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Breeders: New Gay Adult Game On Steam!

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1391630/Breeders/

The game focuses on turn-based combat, strategies, customizations, collections. It's like pokemon. But dirty. The beasts you can capture are humanized versions of mythical creatures.

Just fixed a save-game bug in Prisoner Breaker (Steam)! Thanks to many of you who have showed me where the bug is! Please let me know if it still creates problems.

As many of you have noticed, I had to modify my Patreon page heavily. Unfortunately I can't be posting kinky posts right here on Patreon. However there might be some workarounds.

I'm again posting on my Twitter, so those of you who want a daily dose of that can check it out.

In terms of games, I just finished a Steam Game focused on ballbusting, and it's now in store waiting to be released. I'm working on a prison themed game right now, I will be updating you on the progress!

Due to the regulations, I can't be providing you with easy links on here, so unfortunately you'll have to do a google search. :( Sorry about that!

Hi dear supporters, I've checked out twitting sexy pics + mini-stories on Twitter, it works well so far. And it serves as a form of advertisement for my Patreon page. So I will be queueing up a lot of the pics+mini-stories up on twitter, make sure you follow it! :P

https://twitter.com/DodoAaron

As for the Patreon page, I will use it to post longer stories that simply doesn't fit in a tweet. Note that since I still have a bunch of posts queued up here on Patreon, this transition will take a little while. But even after the transitioning, there will be content updated frequently on both Patreon and Twitter. So keep checking my Patreon page, but just add my Twitter to your watch list! :P

Some of you might be interested in my game-developing progress --- I'm working on them I promise! :P It just takes a bit of time since I'm constantly trying to aim higher in terms of quality and new explorations.

Another update! You can find the game on Steam (global version, and turn off adult filter)!

- Bug fixed with sometimes not been able to visit a few locations during the day
- Added Mac English version
- Added 1 bonus (group) scene/event/ending
- Added 4 side characters + story arcs so you can always be pleasantly surprised when venturing into an unintended room
- Added "party" function at night, acting as a gallery for side characters

Dirty Education was one of my best received games. It is a gay, muscle, furry hardcore game. Since Steam's new adult filter policy late last year, they now allow uncensored adult games up there. So I've beefed up "Dirty Education" and put it up there!

Compare to the previous version, Dirty Education 2.1 has 1 more puzzle type, 9 instead of 4 main characters, bonus scenes, and a lot more extra events/functions alongside some quality of life improvement. I also have plans to update it even more, for example introduce some side encounters.

Below is the link:

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1018040/Dirty_Education/

Part of what I do is to write mini-stories that are inspired by adult pictures, previously hosted on tumblr. As many of you know, tumblr is no longer adult-friendly, which has been quite a bit of hassle for us all. Luckily, I have most of my 3000+ posts backed up, and will be posting them here! But it will still take a bit of time so please bear with me (format is different etc).

Mr Tundra abused.

Mr Tundra getting bred.

Shadow gang fucked.

Shadow getting fucked.

Benny being used.

Benny getting plowed.

Coach Cliff getting fucked.

Coach Cliff getting fucked.

Coach Cliff getting double fucked!

Shadow Wallpaper.

Mr. Tundra Wallpaper.

Coach Cliff Wallpaper.

Kenny Wallpaper.

Benny Wallpaper.

Benny Wallpaper.

All the meat.

ALL the ass...

Shadow in all his glory.

Mr. Tundra in all his glory.

Coach Cliff in all his glory.

Benny in all his glory.

Another animated Kenny in different undies.

Kenny in different clothing... Animated!

Here is Kenny in different clothing!

Finally, another game! This one took a bit longer because I have to draw an entirely new art set instead of building on previous ones...

http://gamcore.com/games/dirty_education

Description: Kenny's hormones are kicking in, so he has a hard time concentrating and his grades are failing. He decided to go to a special summer camp full of big beefy men, and they proudly use sex as part of the education. This game is a combination of puzzle solving, visual novel, and RPG.

For your convenience: here is the entire book!

https://www.dropbox.com/s/hmxryqeuxa9f741/Thief.pdf?dl=0

~~ Act 20: June 2009 ~~

The same road back home, boring. As the sunlight scattered on the pavement through thick leaves that chuckled overhead, an early summer heat was starting to set in.

Danny sighed as he dragged his feet on the pavement. One step. Another step. He had to go to summer school, because his grades were atrocious. He would most definitely need to repeat Grade 12 again. But this wasn’t the sole reason that he was feeling the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

He was seventeen. His voice had changed. His cock had grew much, much bigger. Yet despite all these, his was still short. And no matter how hard he was lifting, how much whey protein he drank, he simply could not get any bigger. Years ago, whenever he felt humiliated and anxious about his small size, he would tell himself: it’s OK, you’ll grow, you’ll get bigger, you’ll become a real man soon. But now, every day brought diminished hope, as the boy had finally had to face the possibility that maybe this was it. This was all it would ever be. He would never be able to grow out of it.

He had been spending summer school with his neighbour, Nick. So they had finally gotten closer from being locked up in the room doing problems that neither of them understood. But somehow Danny always felt that it would not last: how could it? Just look at that big muscular blonde stud. A football player, the biggest student in the school, those huge pecs would almost rip the shirt apart every time Nick moved. The blonde stud was always surrounded by either other popular jocks or flirting chicks. He was a man’s man, destined to become a buff muscular hunk just like his father. Just like both of their fathers.

Danny sighed again. That’s why Nick had ridiculed him in childhood, that’s why they never got close even though they were neighbours. That’s why later, even though Nick no longer ridiculed him, Danny would still only be able to stare at that muscle jock in awe, admiration, and jealousy as he kept his distance.

Talking about fathers, Danny’s own dad wasn’t any help either. Danny’s dad was a big beefy muscular hunk, and he had always told Danny: be a man. Despite this grudge, Danny secretly looked up to his father in every way. Even the part where the big muscle man threw dirty socks everywhere and bump carelessly into furniture, breaking them through his sheer size and strength. But the more he longed for it, the more clearly he realized that he didn’t have it. Every single day, Danny felt like he was disappointing everyone around him. Oh, how he wanted to become like his own father, or Nick. How hard he had tried, despite always publically claiming that “size doesn’t matter” and “physical things don’t define a man”. In fact, the more he covered up his insecurities using seemingly righteous arguments, the more he felt like a complete fake and loser: because he couldn’t not want what he want. He couldn’t not know that he wanted it.

And recently, as he masturbated in his room at night, images of Nick taking a shower in the locker room or his dad walking around naked in the house kept popping into his head. It was as if after a whole life of wanting to become manly like those two, and after finally realizing that he may never be able to, his own subconscious mind had dug a tunnel through to another outlet: if you cannot be like them, be with them. What’s the difference.

Sometimes, survival instinct is a bitch. It does things behind your back.

Lost in thoughts, Danny kept on walking. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of his own house. The boy sighed again as he took out the key to open the door: his mom was off to work, not going to be back until late at night. He himself was supposed to be at school until hours later, but for some reason Mr. Lopez, the hunky math teacher, got a call from the principal and dismissed the class for the day. At this time of the day, Danny’s dad was supposed to be either at work or still sleeping in.

The boy entered his house, took off his shoes and backpack, and was about to go upstairs back to his room when he heard some moaning and groaning in the basement.

Surprised and confused, Danny was stunned in place for a few seconds, trying to make sure what was it he was hearing. Yes, definitely moaning and groaning, faint but sure. What’s happening in the basement? Danny frowned a little, and decided to investigate.

As he climbed down the stairs carefully, the moans and groans became clearer: murmurs of a deep, low, throaty masculine voice, pants, sloppy wet sound as if big slabs of wet meat slaps into each other, these sound got clearer and clearer the further Danny went down. Danny swallowed as he stood in front of the basement door, not knowing what to expect. The boy hesitated, before he finally decided to take a peek through the crevice first.

Almost yelling out in shock, Danny saw a long haired muscle hunk, eyes droopy and dazed, mouth corners curved up lazily into a dirty grin. Messy but sexy beard adorned his handsome face, beneath this handsome face was an incredibly muscular beefy body. Huge juicy pecs, thick muscular arms, clearly carved out abs, firm and beefy glutes, thick tree trunk legs… Danny was in shock as he felt his own huge cock immediately reacting within his own pants. The long haired muscle hunk was grabbing onto something that from this angle, the boy simply couldn’t see. The big muscle man was panting in heat as he thrusted and pulled his hips, seemingly really enjoying himself. The boy stared in awe as he got a glimpse of what was between this long haired muscle man’s thighs: a gigantic veiny cock, the base of which was already covered in thick creamy cum, and the tip was buried into something that was blocked from Danny’s view! Two huge cum-filled meat balls slammed into the unseen object each time the muscle hunk pushed his gigantic cock forward, creating that sound of wet meat colliding.

Danny was stunned. He did not expect to see such an erotic picture right in front of himself. His enormous cock was almost bursting out of his pants. And he remembered this long haired muscle hunk --- with that hair, the gorgeous face and the muscular body, how could he forget. This was one of Danny’s dad’s friends, who’d often come visit. The long haired hunk was always wearing dirty or torn clothes, but Danny simply assumed that he was probably a construction worker, a plumber, or simply one of those hippies.

Danny swallowed, his throat dry, his heart pumping hard, and his mind in a blank. Almost out of instinct, he wanted to see more. More than what this crevice could show him. The boy quickly moved to the other side of the closed door, and peeked into another gap.

This time, Danny saw another man, who was even bigger and more muscular than the first! This man was frowning, wearing a vicious and angry expression, his eyes filled with bestial lust! He, too, was grabbing and pumping his hips into something, perhaps the same object that Danny couldn’t see before. The huge angry muscle man was grunting as he violently pounded his enormous cock forward, anger-fucking whatever was in front of him.

Danny knew this guy too. Again, it was one of his father’s buddies who’d sometimes come visit. If Danny remembered correctly, this big muscle man was a lumberjack. Danny had always been a little scared of him, not because of his appearance alone: his ruggedly handsome face was manly and very attractive, not to mention that big muscular body. But, this muscular lumberjack always wore an impatient and pissed off expression on his face, that the boy simply dared not to even stare for too long.

Danny was already leaking pre-cum, face red, his young mind was completely blank, and his urges took over. The boy was panting slightly from heat, and like any adolescent boy who got worked up into heat, he tried desperately to get a clearer view of the scene. Quickly glancing around, Danny found a chair nearby, so he grabbed the chair as fast as he could, put it before the door, and then stood up on top of it. This way, he could finally reach the top of the door, and peek in from the gap there.

As he did, he was stunned. It was as if his heart, his brain, his entire being, all got hit by a merciless hammer, crushing him into pieces, grinding him into dust.

Between the long haired muscle hunk and the huge muscular lumberjack, was another big buff muscle man, getting stuffed throat-full of cock and clenching onto a huge piece of fuck meat with his juicy muscle ass. Getting fucked in the front and at the back by two big cocks at once, each hole already oozing cum. It was Danny’s dad. It was Danny’s big, muscular, manly dad. It was his idol, who he wanted to become, who he referred to whenever he thought about being a man, whenever he questioned himself for not being up to standard.

Yes his dad, this beefy muscle man of a dad, was squirming and moaning like a complete muscle bitch. Eyes rolled back, eagerly wiggling his beefy body, every inch of his bulging muscle covered full of thick white cum. Danny’s mind was spiraling, the boy was so shocked that he almost stumbled off of the chair.

So much emotions and sensation overwhelmed him. His rock. His idol. Shattered. Suddenly, he felt like his strong manly daddy was stolen from him. Stripped away and exposed. Never to come back again. Had his dad always gotten fucked by these men whenever they visited? Had his dad always been a cock hungry muscle bitch? So why, why, why would he try to educate Danny how to become a man, if he himself was nothing but a muscle slut?! Or… Was this how it was supposed to be? To be so manly that one would fuck with men instead of women? No, that’s ridiculous… Or is it? Yes, yes it is. Look at his dad right now. Powerless. No dignity. No control. Nothing but a muscular fuck toy for some other men to take advantage of. Perhaps his dad had to succumb to being a bitch all because the other men were even more manly, even more muscular, even bigger? It is a dog eat dog world after all, if you can’t top them, then you’d have to bottom. But… No. No his dad was just as big and muscular. But maybe the fact that they were fucking a muscle man as big as Danny’s daddy meant that these other two men were simply more manly in one way or another. Those who conquer the most powerful beast are even more powerful beasts themselves. Was it because of their huge cock? Danny knew that his daddy has got a big cock too, he had always known it, and this was why he had never really considered his own cock “huge” --- it was bigger than his daddy’s after it was fully grown just these past few years, but the difference wasn’t astronomical, so he never thought much about it. But now he was questioning. He had to. He simply could not explain what was happening in front of him and he was desperately trying to make sense of it. In fact, he could see his daddy’s rock hard big cock right now: but instead of being used to fuck a pussy, that big fuck rod was swung violently back and forth as Danny’s muscular daddy got fucked into oblivion. It was oozing cum, fucked to cum.

The shocked and stunned boy would always remember the faces: his daddy’s masculine handsome manly face lost in a humiliating lust, as if he didn’t care about anything else other than taking big cocks. As if Danny had just been willingly abandoned. The long haired muscle hunk’s face was that of an relaxed, chill, careless perpetrator, as if it was not a big deal to break this muscle man into a muscle bitch, to shatter his manliness, to destroy a boy’s image of his father. The muscular lumberjack’s face was that of a sadistic, self-centred, and violent maniac: prideful, arrogant, seeking only to pleasure himself at any expenses. These images burnt into Danny’s head as the personification of men. Sudden, he felt like he had finally known what manliness is. But at the same time, he felt that he had lost all that he had ever known about manliness.

The boy stood there, stunned for minutes. By the time he pulled himself out of the complete shock, he had already came into his own pants, and his eyes were already moist. He felt destroyed. Stolen. Something important was stolen from him. But he didn’t want to let it go, no, not yet. He had to hold on. He had to hold on to the last bit that he still had. But in the back of his mind, somehow, he knew even in this moment that all that couldn’t get their way have to adapt, all that couldn’t adapt have to perish, and all that perished would be reborn once again into this never ending cycle.

Sometimes, survival instinct is a bitch. It steals things behind your back, and then makes you forget that you’ve ever had it at all.

THE END

~~ Act 19: April 2010 ~~

Danny hid in the closet, heart pumping fast, pants down at his ankles. He peeked out from the crevice as he witnessed the onslaught of a muscle hunk by big black cocks, as his hands tirelessly stroke his enormous cock. That huge fuck meat of his was already covered in thick cum, the boy had came more than twice, he had watched the fuck fest in the room for more than two hours already.

“Oh fuck… Oh FUCK ME!!!! Ahhhhh… Stretch me with those big black cocks, PLEASE! PLEASE!!! AHHHH!!! AHH… Mmmmmnnnnnn!!!” A big muscular white man was surrounded by his equals in size, kneeling on the bed completely naked like a true muscle bitch as four big black men take turns fucking his muscle ass. Huge veiny black cocks stretched open the big white muscle stud’s sloppy mancunt, puffy pussy lips forced into thin elastic bands and snapped tightly around those big fuck rods, loose gut meat wrapping around these slabs of wet fuck meat as they got pulled out with each thwarting of hips. The muscle bitch’s droopy eyes were dazed and glazed, his cum-covered face twisted and twitching, the corners of his cum-stained lips curved up into a crazed self-less grin, evidently had his brain fucked right out of him since a long time ago. As he begged for cock, one of the black muscle man mercilessly pried open his lips and thrusted a meaty black cock straight down his throat, bulging out his neck. Yeah the muscle bitch simply moaned in pleasure: he was more than used to this. He was thirsty for this.

“Oh fuck yeah… “ The big black muscle thugs moaned and panted as they used their hunky white muscle bitch for all it was worth in the motel room, covering the bed with thick creamy cum. As the white muscle bitch was gagging on a huge cock and pounded by another, the other two muscle thugs stood beside the bed and kept stroking their own huge cocks, getting hornier and hornier. Finally, one of them couldn’t wait any longer, got down onto the cum covered sheet, slid his big muscular body under the kneeling white stud, and adjusted himself impatiently. Then, the newly joined muscle thug grabbed his own huge cock, and positioned his fat cockhead at the sloppy fuck hole between the big white muscle man’s meaty glutes, where his buddy’s huge fuck meat was already mercilessly pounding in and out! The newly joined muscle thug grunted as he pushed his hips up HARD, using the cum splashing and dripping out of the muscle bitch’s disfigured hole as lubricant, forcing his huge cock into the already stretched asshole!

“Mmmmm… MMMMMMMNNNN!!!” The white muscle hunk squirmed as he was forcefully double penetrated by two big black cocks from behind! As he was stuffed and fucked by three big cocks at the same time, the muscle bitch soon got pounded into a spasm as his eyes rolled back to his skull: his big juicy muscles twitched uncontrollably as cum gushed out from his own throbbing big cock, and splashed all over the abs of the newly joined muscle thug underneath him.

Danny bit his own lips as he couldn’t hold back any longer, seeing the big white muscle man getting not only stuffed from both ends, but double penetrated too, had finally pushed him once again over the limit. Steamy thick semen spurt out from the young man’s cumslit, splashing onto the back of the closet door. Danny felt like he was in heaven, dizzy, ecstatic.

He had known this room for many weeks now. Every week, the muscular white hunk would book this room well in advance, and let the motel staff know to unlock it. He didn’t want any of the big black thugs to not being able to enter due to losing keys. Once Danny had found out about it, the young man simply arrived even earlier than the muscle hunk himself. Hiding in the closet, Danny got to watch the whole show: how the muscle hunk prepared the room, moaning as he stretched his own fuckhole with huge dildos first so it could get right into being mercilessly ravaged once the big black cocks arrived. As Danny watched, sometimes he would think that this was so terribly wrong, everything was so terribly wrong, but he simply couldn’t help but getting incredibly aroused.

His parents were getting a divorce. Yet here he was, watching a big muscle stud getting stuffed by monstrous black cocks. Maybe this was his coping mechanism. Or maybe he was just so fucking horny as he came of age.

Another hour had gone by, and the black muscle thugs were finally done. Grinning in satisfaction and exhaustion, these black men simply pounded fist with each other as if they just underwent a team sport, and then walked out of the room with their cum covered huge pythons still dangling between their legs. Not even acknowledging the big white muscle slut who had by now been fucked unconscious and lying in a puddle of cum. As if that was just a weekly fuck toy, not worthy of being acknowledged. Just a thing.

Completely spent himself, Danny finally opened the closet door as he stepped out. No one else was in the room except that white muscle hunk. A white muscle hunk who was fucked into oblivion as he lied limp on the cum covered bed.

Suddenly, Danny’s eyes welled up with tears. It had been a whole year, and he had watched this so many times. Yet still, no matter how aroused he got, no matter how used to this he had become, there was still a piece of his heart that reminded himself what had been stolen every time he watched this happen. It was as if watching these fuck fests was precisely arousing due to it, like pressing hard into one’s own wound --- it hurts so much, and that’s why you’d do it.

Danny stared at his cum-covered muscle bitch of a daddy, flashbacks of the time they’ve spent together rushed back. Even though now he clearly saw that they were all lies, somehow he was desperate enough to not care. Because within a few month, once the divorce was finalized, he’d lose his dad for good. Perhaps he had already been losing his daddy the moment he discovered what a cock hungry muscle bitch he was, the ultra-masculine fatherly image shattering into pieces. But Danny found himself still trying to latch on, desperately adjusting, shamelessly trying to come to terms with it, all for the sake of not losing his daddy for good. But it was still happening. Guess after all these years, Danny’s mom had finally found out too.

The boy wiped away his tears, tucked his own cum covered huge cock into his pants, and proceeded to leave the room. He needed to get back home before his fucked-silly muscle daddy woke up.

~~ Act 18: August 2010 ~~

Lights were dim, and the music was soft. This shabby little bar was not the best establishment in town, but it would do. Danny had just turned 18, and his parents just divorced. He was drinking a whisky in the bar for the first time, and waiting for someone who he knew visits this shabby bar often.

There was a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t know if he’d like the answers. So, perhaps he’ll just ask the important ones.

“Hey sup dude. They said you’re looking for me yeah? And you’ll buy me a drink?”

A big beefy long haired man swayed his way toward Danny, grinning as if nothing in life matters. Already a little drunk. Perhaps always a little drunk. This big muscular man casually pulled out the stool beside Danny, and without waiting for the boy to answer, helped himself to order a whisky on Danny’s tap. He was wearing a rag-like tank top, stained by dirt and covering nearly nothing, exposing his huge muscles underneath. And what muscles he had, they were bigger than the Greek Gods. On his bottom half he wore dirty and scratched army pants, with untied canvas shoes. It was hard to believe that a homeless drunken man could be this big and beautiful, but Danny knew that this guy was not just drunk, he probably also did drugs, so taking steroids is nothing. The homeless muscle man’s wavy hair flowed down his broad muscular back, and his beard was recently trimmed, probably at the request of a client. His azure eyes were lazy and relaxed, in fact his entire being was lazy and relaxed. Too relaxed. “Sup?” He asked in a husky, smoke-ruined voice. Danny was a little nervous despite already having had a drink, but the second he turned his shy face to face the big muscle man, he was immediately mesmerized by such an unruly, wild, yet incredibly sexy hunk. Indeed, who would’ve thought that this was a man who roamed the alleys. He looked like someone who could sleep in whatever expensive bed he’d like. But on the other hand, perhaps he did sleep in all types of expensive beds --- judging from how casual he was about it, he was certainly more than used to renting his sexy body out. Perhaps his carefree attitude was what got him into this state to begin with, and that was why he seemed to be enjoying it despite all the unpleasantry.

Danny smiled awkwardly. He took out a picture, pointed to a handsome muscle man in the centre of it, and asked: “Do you… Do you know who he is?”

The muscular homeless drunk leaned over to take a look at the picture with droopy eyes, his masculine musk was so intense that Danny felt his heart pumping fast: this guy haven’t taken a shower for a while, and he smelled like a hormonal beast!

“... Oh yeah, yeah I know this dude! We’re good man, we’re like, good good. We’re buddies! What’s his name again?” After taking one look at the big muscle man in the picture, the homeless man burst out in a silly smile and answered without a care.

“He’s… He’s my dad.” Danny swallowed, and said. Obviously the homeless muscle man knew his dad. Danny himself had seen this guy at his house for more than a dozen times over the years. What was a little surprising was that this drunkard couldn’t even remember his name.

“Ohhhhh dude! Yeah I remember now, I’ve seen you when you were little! I think… Whatever. So sup?” The big long haired muscle hunk grinned like an idiot and kept on talking, obviously not really interested in any details.

“I was wondering… If you knew where he is right now. Or how to contact him.” The boy said quietly.

The homeless hunk laughed out loud: “Haha! How would I know man? He’s your daddy. He just comes around once in a while and pick me up. I don’t have a phone dude, or any of that shit, I don’t keep tap on who’s where.”

Danny’s eyes sank a little, but after a few seconds he just nodded in response.

“Look dude, if there’s nothing else then I’m gonna go… “ The super chilled muscle man was about to get up and leave, before Danny turned and asked with a red face: “I have… I have cash. Do you have a place?”

The big muscular homeless man grinned with droopy lazy eyes. That’s more like it. First customer tonight. The long haired man

A few minutes later, the homeless man led the nervous boy into the alleys as his muscular torso lazily swayed left and right. The moon was bright today, but the alleys were dark save for a few flickering lamps. The air was hot and humid, but the homeless muscle hunk’s body heat as well as masculine musk was way stronger, so strong that Danny closed his eyes and let himself get drunk in it as he obediently followed.

This, this must be why. He was starting to get it now.

Finally, the homeless hunk stopped, and turned around, wearing that same lazy and careless smirk on his face. “This good enough for ya? No one comes around here, and it’s not cold out here or anything… Trust me man, it feels good to be doing it out here in the open.” He said casually as his hands moved to the zippers on his pants.

Danny gulped as his heart started to race. The boy looked around anxiously: there were a few piles of straw here, obviously the muscle hunk wanted to fuck him on the hay piles. Danny clenched his fists as he tried to steady himself on what’s to come. He came here to lose his virginity didn’t he? He wanted to try it. He wanted to understand it. Perhaps this would help. Perhaps this was what was supposed to happen when he had finally came to age, the adult world, the world of manly man. He should suck on a big cock, get fucked by a bigger more muscular man, and he should like it. Unlike what he had been told, those were lies, all lies, THIS was what was supposed to happen. A world where the strong rules, a world that is beautiful in its ruthlessness. The real world. He should succumb. He should give up and give in.

The homeless muscle hunk didn’t pay much attention to his young nervous customer. He had seen all types of customers, and even if he hadn’t turned around, this super relaxed muscle man simply don’t give a shit. With a thump, the big muscle man sat down on top of a hay pile, leaned his broad back against the wall, and reached one of his big hands into his unzipped crotch. Then, a big juicy cock was pulled out like a meaty python, cumslit staring straight into the boy’s stunned eyes.

Danny swallowed, feeling pinned to his position. He had already had a few drinks, that was supposed to make it easier. But he was still nervous.

“Dude, whatcha waiting for? Come and get it, this is what you’re after isn’t it? Oh I get it, I get it… No worries bro! I washed it in the washroom before we came out here…” The homeless hunk smirked, droopy lazy eyes still hazy from the alcohol. As he spoke, he started to gently stroke his own exposed big cock, and reached his other hand into his ragged army pant pocket. Moments later, he pulled out a joint, stuffed it into his own mouth, then lit the lighter. “Oh fuck yeah… “ As the muscle hunk leaned his head back and closed his eyes in a bliss, exhaling thick white smoke, he moaned in ecstasy. That big cock started to react very quickly, pumping thicker and harder with every stroke of the hand, soon becoming a giant meat pillar climbed full of thick veins!

Danny was mesmerized. Slowly, the boy kneeled down to the hay stack, inching closer and closer to that musky crotch of the beautiful muscular homeless man. Closing his eyes, Danny felt the heat as that big cock pressed onto the skin of his face. It felt so… Warm. And intimate. The boy started to let loose of himself as he stuck out his tongue to lick at that huge homeless cock. It was throbbing. Danny could feel the pulse against his face and mouth.

“Mmmmmm… “ The homeless man groaned in pleasure as the boy worked on that huge cock of his. It couldn’t have gotten better than this. The big muscle man had always liked this type of jobs. Steroid makes him horny all day every day, so getting paid for having another man eagerly working on his cock, relieving him of the built up pressure? It was all up and no down.

Danny’s mind became blurred as he got more and more aroused. He was now grabbing on that huge fuck meat with both of his hands, licking eagerly on that big manhood for the first time in his life. It tasted good. But what was better, was the thought of himself letting go. As if he no longer had to worry about all the manly stuff, no longer had to be ashamed for not being as big as other men. That must be it.

“Mmmm… Ohhh yeah fuck dude… You’re an natural… Oh fuck man… “ The muscular homeless man moaned in a hoarse whisper as he was enjoying a joint. His droopy lazy eyes were as cloudy as ever, and he was obviously in a lot of pleasure. He had always been incredibly relaxed and casual, but now under the influence of both alcohol and weed, he was as carefree as a pile of muscular meat. Perhaps this muscle man have had it too good his entire life, despite where he dwelled, with his physical power and good looks there was simply no one who had ever challenged him, everyone wanted him. And it showed in his relaxed “whatever” attitude. So relaxed that it bordered on careless arrogance.

The blissed muscle man lazily shifts his eyes down onto the boy who was hungrily sucking and licking his huge fuck meat, and chuckled in a dizzy haze: “Oh yeah… Mmmmm… Yeah I remember now… Damn dude, you got your daddy’s eyes…”

Danny’s body twitched for a bit upon hearing this, his movement stopped for a second. The boy’s closed eyes opened as he was forced to remember what he didn’t want to. Slowly, the boy tried to resume what he was doing, but as he frowned and closed his eyes, he simply could not get the thought of his father out of his head. The father that he had now lost. Probably forever. With the corner of his eyes, Danny saw the lazy careless expression on the beefy hunk’s handsome face. As if nothing matters. As if everything in the world could be summarized into “whatever”. This whatever attitude was denying him of everything he knowingly or unknowingly suffered through. Yes, Danny remembered vividly that this long haired muscle man wore the same lazy and careless expression every time he came to visit his dad too. That image was stuck in Danny’s brain, the boy simply could not get it out.

No. What he was doing now was not right. Or perhaps it was right, but Danny wasn’t alright. Desperately, the boy tried to stay on course: just get it over with. Just do this, and never have to worry about it. Just bite the bullet, don’t think about the pain and the pain will pass before it even hits.

But alas, he couldn’t. No. Another set of images rushed into Danny’s head as his primal bestial urges took over. A fiery, vengeful urge. An urge that got his cock stirring inside of his pants.

Perhaps he should make this muscular homeless hunk care. Perhaps it should go the other way, yeah, why couldn’t it go the other way. He was paying, wasn’t he?

Still holding on that that big throbbing cock, Danny lifted his head and stared up at the homeless muscle hunk. How manly, how wild and untamed, yet at the same time powerlessly stupid and mind-fucked. It would be like taming a beast, wouldn’t it. Taming one of the most powerful, masculine, sexy beast. Merely the thought of that suddenly made Danny feel incredibly powerful and incredibly aroused. The boy panted heavier as he kept on staring at the heavily drugged muscle hunk, who was still blissfully unaware of the change in the atmosphere.

Danny swallowed again. His eyes have changed, as if a man ready for suicide had decided on murder instead.

“... I… I want to fuck your ass.” The boy said with a shaky voice. But in the alleys, those words were loud and clear.

The dazed homeless muscle hunk slowly opened his eyes, and turned to stare at the boy in disbelief. His reaction was painfully slow, as he struggled to put words together, blinking heavily as if he’d fall to sleep any second: “Dude… Dude… Like… No way man… I don’t… “

“I’ll pay double.” Danny’s voice was more determined now. As he requested out loud, as he heard himself say it, he simply wanted to do it even more. Yeah. Why not. That would be a much better option no matter how you look at it.

