about the one kilo I need to lose before the competition weigh-in. The two idiots are now face to face. Each one puffing up their muscles to impress the other. It looks like a mating display. My cock stiffens in my brief (which are purple, you bunch of colourblind assholes). I walk toward them with a determined stride. I suddenly feel powerful and invincible. I grab the paella-gobbler and the brainless skinhead by their necks, squeeze and pull them slightly backward. Then with one violent, sharp motion, I send their two empty heads—barren as the Gobi Desert—crashing together in a bloody, destructive kiss. It is 9 and i have one hour left tp train before breakfast.

DREAM BREAKER

My forehead hits the top of the skull of that rubber head, and his forehead hits my jawline. I get dazed for a moment as I push him away from me, finally turning to look at that Daddy guy next to us. He has an annoyed look on his face as he is bouncing his pecs to us. "What the hell is going on here?" I ask to myself, trying to figure out who to face first, the pale guy or the guy with old-fashioned posers. I push the skinhead behind me as I rush closer to the Daddy figure. "What the fuck is your problem, little granny?" I am not staying to listen to his answer as I aim a direct blow, aiming between his pecs as my knee is already on its way into his abs.

SKINMUSCLE

The headbutt dazes me for a fraction of a second, but the metallic taste of blood in my mouth just brings back the memories of the previous loops with a vicious clarity. I know exactly how this goes—the old bikini princess gets a sudden surge of bravado, and the paella-giant tries to reclaim his dominance. But I am the only one who truly knows the rules of this basement. I anticipate his next movement, shifting my weight on the wet tiles to recover my balance instantly. I don't give the giant the satisfaction of a clean fight with the old man. Just as his fist and knee are about to connect with the bikini princess's torso, I explode forward from behind. I drive my entire hundred kilos of hard, dry muscle straight into the giant's exposed ribs, using the momentum to crash both into the concrete pillar. The wall clock is already blurring, skipping through the hours as the violence escalates. "Not today, big boy," I growl, my fingers clawing for the giant's throat to flip the script before he can even think about grabbing my workout glove.

FREAKER

 The little shaved-head shit saved my ass. I don't know why I suddenly have a craving for a plate of grilled meat. I chase that image from my mind. Objective: lose that fucking kilo. And get rid of these two moronic bodybuilders. They've become one single body crushed against a pillar. There's a working glove on the ground. Without thinking, I pick it up, put it on, and with a wide swing I send my fist into the pseudo-Nazi's ass, spreading his cheeks, plunging into his hole, tearing his anal canal, burying myself in there up to the elbow. I watched that piece of shit's body convulses, his glute muscles squeezing to make me exit his ass.

DREAM BREAKER

howl on the floor. That rubber ball has crushed some of my ribs and is now trying to crush my windpipe too when all of a sudden he starts to scream like some fucking ape into my ear and moves his nasty fingers out of my throat. I roll to the side and feel the killing pain in my side. But soon I almost forget the pain when I see the pale guy writhing around, his body shaking, almost convulsing when the poser Daddy is literally fist-fucking him. The weird thing is that the skinhead seems to like it judging by the visible boner in his speedos. I am not going to attack the poser princess, not yet, but focus on the leather hair first, sending a nasty heel kick from the floor into his bulge, trying to crush those, probably shaved balls. "I told you to stay away from MY GYM"

SKINMUSCLE

The burning violation of the glove tearing into my flesh is a blinding, agonizing shock, but my twisted, loop-fried brain instantly translates the trauma into a supreme, narcotic high... my body convulsing violently against the concrete pillar as the old man buries his arm inside me. Even as my intestines rupture, my erection surges back to maximum thickness, straining brutally against the wet fabric of my briefs. I know this glove. I know this exact pain from the previous day. Before I can even process the agony of the bikini princess' fist, the Paella big man heel connects cleanly with my crotch from the floor, a sickening crunch that shatters my balls and sends a wave of pain and paralysis straight up my spine.

FREAKER

The skinhead is now nothing but a 100 kg mass crushed by pain. My fist tears his entrails; his balls reduced to a bloody pulp. Only his cock seems still alive, rigid and dripping with a mixture of blood and precum. I wrap my arm around his throat. They say hanged men ejaculate; I want to verify. I hoist him up by the neck and chin. His legs flail in the air. My arm sinks even deeper from the weight of his muscles. Impaling him, tearing his guts and stomach. I press on his Adam's apple with all my strength. My muscles engorged with blood from the effort, my streaming sweat highlighting every muscle, make me hard. I feel the bones under his skin crack, his flesh becoming soft under my pressure. Suddenly he's nothing but a dismembered puppet. I pull out my arm soiled with shit, blood and bits of flesh and throw him into the pool. "Go take a dip, asshole." Then I turn toward the wounded bull, to continue the corrida.

DREAM BREAKER

The broad smile on my face gradually fades, eventually giving way to horrified admiration as I watch the skinhead before me transform from a muscular hooligan into a pale, blood-stained leather puppet. The man’s screams and howls end shortly after his cock sprays a mixture of semen and blood recklessly over me with every thrust of Poser Daddy’s fist. Blood also drips from his mouth onto his pale chest, which eventually collapses into a heap. The sight makes my cock swell and throb against the fabric of my compression shorts, and then it’s over. I start to get up from the ground, admiring the pink princess and the boner visible through her little poser outfit. “Incredible performance, friend. My apologies for being a bit grumpy at first,” I try to sound conciliatory.