The mind-fucked muscle hunk simply stared with his lazy eyes, that mess of a brain hard at work trying to parse a simple sentence. After a few seconds, he simply gave up. Perhaps it was the money, but much more likely he simply didn’t care enough at this point. Either that, or his brain was unable to process the consequences. “... What… Whatever dude… “ The big muscle man simply said as he wore a silly smile, still pecking on his own joint.

Danny swallowed as sweat rolled down his forehead. It was clear that the big muscle hunk was in no shape to resist, and perhaps didn’t even have the simplest will to resist. This big manly man, now a completely powerless muscle toy. It was actually happening.

The boy bit his teeth as he pulled his face away from that still throbbing big cock. One by one, slowly yet steadily, he started to take off the homeless hunk’s shoes, socks, pants, and finally tank top. The big muscle hunk was simply slumping there, letting the boy do whatever to him, not caring about anything but to keep smoking his weed. Whatever. Money is money. Using his own muscular body this way or that way didn’t really matter. Even if it did, it certainly didn’t matter to him NOW.

Grunting, Danny pushed the muscle giant of a homeless man from the side with all his might. The muscle hunk groaned a little, but ultimately rolled over, letting Danny to put his muscular body in whichever position without giving a fuck. It was evident that he didn’t mind being treated like a meaty doll, just like he didn’t mind being used like a meaty dildo or being milked like a bull.

After it was all done, Danny panted a little from all the work. Even with the big man cooperating, it wasn’t easy to move such a huge muscle hunk into position. The boy stood up and took a look at his work: The muscle hunk was now lying face down on the hay stack, knees and elbows on the ground, thick muscular thighs spread out, and that meaty beefy ass raised like a muscle bitch, exposing his asshole right in the centre. Danny started to breathe heavier as he inspected that hole: it was certainly not the first time the hole was used. But it was still relatively tender and tight, because it was not used too often. Many man’s cock have been through this fuckhole, but not nearly as much as the asses that had been plowed by the homeless hunk’s cock. As the boy got hornier and hornier, the muscle hunk simply started to lightly rock his muscular body back and forth as a silly chuckle escaped his throat. He had already finished up his joint, and was now in heaven, not giving a fuck about what was happening or what was going to happen.

Danny narrowed his eyes as he walked up to that pile of messed up muscle. The boy’s enormous cock was now full grown and throbbing, so much that it hurt. It wanted its first pussy. Swallowing again and sweating in excitement, Danny lifted up his enormous cock with both hands, and pushed the big fat cockhead right against the tender pucker in the centre of that muscle ass. Danny trembled a little as he felt the warm flesh of that hole. Then, the aroused boy reached out both of his hands and grabbed onto the wavy long hair of the homeless hunk. This is it, Danny thought to himself. This is when he was going to become a man. Not just a man, but a man that can dominate over other men. Not just any other man, but a big muscular stud! The thoughts quickly riled up the boy’s mind as he sank further and further into a primal heat! He didn’t need to be taught --- the need and want to fuck was in his genes. Grunting and frowning, the boy started to slowly thrusted his hips forward while pulling his arms back! His big fat cockhead puts more and more pressure onto the muscle hunk’s fuckhole, eventually starting to spread it apart! In the meantime, the homeless muscle hunk’s hair was being dragged, forcing his huge muscular torso to straighten up and lift higher!

“Mmmmm… Mmmmmm…” The dazed muscle hunk started to moan and frown. Even in his blissful state, his body instinctively started to quiver as his fuckhole was stretched further and further apart. Soon, due to the dragging of his hair, this kneeling muscle man had to bend his broad muscular back backward, putting him in a nasty position: back arched, ass raised, it was clearly a huge muscle bitch begging to be fucked!

Danny’s young mind was filled up with lust as he watched the muscle hunk in front of him being forced into a muscle slave position. For the first time in his life, he felt an immense pressure closing onto his fat cockhead, pleasure derived not from his own flesh but that of another person. Another man. A big, beefy, sexy muscle man. A powerful man who would in almost all other cases be considered superior in his masculinity. The boy was aroused beyond his own recognition, and with that arousal come an aggressiveness that could not be tamed. Grunting and biting his teeth, the big cocked boy couldn’t wait for that slow penetration anymore --- not that being so inexperienced he would know how anyways. Suddenly dragging the muscle man’s hair HARD and pushing his hips forward HARD, the boy thrusted his enormous fuck rod right into the muscular homeless stud’s gut!

“AHHHHHhhhhh!!!” The muscle hunk screamed, droopy dazed eyes suddenly opening wide in shock, his muscular thick limbs immediately tensed up and struggled, pecs and glutes twitching in extreme pain and pleasure! Even in the drug-induced state that he was in, he could clearly feel his own body breaking, damaged, ruined by a huge cock! That entire humongous cock just ripped open his poor fuck hole, his money maker, and impaled right into his gut! It was bulging out his stomach and crushing his prostate! The sudden intense shock sent this already messed up muscle hunk further into the abyss as he had been confirmed, mentally and physically, as just a musclebound fuck toy that one can freely ruin with a cheap prize.

Danny frowned, eyes dazed and operating purely on raging instincts. The boy continued to yank on the beefy lumberjack’s long hair as he started to mercilessly pound his hips, throwing that gigantic cock in and out of the big muscle man’s disfigured mancunt. His huge cock bulged out the homeless stud’s muscular belly every time it went in, and dragged out the poor stud’s loose gut every time it pulled out! Merely minutes later, the big muscle bitch was no longer screaming, he was fucked so hard that though his mouth was wide open, no sound could escape his throat! His drugged powerless huge meaty body was fucked into a violent back and forth motion until finally, it entered an intense spasm as that enormous cock continued to pound --- the muscle hunk had his eyes rolled back into skull as he was mercilessly fucked to cum!

Danny grunted as he kept on violently plowing the big muscle man’s ass, faster and faster, harder and harder. Splat! Splat! Splat! The sound of wet meat slapping onto each other was so loud that it echoed in the valleys. Temperature rose quickly, and a masculine musk was coming not only from the fucked-silly homeless muscle stud, but from Danny himself as he had entered manhood. Danny was frowning, he was aggressive, he was angry. A lot of mixed emotion combined to make the boy pound this muscle bitch with such cruelty and hatred, as if he’d gladly break this new fuck toy of his! Creamy white seed gushed out of the hunky hobo’s own huge cock, now rendered into a uselessly swaying decorative meat piece as his disfigured pussy quickly became his new default sex organ. How could he have ever imagined that he’d end up like this, being anger-fucked by a huge cocked boy who appeared out of the blue?

Danny rode that muscle ass as if he was riding a wild horse, using the muscle hunk’s own long hair as leash. He was ruthlessly turning a handsome muscular hobo into an irreversibly damaged muscle bitch. The big muscle stud gurgled as he was fucked up and down, up and down, drooling and eyes rolled back, getting his drugged mind fucked into oblivion. But this muscle hunk deserved it. He probably didn’t even know why, but Danny knew. Danny knew that this big muscle man, who was so used to brushing everything off to the side with a “whatever” regardless of the damages he might or might not have done, deserved every ruthless pounding he was receiving right now. Perhaps for what he had done. Perhaps for what his attitude was while doing it.

Before this moment, Danny didn’t plan on destroying this muscle hunk and devastating his manhood. No, Danny didn’t find it possible, didn’t think it was within him. But now all the anger and darkness were rising up from deep inside of him, uncontrollably spilling over, taking control of his every fibre. The more he pounded the muscular homeless hunk, the more sadistic his heart became, the more angry, the more sex-crazed, and the more fulfilled by the very fact that he was completely dominating a man twice his own size. And it felt great. It felt fucking great!

The boy grinned maniacally as he felt himself coming close. The muscle bitch’s ruined fuck hole continuously twitched and clenched around his huge fuck meat as the poor stud got fucked again and again into orgasm! Finally, Danny frowned, shut his eyes, and trembled. As his mind went into ecstasy, his body tensed up, and his temperament went to the extreme! With every strength he had got, the big cocked boy suddenly drove his engorged huge fuck meat forward HARD! His trembling cum gushing cockhead SLAMMED into his muscle bitch’s prostate and BOOM!

“GGGaaaahhhhh!!!” The homeless muscle stud immediately opened his eyes wide, shocked pupils shaking in the centre. His entire huge muscular body went into a spasm as his prostate was mercilessly fucked into an explosion deep inside of himself! That big cock of his violently twitched as it spurt out gallons and gallons of cream, eventually drooping down and flopped to the ground, collapsing like a giant meaty python, never to be able to harden again. He was done. He was destroyed. He was no longer a real man. From now on he could only rely on his sloppy broken mancunt for both sexual pleasure as well as making a living.

The homeless muscle hunk quivered in shock for a few more second as Danny kept pumping hot seed into his gut, and then his big muscular body gradually softened, and this poor destroyed muscle stud passed out. Realizing that he just popped the homeless hunk’s prostate, Danny was ecstatic: it felt so good. It felt so right. If the cute boy could take a look at his own face now, he’d realize how demonic his smirk was. The big cocked boy let go of the muscle hunk’s hair, and that huge muscular torso thumped into the pile of hay beneath him. Staring at this lump of powerless meat, Danny chuckled lightly to himself. He was loving it. Who knew it would be this fun.

Grabbing the meaty glutes of the fucked-unconscious muscle man, with his enormous cock still penetrating the deep valley between those two juicy pieces of ass meat, Danny grunted as he started swinging his hips once again. That was his first time cumming inside a muscle hunk, there was no way that he’d just stop there. By the end of the hour, muscular homeless hunk was passed out on the hay stack, drooling and brain-fucked, powerlessly allowing Danny’s huge cock to repeatedly ravage his destroyed musclebound body at will. His innards were filled with Danny’s steamy cum, his new cunt already droopy and loose, and his beefy body scattered on the hay stack in the most humiliating poses. As Danny continuously changed positions and rode the fucked-silly muscle lion again and again throughout the entire night, his grief of losing his father combined with his fear for the future, mixed in with anger toward the world in general, all accumulated into waves and waves of semen gushing into the broken muscle man, until Danny’s thick cream spurt out from not just that shattered asshole, but also the homeless hunk’s mouth and nostrils! The muscle lion was seizuring as Danny’s excessive cum poured out from every and each one of his holes, his face, his beard, his mane, his muscles, each inch of his skin was covered in steamy man juice as his big muscular body twitched uncontrollably.

At the break of dawn, Danny stood over the cum covered whimpering body of the muscular homeless man, panting, exhausted, just coming out of a hormonal haze as his huge cock dangled between his legs, covered in cum. He had finally lost his virginity, and it was great. It was a glorious and furious several continuous hours of releasing what was pent up inside of him for all of his puberty, it was a relief from the silent pain he had been struggling through for the past two years. Danny grinned like an angel, satisfied, as if he had finally seen a glimpse of hope, by performing the savagery that ended up in a big muscle man’s destruction. It was nothing short of opening an window to a new world: a world where he could rise above it all and be king. He was transformed. Just as the muscular homeless hunk had been transformed.

Before the sun rose up, Danny dragged that fucked-unconscious muscular body of the homeless hunk to a nearby alley. He knew that a few Jamaican gangsters would hang out here. And he was going to visit them next anyways. Why not send them a gift first, not like the homeless hunk who had just been reduced into a total muscle bitch could be of any other use.

He didn’t have to wait long before the gangsters showed up. They were frowning and alarmed at first to find a cute small young man in their territory, but as the boy nervously gestured to the pile of muscular fuck meat on the ground, indicating that this was a gift, the big black men loosened up.

In the morning light, one of the gangsters smoked as he leaned against the wall, having a little chat with Danny.

“Sorry bro, ain’t know nothing about your daddy. Tell you what, you can check with AJ. You gon’ have to get into the mountains though, ain’t no easy ride.” The muscular thug said with a lazy grin. In the background, three of his big beefy buddies were already enjoying the gift, dragging the cum-covered long hair and stuffing the broken homeless muscle hunk with big black cocks in every cum-stained hole. The big muscle bitch whimpered and squirmed, moaning weakly, it was impossible to tell if he was doing so in pain due to being over used, or if he was doing so in pleasure due to being forever fucked into an obedient muscle slut. He’d remain a private fuck toy for these big black thugs for years to come. Every single day, from the moment they woke up, the black muscle studs would take turns to mercilessly plow this new muscle bitch, all the way into the night. And the long haired homeless muscle bitch, having been completely destroyed, would already had his brain fucked out of him, doing whatever nasty thing that his new owners desired, even shamelessly raising his muscle ass and beg for double penetrations from big black cocks whenever he was left without getting fucked for more than a few hours. But that was not Danny’s problem now.

Upon hearing the news about his dad, Danny sighed, and nodded. But at least there was a lead. He had one more man that he could visit before he lost all connections to his father.

“... Well thanks for that fine gift bro. You should go. This ain’t a place for a kid like yourself, not with that cute face of yours and that nice ass, heh.” The lead thug turned to stare at his buddies fucking the muscular homeless bitch, his grin getting dirtier, and his pants getting tighter around the crotch area. Before he started walking toward the fuck fest, he turned around and bid his farewell to the boy.

Danny saw the predatory look in the black thug’s eyes as the big black man commented on his face and ass. Having just dumped all his cum inside of the homeless hunk, Danny was surely not looking forward to go up against four black muscle studs. The boy swallowed, nodded, and quickly turned around. As he walked out of the dark alleys, the sound of that destroyed homeless hunk moaning and groaning got quieter and quieter, until there was nothing but morning bird chirps pouring into Danny’s ears.

Yes, despite everything, it was a wonderful day. It was a day that he had become a man, and had found a way to become even more of a man. Danny smirked as if he had found salvation, however ephemeral.

~~ Act 17: December 2010 ~~

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A big burly muscle man answered the door, half naked with just a towel wrapped around his waist. This muscle man wore a menacing expression on his face, as if he was always impatient and ready to hit someone. The muscle giant eyed the boy standing at the door up and down, frowned a little, and asked in his deep husky voice: “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Danny was shaken a bit, partly scared for his life, partly remembering why he came here in the first place.

He was in the mountains, miles and miles away from home. He found this address through a beefy street thug, and came here not knowing exactly why he’d do so. He remembered this man’s mean but ruggedly handsome face and hulking body though. This man used to be friends with his dad. Perhaps he’d know where his dad was. Because Danny certainly didn’t know, and neither did his mom. After the divorce, Danny’s dad had patted the boy on the head and said “be good”, then left the house. It had been quite a few months already, but Danny never heard from his dad again --- and he wanted to find out what was happening. Perhaps also to escape from her mom at this moment.

His mom was too busy planning her wedding to a black bodybuilder than to pay attention to where her ex-husband was. She didn’t even ask where Danny was going, “a trip to the mountains” was good enough for her. Danny knew that for almost two years now his mom had been secretly bringing that black bodybuilder Wayne home to fuck her, even before the divorce. He had a feeling that the black bodybuilder was just marrying her for money, but whoever is in love is blind. Maybe his mom was in love with that big black muscle man. Or maybe she was just in love with a big black cock. In either case, it was no use trying to stop her, Danny knew this. She was always rushing into things single minded, never have done her homework to research the men she was going to spend the rest of her life with. Not with Danny’s dad, and not with this bodybuilder Wayne.

But enough of that. This trip was about his dad, not his mom. Danny cleared his throat, smiled nervously, and told the menacing muscle giant why he came. Specifically, he was wondering if the muscle man knew where his dad was.

The muscle man was AJ, a lumberjack. As was quickly found out by Danny, this lumberjack didn’t have a pleasant personality or mild temper, not even close. Upon hearing who Danny’s dad was, the hulking lumberjack grunted, frowned, but still opened the door to let the boy inside. “Fucking kids… Always have so many god damn questions.” the muscle hunk murmured as he swayed into his own house, gestured Danny to the living room, sat the boy down, and impatiently threw a can of beer to his friend’s son. There was no way for him to know if Danny’s old enough to drink, but very evidently this was someone who simply didn’t care. Danny gulped nervously. Perhaps this hulking man was not as mean as he looked. But definitely not by much.

“... To answer your question, no I haven’t heard from your dad. How do you even find my fucking address anyways? Did he leave it to you or something? Look kid, he just calls me if he makes a trip into the mountains, or I call him when I’m in your town, that’s it.” The big muscle lumberjack gulped down his beer as he told Danny, trying hard to be patient, but that frown on his face was hard to hide. It was obvious that he wanted to get rid of this problem. Or any problem. Danny simply nodded, still nervous. The poor boy didn’t even know if he should keep on asking, giving the bad temper of the host. Nevertheless, this answer was expected. Expected, but somehow, still brought with it a pain that Danny didn’t quite understand at the time. After a pause, the boy sighed, then lifted his head to ask the big buff lumberjack: “May I stay over for the night? The next bus is tomorrow in the morning.”

The lumberjack frowned, grunted, but after a moment reluctantly agreed. It was obvious that he wanted the boy out of his way as soon as he could, but being the one who lived here, he knew full well that there was at most one bus that pass by this area. It was in the mountains after all.

As Danny lied on the bed in the guest room, he kept thinking about the lumberjack’s answer. He had by now exhausted every mean he could find, but he simply had lost his dad for good. Not again. However bad as a father he was, Danny had long come to term with it, and all he wanted was the minimum, to just have him by the side. But alas, that was too much to ask. Moist eyed, Danny’s thought switched onto the big mean muscle hunk and how he impatiently tried to get rid of the boy. It was as if that was what his dad was doing, impatiently trying to get rid of him. Hurting inside, an anger rose into Danny’s heart. Yet he couldn’t take it out on his dad, could he. He couldn’t even find him. And even if he could, how could he bare to take it out on his own father, however bad at that job the man might have been. So instead, even subconsciously, Danny was taking his anger out on the lumberjack, that jackass of a muscle man. Perhaps he should make that muscular lumberjack pay for all that arrogance. There’s gotta be something. Gotta be something that his temperamental fragile mind would break over. There had got to be a weakness somewhere within that hyper-masculine bastard.

No amount of anger could smooth the scar, however. Now, Danny had to finally be forced into the conclusion that no, nothing happened to his dad. His dad simply didn’t want anything to do with him, didn’t want anything to do with a failure of a son.

At night, Danny was sitting around the fireplace while sipping a beer, lost in his own thoughts. He turned around and saw the lumberjack swaying his way to the fireplace as well. The huge muscle man was already a bit drunk it seemed, but he still managed to have a pissed-off face even as he came to warm up in front of the fire. In the flickering light, this big muscle man looked magnificently masculine. No matter how much Danny hated that cocky and nasty attitude of his, he simply could not deny how attractive the lumberjack looked, how manly, how powerful. Perhaps it was his impatient violent nature itself that somehow reminded Danny what a big muscle man was: a beast under the spell of hormones, a danger to others around them and a danger to himself.

Suddenly, the boy had an idea. An idea in theory. He didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth a shot.

“AJ, I… I have a question.” Danny asked quietly.

“What?” The lumberjack grunted in his deep sultry voice.

“How… How did you build your muscles to be so big?” The boy stuttered with a red face. Partly acting, partly truly embarrassed to be kissing another man’s ass like that.

AJ was stunned for a little bit, and then smirked. The first time that Danny saw this angry muscle man smirk. That alone clearly indicated how much of an egotistical bastard this huge lumberjack was. “I was fucking born like this, kid. Born a giant, stayed a giant.” After arrogantly answering, the huge lumberjack curled his massive right arm and kissed his own enormous biceps.

Danny pretended to be shocked as he gawked at the mountain of muscle in front of him. It wasn’t his first time seeing biceps, of course. But those biceps on AJ were indeed some of the biggest he had seen. “Wow, I mean… Wow… Those are HUGE! You look like a God when you’re posing like that… BIGGER than a God!”

The hyper-masculine lumberjack’s cocky smirk grew into an arrogant smile: “Yeah, fucking right I am! You are not the first one who had said that to me kid.”

“Can… Can you take off your shirt so I can see them better? I’m sorry… I’m just… “ Danny swallowed, and requested with a slightly shaky voice and a red face. Again, not entirely lying, he DID want to see the muscle lion pose nude badly.

The big lumberjack laughed with overflown pride as he gladly took up the boy’s suggestion. By now, AJ was so full of himself that he had completely loosened up. No longer was he impatient or angry. In his eyes, this annoying little boy running around looking for daddy had turned into a weakling running around looking for idols. Not much different, but as the target of the latter was himself, the egotistic muscle man was OK with it. Within seconds, as that shirt was tossed to the floor, a magnificent musclebound body was revealed in the flickering light. It looked even better than in the morning, Danny couldn’t move his eyes away.

“Oh my god you’re HUGE! The manliest of man I’ve ever seen! Those pecs FUCK! … Sorry…” Danny was getting riled up, gawking in awe, but quickly stopped himself as he realized that he had lost control. Red faced, the boy bent his leg and leaned forward, as if to cover up a boner. How much of it was an act and how much of it was real, now even Danny himself couldn’t tell. He simply went with the flow of what his gut told him at this point.

Catching the boy’s reactions, the muscular lumberjack grinned deviously. He felt invincible, as his physique alone was able to arouse this little weak boy. How low of the boy. How magnificent of himself. The fact that the boy was getting hard just by admiring AJ’s muscles made the lumberjack himself a bit aroused too, blood rushed downward into his pants, and the huge meaty bulge grew even bigger. Probably best to let them out for some air. Besides, AJ was eager to see the reaction when this little weakling get to witness his ungodly cock. Who knows, the boy might immediately get shocked to his knees and start begging to be fucked, leading to a great way to end this night.

So the lumberjack simply unbuckled himself, dragged his pants down, and then kicked them to the side. All as if it was nothing, just natural. His movement was fluid and confident, and he didn’t seem to have the slightest bit of self-consciousness as he stood there naked. A huge meaty python swung between his thick tree trunk legs, and two bull gonads the size of fists were dragging the scrotum low. Danny opened both his mouth and eyes wide as he stared at that monster cock, speechless. It was indeed the biggest cock he had ever seen, no wonder this muscle man can be so carelessly confident about his own masculinity.

Biggest cock other than his own, of course.

“Oh… My… God… That’s… FUCK! That’s such a… FUCK! How does it even… “ The boy stuttered in shock as he kept staring at that huge cock. AJ caught the boy’s reaction, and smirked in satisfaction. He kept standing there while that huge cock dangled, and went on to swallow down an entire bottle of beer. This was his seventh tonight, by now he was a little tipsy. Feeling the boy’s admiring stare, the muscular lumberjack started to feel his own huge cock grow. As Danny kept on praising his masculinity, AJ’s smirk bridged over from an arrogant pride to that of an outright sadistic dominance.

“Oh god, your muscles…” Danny moaned as if he was receiving sexual pleasure just by staring at this muscular lumberjack.

“FUCK yeah, my muscles...” AJ nodded as he smirked like a bad boy and stared side to side at his own bulging arms, eyes a little hazy.

“And… And your HUGE COCK!” Danny groaned as if he was having pain just by staring at this hung lumberjack.

“Damn right! My HUGE, HUGE, COCK!” AJ nodded again as he grinned mischievously, looking down at his already fully throbbing giant meat club, and murmuring in a sultry voice. It was as if he was answering the boy, but in fact he was just admiring himself with lust.

Danny watched with eager eyes as the big muscle hunk of a lumberjack got worked up further and further into a bestial heat.

“FUCK I’m horny as SHIT… Hey slut, come over here and I’ll allow your twinky little worthless hands to touch my muscles. If you’re good, you maybe even worship my big fat cock.” By now, the muscle hunk’s voice was dry and husky, his predatory nature had been fully awakened. Arrogantly, still keeping a devious smirk on his handsome face, he ordered the boy to serve him.

Danny swallowed, and then shakily climbed on his all fours to the feet of the muscle giant. Trembling, he started by touching those musclebound thick legs, and then slowly rubbed his hand upward. One hand eagerly went to the rock hard abs of the lumberjack, another started to carefully caress those two gigantic bull balls. AJ simply stood there as he kept his head high, grinning like a god, letting his new sex slave serve him. That’s right, he was the manliest of all. He deserved to be served. No matter how big or buff or hung other men try to be, they’ll never beat him, and they’ll always be inferior than him. This was such an undisputable fact that AJ simply didn’t even need to acknowledge it, his muscles and cock spoke for themselves. And he was never ever challenged in his entire life on those things, everyone who dared to challenge him ended up as whimpering fuck toys. The lumberjack simply KNEW that he’d never get beaten in the categories that defined him.

Danny was now droopy eyed, his shaking hands grabbing carefully at that huge veiny fuck meat of AJ’s. The other hand reached the bottom side of the huge lumberjack’s enormous left pec. The boy whimpered in excitement.

“Oh shit… Mmmm… I’m gonna fuck you so hard you worthless piece of shit… I’m gonna fuck you so hard… Shit I can’t wait anymore… Take off your pants slut!” The muscular lumberjack was in full heat, he frowned as he murmured in a sultry deep voice. Could not wait any longer as flame burn within him, the big muscle giant ordered his boy servant to reveal that living fleshlight, otherwise known as the boy’s ass.

Yet Danny suddenly backed out a bit, red faced, as if he was embarrassed. He hesitated as he put his hands around his crotch, but did not really drag the pants down, as if he was debating heavily with himself.

AJ grinned as he witnessed the boy getting shy. This little guy must be embarrassed by his small cock, now that he had seen what a TRUE big cock looks like. All the other men that AJ had fucked had this same problem: once they’ve seen how humongous the muscular lumberjack’s fuck meat was, they’d all get self conscious. This was their last line of defence. Once AJ force them past this hurdle, they’d truly become shameless and learn their place in the pecking order: rightly pecking on the lumberjack’s huge cock, of course. “FUCK! Get over it kid! It doesn’t matter. Who gives a shit about your tiny cock? It’s just another appendage that’s not even there, forget about it. Small cocked boy like yourself should be using your ass as a sex organ, and I’m gonna... “

Suddenly, the cocky muscle giant’s eyes widened as he jaw dropped. His mind immediately went numb, as if he was hit by a thousand ton hammer. He was at the heist of his hyper-masculine confidence, yet it plunged to the bottom and shattered into pieces! Before him, Danny stood with a grin, pants already dragged down to the boy’s ankles. But the musclebound lumberjack was not looking at his cute face, not at all --- he was gawking at that enormous fuck meat, it was fucking HUGE! Bigger than his own! FUCK! Thick veins climbed all over the meaty shaft, and the cockhead was so incredibly plump that it looked like it was going to burst! And the fact that such a gigantic fuck tool belonged to a small young man meant that it looked EVEN bigger than it already was!

“FUUUCCCKK!!!” The muscle giant cried out in disbelief as his eyes were powerlessly drawn to that huge fuck meat. A big macho man, terrified, broken, in a single second. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! How the… FUCK!!!” The muscular lumberjack’s voice was cracking, tears started to pumped into his red eyes as he suddenly lost the sense of who he was. He grabbed onto his hair with both hands, and then just proceeded to walk aimlessly left and right, left and right, eyes staring into emptiness as he repeatedly yelled out in agony and confusion.

Danny simply stood there and watched the muscular lumberjack went into a frenzy. He grinned sadistically. He had found the big muscle man’s weakness, lured it out, and mercilessly stepped onto it, breaking it into pieces. Turned out that every big muscle man have this weakness, and the bigger they are, the more broken they’d get. Danny smirked as he suddenly felt a weight lifting off of him.

“Hey AJ, didn’t you say that whoever have the smaller cock, would make a better fuck toy?” The boy grinned at the berserk musclebound lumberjack.

The huge muscle man stopped in his tracks, his mind was a complete mush by now as everything he had ever known had just been destroyed, and now he was nothing. Desperately hanging on to a new thread of identity, he thought: that’s right. Whoever have the smaller cock would make a better fuck toy. That’s right, this rule still stands. It was something that he believed in before, and something that he can still believe in now. Simply needed to make some adjustment on himself. Danny stared viciously at the stunned muscle man, enjoying having this muscle giant being a complete puppet at the boy’s disposal simply by skillfully devastating his self-worth. “And didn’t you say that the fuck toy’s cock is just another useless appendage, and his proper fuck organ would be his ass?” The boy kept on pushing. Eyes empty, AJ slowly nodded into thin air, murmuring with shaky lips: “Right… I’m the fuck toy now… And my proper fuck organ is my ass…”

“Fuck toy! Look at my cock!” Suddenly, Danny yelled out loud, attempting to bring the muscle hunk’s attention back to his own cock! AJ instinctively turned around, and once again his shocked eyes were glued onto that huge throbbing dick between Danny’s legs, driving the point home: This cock was bigger than his. This little boy was more a man than he was.

“FUCK! FUCK ME!!! FUCK!!!” The muscular lumberjack’s wide open red eyes were filled with tears of shame, humiliation, and desperation once again! His huge beefy body thumped down, kneeling on the ground, instantly rendered powerless! For a second, he had tried to blame everything that shattered his self-esteem as an illusion: but now as he stared at this humongous cock once again, he had nowhere to hide except to completely absorb in his humiliating defeat!

“What are you?” Danny grinned viciously as he asked in a cold voice. “FUCK! I’m a fuck toy… FUCK TOY! I’M A FUCK TOY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!” The muscular lumberjack, once so arrogant and invincible, was now completely broken as he screamed out loud. It was as if he was trying to make sure that he himself heard it, as if he couldn’t take the torture of self-doubt any longer, he’d rather confirm his state as a muscle bitch instead of continuing his struggle in limbo!

Danny smirked as he walked toward this weeping screaming and trembling pile of messed up muscle. The sadistic boy raised his hand and lifted up the chin of that messed up muscle man, who was shaking and out of himself with tears, booger and saliva climbing all over his red broken face. Once a handsome arrogant man, now a defeated muscular mess. “Get on your back and hold your legs.” The boy ordered as he lifted up the lumberjack’s chin, staring with a malicious grin right into AJ’s empty eyes.

Trembling, the broken muscle hunk simply obeyed. With his muscular broad back rested on the floor, and his powerful arms locking and holding his own thick meaty thighs, he was willingly spreading his muscle ass and exposing his tender hole. He had ordered countless broken men into this humiliating “fuck me” position by tearing up their self-worth. Yet now, he himself was the one repeating history.

Danny kneeled on the ground, grinning, and started to aim his humongous cock at the centre of that shaky muscle ass. What a tight pussy this muscle bitch had. Danny would have to change that.

“AHHHHHhhhhh!!!” The muscle hunk screamed with wide opened eyes, his limbs immediately tensed up and struggled, his huge muscles twitching in extreme pain and pleasure! As Danny PLUNGED into him, AJ could feel his own asshole snapping, stretching beyond the nastiest of mancunts! The struggling muscle man looked down in desperation, and saw his own muscular stomach bulge out in the shape of a meat pillar, and his already agonized mind immediately went numb: FUCK! FUCK! That huge cock would burst him open… It will burst his gut!

Staring at how this humongous cock of a young man was annihilating his muscular body, AJ’s shock went beyond psychological domain. That moment, that image, told him loud and clear that he had been defeated in every single way. He was lesser than the big cocked boy. He was just a musclebound fuck toy, deserved to be impaled and used as the bigger cock pleased. As every nerve within that muscled body went numb, the big beefy hunk suddenly started to tremble violently --- still holding on to his own thick muscular thighs and with a huge cock plunged into his gut, AJ was fucked into orgasm as his mind spiraled into that of a total muscle bitch.

Danny stared down at the once arrogant but now completely broken muscle man, grinned, and started to slowly swing his hips. The big bulge on AJ’s stomach slid down and then back up, the shocked muscle man kept staring at his own belly as his huge body rocks back and forth on the floor, cum continuously leaking out of his own fully engorged big cock. Suddenly, Danny had yet another idea. As the vengeful boy started to thrust faster and harder, he suddenly grabbed onto AJ’s big fuck meat, lifted it up, and then aimed it right at the broken muscle bitch’s wide open gasping mouth! Then the boy grunted as he pounded into the lumberjack HARD, in one single thrust forcing that muscle ass forward so much that AJ’s cum-leaking big cock was pushed into the muscle bitch’s own mouth!

“Mmmmmmmmmnnnn!!!” The muscle hunk moaned in horror as his lips were stretched out by his own big fat cockhead! His cum was gushing out of the cumslit right on top of his tongue, forcing the broken muscle stud to swallow down his own seed as he got fucked by an even bigger cock! Yet even in this unbearable torture, AJ kept holding on and spreading his thick thighs with his muscular arms, as if he didn’t realize there were any other options. His desperate eyes stared down his own nose, and watched as his own cock stuffing deeper and deeper down his own throat! In the meantime, his gut felt like it would explode, his prostate was pounded into oblivion, and his shattered cunt was a complete fleshy mess as Danny’s gigantic meat pillar ravaged it again and again! Barely after the muscular lumberjack had finishing cumming the first time, the handsome muscle stud started to roll his eyes back into his own skull while his beefy body trembled again: steamy hot cum once again burst out from his cumslit, forcing the fucked-silly hunk to gulp it down wave by wave, and even that was not enough. His own thick cream suddenly burst out from his nostrils and the side of his stretched lips as AJ started to choke on his own cock!

Two hours later, Danny was panting and sweaty. He had already unloaded himself deep inside of this fucked-up muscle man, and the fucked-up muscle man had cummed into his own throat for god knows how many times. All Danny could see was a droopy eyed, absolutely fucked-stupid, whimpering muscle bitch. His face was covered in his own cum, his huge muscles twitching uncontrollably, and his cunt was destroyed for life. A malicious and almost crazed smirk rose up the boy’s face, as his urges brought him into a bestial rage. He was about to cum again, his mind was filled with the most appalling lust, and he needed to put a nice ending to this muscle hunk’s fall from grace. Suddenly, the huge cocked boy grunted as he PUNCHED his hips forward, at the same time that gigantic cock instantaneously grew in size! The super-sized fat cockhead of Danny’s RAMMED into the poor muscle man’s battered prostate, and BOOM! With that one merciless cock-punch, AJ’s prostate was crushed into pieces!

“Mmmmmnnn!!!” The muscular lumberjack groaned in shock as his own cock immediately pumped out gallons and gallons of semen and blood right down his own throat! Within second, this muscle hunk was twitching in seizure as the boy who fucked him in every way came once again deep inside of him. Soon, his big throbbing erect cock stopped trembling and grew limp. Slowly the sheer weight of that meaty python dragged itself out of the seizuring muscle hunk’s throat and slumped to the side onto his huge pecs, cumslit still leaking out steamy cream. This cock of his, once his pride and joy, would never be able to harden again. He was never ever to fuck another man’s ass again. Even in his most aroused state, which would be whenever he got fucked by a huge cock, AJ’s huge cock would grow into a giant meaty python, but soft and fleshy like a sponge, completely useless except for himself to suck on. Like he said himself, a muscle bitch’s cock is nothing more than an extra unneeded appendage, his sloppy shattered pussy was his sex organ from now on.

Danny was supposed to get on a bus back home the day after. Obviously that didn’t happen, he was having too much fun with the new broken muscle toy. In fact, Danny stayed in AJ’s lodge for nearly two months. Every single day, the big cocked boy would mercilessly plow his brand new big muscle bitch, sometimes from morning till night. And AJ, having been completely destroyed, had since this very first night had his brain fucked out of him, doing whatever nasty thing and getting into whatever humiliating position that his new boy master desired, shamelessly raising his muscle ass and beg for cock whenever he was left without getting fucked for more than a few hours. His favourite pose was kneeling on the ground with his legs apart, his giant python of a soft cock yanked back past his huge balls and stuffed deep inside of his own sloppy cunt, and his fleshlight of a throat stuffed with Danny’s enormous cock to the point of visibly thickening AJ’s muscular neck. Moaning, groaning, this broken muscle bitch would tremble as he cummed into his own gut, self-fucked into a shameless bliss, all the while having his throat impaled by a huge fuck rod that penetrated all the way into his chest.

As Danny finally opened the door two month later, AJ was lying on the cum covered floor in the background. The muscular lumberjack himself was completely covered in cum, twitching on the floor, eyes dazed as if his soul had been fucked right out of him, drooling like a big muscular zombie. “Fuck… me… “ In a weak hoarse whisper, the muscle bitch kept on repeating, as his shaky finger’s kept on playing with his own gaping cum-leaking pussy.

Danny smirked victoriously, stopped for a second, turned back and walked toward the big muscle man lying on the floor with his muscle ass raised up. He paced to the back of the used up muscle bitch, grabbed that huge meaty python laying on the floor, bent it backward past those heavy balls, and STUFF it into the muscle man’s own shattered fuck hole!

“Mmmmmmmnnnn!!!” The soulless muscle bitch whimpered and squirmed with his powerless beefy body.

“You know what? I have a solution. Go FUCK yourself.” Danny grinned as he bid his farewell to this broken muscle man. Turning around again, the boy simply walked out the door without closing it. If AJ was lucky, before he regained his senses hours and hours later, a stranger would come near his lodge and discover a muscle hunk fucked unconscious by his own cock after ejaculating endless times into his own gut. And then the beefy lumberjack would be able to enjoy another man’s cock for a while to come. What a fantastic possibility for a cock hungry muscle slut.

~~ Act 16: February 2011 ~~

The big beefy trucker sipped on his beer as he stared hungrily at the boy from across the bar. What a small and cute pretty boy, probably just turned 18 not long ago --- he’d guess even younger from the look alone, but if that’s the case the bar wouldn’t allow him in. The trucker’s crotch tightened as his breath grew heavier, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to stuff that cute round perky ass full of his own thick juicy cock.

An entire month on the road, that meant an entire month without fucking. The trucker was on the edge, oozing with testosterone and a heavy masculine musk. His big muscular body was hairy, and he had a beard --- naturally, as most men would be after month of not shaving. Briefly, the trucker thought about his wife at home: but his wife wouldn’t be able to take care of his needs NOW, would she. For all he knew, she’s probably shacking up with some big cocked delivery boy while he’s away on the trip. Besides, it wasn’t his first half-year trip into the mountains, and it wasn’t nearly his first time fucking some hitchhiker in the truck or horny biker in the gas station. He’d even paid for cute rent boys at bar stops. Past a certain point of horniness, one simply doesn’t care about what he’s fucking… He would just fuck, fuck, and fuck. Especially one as masculine as this trucker.

The cute boy caught the trucker’s intense stare, and stared back. More than a few seconds, and both men already knew what each other wanted: just the normal. This roadside little bar in the middle of the mountains was parked full of trucks and bikes, really, everyone knew what each other wanted in this place: some wanted money, and most wanted to cum. In fact, in the bar bathroom there are probably several bikers sharing one rent boy right now, stuffing each hole to the max and empty their load again and again into the young lad.

The muscular hairy trucker adjusted his tightened crotch while he kept staring at Danny. Then, he simply got up, paid his tap, and walked out the door. He knew that the cute boy toy would follow.

“Hey.” Danny said, seemingly a little nervous. By now he wasn’t nervous about sex at all, but he was nervous about how these things work. It’s not every day that he gets to go into the mountains, and up until this point he was simply acting on instinct.

“Hey.” The big beefy trucker smirked as he eyed the cute boy up and down, evidently filled with dirty thoughts. “You working here? Or just lonely?” He said in a deep raspy voice as he lit up a cigarette by his truck, lifting an eyebrow to ask the cute boy who very evidently wasn’t too experienced.

Danny was confused for a second, but quickly realized that the trucker was asking if he wanted money for sex. “No, no I don’t work here… I’m visiting a… Family friend. And I missed the bus home. So it would be great if you can give me a ride.” Danny said, still a little nervous because he didn’t know what is the custom with these kind of things.

The Trucker grinned, and waited until he inhaled his cigarette to the full. “Sure thing buddy. I’ll give you a ride. But… You’ll have to let me ride too, that’s only fair right?” The big hairy muscle man grinned as he flirted.

“... Yeah. Yeah of course.” Danny didn’t even think about it before smiling and answering the big guy. After all, that was why he was waiting there in the first place. It was blatantly obvious the moment he walked in there that all these big masculine men were so horny that they’d do almost anything just to get off.

So Danny wasn’t worried even a bit.

The ride would take 2 days, Danny sat in the passenger’s seat and stared out of the side window. Much of the forests in the mountains were still covered in snow, but the trucker had cranked up the heat in the truck to quite high --- for obvious reasons.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?” The big scruffy man asked as he kept on driving. Danny smiled, expecting this request to come. The cute boy proceeded to take off his winter jacket and threw it into the back: they’d be sleeping back there for these two nights. Then, Danny simply unbuckled himself, and unzipped his flyer.

The trucker didn’t hear any sound for the few seconds that followed, so he turned his head to the side to check on the boy. What he saw shocked him to the core, so much so that he almost went into another lane!

The cute boy was grinning at the big beefy man silently. Yet out of his flyers, a gigantic meat pillar stood almost to the young man’s chin! It was so fucking veiny, so fucking HUGE, that the big hairy muscle trucker almost wet himself! FUCK! How was it possible that such a small boy could have a god-like cock?! The trucker had so many questions, the most daunting was the one that directly questioned his own masculinity. As if his entire concept of what a man should be was shattered. And along with this shattering was his desire to fuck this cute boy: instead, he just wanted to touch that huge cock, worship it, suck on it…

“Sir, the road…” Danny grinned as he said. The trucker was brought back into reality from his shock, and quickly looked ahead to steady the truck onto his own lane. His heart was still pounding hard, and his cock was now rock hard inside of his own jeans. Swallowing and sweating, a few seconds later, the trucker simply couldn’t resist the curiosity, and looked to the side again.

This time, he saw the boy bending down a bit, grabbing his own huge fuck rod with both of his hands --- neither able to grasp the monstrous thickness --- and was sucking on his own cockhead! FUCK! The big muscle trucker squirmed as he felt pre cum oozing out of his own cock. His truck once again was going off path.

“Sir… Alright, alright, here. Keep your eyes on the road please.” Danny once again cautioned the trucker to keep his eyes on the road. Then, as if to keep the lust-crazed big muscle man in check, Danny took one of the trucker’s big hand, and placed it on his own enormous cock.

The truck’s muscular body immediately jerked as his hand touched that humongous hot meaty pillar. He swallowed as he grasped around the thick girth --- unsuccessfully, but gripped as much as he could. And then, the masculine hairy trucker started to jerk on Danny’s huge cock as he kept on driving with his other hand.

Danny’s eyes gradually became droopy and glazed as the boy’s breathing got heavier and heavier. The big tucker’s hands were trembling in excitement, but he was working very hard to give that huge cock the best hand job possible. Finally, a good half an hour later, Danny grunted as his entire body tensed up, his gigantic cock suddenly growing even bigger followed by an intense spasm! Loads after loads of thick cream spurt out of his cum slit, shooting all the way up and splashing onto the truck ceiling, then fell everywhere on Danny and the big muscle trucker’s hair, clothe, skin! Gasping for air, Danny looked to the side at the big hairy muscle trucker who was still holding on to the giant bitch maker: the trucker’s muscular body was trembling. The boy looked down at the trucker’s bulging crotch, and found it completed wet and dripping with thick white cum. The truck had came three times in his own pants just from stroking a young man’s huge cock! Danny grinned deviously: from this alone, the boy knew that this hairy musclebound trucker would make an excellent fuck toy.

That night, the trucker parked the truck at the side of the road barely after sunset. His mind was simply way too fucked to continue on, he needed to suck on that huge cock, he needed it to stretch open his big round hairy ass and turn him into a crying begging muscle bitch. Indeed, in the six hours that followed, the muscular trucker was fucked so hard in the back of the truck, that he ruined his own voice from screaming. Once upon a time, between those beefy hairy glutes lied a tender hole, but after this one single night, it had been rendered into a sloppy cum dump pussy. The hairy muscle man got fucked in all kinds of humiliating positions, with his thick legs wide apart, crossed, stacked, bent and kneeled, he literally got fucked unconscious and then back awake multiple times.

The trip back home was supposed to take just 2 days, but in the end, it took Danny an entire week to get home. The muscle trucker was simply too much of a muscle pig to resist Danny’s cock for more than a single hour. He’d beg Danny to sit on the driver’s seat and have his own hairy muscle ass sitting right onto Danny’s huge cock as he drove, he’d try to bend over and suck on Danny’s cock as he was still driving, he’d even beg for Danny to drive as he slip under the driver’s seat and stuff that huge cock into his throat. Danny had to try very hard to keep this fucked-crazy muscle pig from getting them into a serious accident. In the end, Danny had to lay down some rules for the insatiable muscle pig: every hours, Danny would fuck him sideways on the front seat or bent over the dashboard. Every two hours, Danny would fuck him in the back seat as this hairy muscular trucker spread his legs wide open such that both feet were planted onto the side windows. Every four hours, they’d go back to the back of the truck and have an intense fuck session that leaves the muscle trucker’s gut hanging out from his disfigured gaping mancunt. Every eight hours, they’d stop and get out of the truck, and the muscle pig would be fucked against the tree right there on the side road, not even caring if any passersby would see. Danny fucked this trucker in the forest, in the bushes, in the snow. By the time that Danny got home, even a young buck like himself was completely spent.

As Danny waved goodbye while tucking his huge cock into the pants, the cum drizzling dazed muscle man was barely able to speak, he simply lied there in a puddle of cum, collapsed in the back of the truck with a collapsed pussy in the middle of his meaty glutes. Danny turned around and walked on familiar streets, grinning, knowing that from now on this hairy muscular truck driver would much prefer to get fucked repeatedly by hitchhikers and strangers on the road than to fuck his own wife’s pussy.

~~ Act 15: July 2010 ~~

Vince lied on the sun bathing chair as his new pool boy cleaned the pool. The huge muscle hunk was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a pair of sunglasses. The sun glasses served him great for many years already: it allowed him to stare at all the past pool boys’ young firm bodies and plump buttocks unnoticed. Also, it allowed him to catch every single glance that these pool boys were throwing at him. And they always threw a lot of glances, a mixture of admiration for such alpha male physique, as well as hormonal puberty urges.

Vince have always picked his pool boys carefully. He preferred jock boys from the local high school, because those masculinity-chasing hormonal boys were the easiest for him to conquer. Vince had always known how manly and attractive his face, his muscles, and his cock looked. He simply needed to just show off his muscles, walk around home naked a few times to let the boys gawk at his big cock and balls, and soon these jock boys would be raising their plump firm asses begging to be fucked. Over the years, he was proud to have popped the cherries of more than a dozen barely legal muscle jocks, rendering them into slutty cock suckers for life. Some of them still begged for Vince to fuck them deep and hard whenever they bump into each other in town. And of course, Vince would gladly bring them to a nearby motel and do just that.

In the last few years, as Vince’s own son Nick had started attending high school, the big muscle hunk found himself suddenly having much more resources than before. He’d observe his son’s friends, pick out the ones with the best ass and muscles, or sometimes the dumbest and most hormonal ones, and proceed to offer them a job as a pool boy. Fucking his son’s friends and teammates was even more exhilarating due to the risk, and those muscle boys were quickly broken by his big cock into mindless sluts that they’d do anything to please their new daddy. Anything, including trying their best to not let their dirty little secret getting exposed.

Every inch of this house was probably stained with Vince’s and the muscle boys’ cum. The big muscle hunk has fucked Nick’s senior football captain right in the swimming pool for an entire summer, giving that jock boy nothing but a breathing tube and then forcing the young slut into water. And then, the muscle hunk would of course fuck the brain out of that poor muscle jock while pretending that he was just cooling off in the water --- sometimes screwing the captain’s battered fuck hole in the pool while having a conversation with his wife in the house. Of course, the pool water stained by strings of thick semen would be the pool boy’s job to clean up --- It was all part of the plan.

Whenever Vince’s wife and son went on vacation, this muscle hunk would invite the pool boy to come live at their place and sleep in his son’s bed. And of course, he’d plow these slutty boys into oblivion every night right in his son’s bed, leaving cum stains everywhere on the sheets. In the mornings, as the muscle hunk smoked cigarettes and phoned his wife and son, he’d be on the balcony completely naked, rocking his hips back and forth, fucking the pool boy who would be bending over and trying his best to not make a sound.

Occasionally, when Vince got very horny, if a particularly spirited pool boy wanted to fuck the muscle daddy’s ass, Vince would let them. But of course, the muscle daddy would always be in charge, even while getting his plump sexy ass pounded. In his younger years, he was once a young muscle jock too, getting fucked by muscle daddies in the gym that he looked up to. Of course, his wife and son knew nothing about that part of his life, just like they have no idea that this super masculine muscle man was in fact fucking their pool boy every summer.

This summer, Vince decided to take Danny in as a pool boy. Danny was a lot smaller than what Vince would normally go for, but the kid made up for it with a beautiful cute face and as much muscles as he could pack onto his small lean body. Though Danny’s upper body was just athletic, he did managed to obtain two muscular legs along with perky full buttocks. And ultimately, isn’t that what a muscle daddy would be enjoying anyways? In fact, as Vince stared at the half naked boy doing his job around the pool, he started to imagine his big cock stretching open that small but perky ass of Danny’s: what a visual feast it would be! More and more, the muscle hunk started to think that perhaps he should’ve went for smaller pool boys just for that.

Ever since they ended up repeating high school together, Vince’s son Nick had gotten a lot closer to their neighbour’s son, Danny. But in fact, Vince himself have watched Danny grow up --- they were neighbours after all. Back in the days, Vince was still more cautious with his sexual exploits, preferring to find fun in less familiar places. But over the years, as he engaged in more and more risky positions, as he started to finally understand the high of fucking a jock boy right under the nose of his wife and son, the big muscle hunk grew bolder and bolder. This summer, he decided to take on Danny: just imagine the fun they’d have in the coming years. It won’t just be the summer, being neighbours means that the wild raunchy fun can happen all day every day. And Vince was so ready to fuck the brain out of that cute athletic boy.

And now, as Vince bathed in the sun with only his bathrobe and a pair of sunglasses, he was in fact watching the half-naked boy work on the pool. Of course, he caught the boy glancing over frequently and stared at his incredibly muscular body. Vince pretended to yawn, and then proceeded to take the bathrobe right off of himself, exposing every inch of his muscular physique under the sun: to get a good even tan, the excuse would be. But of course the real motivation was to further hook in the gawking pool boy.

And it worked. Danny immediately stared in awe as his friend’s muscle dad lied completely naked, tanned skin glistening in the sun, huge muscles relaxing, and that big cock rested like a sleeping python on the beach chair.

The boy swallowed hard, trying his best to focus on his job instead of his employer.

Vince watched all of this happening through his sunglasses, knowing full well how this would go. Ten minutes later, the big muscle man yawned again and got up from the chair lazily, his muscles flexing with every movement. “Hey Danny, wanna get some rest first? Come in, I’ll fix you a drink.” The big muscle hunk said in his low husky voice, grinning at his red-faced pool boy.

Inside of the house, Danny sat nervously on the couch, trying hard to cover the bulging in the centre of his pants. He looked over to the kitchen island, Nick’s muscle hunk daddy was still entirely naked as he was fixing a drink with his broad muscular back facing the pool boy. Danny stared at those big plump muscular glutes, and swallowed hard.

“Nick won’t be home until late at night. He’s at his uncle’s.” Vince casually mentioned as he brought the drink to Danny, that big thick cock of his swaying from side to side as he walked. “Don’t be so uptight buddy, relax! It’s just us.”

Danny nodded, said thanks, and gulped down the drink. There was quite a bit of alcohol in there, because Vince already knew that Danny was repeating high school with his son, so the pool boy was clearly over 18. The big muscle hunk sat himself down not far from the pool boy, spreading his muscular body casually, in a way that exposed his meaty privates as if it didn’t matter.

“Jeez relax Danny! Aren’t you hot? Just take off the clothe. What are you worried about? We’re all men here.” Vince chuckled in his husky voice as he casually drank up his own drink.

“Oh.. Ummm… Alright… “ Danny hesitated, but soon obliged. The keyword was “we’re all men here”, it made it impossible to refuse without looking like a sissy. Danny just didn’t want Nick’s dad to see himself getting hard from staring at that muscle hunk’s body, but in the back of Danny’s mind he knew that at the very least, Nick’s dad didn’t mind getting his masculinity admired by his son’s friends. Why else would he be walking around the house naked all the time?

At this point in time, Danny somewhat knew what this muscle hunk wanted. But he still had a bit of inhibition due to Nick. It seemed natural that they are friends now, but that didn’t come easy for Danny. If not for repeating high school together, a small boyish looking kid like Danny would never in a million years become buddies with a popular muscle jock like Nick. Danny knew this. Danny had always known this. Perhaps he had had a long grudge against this, but at least for now, since he had finally achieved it he was afraid of losing it. He didn’t show it of course, but he really didn’t want to risk it. No matter how tempting it was to just get dirty and raunchy with Nick’s sexy muscle dad.

But Danny didn’t really have a choice, did he. If he didn’t take off the clothes like a man, surely he’d be scorned by his ultra masculine employer. So somewhat reluctantly, the pool boy stood up, and dragged his own shorts to the ankle before kicking them off. There, now he was completely naked just like Nick’s muscular daddy.

Vince grinned deviously as he watched the pool boy obey his suggestion, knowing that juicy ass was getting closer and closer. But as Danny kicked off his own short, the muscle hunk’s expression changed from that of depravity to that of shock: the boy, the small short boy who he had seen since he was little, had a humongous piece of meat hanging between his legs! It was HUGE! It was bigger than Vince’s own! It was… It was… FUCK! In his utter shock, Vince felt his own big cock quickly turning hard, as if all those complicated feelings of humiliation and worldview shattering had nowhere else to go but into his cock!

As Danny turned around, he immediately saw Vince’s big cock getting rock hard as the big muscle stud stared at the boy’s enormous fuck meat in awe. Danny was a little stunned, but this expression on Vince’s face, this reaction coming from a huge muscle hunk, was so satisfying. It was as if the muscle hunk had already succumbed to a defeat, and that Danny himself was in fact the bigger man. The more powerful man. And that rush of dominance was so incredible, that Danny felt his own huge fuck meat tingling in response. Suddenly realizing the situation, Danny’s face went red and he quickly tried to turn and look away.

Vince’s mind was fucked for a good few seconds, shocked into a blank and not knowing what to make out of the situation. And when this sex-crazed muscle hunk finally came back to reality, he once again had a hungry smirk on his face: today he’s gonna try something different. He’s not gonna let that huge fuck rod of Danny’s go to waste. He’s gonna teach the pool boy how to fuck, and then milk this big cocked boy dry.

“Hey, Danny, come here. Come on, don’t be afraid. Let me teach you a few things. It’s gonna feel real good…” Vince opened his mouth and whispered in a husky dry voice, evidently already in heat. The muscle hunk’s handsome face was smirking, seducing the big cocked boy as he adjusted himself on the couch. The muscle hunk sank himself lower, his musclebound torso laying flatter, and spread out his muscular thighs more apart. As he stared seductively into the boy’s stunned eyes, Vince started to slowly rub his own enormous pecs with one hand and gliding the other hand down his abs!

Danny’s eyes and mouth were both opening wider as he stared in awe at this huge muscle hunk pleasuring himself. Blood rushed down into his enormous cock, quickly turning it into a veiny monster! The boy felt his throat getting very dry as Vince started to play with his own nipples and cock. Soon, the flirty muscle hunk sank his hand lower past his own big cock and balls and started to rub those big fingers on his own asshole!

“Mmmmm… Yeah come closer boy… See how I’m doing it… “ The muscle hunk whispered with droopy seductive eyes and a lazy dirty smile. As he said so, Vince pushed several of his fingers into that soft spongy fuck hole of his, and sticky clear fluid gushed out of his puffy pussy lips. The muscle hunk moaned as he frowned a little, still with a dirty smirk, and still keeping his eyes on that of the pool boy’s. “Hah… Hah… Wanna learn how to fuck a pussy properly with that huge cock of yours? Come… Let daddy teach ya…”

Danny swallowed, his enormous cock was by now throbbing HARD. As if under a spell, he slowly took a few steps forward. His mind was hit by surges and surges of hormones as instinct started to take over. Contrary to Vince’s beliefs, it wasn’t Danny’s first time fucking a muscle ass. Of course, the big horny muscle hunk would have no way of knowing. He wouldn’t have guessed that Danny’s shyness and hesitation was due to the fact that he was Nick’s dad, not the sex itself --- otherwise, the big cocked boy would gladly plow the shit out of this gorgeous muscle ass of Vince’s without the muscle hunk even asking. Yet as this beefy muscle stud seduced the big cocked boy further, Danny started to lose his inhibitions, and the boy’s bestial urges started to take over: perhaps it wasn’t too bad of an idea to fuck Nick’s dad. Yeah, that’s right, that muscle jock buddy of his had been the thorn of his childhood after all, despite how good they were today. Danny had every justification to give Nick a bit of payback, why not start with the muscle god of a daddy that Nick had always looked up to? Bet he didn’t know his dad was such a slut, fucking pool boys and now fingering his own hole trying to get fucked by a huge cock. Obviously it wasn’t the first time Vince got pounded in the ass, in fact the soft puffy lips around his fuck hole meant that he had had plenty of big cocks visiting there --- and indeed, back in the days, the young muscle jock Vince was fucked day and night for years by bigger older bodybuilders in the gym. Danny’s humongous cock simply brought this muscle hunk back to his sluttier days.

“Mmmm… Yeah come closer boy… Come to daddy… Oh fuck… “ Vince murmured in his sultry deep voice, urging his big cocked boy toy forward. Danny’s mind was a bit cloudy as testosterone surged through it, and he finally gave in, deciding to play along the muscle hunk’s narrative. Panting in heat, the athletic boy bent down and laid his much smaller body onto that of the big muscle daddy, his face resting on one of Vince’s huge juicy pecs. Rubbing his face against that beefy pec, Danny was playing along with the seduced-boy role --- and surprisingly, that felt great.

“Hah… Hah… Good boy… Now let’s get that big cock of yours enjoying too… Oh fuck… Oh fuck it’s HUGE…” Vince panted in heat as he reached his muscular arms down from the sides of his muscular torso, grabbing the big fat cockhead of Danny’s into his large hand. The sheer size of that youthful fuck meat got the muscle hunk even more excited as he started to guide Danny’s cockhead toward his wet twitching hole.

“Mmmmm… “ Danny moaned as his huge cock was grabbed by the seductive muscle hunk. Going with the flow, the boy simply closed his eyes and followed the lead of the experienced man. He was still rubbing his face onto that huge beefy pec, and now started to lick and suck on one of Vince’s engorged nipples, sending the muscle hunk into a lust-filled groan.

“Ohhhh fuck yeah… Yeah suck on daddy’s tits… Mmmmnnnn!!! Oh god it’s huge… It’s fucking huge… My hole… Mmmmmnnn!!!” The big muscle stud frowned, his entire muscular body tensed up in pain as he guided that huge cockhead into his own hole! The enormous tip stretched open Vince’s hole to the absolute limit, yet this muscle hunk was trying his best to take it in, grunting as he stopped for a moment to allow his own body to adjust. “Hah… Hah oh god… Oh god… Mmmmmmnnn!!!” Panting with a shaky husky voice, the muscle hunk wasn’t going to give up easily. Soon he grunted again as he slowly guided more of Danny’s enormous cock into his own fuck hole!

Before long, half of that monster cock had now been clenched tight between Vince’s muscle ass, and it simply won’t go in any further. The big beefy stud was panting, but tried his best to assure the pool boy with a grin: “Hah… Hah… Good job my boy… You’re doing great… Ahhhh… Yeah… Now slowly, slowly move your hips back and forth… Slowly… Mmmmnnn!!!”

Danny was panting with droopy eyes, his torso still lying around the big muscle daddy, head still resting on that juicy pec of Vince’s. Simply obeying Nick’s dad, the big cocked boy started to rock his hips back and forth, slowly but surely fucking Vince’s hole! The muscle hunk immediately started grunting, his muscles tensing up as he felt his gut getting dragged out of him and pushed back in through that almost disfigured mancunt!

But he would be gravely mistaken if he thought this was all that the boy was capable of.