FREAKER

 I am seized by a madness I cannot explain. Everything around me seems caught in the same frenzy. I see the clock hands moving at a crazy speed, hours becoming minutes. Then I remember. A burning sensation, the smell of grilled flesh. And the image of the Latino using my body for a barbecue. He smiles at me, speaks to me, but I hear nothing. A barbaric howl escapes my mouth. I rush at him. One hand crushes his balls, the other smashes against his face. Using my momentum, I slam him against the blood-soaked pillar. I drive my fingers into his eye sockets. A thick liquid pours from his eyes, a mixture of blood and something else. I have a grip like a billiard ball, and I smash his skull against the concrete. My rage multiplies my strength. I feel his seed flow over my hand. I bash his head against the edge of the pillar. I hear bones shattering, his eyes emptying. But this death is too gentle... Suddenly I remember the Sauna.

DREAM BREAKER

You are not ready to make peace with me but instead surge on me just as I get up onto my feet. My rock-hard cock is a big traitor when it starts to throb almost immediately above your hand when you snap a grab of my big balls, digging your digits into them. POP, POP. They are not my balls that explode but my eyes when your free hand's fingers sink deep into my skull making me blind instantly. POP, POP.. now it´s the time of my nuts to turn into pulp and release my last load on your hand. I scream, I howl, and I roar like a lion, feeling how you push me backward until my head receives a strong impact, my skull breaks, and all goes black as I collapse onto my knees, close to losing my consciousness.

FREAKER

My fingers sink into your open skull and I pull you with me toward the sauna. You stumble and fall to your knees on the ground. I drag you behind me like a sack of potatoes. My hand is sticky with your foulness. I throw you onto the sauna floor. Everything comes back. My body slowly burning. The horrible pain returning to haunt my skin. I open the furnace. The heat is intense and my body streams with sweat. I see the intact jump... Yes, it was at the same hour, a memory from another day.

I drive my fist between your two muscular watermelons. I slide deep inside you to widen your channel, to tear it. I twist from bottom to top. I pull my arm back out covered in your excrement, your blood, your entrails. I see a small metal shovel on the ground. I plunge it into the burning coals. I slide it into the gaping orifice that now serves as your asshole. An atrocious smell of burning flesh spreads. You come back to consciousness screaming. You convulse. I pour a second shovelful of coals. I step out of the room leaving you to consume yourself from the inside. The hand of my watch moves slowly. 9 o'clock strikes and everything dissolves around me.

EPILOGUE :

 DAY 5

FREAKER

The pump room is always my favorite moment during a contest. All those guys with their muscles pumped to the max, tanned, gleaming under the lights, sweating, still trying to increase the power of their musculature, excite me to the highest point. The air is moist and heavy, filled with the smell of alpha males. 

Today, I have seen few guys capable of beating me. I do not need to use my last energy pumping up my muscles. I beat them all in mass, in definition. The image the mirrors send back to me proves it. My victory will be nothing more than a formality. I settle apart from the others, near a column. My cock is hard, ready to cum. All this testosterone is an aphrodisiac to me. Then suddenly, I see them.

 One is a giant, Arab or Latino. He must be around 130 kilos, maybe more. He towers over all the others in size and mass. Not far from him, there is a young guy, somewhere between a skinhead and a punk. He is lighter, but his body is perfect, every muscle defined and explosive. They seem to know each other. In any case, they do not take their eyes off each other. They seem familiar to me too. But why? Maybe I have read an article about them, or heard people talk about them. Now their eyes are fixed on me. Of course. I am the closest thing here to a god of muscle. I place my hand openly on my hard cock. Who knows, maybe we can fuck after the contest. 

I am on stage, smiling, sweating, exhausted. My victory was only a formality. I have one more trophy that will join all the others on the shelves of my private gym. But above all, I have a check big enough to allow me to become even bigger.

 Now all that remains is to choose the overall champion. I have not really followed the contest, but when I step onto the stage, my two rivals are there: the Latino giant — I now know he is of Spanish origin — and the other one, the shaved-headed guy. The announcer introduces us, and we launch into a fierce posing routine that very quickly becomes brutal. Especially the shaved-headed guy. He is determined. He digs his fingers into my shoulder to take my place in front of the jury. He elbows the paella-eater in the abs — I have heard that nickname before — to interrupt his pose. The jury deliberates. Now our eyes are tense. We are streaming with sweat, all our senses sharpened, our muscles swollen with blood. 

FREAKER, overall champion. Of course. One more trophy, one more check, kisses from the hostesses…

Then the pose for the photographers. That is when an atrocious pain invades my groin. The castanet player is playing with mine, crushing my balls, unsatisfied with his defeat. In front of me, that damn thug is holding my trophy, ready to smash it straight across my face. I just have time to duck, and the Latino takes the blow instead. Suddenly, everything blurs. The audience disappears. The walls move like a fata morgana. I hear a clock ringing…

DAY 1

The elevator was going down slowly. Too slowly for my taste. I hate being locked inside these narrow boxes, especially with my build. The mirror reflected my 115 kilos of dry muscle, close to my contest weight, ready to face other bodybuilders who had come here to Torremolinos for the European Bodybuilding championships. The box stopped with a brutal jolt. An elderly couple with their suitcases forced me to press myself against the back wall. I saw their surprised looks. That is the effect men of my size have on people. It was still early. My watch showed almost 6 a.m. Time for me to start my training, lose ….

THE END ?????????????

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