As Danny got more and more heated, the boy started to thrust and pull harder, faster. Within minutes, his enormous cock was plunging further into Vince’s gut with each thrust!

“Ahhh yeah boy… Mmmmnnn!!! Fuck… Fuck that feels good Danny… Mmmnnnn!!! Hah… Hah… AHhhhhh!!! Oh fuck… FUCK! Oh god… Oh god… MMMMnnnn!!! Slow… Hah... Slow down… Easy boy… Easy… AHHHHH!!!” At the beginning, the big muscle stud was enjoying his successful seduction, slightly frowning but still grinned like a dirty thirsty muscle pig as Danny’s huge cock stretched him open. Yet as Danny started to pound harder and faster, very quickly the muscle hunk was losing control of his own body. Panting heavily and grunting in pain and pleasure, he still tried to keep his composure as he persuade the boy to go slower… But alas, now was the time that he should find out that ultimately, he was not the one in control, and he just bit off more than he could chew.

“OH FUCK… Easy Danny… AHHHH!!! Wait… Wait no… You’re gonna ruin my hole AHHH!!! Wait Danny… AHHH!!! Fuck… Oh fuck… AHHH!!! You’re gonna break my cunt, please Danny… AHHH!!! Shit!!! Fuck!!! Ahhhhh!!!” Within moments, the dirty smirk on Vince’s handsome faced turned into that of a twisted pain. The boy was still lying on top of his muscular body with arms wrapped around his waist, just like a child sleeping in Daddy’s arms. Yet his lower body was pumping up and down, up and down, fast and furious! That enormous cock had by now fucked Vince’s muscular body into a motion, bouncing back and forth! The muscle hunk gasped in pain and shock, his huge pecs and balls violently jumping up and down to the rhythm of Danny’s ruthless fucking!

“Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! AHHHHH!!!” Soon, the muscle hunk’s eyes were rolling back into his skulls, he could no longer speak! The enormous cock plunged deeper and deeper into him, and he felt like he was impaled all the way to his core! Suddenly, the huge muscle hunk started to tremble uncontrollably as his beefy body kept on swinging up and down from Danny’s violent fucking, and steamy cum burst out of his own rock hard cock that was sandwiched between the boy’s chest and his own abs!

“Oh FUUUUUCCKKK!!!” The muscle hunk’s voice cracked and trembled as he got fucked into orgasm. Yet that enormous cock still kept on pounding him! Vince’s mind went into a blank as he felt all sorts of hormonal system went into imbalance within his penetrated body --- and suddenly, creamy white gyno milk gushed out of his engorged nipples, literally shaken and fucked out of him due to the violent back and forth bouncing of those huge pecs! The sensation sent the muscle hunk further into ecstasy, he felt all kinds of fluid gushing out of him uncontrollably. Danny on the other hand, immediately turned his lust-crazed cute face and swallowed that engorged milk-spurting nipple into his mouth, drinking up all this muscle milk that got fucked out of Nick’s muscular daddy.

Still, Danny’s not nearly finished.

The boy was now in full heat, his face turned from that of a shy horny boy to that of a devious predator. He finally straightened out his arms, pushing his hands each onto one of Vince’s huge pecs, so that this big muscle fuck toy could be anchored on the couch as he ruthlessly plow his pussy! And then, barely waiting for Vince to even finish his orgasm, the boy grunted as he closed his eyes, and went on to pound that muscle ass like a machine gun!

With his huge pecs pinned down and the boy’s body straightened up higher, the fucked-silly muscle hunk Vince couldn’t help but saw what was happening: his muscular torso was bent as he was slouched on the couch, so he saw clearly how that enormous cock rapidly pounded into his disfigured fuck hole, so deep that his abs-covered stomach bulged out visibly from each pounding! His body, his muscular beefy body, was getting completely ravaged by a teenager’s humongous cock!

“OH FUCK OH GOD FUUUCCCKK!!! AHHH!!!! AHHH!!! OH FUCK ME! FUCK MEEE!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!” The muscle hunk cried with wide open eyes, staring straight at his own bulging stomach. He was in such shock, such pain, and such pleasure, that his mind just broke into pieces. He started out wanting to seduce and fuck this new pool boy, but ended up being fucked into a muscle bitch! Screaming and trembling, the defeated muscle hunk soon watched his own cock once again went into a spasm as that stomach-bulging fuck session continued on! This muscle hunk would by now know his own fate: the huge cocked pool boy would breed him over and over, filling his gut with his youthful seeds, and reduce his muscular body into nothing but a fucktoy, a cock sleeve, a sheath for that huge meat club, a live fleshlight. He was once so proud of his big muscular body, so fond of exposing himself and receiving admirations from all around him, yet now in his multiple orgasmic bliss, he had finally realized that he’d forever be just a fuck hole for a gigantic cock.

Two hours later, as Danny finally pulled that huge monster cock out of Vince’s shattered mancunt, the big muscle hunk was already drenched in cum --- his own, and that of Danny’s. His brain just got completely fucked to mush, his eyes staring into emptiness, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitching uncontrollably, and a crazed grin was on his face as he repeatedly dug his fingers into that destroyed hole of his, murmuring: fuck.. Me…

~~ Act 14: April 2011 ~~

“Please… Please Danny boy… Let me have your cock… I want your big fucking cock… Please… “ Vince whispered in a husky voice, evidently tortured by lust. This muscle hunk was kneeling behind a bush in his own backyard, his face that of a complete slut begging to be fucked, swallowing in anxiety and lips trembling from desire. He lifted his ruggedly good looking face to stare at his new master, his son’s friend, a kid who he had seen growing up. Across from this kneeling muscle slut, Danny stood with a smirk on his face. The muscle slut and the big cocked boy were separated by the fence in their respective yard, but the fence had openings: openings big enough for a giant meat pillar to get through.

Danny looked around: no one was home, both his mom and step dad were at work. He was simply checking to see if Nick was there. Lifting his head, he spotted his friend: up on the second floor in his house. Through the window, Danny could see that his muscular hunky buddy was looking at the computer screen. This immediately got Danny excited: fucking his daddy’s throat as he was sitting right there on 2nd floor, how risky, how exciting, how humiliating! Count this as payback for the negligence and hostility Nick had given him in childhood. Though they were buddies now, back then Nick was the example that Danny had no hope of imitating, and all the pain needed to go somewhere: like fucking Nick’s own daddy’s throat right under Nick’s nose.

Just thinking about it had made Danny’s huge cock engorge in the pants. Still staring at Nick, Danny slowly unzipped himself, releasing that monster cock into the open, and sticked the giant pillar of fuck meat through the fence.

Nick’s dad, Vince, quickly jumped onto the opportunity with humiliating eagerness. The big muscle hunk grabbed the young man’s giant cock with both hands, opened his hungry mouth wide open, and wrapped his stretched lips onto that big fat cockhead. Groaning, moaning, this muscle bitch simply couldn’t help himself but suck on that huge cock like his life depended on it. His spit was drooling everywhere, running down his chin and flowing down Danny’s meaty shaft, but all the messiness just got this big muscle hunk even more excited.

“Mmmm… Grrr…. Mmmmm…” Vince’s eyes were half closed, choking and gurgling on that huge cock. Gradually, the hard working muscle man was able to work that humongous cock halfway down his throat. His muscular neck bulged out as a huge cock stretched it out from the inside. Soon, this muscle hunk’s half closed eyes were watery and red, his already cloudy of a horny mind turned into mush as that suffocating action reduced him further into a helpless muscle bitch.

Lightly moaning, Danny grinned as he glared down, seeing how hard working Nick’s dad was at sucking his huge cock. Suddenly, the big cocked boy smirked mischievously, and THRUSTED his hips forward, unexpectedly forcing that enormous cock all the way down his mature muscular neighbour’s throat!

“Mmmmmmmgggrrr!!!” Vince chocked as that huge cock went all the way into his chest! Spit gushed out from the corners of his mouth as well as nostrils, but this muscle bitch was in no position to struggle, instead he obediently forced himself further closer to the fence, frowning, shaking, taking all of that huge fuck meat deep into his chest cavity!

“Mmmm that’s right muscle bitch, stay there as I pound your worthless fuck hole… “ Danny whispered in a devious voice, and then started to sway his hips back and forth. Faster. Harder. Soon, his big fat cock was fucking Nick’s muscular dad’s throat as if it was just a fleshlight! Spit repeated gushed out of Vince’s nostrils and mouth with each push and pull, soon accumulating into puddles on the grass. Vince’s ruggedly handsome face was by now completely red, as a humongous cock stretched his thick lips tight and made a complete mess out of what he called a “face”. His expression was one of a total bitch, eyes dazed and saliva covered, frowning and crying like a true muscle faggot that he was, yet faithfully trying to steady his own big muscular body for the enjoyment of his big cocked master.

“Grrr… Mmmm… GGrrrrrr…” The muscle bitch was choking and out of breath as that huge cock mercilessly fucked his mouth. His head was bobbing back and forth uncontrollably despite him trying to stay still. The pounding was so ruthless that he might risk a concussion as that cock plunged through the back of his brain before it went down each time. Within minutes of this frenzied throat fucking, the muscle hunk’s beefy body started to tremble violently as he gushed out tons of cum right into own pants without touching it: the pressure of the fabric combined with the intense psychological stimulation was enough to make this muscular cum slut orgasm.

Noticing that his muscular fuck toy was completely out of breath, Danny slowed down. He knew that this obedient fuck toy would let himself get fucked until he passed out. But Danny didn’t want it to end like that. Not yet at least.

“Hah… hah… Turn around muscle slut, it’s time to fill that muscle ass of yours… Bet you’re already wet eh?” Danny whispered in dirty language as he smirked. He knew that the dirtier he talk, the more eager Nick’s muscle dad would be. Vince was by now a completely shameless muscle bitch after all, in his heat he’d probably even beg Danny to fuck him right in front of his own wife and son.

Indeed, hearing that he could finally get his thirsty fuck hole stretched wide open, the muscle pig squirmed as he desperately tried to pull that enormous cock out of his own throat. Ssssccchhborp! As Danny’s huge fuck meat finally popped out of Vince’s lips, the muscle pig gasped, spit pouring out from his stretched numb lips. Yet he didn’t even waste a second cleaning up the mess of a face he had, with fervor this trembling muscle bitch eagerly turned around and kneeled down again while he was still gasping for air. Quickly, with shaky hands he unbuckled himself as fast as he could, then pulled down just enough to completely reveal that gorgeous muscle ass, and then raised it all the way up against the fence like a bitch in heat. His muscular buttocks were twitching, thick muscular legs spread as wide as he could, but due to the pants being tied around his huge thighs, this big muscle hunk instead had to face his knees toward each other as he raised his ass: and now he looked like an incredibly slutty Japanese little girl, except he was every bit of a huge muscle giant. That droopy loose mancunt was already twitching and wet. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be fucked so bad! The muscle hunk squirmed and moaned as he bent his back, losing the last bit of manliness despite all his muscles: in his own mind, he was no longer a man. He was just a muscle bitch, the sluttiest of all muscle bitches. He wanted cock in his ass. He want COCK.

Danny grinned. He watched that slutty mind-fucked muscle hunk pushing his muscle ass up against the fence, squirming, moaning, wanting badly to be mercilessly penetrated. The big cocked pretty boy lifted up his enormous saliva covered cock, pressed the big fat tip gently on that loose mancunt. “Mmmmmm!!! Yes… Yes please… Please… “ The muscle hunk murmured in ecstasy as he desperately wanted to back his own muscular ass onto that huge cock. Damn those fences. Danny enjoyed slowly torturing this lust-filled muscle bitch, grinning, he oh-so-very-slowly pushed himself forward, driving Vince further and further into madness. In the meantime, Danny looked up at Nick’s room on the second floor. Nick was still there, staring at the computer screen and breathing hard, seemingly doing some rapid and repeated hand movement. From this angle, Danny could vaguely see what was on that computer screen: a naked blonde woman with huge tits was getting fucked by two big cocks at once. Nick was wanking off at porn, not knowing that his own muscular beefy dad was getting fucked down below in the gardens. Danny smirked, feeling very satisfied in a twisting way, as he kept staring at Nick through the window. He pushed further forward, feeling that sloppy cunt of Vince’s getting tighter and tighter, until eventually this muscle bitch was trembling, as no matter how destroyed his cunt had been rendered into, it was no match for Danny’s enormous fuck meat. Keeping his eyes glued onto his wanking buddy, Danny suddenly plunged himself forward, sinking his huge cock all the way into the gut of his buddy’s dad!

“Mmmmmmmmnnnnnggrr!!!” Vince almost screamed out in pleasure, his eyes immediately rolled back to his skull as he finally got what he wished for. But he knew the rules: He had to keep his mouth shut if he was to get fucked in the garden again. Not because he didn’t want to disturb his wife and son, at this point, the fucked-silly muscle hunk wouldn’t even mind the entire neighbourhood watch his ass getting destroyed if it meant he could get a hard pounding. But rather, his master, 20 years younger than him and half his weight, had demanded him to obey. Being such a good bottom bitch, of course Vince tried his best to do so.

Slowly at first, Danny started to thrust and pull his hips, with eyes fixed on Nick. On the other side of the fence, big muscle hunk Vince was groaning with cracked high pitched voice like if he was dying. His muscles were trembling, his eyes had rolled all the way back, saliva was dripping out of his tightly shut teeth, his messy face was twisted in extreme pain and pleasure as he felt his gut bulge out and his intestines dragged out of him. With his knees bending forward and shaking uncontrollably, this big muscle bitch still tried to bend his back as hard as he could, raising his muscle ass as high as he could, pushing out his meaty behind onto the fence desperately in the most humiliating position: but he didn’t mind. He was moaning like a bitch, positioned like a bitch, and as he quivered violently, came from getting fucked like a bitch.

Gradually, Danny picked up his speed, not caring what happened to his muscle fuck toy on the other side of the fence. Keeping his eyes on his wanking buddy, Danny started to pant heavier and started to frown a little. Bang! Bang! Bang! A few minutes later, he was literally slamming his pelvis into the fence, and that enormous monster cock was punching into Vince’s muscle gut with such force that the muscle bitch almost flew forward with each pounding!

“Nnnnnnnmmmm!!! Mmmmmnnnnn!!!” The sound that came out of Vince’s throat was now almost inhumane, high pitched and cracking all the time like a bitch getting bred past the limit! His muscular body swayed violently back and forth, that muscle ass flew forward as Danny was rammed into him and slamming back onto the fence as the muscle bitch tried to retain his balance. Barely after his orgasm even finished, the muscle hunk was squirming again, twitching in a seizure like fashion, as he got ass fucked into another climax!

Danny was by now droopy eyed and panting heavily. Suddenly, through the 2nd floor window, Danny saw Nick violently trembling: his buddy had reached orgasm! And a few seconds after, that computer screen was covered in creamy white jizz! Danny felt his heart pounding and his cock throbbing beyond his control. He was close. Oh god, FUCK! He couldn’t hold back anymore! The big cocked pretty boy grit his teeth as he thrusted his hips HARD, plunging that huge cock all the way into Vince’s ravaged pussy! Then, buried deep inside of that squirming muscle bitch, Danny’s huge cock violently twitched, shooting out tons and tons of hot seed and filled up Vince’s gut!

Right at that moment, Nick had recovered from his post orgasmic bliss. The muscle jock looked around, and spotted Danny right in the garden! Yet he simply smirked a little and waved. From his angle, the bush blocked his view so he couldn’t see his own big buff muscle dad getting fucked like a true bitch by his friend’s gigantic cock. As Danny had already pushed his hips against the fence and was in the middle of gushing out cum, he was not thrusting or pulling. So Nick simply assumed that Danny was taking a piss on the side of the fence!

Danny was caught by surprise. He was still quivering as waves of cum gushed out of his cock into Vince’s gut, but in mind-numbing pleasure he still managed to raise his hand and waved back at Nick. It took all he’s got to do so. And right after that, Nick casually got up while signaling Danny to meet him at the basketball court. Danny simply smiled and nodded: in his orgasm he simply could not do anything else.

As Nick walked away from the window, Danny knew that he only have a few minutes until Nick’s knocking on his front door. He needed to get rid of Nick’s dad’s cum filled muscle body fast. A little panicked, Danny suddenly pulled that still engorged enormous cock all the way out of Vince’s muscle ass, leaving just the cockhead still stretching that cum spurting fuck hole!

“Ahhhh… AAAHhhhhh… Keep fucking me… Please.. Fuck me please… FUCK ME!!!” The muscle hunk had now completely lost his mind in lust, begging like a true whore despite his muscular body just got annihilated and was in absolutely no shape to continue anything. Yet still, this cum drunk muscle whore tried to push his muscle ass against the fence to retain the huge cock that was trying to pull out of his body.

Danny frowned, what a drag. A muscle bitch should know his place. Suddenly, the big cocked boy POUNDED himself forward, grunting and angry, until not just his hips but his entire body was slammed into the fence!

“Fuck me… F… GRRRRR!!!!” The unexpected violent thrust punched right into Vince’s cum filled gut, sending this muscle hunk flying forward! The muscle man immediately flew into the air, and landed pec first onto the grass several feet away! If there was a slow motion camera there, it would have caught this slutty muscle hunk widening his eyes in disbelief as he got once again fucked into orgasm just from one powerful thrust: his huge muscles twitching in midair, his cock spurting out all that was left in his big round nuts, and he was passed out before those huge meaty pecs even hit the floor!

But Danny had no time to worry about that muscle bitch who was by now lying unconscious on the grass with his slutty muscle ass still raised high, twitching and guzzling out waves and waves of cum. He quickly stuffed his cum covered huge cock into his pants and walked toward the front door. He knew that Nick’s mom was not at home, and if Nick was to meet up with himself, that meant Nick’s slutty muscle bitch dad had quite a few hours to wake up, clean up, and put some ice around his destroyed fuck hole.

“Hey man. Were you watching me wank back there?” Nick asked casually as Danny opened the door.

“Uhhh… No. Well, yes, but it was an accident. I was just peeing there.” Danny’s heart was racing, didn’t know what to expect from the muscle jock.

“Dude relax! Did you see how much cum I splashed on the screen? Oh man… That was awesome!” Nick suddenly laughed, as if amused by Danny’s shy reaction toward it. The muscle jock simply thought that his little buddy was too inexperienced with these types of things.

Danny was a little surprised, but then he simply nodded with a grin. He was thinking to himself: you should’ve seen how much cum I’ve splashed into your big muscular daddy’s gut.

But Nick mistook this silence as Danny feeling insecure, so the muscle jock patted on Danny’s shoulders as he laughed: “Geez don’t worry dude! Chicks don’t know shit about cum size, you’ll be fine. Now get your ball, we’ll meet us with the other guys on the court.”

~~ Act 13: September 2011 ~~

Now that Danny had gained some confidence, and found a sure way to gain himself even more, he started to plan something that he meant to do for a while now. Was it out of revenge that he’d want to do this? Was it out of desire? Was it out of his love and responsibility, whatever little remained? Who knows. Perhaps a bit of all three.

Danny’s mom had been remarried to his black bodybuilder step dad for one and a half years now. But Danny didn’t quite like that big black muscle man Wayne. He didn’t like him because no matter how hard he tried to tell himself otherwise, he felt that this big black man stole his dad from him, and tried to take over the position of his dad. Of course he knew that his parents were having problems for a long time now, and to be honest his dad was not a great father on so many levels. But he was still his dad. And now he was gone, maybe forever gone given how heartless and impulsive that man could be, and this black bodybuilder Wayne tried to butt in and occupy the same space.

Funny how desperately one would try to hold on to the only things that one has, no matter how little sense it makes to do so.

In all honesty, his bodybuilder step dad shared quite a few things with his dad. Perhaps that was why Danny’s mom subconsciously chose Wayne. In her mind, Wayne must be a much more idealized version of Danny’s dad, who she more or less still have feelings for. No, not feelings, more like… Regrets and unfinished threads. Danny’s dad was a huge muscle man, and this black bodybuilder was even bigger than him. Danny’s dad had a huge cock that no doubt his ex-wife had enjoyed, that’s why she got himself a black cock even bigger than his. And Danny would know, because Wayne was always walking around in the house completely naked. Perhaps subconsciously showing off his muscles and cock, perhaps just being a careless man.

Danny would admit, no matter how much he disliked Wayne, that huge muscular hormone-oozing body of his step dad was very arousing. Just like his dad, his step dad managed to get the boy uncontrollably admiring for his qualities, qualities that Danny himself knew that he’d never be able to obtain.

But those were all nothing compared to the true reason that Danny had problems with his bodybuilder step dad.

Perhaps due to the roids he was using heightening his sexual need, perhaps due to the admiration that others gave him, Wayne had been cheating on Danny’s mom since the very beginning. He would bring women home to fuck until they passed out, he would head out to bars and clubs to pick up slutty strangers and bringing them to hotels, he would even gladly accept a boy pussy should some horny gay man hit on him. He wasn’t very good at covering his tracks, but Danny’s mom was notoriously bad at discovering such tracks --- Not with Danny’s dad, and not with her new husband Wayne either. But Danny took notice. He even saw Wayne a few times in those clubs and bars, and witnessed him walking into motels while grabbing a drunken woman’s buttocks.

At first, Danny didn’t want to get involved. Who knows, maybe his mom was in the know, maybe she didn’t mind it. Maybe she liked it that way. After all, Wayne was sometimes being blatantly obvious with things. But after more than a year, Danny had come to the conclusion that no, his mom was not in the know. She was blinded by her new man. She was blinded by herself.

So now, with new found confidence, Danny wanted to give that huge bodybuilder a dose of his own medicine.

For the past few weeks, Danny had been purposely flirting a bit with his step dad, asking how to become huge like him, asking to touch his gigantic muscles, making comment about his big black cock and making sure Wayne saw his staring at it. At first, Wayne probably thought the kid had finally warmed up to him. But soon he must have realized that no, the boy wanted him. And he gladly agreed with a grin as Danny grabbed his huge bouncing pecs while licking his own lips, getting more and more aroused by the possibility of what could happen right under his own roof.

Today, Danny’s mom was going to work until late night. Danny lied in his own bed, listened to the morning bird chirps, and planned his day. Perhaps he’d flirt with his bodybuilder step dad a bit more, eventually he’d lead that black muscle hunk to reveal his true nature.

Danny’s door opened. The boy quickly sat up in surprise, and saw his huge muscular step dad walked in, swinging from side to side. Completely naked, each of his huge muscles bounced with every step he took, and that big fat black cock dangled in between his thighs. Wayne had a dirty grin on him, one that was hungry and predatory.

Danny suddenly realized that he didn’t need more flirting. His musclebound step dad was even more of a impulsive breeder than he had thought.

“Alright little slut, your mom’s gone for the whole day. Let’s give you what you want.” Wayne’s voice was deep, low, magnetic, and filled with masculine hormone. He took his time to walk to Danny’s bed, that huge black cock was dangling right in front of Danny’s surprised face. “Go on, lick it. I know you’ve wanted it for a while now. Heh, you’re a natural size queen just like your mom!”

Danny had a surprised, shy, yet thirsty expression on his cute face. He obliged, leaned his head forward, stuck out his tongue as if hesitating. Then, closing his eyes, he started to lick on his step dad’s big black cock.

“Mmmmm… Fuck yeah… That’s right bitch boy… Worship daddy’s big black cock… “ Wayne moaned as he thrusted his hips forward, pushing that huge pile of fuck meat onto his step son’s face. The thought of having his step son uncontrollably desiring his fuck meat was incredibly hot, such that his huge meat pillar was quickly engorged, veins popping on that meaty, shiny, and thick cock. The sensation on it also grew stronger, Wayne moaned as he stared down: his step son was now grabbing his big black dick with both hands, hungrily licking the plump tip, occasionally looking up with those puppy eyes as if saying “am I doing good daddy?”

Fuck. This is hot. Wayne groaned as he placed one of his big hand behind Danny’s head, gently pushing that boy harder into his crotch. The big black bodybuilder grinned viciously: he’ll take it slow. After all, this cute boy could developed into a life long fuck toy. He’ll just let him have a taste of this cock today, perhaps have him swallow his cum, and gradually over the weeks he’ll turn Danny’s mouth and asshole into insatiable loose cunts.

Half and hour have passed, and Wayne was panting heavily with dazed eyes. Sweat accumulated into beads on his huge muscular body, and his big black cock was now polished from tip to base with Danny’s saliva. The huge bodybuilder looked down, and see the cock-drunk state that his step son was in: squirming, groaning, Danny was rubbing his face against that big fat cock as if his life depends on it. Wayne grinned, at this rate, he can probably fuck this slutty boy’s mouth starting tomorrow, and his ass the day after. Wayne had had his fair share of slutty faggots gorging on his cock, he knew exactly how it works, how long it will take for a shy hesitant boy to become a cock-drunk fuck toy.

“Hah… Hah… I… I want to eat out your ass… Please… Please daddy… “ Suddenly, Danny raised his saliva and pre cum covered face, and begged his huge bodybuilder step dad with a hungry desperate expression.

Wayne grinned deviously. This was not a strange request at all. All those faggots, and sometimes slutty women too, have requested to eat out his ass. The enormous juicy glutes that Wayne had certainly had them secretly worshiping them. Normally it would take days for a bottom boy to become so incredibly slutty that he’d want to eat out a muscle man’s sweaty asshole, but it seemed like this little guy here was indeed a natural fuck toy --- much like his mom. Danny’s mom also requested to eat out Wayne’s ass the first night they’ve fucked. The huge black bodybuilder chuckled in his deep voice, and then simply climbed into Danny’s bed. The bed frame squeaked under his immense weight. Seconds later, this huge muscle man was on his all fours kneeling on the bed, thick muscular thighs apart, those gigantic glutes spread, exposing a hairless tight asshole right in the middle, deep within the canyon between those big juicy ass meat.

“Alright boy. Get in there and clean daddy up.” Wayne grinned and demanded, anticipating a good cleaning.

“Y… Yes daddy… “ Danny swallowed hungrily as he stared at Wayne’s muscular ass. He climbed behind the huge bodybuilder, put his hands onto each of those meaty gutes, and then buried his cute face into the centre.

“Mmmm… That’s right boy… “ Wayne moaned as he closed his eyes, enjoying his step son’s face buried between his muscular butt cheeks. Wet tongue licked his tender hole with such enthusiasm, that it sent waves and waves of pleasure throughout his huge muscular body. “Go deeper little slut, stick your tongue into there… “ Wayne ordered in a low raspy voice, getting more and more into heat.

And Danny simply obeyed. He forced his nimble tongue into his muscular step dad’s hole, sometimes repeatedly and rapidly, sometimes twirling around with the tongue still inside of the bodybuilder’s ass. Wayne was groaning and even squirmed a little, his frowning face had pleasure written all over it. Gradually, this huge muscle man was lost in a mind numbing heat as he pants heavily, even pushing his own muscle ass back so that his step son could go in deeper. He was in such heaven, that even when the boy reached out a hand and gripped onto the base of his rock hard big black cock, along with the base of his extra-large scrotum that was dragged down low by two enormous bull balls, he simply moaned and did not object at all. What was there to object? The boy was simply obsessed with a REAL man.

“Mmmm yeah… Mmmm…. AAAHHHHH!!!” Suddenly, the big black bodybuilder’s grinning lazy face turned to into one that was twisting in shock and pain! He screamed out loud, his huge muscles immediately tensed up! He felt a gigantic ball-like structure just PUNCHED into his relaxed asshole, almost snapping his sphincter in half! At the same time, his cock and ball were mercilessly yanked back to force that muscle ass in place! “Ahhhh!!! What the fuck… What the fuck are you doing you little shit!!! I’m going to kill you… I’m gonna… AAHHHH!!!” As this big angry black bodybuilder tried to squirm and struggle his way out of this extremely painful position, out of this situation gone wrong, his smirking step son simply pulled hard on his cock and balls, the pain immediately sent the muscular giant once again on his knees! Such an immensely masculine muscle man, now powerlessly controlled by his much smaller step son simply with hands around his sex organs and cockhead stuffed in his ass!

“MMmmmmmmmmAAAHHHH!!!!!” Wayne was gasping from the pain and shock, still trying to struggle free, sweat covered his muscular body. But before he could right himself, the pain in his mercilessly stretched fuck hole intensified, and this huge body builder felt his tight virgin hole been slowly stretched to disfigurement! An enormous meat pillar entered into his ass, his gut, making this muscle giant spasm in disbelief: no, no it can’t be! It can’t be Danny’s cock! It’s too fucking big! How does this kid have such a huge cock! The shocking realization that he was getting fucked in the ass by a cock much larger than his own, combined with the immense pain, immediately had the huge bodybuilder tremble uncontrollably. His eyes were wide open and covered in red slivers, his mind kept on denying the reality of what was happening: oh fuck, fuck, no… No my prostate… Not my prostate his cockhead is pressure against my prostate OH FUCKKKK!!!

“Grrrr…. MMmmmmmm!!!” The huge black bodybuilder suddenly started to twitch, every piece of juicy muscle on him was bouncing as he squirmed! His big fat cock and huge bull balls --- dragged within Danny’s hand --- quickly tensed up and went into a rapid spasm, gushing out tons and tons of his creamy seed! The shock, the pain, the psychological destruction, all of these combined together too fast, such that the muscle man was fucked into cum before Danny even started fucking him!

‘No… No don’t go there… Stop… We can talk about this… We can… AAAHHHH!!!” After a humiliating orgasm, the black bodybuilder panted and squirmed. He was kneeling on all four couldn’t see what a devious and satisfied smirk his step son had on that cute face. So he simply tried to talk his way out of this with his shaky voice, hoping for that huge cock to pull out of him or have the boy let go of his man meat. But no. In response, Danny simple threw his hips forward, pounding that entire enormous cock into his muscular step dad’s gut! The cock was so incredibly huge, that Wayne’s muscular stomach immediately had a cockhead shaped bump!

“Ahhh!!! NO PLEASE!!! NO PLEASE DON’T!!!” The black bodybuilder screamed with cracked bellow as tears rolling out of his wide open horrified eyes. His entire muscular body was trembling, and his mind was shattered: he felt that huge cock impaling him to the point of bulging out his stomach! This monster cock was going to fuck him to death! In an instant, the masculine muscle man got turned into a crying begging muscle bitch, his pride broken, his will shattered.

Danny was ecstatic as he witnessed his big muscular step dad getting ravaged by himself. Still grabbing on to that big black cock and those plump meaty orbs, the big cocked boy started to pull and push his hips. His enormous cock dragged the poor black bodybuilder’s innards out and then pounded them back in, sending the big muscle man into agonizing screams and forcing that huge musclebound body to sway back and forth, back and forth, in faster and faster speed.

“AAHHH!!! Fuck… FUCK AHHHH!!!” Wayne was crying like a pussy boy as his step son started to pound his ass, time and again impaling him with a giant meat club. His mind very quickly got fucked into mush as this huge black muscle man lost all control over his own extremely well built body. Along with his body went his mind, he started to roll his eyes back into his skull, saliva drooling out of his wide open mouth, his twisted face twitching uncontrollably as his huge body got fucked into a back and forth rocking motion. All those big muscles on him, uselessly bouncing and twitching. Minutes later, gurgling, this big black bodybuilder got once again fucked into orgasm!

Danny smirked as he kept on pounding his muscular step dad, watching cum guzzling out of that big black cock dragged in his own hand. He knew that by now, the spent and fucked-silly muscle man was in no shape to ever escape his grasp. So the big cocked boy let go of his step dad’s man parts, instead used both hands to grab onto those big meaty glutes, repositioned himself, and started to violently pound his muscular step dad from behind like a dog in heat!

“Ahhhhh… AHHHH!!!” Wayne’s exhausted scream was cracking and hoarse as his ass fucking session got even more intense. The big bodybuilder’s juicy pecs were bouncing back and forth just like the rest of his big muscles, but such rough treatment and repeated movement caused something unexpected to happen: suddenly, creamy man milk spurt out from his engorged nipples! Gyno milk has always been a problem for bodybuilders on steroid, of course that included Wayne. But right now, as his entire hormonal and endocrine system got fucked into a complete mess, and his huge pecs got continuously stimulated, this huge muscle man was milking like a big muscle bitch!

Hours later, after breeding and unloading inside of his muscular step dad repeatedly, Danny panted as he pulled that enormous fuck rod out of his step dad’s brutally shattered mancunt. And what a mancunt it was, merely one day of fucking and rendered into a loose-skinned gaping fuck hole. Steamy cum gushed out of the bodybuilder’s destroyed hole as the big muscle man lied face down on his step son’s bed, his torso completely limp, and his muscle ass raised up high like a true muscle pig he had just became. Wayne’s dark skin was covered by his step son’s creamy white semen, and this big bodybuilder was by now entirely out of himself. Defeated, broken, forever rendered into a muscular fuck toy.

“Fuck… Fuck me… Please… Fuck me more… “ As Danny got on his feet and was about to go grab a glass of water, he heard the whisper of his destroyed muscular step dad. Wayne’s eyes were dazed, mouth drooling, the corner of his mouth twitching into a crazed grin, as he reached his muscular arms behind himself, and played with his own annihilated man pussy with shaky fingers. Danny grinned victoriously.

He knew that from now on, he just got himself another muscle bitch.

~~ Act 12: April 2012 ~~

Danny grunted, and then sighed. It was almost 6 o’clock, yet he was stuck in the classroom alone with the math teacher. All those numbers on the practice booklet were giving Danny a severe headache: like most other kids, he hated math. Yet this was his third year repeating grade 12, he simply needed to pass the course. Needed. Given how bad his math grade was, the math teacher Mr. Lopez had forced Danny into detention. Three hours of nothing but math practices.

As Danny was banging his head against a wall filled with numbers, Mr. Lopez had dozed off. He must have been exhausted.

Danny looked up from his desk, trying to relax a bit after all those number crunching. He rested his eyes on Mr. Lopez, and grinned. That young Latino muscle hunk was certainly the hottest male teacher in this school, which was one of the reasons that Danny had agreed to this detention in the first place. The boy started to stare at the sleeping muscle stud in a way that he normally couldn’t before. Mr. Lopez’s wavy black hair was tied into a ponytail, black dress shirt was filled tight with big juicy muscles beneath the fabric. As this was technically already after school, Mr. Lopez had the first few shirt buttons off, revealing the clear cut edges above and between his huge muscular pecs. The Latino muscle hunk’s handsome face rested on the desk, carefully trimmed beard was irresistible to hormonal boys like Danny.

Danny swallowed, feeling that his own pants in the crotch region started to tighten up. He stood up from the desk, and slowly walked toward the sleeping hunky math teacher.

As he got closer, Danny was taken by surprise. Within Mr. Lopez dress pants, a huge meaty sausage shaped bulge was very clear. It seemed like the Latino muscle stud just got very aroused in his own dream. Danny grinned, it was probably just morning wood, but he liked how it looked. Though it was not comparable to Danny’s own ungodly cock, Mr. Lopez had a fuck rod already very huge amongst other men that Danny had seen. How suiting of this sexy muscle hunk.

As Danny stared at the sleeping muscle stud of a teacher, suddenly, Mr. Lopez’s phone vibrated. A messaged popped up, and as Danny was standing next to the sleeping hunk, he couldn’t help but saw what it was.

“Fuck me at your place today, my children are back home visiting.” It said. And the sender was Simpson. Principal Simpson.

Danny was stunned for a bit, but then his huge cock almost burst open the fabric on his pants out of the sudden realization: Mr. Lopez had been fucking Principal Simpson? Shit! That old muscle man really knows how to treat himself to the best! Bet he really like that big cock of Lopez’... Danny was ecstatic over the discovery that not only was Mr. Lopez secretly a muscular rent boy, but principal Simpson was in fact a cock-loving muscle pig! Maybe this was why Mr. Lopez dozed off in the first place: he was exhausted from long hours of fucking the muscle pig every night, filling that insatiable mancunt with his seed. And maybe that was why he was having a huge boner right now: because in his dreams, he was plowing Principal Simpson’s muscle ass!

Just as Danny was getting overly excited, Mr. Lopez had finally woke up. With still sleepy eyes, the Latino muscle stud first noticed the phone message not far from him, and a dirty grin climbed up that handsome face of his. But suddenly, coming to realize that he was in a room with a student for detention, the muscle stud panicked a little, looked up, turned around, and found that cute boy smiling knowingly at himself.

“H... Have you done your practice exam already Danny? What are you doing up here? Go back to your seat Mister!” The hunky math teacher quickly tried to recover from his surprise, and tried to act as he normally would.

“... So you are fucking Principal Simpson eh? Isn’t that, like, against the rules of something? Aren’t you engaged? Isn’t he married?” Danny smirked as he said lazily.

Cold sweat dripped down Mr. Lopez’s broad muscular back, obviously the boy had seen the incoming message. Damn the phone and how it doesn’t need to be unlocked to show messages. Frowning, the muscle stud was out of options, so he tried to play it cool: “What? No! The principal was just coming over for a chess match. He just uses provocative words ‘cause he’s very competitive and he doesn’t like losing. Now go back to your seat!”

But Danny didn’t budge, instead he simply kept staring into the handsome muscle teacher’s eyes with a smirk on his face: “Oh? Is that also why you were dirty talking about fucking his ass in your sleep?” He was buffing, Mr. Lopez didn’t sleep talk. But he himself wouldn’t know, would he.

The buffing worked, Mr. Lopez was stunned, and didn’t know what to say about that. “OK, look Danny, this is adult stuff, just don’t say anything to anyone. We’ll sort things out ourselves.” Finally, after a sigh, the muscle stud gave up, and changed his strategy to try to silence Danny instead. There were many possible options that ran through his mind, including threatening the boy by force, denying everything and blame it on the boy making things up, but he quickly realized that each of these options would lead to an even more bleak future. As soon as the boy tells someone, as long as people started to look for evidence, they’d be able to catch them. Fuck, his bed was still drenched in both of their cum. Short of murdering the child right here, there was no getting out of this easily, and murder was really not an option. Why? Because Mr. Lopez knows how attractive and sexy he was, he’d get gangbanged till he passed out by every prisoner in the block the first night he went in.

“I don’t know Lopez, it’s a REALLY interesting story to tell my friends about… “ Danny kept on smirking.

“No no Danny listen to me, listen to me! You cannot, cannot tell this to anyone. OK? You cannot say anything. Please.” Mr. Lopez stood up as he panicked, two heads taller than the boy and way more muscular.

Danny took a step back, and acted as if he was shocked: “What are you going to do? Hit a child? Threaten your own student?”

Quickly, Mr. Lopez realized that indeed this was not the best time to panic or get impatient. He inhaled, and then tried again in a softer tone: “No, no of course Danny, I’m your teacher I’m not going to hurt you. But you need to listen to me. Don’t tell anyone. It will hurt a lot of people. I can get you a lot of things if you promise you won’t tell.”

“What kind of things?”

“Anything. Anything you’d like.”

“Anything?” Danny grinned. That was the answer he was waiting for.

“Yes, anything. What would you like Danny?” Mr. Lopez was overjoyed as he thought that his bribery had worked. He didn’t show it of course. If only did he realize what he just got himself into.

“Mr. Lopez, you see, you were the one teaching our sex ed class a few years ago right? See… I didn’t really understand it. I want to know how it works. How “adults handle it”, as you said. And… I think that message just got me more curious.” Danny grinned as he looked at the muscle hunk in front of him up and down.

Mr. Lopez was caught by surprise, but quickly recovered with a smirk on his handsome face. Oh. He was dealing with one of those little faggot kids wanting to try cock for the first time. Who’d know it was that easy. Without showing those thoughts, the muscle hunk of a math teacher smiled and said: “Well why didn’t you just say so? You wanna suck my cock? Well come closer and…”

“No. I want to fuck your ass.”

Mr. Lopez was stunned, eyes wide open in disbelief. Fuck his ass? A high school boy wanted to fuck him, a muscle stud’s ass? Does he know how many men and women alike are lining up to get a taste of his big cock? Does he not realize what a catch his handsome muscle stud of a teacher is? This was not right, how can HE, be fucked in the ass? Even the principal would bend over to take his cock, he simply can’t be fucked!

Danny gave the shocked hunky teacher another few seconds, and then simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: “Oh OK, it’s fine. I’m off to find my friends…” As he said so, he turned around and ready to walk away.

“No!” Mr. Lopez broke out of his stunned state as he realized that Danny was going to leave and tell. Grunting his teeth and hesitating for another few seconds, he begrudgingly agreed. “... Fine.”

The handsome Latino muscle stud turned around to face the desk, unbuckled himself and sighed. Fuck his luck. With one swoop he pulled his own pants down to his ankles, revealing his muscular ass and thighs. Then, the math teacher put his musclebound arms on the desk and bent down, raising that big round muscle butt up, revealing the tender hole right in the centre of it.

This was humiliating. This was wrong. This was shitty as hell. But Mr. Lopez could only bite his teeth and suffer through it. It was going to hurt a bit, this he knew, but at least a small boy like Danny shouldn’t hurt too much. With some luck, this boy may have a tiny penis that he’d barely be able to feel. And then it would be over --- in fact, since Danny was now involved in this thing, it would make sure that he wouldn’t spill. Mr. Lopez knew that Danny was over 18, he had to be after repeating grade 12 three times. He’ll get his own revenge against this punk later, fuck his boy pussy into a sloppy cunt with his big Latino cock.

Danny swallowed as he stared at those perfect delicious muscle buttocks of his math teacher. Pulling out his now rock hard huge cock, the boy stepped forward, and started aiming. Grunting, he finally pushed his gigantic fat cockhead onto that tender pucker of Mr. Lopez.

“What the… Fuck… No NO WAIT! No…. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” As soon as Mr. Lopez felt a warm gigantic pillar pushing up into the crevice between his muscular buttocks, he realized that he had grossly underestimated the small boy. But before this Latino muscle stud could regret his decision, Danny’s enormous cock plunged in hard! Instantaneously, with a loud Boom!, the muscle stud’s tender sphincters snapped! The hunky math teacher started to tremble violently, his huge muscles twitching, veins popping, eyes widened in horror, pupils quivering in the centre while losing all focus! His handsome face was shocked into a painful twist, mouth gasping, saliva slid down the corner of his mouth. His big cock immediately engorged from the extreme sensation, as if it was so painful that it had come around full circle to trigger all the pleasure senses! The muscle stud’s mind was a complete blank, he could do nothing but tremble in place with all his limbs tensed up.

Gradually, Danny’s enormous cock started to shove deeper and deeper into Mr. Lopez’s muscle ass, stretching that bloodied torn cunt even further, and pushing out a cockhead shaped bump on Mr. Lopez’ muscular belly! Finally, as the entire huge cock of Danny’s got rammed into that poor broken asshole, Mr. Lopez’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he once again shivered intensely: this time, loads and loads of creamy white cum gushed out of his big erect cock, dripping from his cum slit onto the desk and floor below!

“Oh fuck… Fuck you were right Mr. Lopez… It DOES feel good… Sex IS a beautiful thing!” Panting with a dirty smile, Danny leaned forward and whispered into the fucked-silly muscle stud’s ears, quoting the things that the muscle stud himself had taught the students in sex ed a few years back. Then, suddenly, the boy grabbed the underside of the math teacher’s shirt, lifted it up by force, and flipped it over the handsome muscle hunk’s head! This way, stood in front of Danny was a muscle stood whose head and arms were covered by his own shirt, calves and feet covered by his own pants. All there was for Danny to see was the muscular broad back, narrow waist, huge muscular ass clenching onto a huge bitch maker too big for itself, and muscular thighs of thunder. It was as if he was impaling on his huge cock one of those real life sized silicone toys, where the identity of the fuck toy does not matter, there was no need for a head, no need for hands and feet. All there needed to be shown was that muscle ass and broad masculine back. Extremely aroused by this sight, Danny licked his own lips like a hungry wolf, and suddenly started to pull and thrust his hips like a mad man!

“Ahhhhh!!! FUCK FUCK NO FUCK AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Mr. Lopez screamed as he was again and again impaled by that humongous monster cock! His body swung back and forth violently as Danny’s cock plunged in and pulled out of him! Along with the mind numbing pain and pleasure, the handsome muscle stud was also in shock of how he was treated as a simple meaty fuck toy: one that doesn’t require even a face or identity! All his life he had been wanted and desired for his looks, for his muscles, for his cock. He had been worshipped. He had been celebrated. Yet now, he was nothing but a simple muscular fuck toy, a target practice for a plunging huge cock, a sex training dummy for a high school kid! The intense sensations combine with this extreme humiliation had finally pushed the muscle stud over the limit as his muscles tensed up once again, getting fucked easily into his second orgasm today!

Danny witnessed the process of destruction of his musclebound math teacher, and grinned maliciously. He kept pounding that muscle ass with all he’s got, and he knew that by the time he was done breeding this muscle stud, Mr. Lopez would be nothing but a mess, an obedient meaty fuck toy for him to use as long as he still went to school here. Math grades? He was sure that from now he’d only receive A in math classes. Too bad that Mr. Lopez won’t have too many chances of using that impressive cock of his for the rest of his life, as he’d inevitably fall in love with the sensation of getting ruthlessly fucked in the ass. One more thing, principal Simpson may have to find another big cock to satisfy his hole: his big Latino muscle boy toy had just been stolen, body and soul, by a big cocked student.

~~ Act 11: November 2012 ~~

“Your grades are still not picking up in Chemistry, Biology, and Social Studies. Your attendances are atrocious. You are already repeating Grade 12 the THIRD time, was I not clear that it is absolutely important for you to be on your A game?” Principal Simpson’s low magnetic voice was harsh, his eyes and expression even harsher. Danny stood in front of his desk, casually smiling as if he didn’t quite care. He didn’t. There were too many other things on his mind to worry about studies, too many fun things. He was no stranger to the principal’s office anyways.

Principal Simpson sighed. Danny took a closer look at the principal, age seemed to not have impacted how huge and muscular he was. Thick white hair and white beard, big bulky muscular body stretched out that extra-large suit, in fact the principal was a hell of an attractive man. Danny smirked as he started seeing the principal in a new light: before now, Principal Simpson was simply an annoying figure, but ever since Danny had found out about his secrets, it was impossible to look at him with the same eyes.

“... I can make an exception for one of your courses. But you’d have to do something for me in return.” The big beefy principal stared straight into Danny’s eyes and demanded.

Danny was caught off guard, he was simply too busy imagining Principal Simpson’s mature muscular body. “Uhhh… And what is that?” The boy forced his mind back into reality, and asked.

Principal Simpson sighed again and shook his head, as if it was impossible to get through to such a dumb little kid. He stood up from his chair behind the desk, that hulking body almost twice the size of Danny. Slowly walking toward the confused boy, his expression was that of disappointment, disappointed that Danny needed an adult to spell it out for him.

The towering muscle hulk of a principal stood in front of Danny, and suddenly, this giant pile of muscle simply dropped to his knees! A big hand grabbed onto Danny’s bulging crotch and squeezed gently, the boy almost yelled out in surprise. Lifting his head to face Danny eye to eye, the serious expression on Principal Simpson’s bearded face had instantly changed to a dirty, slutty grin. His eyes crazed with perverse excitement. His hands wrapped around Danny’s humongous cock and balls with practiced expertise.

“Your big fat cock, boy. You’ll have to fuck me with your big fat cock.” The mature muscle man’s voice was already hoarse and lust-tortured. Danny was a little stunned as he swallowed in anxiety as well as anticipation. Just a little stunned. After all, he had already known how much of a muscle slut Principal Simpson truly was. Naturally, over the past few months Principal Simpson had also found out about Danny knowing. It was a perverted but smart move on Principal Simpson’s part: gulp down on a big cock that was hiding right beneath his nose, and involve Danny into his dirty secrets too, such that the boy would never tell anything to the police without getting himself into trouble as well. After all, as a student repeating Grade 12 for the third time, Danny had been over 18 for more than 3 years now, despite not looking the part.

Realizing the situation at hand, Danny’s surprised face turned into a malicious grin. What the hell, why not. Neither of them were saints in this office, one wanted to fuck a huge muscle daddy into a pile of cum dripping meat, another wanted to milk a humongous cock until its owner passed out from exhaustion. There was no need to hide.

“Well, Principal, take what you need then. And please show me your wisdom for how it should be done.” Danny’s voice was almost demonic as he smirked.

Soon, the principal’s office was filled with gurgling, slurping sound and heavy pants. Both men had stripped completely naked except for their socks and shoes, their clothes lying around chaotically on the floor. Good thing that the office door was closed and locked. Danny sat on the principal’s desk with his arms supporting his leaned back torso, legs spread apart, big fat balls resting on the principal’s desk while the enormous pillar of fuck meat pointed angrily to the sky. The boy was in heaven, panting heavily with closed eyes: Principal Simpson really knew what he was doing. The big mature muscle hunk kneeled on the ground, both of his big hands grabbed onto Danny’s huge meaty shaft, neither able to fully enclose onto that insane girth. Sometimes he hungrily licked the veiny sides, sometimes he slurped on the fat cockhead, and sometimes he gagged as he swallowed that humongous cock down into his throat like a champ, allowing his own neck to dramatically stretch due to a huge meat rod stuffing down the centre of it. “Yeah… Mmmmm…. Oh fuck yeah… Mmmm….” In between keeping his mouth busy, this lust-filled muscle slut was whispering with his deep masculine voice, rubbing his face on that pile of fuck meat like an obedient muscle slave, and looking up into Danny’s eyes just as a true slut would. He was a great cock sucker, able to gulp down such an insanely huge cock without losing his mind. Probably the best cock sucker Danny would ever experience in his life. And that should be no surprise, given that this big mature muscle man had had more than three decades of experience gulping down king sized bitch breakers.

Danny moaned as he felt that incredibly nimble yet powerful tongue circling around his big fat cockhead, swirling down and rubbing rapidly against his sensitive spot on the shaft right beneath his cum slit. This experienced muscle slut even made good use of his huge pecs from time to time, flexing so that Danny’s huge cock could be squeezed right in the centre of those two pieces of huge manly chest muscles. Transparent sticky liquid had by now climbed all over that enormous fuck rod, polishing it such that it was glistening. Some of it was the muscle hunk principal’s saliva, some of it was Danny’s own pre cum. The big cocked boy’s legs were already slightly trembling, the back of his feet stretched and tensed up.

“Mmmmmm… Mmmm… Ahhhhhhhhh FUCK!” Suddenly, Danny’s entire body started to sqirm and tremble uncontrollably, and huge loads of cum gushed out of that enormous cock like an erupted volcano! The huge fuck rod quivered in a rapid spasm, sending creamy sticky man juice high into the air, spreading and splashing onto Danny’s own naked body as well as that muscular body of the principal. Fresh steamy cum quickly flowed down and covered that entire huge cock, and the big muscle slut of a principal smirked with widened dirty eyes, seemingly even more horny as he stared at how this humongous meat pillar came to an orgasm.

“Oh yeah, yeah that’s it boy, cum for papa… “ The principal murmured like a crazed hunter as he hungrily licked up as much cum as he could right off Danny’s big fat cock, swallowing it all. As Danny pants on the tabletop in his post orgasmic bliss, principal Simpson was getting ready for the next course: the main course. The big mature muscle beast climbed onto his own desk too with a lust-driven fervor, squatting down with each of his muscular thick leg at each side of Danny’s recovering body. He reached his muscular arm back and grabbed onto Danny’s still fully erect huge cock, and positioned the cum covered fat cockhead right between his own spread out muscular butt cheeks, right up against that already wet and twitching nasty mancunt of his.

“Ha… Hah… Yeah boy, you’ve destroyed my last toy, so I’m gonna have to make a living dildo out of you… Mmmmmm FUCK it’s big… OH FUCK…. OH FUCK IT’S SO GOOD!” Panting heavily, the huge muscle man started to wiggle his big muscle ass downward, pressing his used up fuck hole against Danny’s huge cock. Using Danny’s still hot cum as lube, principal Simpson felt his hole stretching quickly to its max: it was probably the biggest cock that had ever stretched that de facto sex organ of his! If not for years of arm-eating fisting training that he had received, no doubt his engorged puffy man pussy would be torn right open by now! The extreme pressure pushed the white haired muscle man into extreme pleasure, moaning out loud as he kept on going. “Oh god… FUCK… It’s so fucking big… Oh fuck yeah… “ The principal’s eyes were filled with lust, frowning and twisted in pain, yet the corner of his mouth were grinning like a masochist finally getting what he wanted. Those muscular butt cheeks kept squatting downward despite being stretched to the brink of bursting, until finally, Danny’s humongous cock went all the way in, the big fat cockhead pushed out principal Simpson’s muscle gut into a visible bump!

“Shhhit… Shit… Look at this bump… Oh fuck I’m so stretched… Oh fuck it’s good… Fuck me, FUCK ME!” The crazed muscle hunk stared in awe as he looked down at his own bulged out belly, and in an overwhelming lust this huge muscle man started to violently pump his own muscle ass up and down! He was indeed using Danny’s huge cock as a giant dildo, getting more and more sex crazed as that living dildo stretches out his own muscle gut again and again!

Danny was moaning and groaning, he stared in awe as the hunky principal bounced up and down on himself. The principal’s own rock hard cock and huge cum filled balls were swung into a violent motion too, slapping against his own bulged out stomach and then smacking into Danny’s smooth belly. Not before long, right in front of Danny’s eyes, the swinging tip of principal’s rock hard cock started to leak out pre cum by the load, and this sticky liquid was quickly swung into silver chains that were throwing into the air and landing on heated copulating male bodies. Danny knew that principal Simpson was an experienced bottom, a power bottom, but he didn’t anticipate this huge mature muscle man to be THIS good: even in his lust-crazed movement, the mature muscle hunk’s stretched out fuck hole was clenching tight every time he lifted that muscle ass up, and pushing out every time he pounded that muscle ass down! Danny felt his cock being dragged and pushed by principal Simpson’s nasty pussy, driving the big cocked boy into heat faster than anything else he had experienced!

Finally, Danny moaned and squirmed once again, limbs stretching and tensing up, that huge cock violently twitched inside of the mature muscle man’s used hole! Gallons and gallons of seed got once again milked right out of him and quickly filled up the principal’s gut! “Oh yeah… Oh FUCK YEAH!!!” Feeling the huge cock suddenly engorging even further and then violently twitching inside of his gut, principal Simpson immediately forced himself down onto Danny, burying that huge fuck rod deep inside himself! He could feel the hot liquid pumping into his gut, even stretching it out further! The immense pleasure had finally sent this big mature muscle beast into orgasm himself: the muscle beast moan, groaned, squirmed, tensed, every piece of his giant muscles quivering as creamy cum poured out of his rock hard cock continuously, splashing all over Danny’s body!

“Ha… Ha… Hah… Good job boy… Ha… That was great… “ After a good minute of simultaneous bliss, the muscular principal was panting heavily with that huge cock still lodged deep inside of him. His eyes were droopy, lazy, and glazed, his bearded face wearing a satisfied dirty grin. Milking big cocks with his muscle ass had been his thing for decades. All his life he had been a symbol of masculinity: huge muscles, huge powers, he had always been in control and admired for his masculinity. But there was always one thing that he lacked: a huge cock. And this had always bothered him. Big muscles, he could easily achieve through training. Big powers, he could easily achieve through climbing the social ladders and working hard. But a big cock? He was stuck with what he had, merely an above average size. He had tried everything when he was younger: jelqing, pumping, even considered surgery. It might have helped a little, but he wanted more, way more. Gradually, this desire to “become” turned into a desire to “be with”, because without himself able to possess a gigantic cock, a symbol of ultimate manhood, he could only possess it through another man by swallowing it deep inside of his gut. In this way, he was satisfied.

Panting and recovering from post-climax memories and thoughts, the big mature muscle man tried to get up, pulling that still hard huge cock out of his stretched fuck hole. But suddenly, two hands tightly grabbed onto his waist, and forced his muscular body down again!

“MMmnnn! What the… “ The unexpected movement and having his hole once again stretched right open forced the surprised muscular principal to look down. His eyes met directly with those of Danny’s: crazed eyes and a dirty devious grin, the big cocked boy was just getting started! The bestial lust within Danny had awoken and he wasn’t going to stop until this big mature muscle bitch got fucked into a whimpering pile of cum dripping meat!

The principal was stunned. In his decades of milking huge cocks, by now however stamina filled his living dildos were, they should be milked dry and exhausted, some would even collapse on the ground panting heavily. Yet this boy, Danny, was obviously underestimated!

But there was no time for the muscular principal to reconsider his actions. His fate was sealed. Grabbing onto the principal’s waist, Danny suddenly started to violently thrust his hips up and down, mercilessly RAMMING that huge cock in and out of principal Simpson’s cum-filled gut!

“Ahhhh FUCK!!!” The mature muscle slut screamed out in shock as the predator had turned into prey! This was not what he had expected, not what he had prepared for, the violent pounding of his already tired hole was so powerful that it threatened to burst his gut open! The muscle giant tried to struggle, but being in this position with a huge cock impaling him, he simply couldn’t do anything at all but to get his brain fucked right out of him! Before long, the screaming muscle beast started to feel himself losing control as his eyes started to roll back to his skull. He was desperately trying to remain in control of his own muscular body, but alas, that ruthless pounding was simply too much! Over the years, through experience and practice, it became second nature for this big muscle man to clench and push on his sphincter as huge cocks dive in and drag out of his sloppy cunt, but now, he felt that his overworked sphincter was fatiguing and starting to fail: at this rate, soon his cunt would be fucked into simply yet another powerless fuck hole!

“FUCK!!! Ahhh… AHHH!!! Please… Please no… AHHH!!! You’re gonna break me… Ahhhh… Ha… Hah… You’re break my pussy… FUCK!!! Ahhhh…. Yeah… Break me… PLEASE BREAK ME!!!” Finally, as the muscular principal got fucked right into his second orgasm by a humongous cock he grossly underestimated, this experienced muscle slut lost all control over his body and mind, sinking into a pile of messy fuck meat and nothing more! Danny on the other hand, was getting more and more riled up as he fucked the cum out of the muscle beast once again: and he was determined to keep going until he unloads in this nasty muscle bitch at least 3 more rounds.

Late in the afternoon, the door to the principal’s office finally opened. Danny was still tucking his shirt with a satisfied smirk on his face as he walked out of the office. Everyone else had gone home, which was fortunate for the principal.

The office was filled with the fragrance that was a mixture of manly musk, sweat and semen. Loads and loads of semen. On the cum covered desk, a mature muscle men lied there unconscious and naked, his muscular huge body powerlessly spread out like yet another piece of used meat, his sloppy nasty cunt stretched way beyond its limits and still gushing out loads and loads of cum. He wanted to be fucked, and he WAS fucked, fucked for good. From now on, Danny would simply get whatever he wanted from the principal as long as he would oblige to the mature muscle man’s begging to get fucked again. Biology grade? Chemistry grade? Those would never be a problem for Danny anymore. In fact, this would be the last year that Danny would be attending high school: he would for sure graduate this year. Perhaps he could make the principal pardon Nick in the same way too. They were both going to go to college next year, thanks to Danny’s humongous cock that completely broke a confident muscle bottom’s fuck hole.

~~ Act 10: April 2013 ~~

Danny gulped as he followed Kevin up the stairs, staring at that muscular bubble butt as it clenched and released with each step. This was a fine piece of muscle ass. In fact, Kevin was even better looking than the picture he had on the app. This big muscle pig was only a few years older than Danny himself but he was already marketing himself as an “extremely experienced bottom” on the app. Must be those wild college years that turned him into a muscle pig, probably got fucked by hundreds of cocks, cocks of different shapes and sizes. I hope my college days are as wild as that, Danny thought to himself. He would be going to college in the fall, alongside Nick. And he was more and more looking forward to it.

According to Kevin, he was instantly drawn to Danny’s enormous cock, apparently this muscle bottom pig was able to take arms and legs into his stretched out cunt, so Danny was very impressed too, it would be very interesting to try and plow a used up pussy like that. Just half an hour earlier, they met up at the park just beneath this apartment building. Impressed with what they saw, the two horny men moved on to the actual plan while they were having a coffee downstairs: they’d fuck in Kevin’s apartment till dawn, but there is a catch --- Kevin’s boyfriend would be there.

Danny was confused at first, but he quickly realized that this muscle pig have a thing for cuckolding. Really it shouldn’t be too surprising that Kevin was that kinky, given what he had stuffed into his mancunt before. He mentioned that his boyfriend is the most manly macho man that he had ever met, an absolute alpha male, so it is extra hot to have himself being stolen by a big cocked small boy right under his eyes. As the handsome muscle stud grinned mysteriously, he told Danny of the plan: he’d introduce Danny to his boyfriend as his younger cousin, and make up a story about how Danny needs to crash in his place for tonight. And then, at night Danny would sneak into their bedroom, get into their bed, and fuck the muscle pig right there while his boyfriend was sound asleep. According to Kevin, not even an earthquake would wake up his man, this plan is bullet proof.

Danny got a hard on just from listening to the plan, so of course he agreed right away.

The door opened, bringing Danny back into the present. “Honey, I’m home!” Kevin casually yelled as he guided Danny into the apartment. A extremely built muscle bear walked out from the living room to greet him. Danny was dazed in admiration for a little bit: Kevin was not lying. His boyfriend was huge, masculine to the point of blatant arrogance, and muscular like a bull. “This is my little cousin Danny. He’s just in town for today, so he needs to crash at our place. Is that OK?” Kevin leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, and asked casually.

“Of course.” His boyfriend replied lazily as he turned around to face Danny. “Hey. Sup bro. Help yourself to things.”

Danny nodded with an innocent face, instantly making him seem several years younger than he was. In the back of his mind however, he was smirking to himself: damn right I’ll help myself to things. Like your boyfriend’s ass.

“Alright boys, I’m gonna cook us some dinner now. Hey Danny you wanna take a shower first? The ride here must be dusty.” Kevin kept on playing a casual cousin as he started to walk toward the kitchen. And when his boyfriend wasn’t looking, he gave Danny a dirty little wink: of course Danny should take a shower first, to get ready for a good fucking tonight.

“Oh… Oh yeah I should. Thanks.” Danny answered like a ditzy child, smiling innocently before he headed into the bathroom.

With his clothe and pants off, Danny stared into the mirror at his own body. He’s got some muscles on his upper body, resulted from intense training. But no matter how hard he train, his small stature and bone structure was the ultimate limitation. Perhaps metabolism too. He just simply could not get the hyper masculine torso of all those muscle men --- Muscle men like Nick, like Kevin, like Kevin’s muscle bear boyfriend. And that face, very cute, but that was it. Cute. Like a boy. Not a grown man. His legs and glutes were the most muscular parts on his body, but even these cannot compare to the thunder thighs that those two muscle men outside of the bathroom door sported. Danny sighed, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

But thank god, his eyes slid to that big fat cock of his. Slightly engorged from the thoughts of the impending cuckold, that huge cock was juicy and veiny even when flaccid. It hanged low and heavy between his thighs, looking disproportionately large due to his small size. Those two bull balls also dragged the ball sack low behind Danny’s huge cock. The boy smiled in consolation: at least he’s got these. These manly fuck tools. These are what counts anyways, aren’t they?

Danny stepped into the shower and reached for the handles, and then he froze up. Kevin had an extravagant shower system, there were so many buttons and handles that Danny simply didn’t know what to do with it. After trying for a few minutes to figure out this shower, Danny sighed and gave up.

“Kev, I don’t know how to turn on your shower…” Danny’s voice passed through the bathroom door and barely reached the kitchen. Kevin was busy dicing peppers and onions, so he simply shouted at his muscle bear boyfriend without looking up: “Honey, would you go and help my cousin with the shower?”

Kevin’s boyfriend had spread his muscular large body across the coach, watching football in the living room. Upon Kevin’s request, he sighed under his breath as he rolled his eyes, not letting his boyfriend see it of course. “Of course baby.” After a short pause, the big muscle bear stood up and walked lazily toward the bathroom.

“OK bro. Let me handle it.” The muscle bear swung his way into the bathroom, and started speaking in his bass voice. “Just gotta turn the blue handle first, and… “ The muscle bear lazily pushed away the shower curtain, bent his huge torso over with one of his muscular arms reaching for the shower handle. Yet as he turned around, his eyes widened, and he simply froze there. He was paying little attention to this kid, such that he landed him in a particular position. The boy’s cock was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen in his entire life, and it was dangling just inches from his face!

Danny was also a little surprised as the big muscle bear simply pushed away the shower curtain and leaned in. Now they were in this awkward position, both men simply froze for a good few seconds. The muscle bear was simply staring in awe at that humongous cock, not being able to process how this monster could grow out of a small kid who was apparently yet to go to college. Danny on the other hand, was feeling the muscle bear’s heated breathe landing on his cock, temporarily stunned, not knowing if he should move or not.

But seconds later, Danny’s gigantic fuck meat had decided everything for him: being stimulated by the hot breath of the muscle bear, that meaty pillar started growing. Right in front of both men’s eyes, that monster cock stiffened up, and the back side firmly pressed onto the muscle bear’s bearded rugged face!

The sensation of a monster cock pressing against his face had suddenly pushed the muscle bear back into reality. He jerked back as if he had seen ghost, eyes wide open in shock and horror as he stared into Danny’s stunned eyes. All types of thoughts ran through Danny’s head at this moment, some lewd, some anxious. With this mountain of gargantuan muscles standing right before him, Danny knew without a doubt that one punch from this huge muscle man will break a bone somewhere on his own small body. He simply could not provoke that huge man. He had to lower his guard right this moment. So instinctively, Danny decided to stick with the plan: he was just an innocent cousin in town, visiting, and nothing more. So he quickly blushed and looked away, looking as innocent as possible.

The muscle bear was stunned for a few more second. He was very confused by his own feelings. So confused that it hurt. It hurt in the mind, and it hurt in his pants: somehow, the shock of seeing a small boy sporting that enormous cock got him instantly hard. It was as if his manliness was challenged, and being caught off guard he had lost. He, a huge muscle man, had lost. Had been defeated. And right now, the shy, innocent expression of this boy rendered it impossible for him to irrationally blame it on the little guy --- he was stuck. He had to do something about it. Anything.

The muscle bear snapped back into reality, and perhaps even to his own surprise, he didn’t even turn around, just backed up a bit more, and slowly closed the bathroom door behind him, locking it. There were very complicated things going through his eyes as he kept staring at Danny’s enormous semi-erect cock. Gulping, as if hypnotized, this huge muscle man quickly took off his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and walked toward the athletic boy with eyes fixed on that huge fat cock. He reached his big hand down his own unbuckled pants as he got on his knees right in front of Danny. Without saying a word, he opened his mouth, hesitating for a second, and then that bestial urge had finally defeated his male pride for good. Like a thirsty slut, this huge muscle bear who was supposed to be exclusively top started to suck on a stranger’s gigantic cock!

Danny was a little surprised by how this little accident is turning out. But just a little. Very quickly he had adjusted to this new plan. Having this huge muscle bear kneeling before himself, hungrily and desperately trying to devour his humongous cock, it was not a scene to be refused. This extremely masculine muscle bear was not only trying to gulp down that huge cock, he was shamelessly grabbing his own too, as if he had already accepted the idea of cumming while sucking on another man’s penis. Danny was getting more and more heated, panting heavier now, eyes glazed, frowning slightly. It took quite a few seconds to fully fill up a cock as huge as his, but at this point, with thick veins climbing all over it, both men knew that this gigantic fuck meat was hard enough to stretch open any fuck hole. Perhaps that was very fortunate for the defeated muscle bear, because Kevin’s muscle stud boyfriend couldn't possibly fit more of Danny into his already stretched-to-the-limit mouth. Danny’s huge cock was only going to get bigger. At that point even if the muscle bear was just staying right there without moving, that fat cockhead would still tear the corners of his lips and possibly even dislocate his jaws. Indeed, the huge muscle bear was already feeling how that humongous fuck meat was stretching his jaw... Just a minute or two more and he'd probably end up dislocating it, so now was a good time to move on. If they wanted to do this without Kevin catching it, it was time for the other hole. One that didn't have to worry too much about in terms of stretching --- Because tearing it open and giving this defeated muscle stud a brand new sloppy pussy was already a given.

Heck, with how much that bitch breaker cock had managed to grow within the muscle bear’s mouth, he actually had some trouble pulling it out. Upon pulling it out, the suction in his mouth was only increasing and caused his cheeks to cave in. Finally, with a loud and wet scchhhrrpPOP, that big fat dick swung free of the newly turned big muscle slut's lips.

With teary dazed eyes, the huge muscle man stared at the gigantic piece of fuck meat in front of him, worshipping it and rubbed it on his face like a true muscle bitch. That whole cockhead, along with the rest of Danny’s breeding meat, was completely covered in the muscle man’s spit, glistening in the bathroom light as the eager muscle whore admired the saliva-polished huge dick bouncing and throbbing up and down right there in front of his face.

Danny smirked with glazed eyes as he looked down at the huge muscle man’s eager, degrading face. Just a few seconds of sucking this huge fuck meat, and this “exclusive top macho man” was totally cock drunk, obviously wanting more. With that kind of face, Danny seriously doubted that there was one single cell in the muscle bear’s masculine body that didn't scream "FUCK ME" right now. Consequently, it was time for Danny to drop the innocent cover, and completely destroy this muscle man’s self-esteem with some strong words.

"Get up fuck toy, turn around, and raise that muscle ass for me... " Danny grinned in lust, and whispered the order to the newly turned muscle bitch. "In fact... After you do that... Be a good man whore and back up onto my cock. Don't be a pussy about it, I expect to hear splitting sound and see blood shooting out between your meaty ass cheeks, you hear me?"

The muscle bear was completely drunk on cock right now. He had been given an assignment by a superior man and he was eager to carry it out. He just wanted that huge sloppy schlong, that massive monster cock about to ruin his cheating muscle ass for good. All because he couldn't handle the shock of seeing a much bigger cock than his own.

"Oohh... I want it so fucking bad..." The muscle bear whispers out in a hoarse, lust tortured voice. Saliva still dripped from his lips as he proceeded to stand up as was asked of him. With shaky hands, he quickly took off his pants, exposing his own rock hard big cock, which was bubbling a steady stream of pre cum from the cum slit. Panting in anticipation and heat, the big muscle stud swiftly turned around. And there it was. That big, plump and muscular ass bouncing ever so lightly with each move he took. That ass looked perfectly masculine with how meaty and plush it was. The big muscle bear slowly bent over and brought his hands over to his muscular butt cheeks. Then right there, in front of Danny’s hungry eyes, he spread those cheeks wide open, shamelessly showing off that tight asshole in between. Danny swallowed hard: the thought of fucking and breeding a big muscle man like this, and the thought of cheating on Kevin’s cheating ass, all made the big cocked boy throb so hard that it hurt. Just look at that fuck hole: Oh fuck it looked tight... But how would it hold up after getting fucked by a monster cock like some cheap fucking cunt? Only one way to find out.

Slowly the big muscle bear started backing up, doing his best to aim that big, rubbery ass toward Danny’s huge meat club. Finally, the muscle stud felt that swollen, spit covered knob pressing between his own butt cheeks, pushing them apart. Danny bit his teeth as he wore a dirty grin, the big cocked boy simply sat back and watched it all happen. Panting in pleasure, with blurry eyes, he witnessed those huge beefy ass muscles tremble and quiver. He saw them flex as the big muscle man tried to squat down on his own enormous cock. Then, finally, Danny felt that deep canyon in between that muscle ass meat, felt that tight pucker against the tip of his gigantic cock. He didn't only feel it, he SAW it happen.

And it felt FUCKING GOOD!

"Ooohhmm... fuck me... fucking breed me..." Immediately losing himself in heat, the muscle bear panted out from underneath his breath with an almost cracking voice. Shaking in extreme excitement, the defeated muscle man took a moment to adjust himself, making sure his asshole was perfectly aligned with that big fat cockhead, and BAM! Biting his teeth, he simply shoved himself down.

"Aahhhh!" The muscle bear shouted out, jolts of both pain and pleasure shooting through his muscular body! Right in front of Danny’s own eyes, this newly turned muscle bitch shoved his masculine meaty body onto that humongous cock like a living fuck toy! Danny was stunned: Shit, Kevin’s muscle bitch boyfriend, being so eager and lust-crazed, did exactly what he was told. He practically launched himself and FORCED that huge cock into his tight muscle ass! The muscle bear screamed, trembled violently, but still kept going at it! Danny opened his eyes wide, as he watched his big fuck meat literally TEARED open the muscle stud’s once tight hole! And SNAP! This muscle stud's sphincter snapped and teared as blood gushed out, splashing all over his own meaty butt cheeks and flowing down Danny’s veiny thick shaft! That hole between those muscular ass meat was indeed tight before, but that was all over now. As that sphincter was teared up, all there remained was a sloppy disfigured mancunt between those muscular cheeks. A loose pussy that no one could possibly enjoy except monster cocks like Danny’s. Kevin’s masculine boyfriend, the one he planned to cheat on, had now not only cheated on Kevin instead, but got fucked into a muscle slut!

And then, despite the sphincter snapping pain, the squirming muscle hunk roared like a mad man as he repeated the very same action, this time followed by a faint sound of something tearing... The muscle bear huffed and panted on top of that gigantic faggot destroying cock, and then with a lust-filled grunt the big muscular size queen kept on pushing himself backwards! Wiggling his muscular body, the fucked-silly muscle bear kept devouring that humongous meat pillar with his insatiable fuck hole! As Danny was stimulated by the nasty dirty scene right in front of him, and felt such extremely tight pressure clamping and wrapping on his huge cock, he felt himself going into heat.

"You alright, guys?" Came Kevin’s distant voice from the Kitchen. Between the noises in the kitchen and the bathroom fans, he only heard his boyfriend roaring as if he was under immense pain. Wondering if everything was alright, the muscle stud shouted out from the kitchen, as he was a bit busy getting the meal out of the oven.

“Mmmm… Yeah we’re fine… Mmmmm… I’m just… Mmmm… The pipe burst! I’m… Ahhhh… Fixing it!” Kevin’s muscle bear boyfriend yelled from the bathroom. Oh if only did Kevin know what was happening in the bathroom, if only did he realize how difficult it was for his “macho” boyfriend to answer his call with such a huge cock stuffed in his ass. If only did he see how his hyper masculine man acted like a total muscle slut. Despite that once tight anal ring having been torn, the large muscular stud was still squirming around, pushing his ass back and making the neediest fucking noises all the while. Kevin couldn’t possibly have imagined. He simply had never heard his muscle daddy pant like that, let alone whine as he did occasionally as he manages to force another inch of Danny’s ass destroying cock into his brand new man pussy.

Yet Danny had by now fully turned into a beast himself. Without waiting for the muscle bear to shift his attention back, Danny grunted, frowned, bit his teeth, and suddenly grabbed the newly rendered muscle slut’s waist with both arms. Then, BAM! With a heavy push of his pelvis, Danny RAMMED the entirety of that humongous fuck meat into that muscle bear’s gut! As if he himself was as lust-crazed as this muscle bitch in front of him. Without stopping, he started swinging his hips HARD! Driving that bitch breaker in and out of the breathless muscle bitch’s destroyed ass, pulling out guts and pushing in meat, splashing blood everywhere, with absolutely no regard for the fuck toy’s safety or wellbeing --- Just using him like an object. In extreme heat, Danny looked to the side to the mirror in the bathroom, and saw a small boyish looking young man fucking a big muscular hunk in the most brutal and merciless way ---- And he grinned in satisfaction.

"Oh god... Fuuuuck... please FUCK ME! Ruin me with your superior cock!" The muscle hunk begged in a slutty heat, and his wish was quickly granted. As that humongous fat cock rammed all the way into his gut, the muscle bear could feel how his muscular belly bulged out simply due to the amount of massive dick meat burying into his ruined ass and gut! He was surprisingly quiet despite the ruthless fucking, not because he wanted to, but simply because he could barely even breath from the hardcore ass destruction he was going through, let alone speak. All he could get out were gasps and very faint moans as his extremely muscular body was used as nothing more than a fleshlight. As a personal fuck toy for a monster cocked slut maker such as Danny. That was all the once proud muscle bear was, that was all that was remaining of his macho self, everything else had been mercilessly fucked out of his muscled body. In this mindless slutty state, he didn't even fight back as Danny’s enormous cock bounced his muscular body back and forth.

Through all this merciless fucking, one could see the muscle bear’s own big cock bouncing dramatically between his thick muscular legs, occasionally slapping against his own bulging stomach. All of a sudden, that bouncing big cock erupted with thick, white ball batter all across the bathroom floor! The muscle bear’s slimy cum quickly messed up the floor, but it didn't seem like this fucked-silly muscle whore cared at all. It didn't seem like he even noticed his own climax as he was too busy focusing on the feeling of having his whole body used as a giant muscular condom. A cum dump. Just a place to dump a massive load of sloppy cockslop into.

Just like his asshole used to be, the rest of the muscle bear’s insides was very tight as well. The muscle man’s insides clung tightly onto Danny’s ass tearing monster cock, squeezing onto it tightly, practically milking that oversized fuck meat deep inside himself. Danny frowned, covered in sweat, and suddenly tensed up. Gallons and gallons of hot seed rushed into the muscle slut’s gut, filling each and every part of the muscle bear’s innards with copious amounts of milky juice, once and for all marking Kevin’s muscular boyfriend as his very own muscled cock sleeve!

There were still some sounds coming from the bathroom, and it had been so long. After putting dinner into plates, Kevin had finally became a little suspicious. After all, he still hadn't heard the sound of running water. So the muscle man simply walked over to the bathroom door, unlocked it, and pushed it open.

And then, of course, he froze.

His boyfriend, that macho muscle man who had been fucking his ass every night for 3 years, that hung stud who he was very proud to call the manliest man he knew, was stuffed by a small boy’s enormous cock to the point of stomach bulging! This once arrogant muscle bear had a crazed and ecstatic expression on his twisted face, clearly having his brain and self-esteem completely fucked out of him! Also fucked right out of him was his own cum --- Kevin’s macho boyfriend had been reduced into a musclebound cock sleeve, right there in their own bathroom!

Merely seconds later, the stunned and broken Kevin stood there, and his own muscular body started to quiver as he shamelessly came into his own pants. He wanted to play cuckold on his boyfriend, but guess it was himself who was played instead. Not only was he cheated on right under his nose, his macho boyfriend had also been forever rendered into a muscle slut. Most shameful of all, facing all of this unacceptably cruel reality, instead of anger or sadness, this muscle man came into his own pants.

Danny was panting heavily, satisfied after giving that muscle bear a good raw breeding. He lifted his head up, staring into Kevin’s stunned eyes, and smirked mysteriously. From that shocked expression on Kevin’s handsome face, Danny immediately knew that he had broken two muscle men today. He’ll have to remember this address, because these two broken muscle men would be begging to ride on his huge cock very frequently in the future.

~~ Act 9: October 2013 ~~

Drum beat blasted through the bass speaker, rippling through crowds of drunken young people as they danced, laughed, and tried to yell on top of their lungs to talk to someone standing next to them. Flickering Neon light swirled every colour of the rainbow around the dark room, turning this frat house into a nightclub.

Danny sat on the couch with a beer in hand, he wasn’t drinking too much at all, he was waiting for an opportunity. Nick invited him to the party, but that blonde muscle jock was nowhere to be found, probably chatting up some big tittied cheerleader in a dark corner with fingers stuffed inside of her pussy. Danny looked around with lazy eyes: people were making out in all the corners, even beside him on the couch. Everyone was drunk to a certain degree. But he needed to find someone even more drunk than that. Preferably someone muscular and big.

Finally, after spending a good 3 hours on the hunt, Danny had finally spotted his prey: a senior year football player, extremely muscular and very handsome, was passed out on the couch near the stairs of the frat house. Danny grinned in savagery, he had found his target.

The cute boy stood up right away and wiggled himself through the dense crowd until he reached this big muscle hunk. Casually, he simply pulled the muscular arm of the football player around his shoulders, and dragged the drunken man up to his feet, before heading to the stairs. No one else have noticed, everyone was having fun. Even if they’ve noticed, they would assume that it was just someone helping a drunk friend up the stairs. And even if they looked carefully, in this lighting it was simply impossible to tell who’s who.

As soon as Danny had managed to pull the hulk to the second floor, he noticed the change in the sound. The music was still raving, but moaning and groaning sound escaped out of the dorm rooms. Obviously, lust filled young people were fucking in there. As Danny dragged the muscle hunk through the doorway, the smell of sweat, perfume and semen got stronger and stronger. Turning the corners, Danny was finally able to find a few spare rooms with doors open. But he also found out that he was not the only one looking for a room.

Up ahead in the hallway, a huge muscle man had his thick arm around a drunken jock’s waist. This muscle giant was several years older than the rest of the attendees here, his masculine maturity showed in his muscle size. Danny recalled seeing this guy at multiple parties, what was his name? Right, Marvin, Nick’s football coach. And right now, the big football coach seemed to have picked up one of his own players, ready to pounce and feed. The muscle coach pushed the stumbling jock into one of the open rooms, and then proceeded to walk in himself, a devious grin appeared on his ruggedly good looking face. And then the door was shut tight. As Danny had finally brought the muscular senior year jock into the empty room a few doors down, he heard an agonizing scream bursting out of coach Marvin’s room: that poor jock, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

Danny threw the heavy pile of drunken muscle onto the bed, then quickly stripped the muscle stud clean of clothes. After closing the door, Danny turned around, and stared at the drunken muscle beast with a hungry smile. Look at that broad thick back. Look at those big round glutes. The upper year muscle man lied in the bed, face down, oblivious of what was going to happen to himself.

Danny walked over to the muscle jock’s head while rubbing the jock’s own dirty underwear into a ball. Once there, the devious boy stuffed that ball of underwear into the muscle jock’s own salivating mouth. The jock frowned a little with his eyes still closed, a light moan escaped his throat. But he was simply way too drunk to wake up just from this.

Then, Danny grinned as he slowly took off his own clothes. That enormous schlong of his was already pumped up with veins, leaking pre cum at the meaty tip. The boy climbed up the bed, got behind that juicy muscle ass, and grabbed the two pieces of big glute meat. Spreading those glute meat apart, the muscular upper year man’s tender pink hole was exposed right in front of Danny’s hungry eyes.

The boy didn’t hesitate before pushing the tip of his huge fat cock up against that tender hole. Slowly, he started to push in. The muscle jock’s sphincter uncomfortably expanded, and within second it had already been tightened to the point of snapping! The big upper year man moaned in his drunken dreams, his muscular body started to squirm in pain, his glutes twitching rapidly. Sensing immense resistance, Danny knew that it was time to break this muscle stud. Grinning, he suddenly pushed HARD, and POP! A loud snapping sound accompanied the snapping of the muscle man’s poor fuck hole, and the jock’s limbs immediately tensed up, his entire body shaking violently, and his head lifted up in shock!

“Mmmmmm!!!” Pupils were trembling aimlessly in the centre of his wide open eyes, yet the muscle jock’s brain was still way too drunk to even know what was going on. His muffled scream was breaking and cracking as his tender asshole just got destroyed, muscular arms and legs were struggling and kicking aimlessly, unable to escape Danny’s grasp in this useless drunken state.

Danny simply grabbed onto those juicy ass steaks even harder, and continued to push in slowly. Inch by inch, his enormous cock stretched out the squirming muscle man’s column, smoothing all those folds, until that big fat cockhead was pressing heavily against the muscle jock’s prostate!

“Mmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!!” The muscle jock’s struggle became more frantic as he felt the immense pressure on his prostate: he felt like he was going to explode! That huge cock was going to fuck him to death! It was going to crush his prostate! His eyes rolled back into his skull as tears streamed down his twisted face, yet being pinned on the bed by a huge cock, no amount of superior muscular strength could allow him to struggle free. He was doomed.

POP! As the second popping sound occurred deep inside of the muscle jock’s body, the poor victim immediately went into seizure, his entire muscular body quivering violently as his own cock started to spurt out a mixture of cum and blood onto the bed sheet. His prostate had just been crushed. He was a complete man no more.

Danny smirked like a crazed man, enjoying the cruel treatment of this drunken muscle stud. Lusting and panting by now, the big cocked boy couldn’t resist any longer. Fuck it. Suddenly, he bit down his teeth as he thrusted his hips forward HARD, and forced that enormous meaty pillar all the way into the muscle jock’s gut!

“MmmmmmmmmMMmmmmmmpphhhhh!!!!!” Horrified eyes swung open, agonizing scream cracked and split, the poor muscle jock got fucked right out of his seizure in this one swooping plunge! With his screams came another popping sound: this time, his femurs were dislocated from his hip socket as that gigantic cock was simply way too large! The muscle studs’ powerful legs immediately went limp and scattered to the sides! His fate was sealed for good: now this upper year muscle jock couldn’t even escape should he finally clear up his drunken mind. His muscle ass was simply laying there like a loose meaty pillow, impaled through the centre by a monster cock, destined to take loads and loads of Danny’s thick creamy cum without a single chance of retaliation.

“Oh fuck yeah…” Danny laughed maniacally as he just realized that he was able to fuck a muscle man into dislocated thighs. Getting incredibly turned on, Danny started to swing his hips and plunged time after time into the once again seizuring muscle stud. Tomorrow, when the inhabitants of this frat house could finally wake up with a headache and try their best to clean up, they would find this muscular upper year football player lying face down unconscious on a cum covered bed, his tree trunk legs powerlessly limping to the sides, his virgin hole annihilated and destroyed with cum still gushing out of it. They would send the muscle jock to the hospital while they make up a story to try to cover their own asses. They’d assume that coach Marvin was the one who destroyed this young muscle stud, and that rumor would be accepted by all on campus, including the destroyed muscle stud himself: after all, he had never seen who fucked him. The jocks’ legs were fine, he could still play football unhindered, but his prostate was irreversibly damaged, such that he needed a huge dildo stuffed up his ass in order to achieve orgasm. Soon, with pent up sexual frustration he’d be more and more daring, eventually given up his male pride and come around the campus begging for a huge cock to pound his ass. Who knows, many years later he might even remember all of these as his own choice as he happily entertains an entire room of big cocks with his sloppy mancunt.

~~ Act 8: March 2014 ~~

There were not many people in the locker room. It was late at night, and there weren’t many people here. Danny was covered in sweat, and was about to change out of his gym clothes on the side bench.

He just finished doing squats and abs. Those were the most important workout for him, since he’d need to have the strength and flexibility to repeatedly swing that gigantic cock of his in many different positions, often carrying the weight of a masculine man twice his weight. It also didn’t hurt for him to build himself a round perky muscular ass --- it lures those hungry muscle men into the bedroom, hoping to top this cute boy with a nice ass. But of course, in the end they themselves would wound up as fucked-silly muscle bottoms.

Danny was tying his shoe lace when a big macho muscle man walked into the locker. Strong jawlines, carefully trimmed beard, gigantic muscles built up from years of lifting, this muscle man radiated a thick mature musk and a masculine arrogance. He swung his huge body from side to side as he walked past the isles, not giving a shit to all those smaller men beside him. His expression was that of a casual boredom, blatantly demonstrating that none of these other men were barely able to catch his attention, nevermind becoming a threat to his alpha male status.

Danny narrowed his eyes as he quickly searched through his memory. He had seen this huge burly muscle man before. That cocky expression, as if no one else in this roomed mattered a bit except for himself, it was definitely familiar. Ah, that’s right. This big muscle man was Nick’s football coach, Marvin. Danny had seen him at several frat parties.

Why was a football coach going to frat parties? That might be a mystery for some, but not Danny. Even during the first time that he saw this huge muscle man at a party, from Vince’s hungry eyes he could tell that this big man was looking for a fresh, muscular, drunken piece of ass to fuck.

Vince stopped in front of his locker, opened it, and simply stripped naked right there. He was making loud noises but didn’t even care. It was as if he wanted everyone to stare at him, to stare at his huge muscles and big thick cock. And it was indeed a very juicy fat cock, swinging between his tree trunk legs along with those big fat balls. But Danny knew that there was a very big chance that this muscle man didn’t even care to try to catch other people’s attention: he must have considered it to be the norm for others attention to focus on him. He was being loud and obnoxious simply because he could. More like an alpha male flaunting his might than a horny man wanting to be desired.

And the thought of that, the thought of how much a huge jerk this muscle man truly was, how egotistic this walking mountain of meat embodied, made Danny’s own enormous cock throb. The athletic boy swallowed as his eyes trailed the huge muscle man into the showers.

Soon, the muscle man started to shower, every single movement of his screamed “I don’t give a fuck”. That was exactly the type of man Danny would like to break. Danny lifted his head and looked around, catching the only other remaining man leaving the locker room. Suddenly, an interesting idea came to him, and he smirked mysteriously to himself.

Coach Marvin hummed a tune in his low magnetic voice as he stood eyes closed facing the tiled wall, rubbing shampoo on his hair. Hot water ran down his tanned skin, every inch of which was tightened by the huge pieces of muscles hiding beneath it. The crevices between clearly defined big muscle chunks created natural valleys for the water to flow through, and as the liquid poured down his masculine sculpture of a body, his flesh shined with an alluring lustre.

“Mmmppppfff.. Aaaahhhhh!!!” Suddenly, the muscle coach’s the entire body shook as he went off balance, instinctively bracing himself against the wall with his soap covered hands: Something, or someone, just landed on his lower back, the weight of which pushed this unexpected muscle man forward. Caught by surprise, the muscle coach couldn’t open his eyes due to the shampoo soap running down his face. To make the matter worse, the soap covered slippery tile beneath his feet made it very difficult to balance his massive body, especially when extra weight was suddenly added. The huge muscle man had to bend his knees as if he was squatting, while keeping those muscular arms pushing against the wall, just to keep himself standing. Yet in this position, his tender asshole was completely exposed --- and before Marvin could even realize what had happened, a splitting pain shocked him into an agonizing scream!

Danny kept his feet firmly planted onto those meaty thighs of the muscle coach, arms tightly wrapped around the big macho man’s waist, putting his entire weight onto his victim. This position had the hung boy’s hips dramatically raised up while half of his fat cockhead had already sunken into Marvin’s bleeding asshole! Smirking deviously, Danny suddenly used all his strength to push down his pelvis, driving that enormous cock ruthlessly into the muscle coach, feeling each tearing of tissue and splitting of fibre as he plunged all the way in!

Boom! Boom! Two explosive sounds burst out consecutively from within Marvin’s muscular body. The muscle coach’s huge body violently trembled with each sound, his face instantly twisted in shock, mouth wide open yet no sound could escape his locked up vocal cord. His mind had just been pushed past its limit and went into a complete blank.

The first boom was from Marvin’s sphincters snapping, and the second boom was from his prostate popping.

As blood spurt out of the muscle man’s twitching broken mancunt, a cockhead shaped bump pushed out Marvin’s muscle covered stomach. Marvin’s own big cock instantly became engorged and gushed out creamy white cum mixed with some blood, before it gradually limped down and dangled between his thick legs, forever useless.

The muscle coach’s mind went out in seconds. His huge body was still twitching, but slowly, with the help of the slippery tiles, the muscle giant’s hands and feet slid apart until this giant pile of unconscious muscle had his huge pecs pushed against the wall and his knees on the floor. His muscle ass was still raised up, impaled by Danny’s enormous cock.

How would this big muscle man have guessed, that he would get his ass annihilated by a small young kid that he didn’t even care to look at on the way in. Not only did this kid have a cock way bigger than his own prized prick, that boy used it to pop his prostate, rendering what was once his pride and joy into a big pile of sausage meat, forever useless, forever just a nice decoration as he gets ass fucked. Such a cocky muscle man, broken in one plunge by someone he didn’t even remotely consider as a threat.

Danny’s smirk was almost crazed as he stared at this fucked unconscious muscle coach. Perhaps this huge mountain of muscle was once a threat and a competitor to himself, but no more. The predator had been turned into prey, so he might as well make use of it. Slowly, the huge cocked boy started to swing his hips, pushing that meat club in and out of Marvin’s torn pussy, using this muscle man twice his size like a plushy. Too bad the muscle coach was no longer feeling anything, else his scream would’ve been so good to hear.

That night, Danny unloaded twice into the gut of muscle coach Marvin, but unfortunately Marvin couldn’t learn right away how great it was to be fucked by a huge cock --- because he was unconscious, used like a muscle cum dump and nothing more. In the weeks that followed however, coach Marvin would finally come to realize that he was a real man no more, that the only way he could release his pent up sexual urges was to be fucked by a huge cock in the ass. This once arrogant muscle man would quickly adapt to his new life style. With his ego shattered, the only way out was for him to accept his fate as a muscle bitch for life.

~~ Act 7: September 2014 ~~

Coach Marvin pants in heat as he kneeled in the bushes with his muscular thighs spread wide apart. He was blindfolded, panting with his mouth wide open, drool and cum covered his rugged face, staining his beard and hair. Marvin was wearing a sleeveless blue muscle shirt on his large beefy upper body, which was already drenched in excessive sweat and semen. Thick veiny muscles bulged out from his arms, twitching, his hands were tied behind his broad back. His lower body was bared except for his socks and runners, black sport pants were lying in the cum puddle beside him. Big meaty buttocks trembled as creamy cum uncontrollably gushed out of that nasty looking fuck hole deep in the centre of his muscle ass: he had been fucked in the grass for hours, by now his mind was a messy blur. Who knows how much longer this would continue. Perhaps all the way till morning.

Street lamp flickered beside the bench, the park was filled with a cacophony of insectoid orchestra, as if those small insignificant lives were desperately trying to hold on to the last bit of summer. How befitting that behind the bench, deep within the dark dense thicket, a muscle man was also desperately trying to hold on to the last bit of his manliness.

Nick sipped on his can of Pepsi as he sat lazily on the bench. He had already came once in the coach’s throat and once more deep in the coach’s gut. For now, he was taking a rest before he went in again. One of his team mates, another beefy jock, sat beside him, also recovering from fucking coach Marvin nonstop for hours. Soon, a deep groan accompanied by gurgling sound came from the thicket behind them. The two jocks turned toward each other and grinned mischievously. It was of course the moaning of a broken muscle coach as he was tag teamed by two of his football players, who have taken over Nick’s spot after a rest, ready for the 4th round of coach ravaging.

The four football players had been fucking the coach in the park since dusk, taking turns to rest and fill that muscle bitch with their youthful seeds. And now it was mid night. They planned on doing this until dawn, it was the best celebration they could think of for returning to another school year of football.

No one could tell for sure how the once menacing coach Marvin turned into a total muscle slut over the summer. Just last year, Marvin was still an ill-tempered and extremely aggressive muscle stud who wouldn’t hesitate before following a young jock into the washroom and force his player to choke on his legendary big cock. Yes, Marvin was very proud of his big thick cock, flaunting it all the time in the showers, wearing only pajamas in practices so that everyone could see the outline of his monster. Coach was ruthless and an apex predator, not only was he blatantly clear that he’d fuck any of the football players should they slack off during their training, Marvin was also unashamedly loud about going to frat parties to chaperone young jocks --- and by that, of course he meant picking out the drunken young men, dragging them into rooms, and fuck them in the ass so hard that they couldn’t walk for days.

Yet somehow, since the beginning of summer, Marvin had become a cock hungry muscle bitch. Some of the football players quickly realized the change in coach’s attitude, and soon they were all gang fucking the muscle coach in the locker room, in the shower, and on weekends even dragged Marvin out to the park so they could have all-night fun with a slutty muscle bitch. Nick, just like all the other players, were a bit shocked by coach’s sudden transformation. It was simply not right that such a powerful figure, such a macho man, was turned into this muscular fuck toy overnight. But being young, horny, and hormonal, these jocks didn’t ask too much questions: they were able to use coach as a fuck toy, so they did. Repeatedly.

Half an hour later, two jocks emerged out of the woods, still tucking at their bulges, visibly spent. “Your turn man.” They grinned toward Nick, indicating that they’ve done unloading themselves within the muscle coach, and now it was time for Nick to do the same.

Nick instantly felt his blood rushing toward his groin. He smiled and stood up, gave a fist bump to one of the football player who returned, adjusted his own massive bulge on the crotch, and was about to step into the woods.

“Hey Nick, isn’t that your buddy over there?” One of the jock suddenly said, looking down the path barely lit by flickering lamps. Nick turned around, and saw a small boyish looking figure appearing under the light, walking toward them. The blonde muscle jock narrowed his eyes to take a closer look: yes, it was Danny.

“What the fuck man, did you tell him about it? Is he gonna rat us out?” Another jock frowned as he turned toward Nick, complaining.

“No no dude, he’s cool. We grew up together, he’s not gonna rat us out.” Nick immediately assured his team mate, but in fact he himself had no idea why Danny was here. Nor was he sure if Danny knows what they were doing to coach Marvin back there in the woods. But as Danny walked closer, he had an idea, and casually told it to his team mates with a smile: “But hey, since he’s here, let me do him a favour and have the little guy fucking Marvin in the ass. Then he’d be in the game too and he won’t rat us out for sure. Poor guy probably have never fucked an ass or even a pussy in his life, just let him try it. Also, wouldn’t it be hot? Marvin getting fucked not only by his players, but some random dude way smaller than him? Think about it!”

The jocks immediately reacted to his suggestions, being sold on many levels. Especially the last idea, the image of Marvin the muscle coach being fucked by a small boy, if anything could humiliate that muscle bitch further, this would be it. And it was incredibly hot. All three jocks quickly grinned, looked at each other, and nodded toward Nick. As Danny walked closer, they also nodded lightly toward Danny, acknowledging him and practically accepting him into the fun.

“Hey dude, what are you doing here?” Danny smiled, his cute face as innocent as always. Nick smirked as he simply patted on Danny’s shoulders before leading his friend into the woods: “Well you’re gonna find out buddy, come on. Just follow me.”

Danny was a little surprised, but since Nick had already disappeared into the thicket, he simply had to quickly follow. Leaves and branches, leaves and branches, and suddenly there was a small opening. As Danny emerged into that small opening, he was stunned by what he saw. Nick held a devilish grin as he presented to Danny a cum covered feast. “What d’ya think about this? Wanna try it?”

Danny was red in the face, but as he kept staring at the squirming cum covered muscle coach, his groin was growing larger. Nick of course caught this change and grinned again. Perhaps the boy just needed a little push to man up. The blonde muscle jock started to unbuckle himself, and soon, his thick juicy cock jumped out into open air, already covered in pre cum, engorged and veiny, ready for action. Danny immediately turned his attention to Nick, still stunned. Though Nick and Danny were neighbours when they were kids, they have never saw each other’s cocks since puberty. Frankly, though they knew each other well, they weren’t too close until the last year of high school.

Nick saw Danny staring at his big juicy cock in awe, and was filled with arrogant pride. Danny had always been a small kid, probably have a small dick too. It was probably the first time that the poor kid saw such a big cock up close. That’s fine, now that they’re buddies, Nick didn’t mind to share a fuck toy with Danny despite the boy clearly not being in the same rank of manliness as himself.

Without waiting for Danny to come back to his senses, Nick simply reached out his hand and pried open coach Marvin’s cum covered mouth. The muscle coach, being blindfolded, didn’t anticipate this. But as soon as his bearded manly jaw was handled by Nick’s hand, he knew what was going to happen. Moaning slightly, this fucked-silly muscle bitch simply open his mouth wide obediently, as if he couldn’t wait to have another big cock stuffing his throat.

“Mmmmm!!!” As the muscle coach groaned, Nick’s meaty shaft was shoved down his throat in one forceful plunge! Marvin’s muscular neck immediately thickened as it was stretched by a meat club right down the centre. Soon, Nick started to pant too as he placed both hands on the coach’s head, holding it tight as he started to swing his hips back and forth, throat fucking the muscle bitch as if it was just another daily activity. Nick was frowning, his eyes gradually getting glazed as he enjoyed the primal pleasure. While keeping his hips pumping like a machine, he turned a little and grinned at Danny, who was simply standing there in awe.

“Mmmm… Oh yeah… Fuck… Come on man, oh fuck… Get in here!” Nick said to his friend as he panted. His voice was already getting hoarse from primal beastly urges. Danny was dragged back into reality at Nick’s voice, his face got even more red. After hesitating for a second, the small athletic boy finally took his first step and walked behind the kneeling muscle coach who was being mercilessly throat fucked. Staring at that plump muscle ass and the used up hole in the centre, Danny swallowed as he finally unbuckled himself.

As Danny’s enormous fuck rod finally emerged from the pants, Nick was completely stunned. The blonde muscle jock’s hips kept on thrusting as if it was an instinctive movement, but his mind immediately went blank: Danny, the small boy Danny, the kid that he had made fun of during childhood, had an absolute massive fuck tool! In fact, the biggest that Nick had ever seen in his entire life! Much bigger than Nick himself, even much bigger than that of coach Marvin… Fuck! Little Danny is more of a man than any of his muscular team mates, even himself! This revelation sent Nick into complete shock, as if his entire worldview had been crumbled by the challenge, as if his pride just got a huge blow, as if his manliness just got deeply wounded. And right in front of his absolutely stunned yes, Danny’s humongous bitch maker slowly stretched open the muscle coach’s broken mancunt right in front of Nick’s eyes! Marvin immediately started to squirm like a mad man, moaning with a cracked voice and trembling like a hurt beast! With Nick’s cock stuffed deep inside of his throat, the muscle coach couldn’t move at all except to have Danny’s monster cock tear up his shit hole! That poor battered ass, even after hours and hours of continuous fucking by the football studs, it was still not ready for Danny’s incredible size, and coach Marvin’s sphincters were stretched to the point of snapping!

“... Fuck… FUCK!!! How the fuck do you… OH FUCK ME!” Nick roared in disbelief and horror as he had completely gotten mind fucked by what was happening right in front of him. He had just gotten everything completely wrong. Perhaps he have had everything wrong in his entire life. He felt completely destroyed and shattered. Even though it was coach Marvin who was being stretched to the limit by Danny’s enormous fuck tool, Nick felt that he himself was the one who got truly fucked by that giant bitch maker. Fucked hard. Fucked so hard that his entire world was crumbling along with his sense of self. In fact, Nick couldn’t even tell what he was feeling right now: anger, fear, self-doubt, hurt, admiration, revelation… Emotions overwhelmed him as he started to tear up for no apparent reason. And all of that somehow found its way out through his dick: being mind fucked by how huge small Danny’s cock was, the blonde muscle jock suddenly tensed up as his big bulging muscles spasm violently, sending loads and loads of semen deep into the muscle coach’s throat! At the same time, the muscle coach himself had also been stretched to his limit as he groaned loud, twitching and quivering, getting fucked into orgasm by a single plunge of Danny’s enormous cock!

The shy and humiliated expression faded from Danny’s angelically innocent face as he had achieved exactly what he wanted to achieve. A devious smile rose up his lips as he stared up at Nick’s shocked eyes. It was as if it was an entirely different person. A person that Nick had never met before. A person that Nick had never imagined to be able to exist. The blonde muscle jock kept trembling as waves of his cum gushed into the muscle coach’s throat, but his eyes were fixated on those of Danny’s, his mind was fixated on that big cock of Danny’s. This muscle jock was completely mind fucked, stunned, and without himself. Knowing what this would entail, Danny’s evil grin grew larger as he kept staring right into Nick’s wide open eyes, and with a low grunt, he swung his hip backward to pull his enormous prick out of the muscle coach’s destroyed ass, dragging a big chunk of Marvin’s guts with it. Still staring intensely into Nick’s eyes, Danny grunted again, and punched that huge bitch maker once again deep into Marvin’s gut. The muscle coach’s muffled voice cracked and broke, as this muscle slut got violently fucked unconscious.

~~ Act 6: May 2015 ~~

“Mmmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!!” The huge black bodybuilder moaned with a cracked voice, his eyes already rolled back into the skull, and his hands tried hard to cover his own drooling groaning mouth. This mountain of bulging dark meat was lying on his own bed, completely naked, his muscular buttocks raised high like a slutty bitch in heat. He was simultaneously in heaven and in hell. The enormous white cock between his giant glutes pounded that worn out pussy so hard, that red gut meat was being pushed in and dragged out with each thrust. The black muscle man’s cunt had long been fucked into a big juicy donut, engorged sphincters turned into puffy pussy lips, permanently hiding between those slabs of meaty man ass. Every time that huge veiny bitch maker pounded into the black bodybuilder’s gut, the poor muscle man could feel his stomach bulging out in the shape of a fat cockhead. Squirming like a little bitch, this huge macho man quickly had his brain fucked out of him, along with his creamy cum. His muscles were so huge and defined, that his broad back was carved out like mountains and valleys, humongous pecs making big dents into the mattress. Yet such an incredibly masculine man was now all tensed up, squirming and moaning in a broken voice, his black skin glistening in his own sweat, every piece of muscle on him was violent trembling as he got fucked right into orgasm.

Yet he knew that this was far from over. He knew that the enormous cock ravaging his fuck hole would not rest until it repeatedly pumped that creamy seed deep inside of his gut, filling it until it spurts out from his mouth and nose, fucking his cunt into a loose pile of paralyzed garbage. Wayne knew that by the end of today, his black skin would be drenched in his step son’s thick cum, and he would be banged until he was barely conscious. Yet even in the fuck-induced bliss, this big black bodybuilder still hoped for mercy, for his step-son to wake him and help clean up before his wife got back from work. He still kept his hands tightly on his moaning mouth, so that his rusty and lusting screams wouldn’t be heard by the neighbours. It was torture trying so very hard to keep the last remaining piece of sanity within his blurred mind when it could so easily get fucked right out of him. It was humiliation that he had to be bred every single day by his step son, a white boy much younger and much smaller than himself, a white boy who despite being much smaller, had a cock much bigger than himself. And he was a grown black muscle man who used to be very proud of his own big black cock. Now he was nothing more than a giant muscular pile of fuck meat, whenever his step son came home from college he’d be reduced to nothing more than a macho fuck toy.

Yet the thought of that humiliation, the risk of being found out, gave him a rush like no other. He had denied this rush for the first few weeks of getting fucked by his step son, thinking of it begrudgingly as blackmail, denying that an alpha male like himself would succumb to such an undignified pleasure. But as Wayne’s once pink asshole got gradually stretched into a meaty loose donut, he couldn’t deny it any longer: in fact, by then, he even had trouble getting hard without having something big stuffing his ass and stretching his cunt. How ironic, once the pride and joy of this huge black bodybuilder, now his big cock was nothing but a hind thought, a second choice as his de facto sex organ. He had gotten fucked in the bathroom while his wife was in the kitchen, he had gotten fucked right here in his bed in the morning as his wife was in the shower. He had to always insist that the smell of semen on him was coming from his own. He had to act like nothing was happening whenever his step son slid a hand down his pants in the back, slid past those two mountains of ass meat and stuck those nimble fingers right into his twitching hungry hole, often while talking to his wife or speaking with guests. It was all incredibly risky, yet somehow the thought of the risk made Wayne even more wet.

Realizing what a fucked-up muscle slut he had become, by now this huge black bodybuilder had accepted his fate --- even embraced it, volunteering to pick his step son back from college every time, just so he could get violently and mercilessly fucked in the back seat of the car before they even got home.

Danny grabbed his step dad’s big meaty glutes as he swung his hips back and forth dramatically, grinning deviously and panting heavily while enjoying such an empowering view in front of him: his black bodybuilder step dad, once a proud arrogant alpha male, was now just a muscular fuck toy for himself. Soon, as Wayne had started to tense up in preparation for his fourth orgasm, Danny felt himself coming close as well, the emerging pleasure forced the boy to frown and close his eyes, and then rammed the entirety of his enormous bitch maker into his step dad’s fuck hole!

“Mmmmmmm!!!!!” Wayne trembled and squirmed helplessly and aimlessly as he once again got fucked into orgasm. His insides rapidly twitched and clenched around his step son’s huge meat club, and had finally succeeded to milk that big cocked boy for the first time today. Danny groaned as he bit his teeth, not able to hold on any longer. Then, with an intense quiver, the stallion of a boy sent out waves and waves of hot steamy cream into his muscular step dad’s gut, filling the black muscle bitch with youthful cum.

Yet at this moment, they both heard a sound. A sound of the front door key being turned.

It was Danny’s mom, back early from work, or perhaps forgot something at home.

Danny’s mom walked upstairs, and then opened the master bedroom’s door. She immediately frowned as the thick smell of cum, sweat, and manly musk had by now fully filled the room. She looked around to check for her husband, just so that she could yell at him for once again cumming everywhere and not cleaning up --- but no one was there. Perhaps that bastard took care of his libido in the room first, and then went out. Danny’s mom sighed and shook her head. She didn’t have time to dwell on this however, she needed to change and get back to company dinner.

Inside the closet, Wayne looked out from the crevice and observed his wife’s every move. His heart was pounding like a beast, they could be ousted any moment now. The closet was barely able to fit his extremely muscular body, not to mention that his stepson was also hiding in there, standing right behind him, that enormous cock still buried inside of Wayne’s gut along with all of Danny’s cum. Even as they were in this dire situation, Wayne still couldn’t ignore the intense pain and pleasure right in the centre of his own muscle ass, he bit his lips to stop himself from groaning out loud, but his big black cock very quickly grew rock hard once again simply from having Danny’s huge cock still clenched tight within that mancunt.

Danny had his back against the back of the closet wall as his gigantic prick was still buried inside of his step dad. He couldn’t see anything, all he could see where those huge defined muscles on his black bodybuilder step dad’s back. Suddenly, the big cocked boy had a dangerous idea. Slowly, he started to rock his hips back and forth, slow-fucking his step dad right in the closet, right in this risky situation!

Wayne almost moaned out loud, but he quickly turned his head to the side and bit on his own muscular forearm to stop himself. He couldn’t believe it, that hormonal boy chose to keep fucking him even in their current predicament! Did he not know that his enormous cock could quickly drive his step dad out of control?! Yet, the audacity of it all found its way into Wayne’s own perverse mind as his own big black cock immediately started to leak pre cum! There was nothing that the big black bodybuilder could do, any movement risks getting discovered by his wife. All he could do was holding on for his life as he simply stood there with shaky legs, powerlessly letting his stepson slow-fuck his mancunt!

Wayne’s eyes rolled back to his skull again and again, several times he almost lost control and groaned out loud. It felt like an eternity, but finally his wife had slipped into a dinner dress and ready to leave. Soon after Danny’s mom left the room, the big cocked boy mischievously smirked as he started to pick up the speed of his hip swing. Wayne still wanted to wait until his wife left for good, so he still tried to keep his position as still as possible. But within seconds, Danny’s slow-fucked had turned into a deep, powerful, and rapid gut wrenching pounding! As Wayne felt his abs covered stomach once again bulge out rhythmically from his step son’s huge cock head, his eyes rolled back into his skull as he finally got all of his remaining senses gotten fucked out of him.

“Mmm… Mmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!” The big black muscle man roared in ecstasy and craze as his own cum got fucked right out of his engorged big black cock! His large muscles once again started to tense up and tremble!

Suddenly, light blinded him as the closet door was violently swung open.

“You lying bastard! You think I didn’t notice you hiding? Which bitch are you hiding in there?! Jessica? Linda? I’m gonna…” Danny’s mom was furious, hysterically yelling as he yanked open the closet door. Yet as she finally saw her naked husband, she could open widen her eyes in shock as she stared at the cock-head shaped big bulge on his husband’s muscular stomach. And Wayne, who was already fucked silly by now but forcefully yanked back to reality, could only widen his eyes too as he stared at his wife, stunned, not being able to process what was going on.

It was a long moment. But it was too late. Wayne was already fucked into orgasm. Right in front of his wife, creamy white cum burst out of the black bodybuilder’s piss hole, splashing again and again right into his wife’s stunned face. And Wayne could do nothing but simply watch all of this happen right before his own eyes.

That night, Danny went back to college. Though Wayne had begged for forgiveness, but Danny’s mom was determined for a divorce. Danny smirked as he sat on the bus, looking out the window at familiar scenes. Perhaps this should have happened earlier. His muscular step dad was a jerk and a horny breeder since the very beginning, with or without his own big cock changing the course of the events. In fact it was probably his big black cock that had kept Danny’s mom from seeing the true person that he was. Danny saw no harm in simply being the one to force that big bodybuilder’s true nature out to his mom’s eyes.

Besides, now that Wayne had already been fucked into such a cock hungry muscle slut, Danny was sure that once the divorce was final, that muscle bitch would soon crawl his way to Danny begging to be fucked again. Maybe then, Danny would share this macho fuck toy with everyone else in the dorm, taking term fucking that once cocky muscle man until he was covered in cum from inside out.

What a befitting and happy ending for everyone.

~~ Act 5: August 2015 ~~

The dormitory was quiet, most students went back home for the holidays. For much of the summer, Danny had been the only one living in his frat house. Some things happened at home early in the summer, such that Danny had to move back to dorm. A bit of an inconvenience, but somehow Danny felt quite happy about it all: it was a relief, it was what was supposed to happen. Yes shit hit the fan, but in some ways it was better than letting the shit just sit there indefinitely. In fact, such feeling was so freeing, that Danny was considering to tear open even more old secrets. Let it all hang out, who knows, it might feel real good.

Today, Nick was coming back to dorm. He would be the second one arriving back, so the two buddies have almost 2 weeks with just each other in the frat house. Danny grinned as he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind uncontrollably picturing that big muscle jock kneeling in front of himself, hungrily licking on his enormous cock. Ever since Nick had found out how disproportionately huge Danny’s cock was, the once proud and arrogant muscle jock couldn’t help but succumbed to Danny’s hints. First he licked that gigantic veiny cock after getting drunk in a Halloween party, then he got used to the idea of Danny visiting his room in the middle of the night just to stick that fat cockhead into his mouth. Almost an entire year later, Nick was already a pro cock sucker, able to gulp down Danny’s meaty club all the way into his throat such that his stuffed neck bulge out visibly. Who would’ve thought, the jerkish star football player, a big muscle stud, had slowly turned into a true cock sucker.

Despite silently succumbing to Danny’s huge prick, Nick was still embarrassed by it. Since the very first time, they never talked whenever they fooled around Not in the closet when Nick agreed to Danny’s advances for the first time, not during middle of the night as Danny climbed into Nick’s bed, and not even recently when Danny got to flat out bitch-fuck Nick’s throat in their dorm rooms. Though Danny had several times tried to get Nick to surrender his muscle ass after fucking the air out of him and sending him into a daze, ultimately Nick always snapped back into reality and refused to give up his hole. He was still a proud muscle jock, he was still concerned about his own manliness, and he simply could not let himself be fucked in the ass no matter how huge Danny’s cock was and how horny he himself was.

But as Danny lied in the bed, he planned on changing that. Maybe it was time for a big reveal after all. Based on what had happened at home, sometimes what seemed like a bad idea can turn out to create unexpected benefits and relief. At this point in their friendship, Danny thought it was time to give it a kick and land it somewhere further down the line.

“The stud’s back!” A thick manly yet youthful voice bellowed from the frat house entrance as the door swung open. It was of course Nick, wearing a white tank top and blue jeans, every bit an arrogant big muscle jerk that he was. He had been anticipating Danny’s welcome, but strangely, the house was quiet. Perhaps Danny went out to get grocery, Nick contemplated, slightly disappointed. So he simply dragged his suitcase back in, closed the door, and proceeded to head upstairs to the rooms.

Danny and him were neighbours. They were neighbours for a really long time. Though they didn’t quite get along when they were kids --- mostly due to Nick always being the popular bully and Danny being the bullied --- they still were reasonably familiar with each other simply due to geography. Originally, the two planned on having some visit and hot steamy fun over the summer, but unfortunately something had happened and Danny was forced to go back to the frat house. Nick didn’t have all the details, but he heard that it was very embarrassing, so he bet it had to do with that enormous cock of Danny’s. In fact, he wanted to get back to dorm early so he could hear Danny explain everything in person. No doubt, the story was going to be very steamy and worthy of a good throat fuck right after.

Nick didn’t want to admit it, but over the months he had become somewhat addicted to that gigantic meat club stuffing down his throat. He would imagine himself, a huge muscle jock, getting stuffed full by Danny, a much smaller boy. That imagery was so wrong, so incorrect, that it almost instantly gave himself a boner. Sometimes Nick would feel very conflicted, trying to protect his own masculine dignity and deny his perverted desire to swallow down that cock. Yet other times Nick was simply too horny to think about it. Admittedly, it was a mess that even after all these months Nick was still trying to sort out, but at least right now, after not having a taste of that cock for months, Nick was simply riled up as fuck and wanted nothing other than a deep, nasty throat fuck.

That’s why right after putting his stuff down in his room, Nick headed over to Danny’s room. He wanted to make sure Danny wasn’t home --- who knows, he could be taking a nap or something.

Pushing open Danny’s door, the blonde muscle jock immediately noticed two things: First, Danny was indeed not home. Second, there was a video that was playing on the computer monitor in full screen. That video immediately got Nick’s attention, in fact it got him throbbing right away: it was a homemade video, and a very well-built bodybuilder was showing off his big muscle ass while prying his meaty glutes open with his own hands, behaving like a nasty muscle slut. In the middle of those juicy butt cheeks, his sloppy cunt was so nasty and worn out that it was shocking to witness. So shocking, that Nick couldn’t help to walk over to the computer with opened eyes and opened mouth, and proceeded to turn up the volume as he sat down on Danny’s chair.

“Mmmmm… Fuck me… Please…” A rusty and sultry deep voice escaped the bodybuilder, evidently tortured by heat. The voice was somehow strangely familiar, but as the video was cut off at the huge muscle man’s upper back, Nick had no idea who that muscle slut was.

But soon he saw something much more familiar.

And enormous, veiny, nasty looking cock peeked out from the bottom of the screen, and the fat juicy cockhead was pressed against that worn out sloppy cunt, playing it, teasing it. This was the cock that Nick had been sucking on for almost a year, he immediately noticed whose it was. Seemed like Danny was holding the video recorder in his own hand as he records his fuck encounter with a slutty bodybuilder! The bodybuilder started squirming and trembling in anticipation, raising his muscle butt like a bitch in heat, begging to be penetrated.

“Yeah… Yeah… Ahhhh!!!” The huge muscle man’s voice turned into a bestial roar as Danny’s fuck tool mercilessly pried open that muscle pussy, stretching even a used-up hole like his into a full extension! As Danny’s huge cock forced itself in, the muscle man squirmed and shook, his gigantic muscles twitching uncontrollably in both pain and pleasure. By now, Nick had already unbuckled his jeans, grabbing his throbbing big cock and licking his lips as he stared intensely at the screen, enjoy the scene where Danny’s huge cock rips open a muscle man’s fuck hole.

As the intense fucking went on in the video and Nick’s breathing got heavier and heavier, suddenly, the blonde jock stopped his movement in mid-air. The slutty screams of that huge bodybuilder was too familiar. Those muscles, gigantic bulging muscles, way too familiar. The background in the video was way too familiar. Nick’s heart rose to his throat as he widened his eyes in disbelief.

And then the camera had finally panned to the face of the big bodybuilder, who had by now been fucked into oblivion. Drooling, eyes dazed and face twisted in a slutty bliss, this ruggedly handsome man was completely fucked silly.

Nick froze in place, stunned and destroyed. It was Vince. It was his dad. His dad was getting fucked by Danny’s huge cock right in their living room. And judging from how completely broken Vince’s mancunt was, he had probably been fucked by Danny for years.

His dad, his role model. The most masculine alpha male he had ever known. The man he had always looked up to, the man who he wanted to become his entire life. The man who he thought symbolized power and dominance. The man who was a bodybuilding champion in his youth and now owns sport equipment shops. The man who nobody dared to cross and everyone respected in the neighbourhood. His dad. His manly dad. Reduced into a nasty cum drenched muscle bitch by Danny’s gigantic bitch maker. Going behind his wife and son to be fucked by a boy 20 years younger than him right in their living room. And all those years that Nick had looked up to his macho dad, all those years that Nick had mocked Danny for his small stature, all summed up into a huge slap in the muscle jock’s face: his dad turned out to be a complete muscle slut, begging to be fucked and bred by an oversized meat club of his son’s friend. And all those times that he arrogantly dismissed Danny’s presence, treating his friend more like a lackey than a man, Danny must have been sneering, as he knew exactly that Nick was just the son of a cock hungry muscle bitch.

Nick was in tears. His mind was a mess. He was broken, his entire world shattered. Knowing the true nature of his dad, someone he had admired for his entire life, had finally crushed his own dignity too. If even his dad turned out to be such a cock hungry muscle pig, what excuse does he have to refuse such a fallen state?

“Oh, you’re home. I see you’re admiring your daddy’s stretched pussy. Yeah, he was real tight the first time, but now you can stuff an eggplant in there without him even feeling anything.” Danny’s voice came from the door, the big cocked boy looked innocent and casual, with a grin on his cute face. “You know, all those fishing trips that your daddy takes every month? Yeah he drove here instead. Me and him, we go to the same motel room every time, and he’d desperately beg to be fucked unconscious. In fact, that was where I went this morning, your muscle beast of a daddy is still passed out on the motel bed with cum spurting out of his pussy right this moment.”

Nick finally cracked, his handsome face was a mess of tears and pain. Every single word coming out of Danny’s mouth was a thunder striking into his mind, annihilating all his hope and pride. Suddenly, this blonde muscle jock stood up and turned around violently, facing Danny, his eyes red and hysterical. Danny frowned as he instinctively backed up a bit.

But then, Nick suddenly grabbed his own jeans and pulled it all the way down to his ankles! This broken muscle jock then quickly climbed into Danny’s bed, turned around, and raised that muscle ass up like a good little bitch. Crying like a baby, his entire hulking body was trembling. Completely lost and battered, he screamed in tears: “Fuck me! Just fuck me! Fuck me like you’ve fucked my dad! Just… Just… Fuck me…”

A devious smile rose up Danny’s angelic face as he simply obliged, pulling that already engorged humongous cock out of his pants, and walked over to the broken muscle stud crying in his bed. He of course left the video there on purpose before hiding outside in the gardens. And no, he did not fuck Nick’s dad unconscious earlier today, it was yesterday. After positioning that huge bitch maker on Nick’s virgin hole, Danny started to push in, feeling Nick’s entire muscle body trembling in pain, and knowing that this muscle stud would soon indeed be made into a total muscle bitch. What a prize, a huge muscle stud that he had always wanted to be but simply couldn’t, would from now on forever become his fuck toy. Just like his bodybuilder daddy. Family resemblance.

If you can’t become them, be with them. Really it’s quite simple.

~~ Act 4: April 2016 ~~

This was the fourth time that Ben had visited this laundry facility. He used to go to the one closer to his house, but that one has closed down, so now after some searching he decided to settle for this one. Not that this one was particularly good, but it packed some things much better than their brands of washing machines.

The large muscle hunk opened the glass door, wearing a simple hoodie and casual cotton pajamas, donning a pair of slippers on his feet. Bulging muscles on Ben’s chest, back, arms and legs stretch out the fabric, combined with a ruggedly handsome face and trimmed beard, it was hard for the other people in the laundry room to not notice this new entry.

And naturally, some of the people there quickly had their eyes fixated on the large bulge in between Ben’s legs, packed tight underneath the pajamas but nevertheless way too big to be hidden. Perhaps it was all on purpose.

With a lazy yet confident expression on his face, the olive skinned muscle hunk proceeded to walk toward the washing machines while single handedly carrying his large bag of clothes, mostly suits and shirts. Evidently this was a high ranking businessmen, the brands of his shirts were out of range for most people, and even in pajamas he was wearing a watch that most people there probably hadn’t even heard of. Why the hell would a sophisticated businessman visit this laundry shop instead of having his clothes dry-washed by his assistant was anyone’s guess. There was a certain swagger to his movement: lazy, carefree, yet at the same time confident to a point of arrogance. This man certainly was sure of himself, and very likely objective-oriented.

As Ben strode across the laundry room, he garnered stares of admiration and lust from all the other customers there. With the corner of his eyes, Ben was also checking them out --- He was certainly not above finding some good ass to pound from a less-than-glamourous encounter in a public facility. In fact, this was perhaps his reason for keep coming to this laundry shop: the blonde muscle jock that he had seen frequenting this laundry shop had him drooling. He was not going to lie to himself, he wanted to see that blonde muscle jock again, he wanted to talk to him again, and he want to eventually fuck that fine piece of ass so hard that the jock wouldn’t be able to walk for a whole week.

And suddenly, Ben smirked as his pace slowed down. He saw him. A blonde muscle jock, huge and beefy, with a handsome face and the look of a dumb muscle toy, who just finished putting dirty laundry into a washing machine. Big juicy pieces of prime pec meat and big juicy pieces of prime glute meat, just the way Ben liked in his boy toys. In fact, Ben could already feel his blood rushing toward his groin. The blonde muscle jock radiated an ultra-masculine yet youthful musk that rivaled the thick manly musk of Ben himself, and this almost pushes the hunky businessman to the edge of his bestial primal instincts.

A lazy and arrogant smirk emerged on Ben’s ruggedly handsome face, as he paced slowly towards that muscle jock.

“Hey dude. Nick is it?” He asks casually in his low magnetic voice as he opened up the washing machine next to the blonde jock, acting as if it’s just a casual conversation. He was trying to be as relaxed as possible, but the smokey hoarse quality in his voice, as well as his musk that was growing stronger by the second, indicated that this muscle hunk was already in heat. Nick lifted his head and met in surprise, his face immediately turned a little red as he stared into the smirking eyes of the muscle hunk. “Oh hey Ben.”

It was obvious that those two muscle men had already met before. And it was also obvious that Nick was too young to play the game as effortlessly as Ben. Just from that blush alone, anyone who had been paying attention to them knew that this blonde muscle jock was wrapped inside of the hunky businessman’s palms since the very beginning.

Ben casually dumped his laundry into the washing machine while he kept staring into Nick’s eyes, a bad-boy’s smirk climbed up the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that this jock was more than interested, the admiration and anxiety in his eyes told everything. Perhaps it was the hormones, perhaps it was the muscles, but Nick had very quickly succumbed to a man both more experienced and bigger than himself. In fact, the blonde jock had this exact reaction even during the first time they’ve met, which in turn assured Ben that he needed to come back to this laundry shop more often.

And Ben decided to just go for it. Enough of beating around the bush, this muscle jock was clearly ready for a hard pounding right here, right now.

“Well, since you are more familiar with the area Nick… Do you know of a place nearby, or perhaps just in this facility, where we can go and get to know each other better?” There was a flame that started to build up in Ben’s eyes. He was still smirking mischievously, but somehow it was obvious that his expression has intensified in some ways.

Before the stunned muscle jock could answer, the hunk gracefully changed position and leaned towards Nick. He proceeded to speak again, this time in a voice so deep and hoarse it was impossible to ignore the intense longing within it.

“To be precise, I’d like to know you from inside out. I’m sure we’ll get along REAL well.”

Nick’s heart immediately started pounding much faster as he gulped. He really didn’t have a choice. His hormones had taken over his mind as he simply nodded while blood kept rushing into his groin. Minutes later, this young buck was already leading his predator into the alleys at the back of the laundry shop.

Ben followed behind Nick, his eyes uncontrollably fixating on those big juicy buttocks. Flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, each step Nick took triggered a further hormonal increase in Ben’s masculine body. The muscle hunk’s breathing got heavier, and he had to reach down and grab his meaty bulge, adjusting it as blood kept flowing into it.

Soon, they arrived at a narrow alley. There were no one else around. Suddenly, Ben flipped Nick’s muscular body over and pushed the blonde jock to the wall, his expression that of an arrogant predator. Grinning, he kept staring fiercely into Nick’s eyes at all times as he put his own arms on the wall and leaned in. Nick’s heart was pounding, and started to pant in anticipation, letting the more experienced hunk taking control of the situation. The temperature in the air rose, and a masculine scent becomes incredibly strong as both muscle men fell deeper into heat.

“... Slide down and take out my cock, boy.” Ben whispered in a hushed low voice, smoky and hoarse, filled with unadulterated lust. He pushed his big muscular body forward, his huge pecs pressing against those of Nick’s. In the meantime, the lust-driven big man tilted his head forward and to the side of the blonde jock’s neck, hot and heavy breathe rhythmically panted out onto the root of Nick’s ears.

The heat, the musk, the sensation of being pressed against a fellow muscle man, all of this sent Nick into the lusting muscle bitch that he truly was. He was groaning, eyes getting dazed, and quickly obliged to Ben’s every request. The blonde muscle jock slid down the wall, with shaking hands he pulled down Ben’s pajamas, releasing that veiny monster cock that was locked within. Ben’s cock bounced out and slapped Nick right in the face, yet the blonde muscle jock moaned in pleasure instead of pain. Nick wanted this big cock inside of him. Whichever way. He eagerly grabbed onto that huge cock and started to lick it like if his life depended on it. Ben groaned and frowned to the pleasure, closing his eyes, and slowly pushed his pelvis further and further forward, until that huge cock was pressed tightly against Nick’s big juicy pecs. Soon, Ben was grinding his hips slowly yet surely, sliding his big cock up and down the crevice between Nick’s bulging pecs as Nick licked and kissed at his engorged cock head. He was pec fucking this muscle jock.

Ben’s movement quickened, becoming more coarse and forceful. He suddenly grabbed onto those meaty pecs of Nick’s, his digits making deep dents as he squeezed and turns. In his palms, he felt Nick’s nipples --- Getting harder and more engorged every second. The blonde muscle jock moaned in pleasure as he was reduced further and further into a muscled fuck toy. By now, he really, really, really just wanted to be used. With hunger and thirst, the blonde jock tried his best to swallow that big cockhead into his mouth, while the meaty shaft kept fucking his pecs.

“Oh yeah… Fuck yeah… That’s it… Ahhhh….”

Ben threw his head back and closed his eyes, frowning, lost in the pleasure of receiving a pec job and a good blow at the same time. He moaned and groaned in hushed lust-tortured tone, as he felt the shaft of his huge cock getting squeezed by Nick’s juicy pecs, and the head of that meat club enveloped by a thirsty, wet, warm, and skillful mouth.

“Mmmmm… Yeah keep doing that boy… Keep sucking on it… Get it nice and wet…”

Ben felt the tip of his huge fuck pole scraping against the roof of Nick’s mouth, the intense pleasure sent him into another smoky moan. He reached out his hand and grabbed onto Nick’s hair, pulling it lightly. The sticky saliva climbed down the veiny shaft, and every second more drool was fucked out of Nick’s wide open mouth. Ben panted in heat, and looked down to find his new muscular fuck toy gorging on his fuck tool, the sight was a feast to the eyes and brought the muscled hunk closer to a lust-crazed frenzy.

Nick’s half-closed eyes were filled with misty longing as his drool covered face became a mess. This meant that the blonde muscle jock was fully ready, heart and soul, to be roughly fucked. An experienced predator like Ben could certainly catch this detail.

Letting out a roar, Ben quickly pulled his new muscle toy up, flipped him over, pushed him forward and held him against the wall. The blonde jock moaned yet didn’t struggle at all: he knew what was coming and he wanted it. Ben smirked deviously as he simply tore open Nick’s jeans, revealing that muscle ass, already wet in the centre.

Those big juicy ass-steaks, flexing, twitching, inviting the big muscle hunk to plow it deep and hard. Ben swallowed, he felt his blood boiling. “Oh yeah spread your legs slut… You need it bad don’t ya… “ In excruciating heat, Ben couldn’t help but talk dirty in a raspy low voice, his entire body and mind overtaken by lust. He grabbed Nick’s tight waist, pulled the groaning muscle jock into an even more humiliating position --- that of a big beefy slut begging to be bred raw and hard.

Ben grabbed as much of his gigantic meat pillar as he could with his right hand, and positioned the tip in the direction of Nick’s mancunt, which was now twitching and clenching in anticipation. Pushing the tip of his huge cock onto that hungry hole, Ben circled it, rubbing his fuck pole on the muscular receiver’s cunt lips, driving up the desire in his new toy. Nick was panting, twisting and turning, muscles trembling, tortured by this seduction. “Please… Please fuck me… FUCK ME!” He was almost crying as he begged for Ben to finally enter him.

Then, with a satisfied smirk, Ben pulled on Nick’s waist hard, forcing that big muscle ass to be yanked back. At the same time, the musclebound hunk thrusted his hips forward, letting out a low groan as the tip of his cock stretched Nick’s fuck hole wide open. Just the tip in, and it was already very tight, Ben could actually feel Nick’s sphincter twitching under extreme tension! Nick couldn’t help but moan in a shaky voice, his entire muscular body tensed up, his legs trembling from being pried apart!

“Mmmmmm….” Ben moaned as he slowly pushed in. He felt his fuck toy’s tight hole clenching on his own huge cock. And then that sensation went upward, slowly climbing up his juicy veiny shaft. He could feel Nick’s wet, warm and soft inside wrapping tightly around his plump tip, in fact he could feel that his big cock was stretching out the folds of the blonde jock’s intestine --- That would be the only way that this brave muscle boy could possibly take in such a thick cock.

Ben bit his teeth and frowned, trying his best to keep it slow and resist any sudden movement. But the imagery before his eyes almost instantly drove him over the edge: A huge muscle boy bracing himself against the wall as he raised those meaty buttocks high, panting, squirming, trying extra hard to work his own poor asshole around a huge fuck pole. Bloodied lines emerged from the corners of Ben’s eyes as his breathing became thicker and thicker. He was about to lose it. And right at this moment, Nick let out a groan that had been building up for a while, and this pain-pleasure mixed groan had finally sent Ben over the edge. A surge of hot blood runs through the muscle hunk’s body, and he snaps.

“Fuck… I’m going IN!!!” The hunk roared, and pulled on Nick’s tight waist HARD. Then he grabbed onto Nick’s beefy buttocks, squeezing so hard as if he intended to crumble them! Without giving the stretched-open muscle boy any time to even realize what was going on, Ben thrusted his hips forward in full force, RAMMING his gigantic cock all the way into his muscular fuck toy’s poor cunt!!!

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” Nick shot open his eyes as he screamed in disbelief. The hunky businessman simply ignored Nick’s pain as he plunged hard and deep, he could feel the instant trembling of Nick’s bulky muscles, including those meaty glutes tightly within his own grasp. As that gigantic cock plunged its way through the blonde muscle jock’s innards, Ben felt the tip of his cock colliding against Nick’s abs from the inside. Yet this fuming muscle man was way too lust-crazed to stop now, he continued to push forward, knowing that his huge manhood would stretch out the muscle jock’s belly and making a visible print in the shape of a monstrous cock! Nick’s scream quickly turned into a gurgle as he rolled back his eyes, instantaneously fucked silly by a huge cock!

Ben kept fucking his new muscle toy with relentless vigor. He kept his bloodied eyes fixated on the interface between his own big cock and the stretched out asshole of his prey. The lips of that poor hole was pushed in and dragged out. Sticky clear fluids gushed and spurted out from where the flesh of the two muscle men meet! The muscle hunk’s breathe became hotter and hotter, thicker and thicker, as he stared hungrily at just this single image. He was tunnel-visioning. That’s what apex predators do when they’re fully immersed in their hunt.

The musclebound hunk was now swinging his hips like a pumping machine, his muscles tensing and releasing, his huge body pounding mercilessly on the quivering muscle jock’s ass, shaking Nick’s entire muscular body with the force of the collision. The huge cock punched time and again deep into the gut of the squirming muscle boy, re-arranging his internal organs and disfiguring his prostate. What more, those big fat gonads of Ben’s were swinging like wrecking balls, smashing into those of Nick’s. The rhythmic slamming between two huge muscle men’s private parts created a sound that was akin to big labs of wet meat slapping together.

And then, In his lust-crazed state, Ben felt Nick’s muscular body suddenly tense up. The fucked-silly muscle boy moaned loudly with a shaking and breaking voice, Ben could feel the intense tremble of Nick’s entire body through his big cock that was buried inside of it. And just like that, this blonde muscle jock was fucked to cum by a huge cock of a fellow muscle man!

“Oh fuck… Fuck that’s hot dude… Oh FUCK!!!” Realizing what has just happened, Ben’s urges went through the roof. The thought of fucking a muscle stud into ecstasy without even touching his cock was such a turn on, that the hunky businessman couldn’t help but being completely ignited!

The heated muscle hunk spread his knees wide apart and squat down a bit. His huge upper body leaned forward, and his own muscle ass pulled back --- this was a power fucking position. He was about to pound that cum-leaking blonde muscle jock into oblivion!

Ben let out a lust-crazed roar, grabbed and pushed tightly on Nick’s waist, arm muscles flexing as he tried to keep his own muscular upper body steady during what was to come. And then, as if there was a power engine built inside his hips, he repeatedly drilled his huge cock all the way into Nick’s body and just as quick pulled it far out! His muscle ass swung back and forth in dramatic movements and lightning speed, pounding the life out of his muscular fuck toy who hadn’t even had a chance to recover from the previous orgasm!

Nick’s screaming had lost all composure, it was filled with a shocking revelation fueled by intense pleasure and pain. As the sound echoed in the narrow valley, Ben got more and more turned on, and proceeded to pound the muscle jock harder and harder! The musclebound businessman threw his head back and frowned as he roared again and again in a bestial frenzy. His primal instinct was so strong now that he almost forgot who he was, where he was at, and who he was fucking. In this moment, his whole existence boiled down to one thing: to fuck, to breed.

And suddenly, the muscle hunk‘s whole body tensed up as the frantic motion came to an abrupt standstill. And a few seconds later, that muscular body started to violently tremble as Ben roared in ecstasy.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

The lust-filled power roar fills the alley, as gallons and gallons of hot, steamy, sticky cream gushes into Nick’s gut. Yet suddenly, the roar of ecstasy turned into a scream, as the muscular breeder’s eyes sprung open in shock!

In his lust and bliss, Ben did not realize that someone else was there with them. A boyish looking cute young man, small in stature but fit. A boy who had been holding his enormous cock in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike, to rip open this hungry muscle hunk’s virgin ass in one merciless plunge. Every time Ben pulled back his muscle ass as he ruthlessly pounded Nick’s cunt, Danny was standing behind him, staring right into that pink hole in the centre of those huge glutes, ready to destroy this whole and defeat the arrogant muscle hunk in one strike. And that was exactly what happened: Ben’s mind went immediately numb as his sphincters snapped and prostate squeezed into disfigurement. Cum kept gushing from his huge cock into Nick’s trembling muscular body, as this muscle hunk was pinned between two men with no possibility of escape!

Ben probably didn’t think much about hitting on Nick in the laundry room. He had been hitting on this blonde muscle jock ever since they met for the first time. He didn’t bother to check if this muscle jock belonged to someone else, nor did he care: he had always been able to get everything he wanted. Between his wealth, power, physique and looks, he really didn’t need to hesitate before he takes something. And from Nick’s reaction since the first day they met, he knew that this muscle jock wanted him bad too. What could stop him then?

But now he must have realized: a gigantic enormous cock could stop him from inside out. Danny immediately noticed it as Nick was getting hit on by Ben. What worried him a bit was how Nick was behaving like a shy school girl since he first laid eyes on that muscular businessman. Danny had known Nick for too long, Nick had always been either a jerkish jock or in the case of the last few month, a shameless muscle slut. So his reaction to Ben’s flirting was alarming. At first Danny paid it no mind, thinking of it just as a coincidence. But then once, twice, that muscular businessman kept coming to this laundry shop and flirting openly with Nick. That was when Danny decided to make things right: to use Nick as lure and then fuck the muscular businessman into just another muscular cock sucker.

As Danny started to swing his hips, that enormous cock bulging out Ben’s abs-covered stomach, he grinned in victory. How would Nick feel when he found out that he himself was responsible his secret crush being reduced into a cock hungry muscle slut? Such deliciously conflicted feelings. And now that this hunky muscle man was on his way of becoming a muscle slave, Danny needed not to ever worry about him stealing Nick away. In fact, if anything, Danny himself just stole another incredibly masculine fuck toy, as well as every piece of pride that this masculine fuck toy had ever owned.

~~ Act 3: October 2016 ~~

“Sir… Sir, are you alright?” The secretary pushed up her glasses as she aired her concern. She was reporting schedules to her boss, but her boss simply told her to cancel everything today. She was a bit stunned, but like a true professional, she simply took note and confirmed. Just before she was leaving though, she had to ask this question. Because her boss didn’t look too good.

The handsome and extremely well-built hunk was in his suit as usual, sitting behind his desk as usual. But somehow he was frowning, sweating, shaking, and seemed like he was trying his best to remain in control of himself. He heard the secretary’s question, and forced a weak smile on as he ordered her away: “I’m… I’m fine. Remember… Mmmm… Cancel everything today.”

Obviously the boss want her to leave as soon as possible, so whatever the situation was, the secretary simply nodded, and backed out of the office after switching the door lock on.

Immediately, Ben covered his mouth with his hand as fast as he could, leaning his muscular torso forward onto the desk, frowning and moaning into his own hand. Though his upper body was dressed up in suit, in fact, his entire lower body was completely naked. This muscular businessman was in fact sitting on Danny the entire time, but he was so much bigger than the big cocked boy that he was able to completely hide Danny behind his huge muscular torso. Danny’s enormous cock was of course, buried deep inside of his mancunt the entire time, out of mischief Danny even thrusted a few times while the secretary was still speaking, pounding on Ben’s prostate and almost sending him into an uncontrollable groan.

Underneath the desk, Nick was also completely naked, kneeling like a muscle puppy in a way that put his dazed face right in the middle of Ben’s musky crotch, between those wide spread muscular legs. Nick had swallowed the entirety of Ben’s meaty prick down the throat, and being already fucked silly, the blonde muscle jock didn’t even realize that it was time to take a break when the secretary barged in. He simply kept on moving his head back and forth. Afraid that the gurgling sound would attract the attention of the secretary, Ben had to push out his own hips, plunge his big cock even further down the muscle jock’s throat such that Nick’s head was practically pinned on the bottom of the desk. This was the only way to stop that mindless muscle bitch from automatically moving his head back and forth.

The intense pressure on his prostate, the stretch of his asshole, and the warm tightness around his cock, all added up to send Ben into an orgasm right in the middle of the secretary’s report. The businessman had to clench his fist, bite his lips, trying his absolute best to keep himself from screaming out in ecstasy. By the time the secretary left and Ben could finally change his position a bit, Nick was almost suffocated, and Danny’s legs were numb from the huge muscle beast sitting directly on his thighs.

So as punishment, Danny smirked deviously as he stood up from the chair, grabbed those meaty glutes of Ben, and pushed the big muscle man forward. Ben fell on his own desk, landing with his huge juicy pecs first, but stilled tried to keep his own hand on his mouth. In this compromised position, he simply had to raise his muscle ass high, exposing them for a violent pounding. And a violent pounding he got! Danny started to thrust faster, harder, punching that gigantic cock deeper and deeper into the muscular businessman. Ben’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he moaned into his own hand, his entire muscular body was shaking up and down, up and down, getting played like a beefy fuck toy by a boy half his size. Merely a few minutes later, Ben moaned with a cracked voice as he got once again fucked into cum.

The muscular business man was fucked so hard that he was dumbfounded. Hence he didn’t immediately retaliate as Danny pushed him further onto the desk. Before long, this muscle man was kneeling on his own desk with his knees apart, big beefy pecs resting on the desktop through his sweat drenched suit. Suddenly, after recovering from the mind numbing orgasm, he finally realized the position he was in: if anyone comes in from the outside, they’d immediately see him in this humiliating position, getting fucked in his own office! No, this was too risky!

Ben panicked as he tried to push himself up from the desk. But just as he managed to push his muscular torso up with those big arms, he suddenly found himself staring straight into a cum covered veiny cock, throbbing, hungry. It was Nick, and now this blonde muscle jock also wanted some revenge for almost being suffocated on Ben’s big cock. Ben’s eyes opened wide, but he didn’t even have time to make a noise before Nick’s swollen big cock plunged into his throat! The muscular businessman groaned, he instinctively struggled, but just second later, this muscle hunk groaned again as his entire body started to tremble uncontrollably: Danny’s enormous monster cock just once again stretched his mancunt wide open!

For an entire hour, Danny and Nick fucked Ben on his own desk. The businessman got mercilessly fucked into multiple orgasms, and filled up by creamy cum from both ends. By the end of the hour, he already got his brain fucked out of him by two young men 10 years his junior: to think that he, a muscular power businessman, a big beefy hunk, was now nothing but a pile of fuck meat for two youngsters, was so humiliating that it was incredibly arousing to his already fucked-silly mind. Cum had by now covered his desk, dripping down his chin, and stained his expensive suit. While he was getting stuffed on both ends, Ben had several times heard people passing by his door. Initially his heart pounded as he worried about them coming in and witnessing him in such a nasty situation. But by the end of the hour, this businessman-turned-muscle-slut was in fact secretly hoping that someone would come in and catch him like who he truly was: a muscular pile of fuck toy, drunk on cock.

The fuck fest pushed into lunch time. By now, both Ben and Nick had dazed eyes and a crazed grin on their twisted handsome faces. Ben’s suit has been completed drenched in cum --- Nick’s, Danny’s, and his own. So his much younger, much smaller master decided to strip it off of him. And now this muscle hunk businessman was completely naked, showing off his bulging meat and his olive skin like a proper meaty fuck toy should.

The trio now stood right in front of the glass overlooking the street. The glass connected the ceiling to the floor, and occupied the entire outside wall of the office. Ben, the owner of the office, had his big juicy pecs pressed tightly to the glass as he pushed his muscle ass backward in a drunken frenzy. He was moaning, panting, his slutty expression begging for Danny’s huge cock to keep fucking him and his twerking movement signaling how incredibly mind-fucked he was at this point of the game. It was as if in his extreme lust, humiliation and consequences were no longer relevant. Or perhaps the risk of such became arousing instead of alarming. He was aware that if any passerby looked up from the busy street, they’d see a huge muscle man’s pecs imprinting on the glass wall as he gets violently fucked in the ass. They’d see a reputable high ranking man being completely stripped of his powers and dignity as he get fucked to cum, the creamy man juice undoubtedly would gush from his own cock onto the glass.

Nick was kneeling underneath the two breeding men, his muscular body barely fitting between their legs. With a drunken and selfless smirk, the muscle jock lifted his head and licked at where Danny’s gigantic cock enters Ben’s disfigured fuck hole. With such hunger and thirst, Nick tried to bury his entire face into that location of action, he wished for nothing less than getting slammed by two pairs of huge swollen balls. Compared to Ben, Nick was by now a proper muscle slave --- one who dreamt of nothing other than the most self-destructive sexual fantasies day and night.

Danny was panting and smirking as he plunged his huge fuck tool into Ben’s gut, punching the muscle hunk’s abs from the inside, so hard that it bulged out significantly from each thrust. Semen spurt out from Ben’s destroyed pussy, accumulated from hours of continuous breeding. Watching this muscle hunk being reduced to the most primal of sex toys, watching this once self-assured and dignified powerful man being turned into a mindless fuck slave by his own huge meat club, Danny felt as satisfied as he had ever been.

But Danny wasn’t finished yet.

The price of trying to steal from him, trying to steal his fuck toy from him, would be grave. Ben landed in this position due to his macho arrogance to begin with. It was time for Danny to finally take it away from him for good, sealing the deal and permanently turn this muscle hunk into a muscle slut.

Danny grit his teeth, as he suddenly picked up both the speed and intensity of his pounding. The boy master even adjusted the direction of his enormous cock, to focus the force exclusively upon one single location: Ben’s prostate. Ben’s dazed eyes shot open as he squirmed, feeling his prostate being repeatedly pounded and crushed by Danny’s bitch maker, the pressure was so intense that his mind went completely blank from the most excruciating pain in his entire life!

And suddenly, BANG! The muscle hunk immediately tensed up in disbelief as he felt his own prostate popping. Fucked so hard that it was crushed by a huge cock. The destroyed muscle hunk trembled uncontrollably as blood and semen gushed out from his own huge cock, and that engorged huge cock quickly went limp while still spewing out seed. This muscle man, alpha male, was never to achieve a hard cock ever again. He was never to fuck anyone. The only way for him to satisfy his sexual need would be through a huge cock in his ass. Annihilated, broken, Ben’s body froze and quivered as he finally realized that he would forever be a muscle bitch for the rest of his life. Danny grinned as he had finally took his revenge on this buff businessman, this was the price that he was destined to pay for trying to steal Nick from him.

And this was not all. After all, this was a wealthy businessman. Danny planned on moving both himself and Nick out of the dorm, into a luxurious apartment. Ben’s luxurious apartment, of course. Now that this muscular businessman has been forever rendered into a muscle bitch, how would it be possible for him to refuse a move-in request?

Danny knew, by now he’d had enough experience to know. Ultimately even this satisfaction would fade, like an addictive drug, he would always end up wanting more. In the back of his mind, Danny knew this by now. But at least for now, he was fully satisfied. And that’s what matters isn’t it? There are often times when you’d simply need to jump, cliff or not.

~~ Act 2: March 2017 ~~

Dirty snow on the sides of the road started to thaw, the sun woke up from its slumber and reflected its rays on an icy world not yet ready for its arrival. Glaring light was blinding, Danny had to narrow his beautiful blue eyes as he traversed the familiar road back home.

He didn’t mind it too much though, in fact his mind was on something else entirely. Old jeans tightened around the crotch area as blood rushed toward his enormous manhood, and a devilish smirk rose up his lips. He knew that both Nick and Ben would be waiting for him back home, completely naked, exposing every inch of their beefy muscles, raising their muscle ass up high to celebrate Danny’s coming home. Perhaps they’d have leashes and collars around their necks and masks covering their faces. Masculine fuck toys, that was what they were to him. And that was what they wanted to be, completely submissive to Danny’s superior giant cock.

There was nothing more arousing than having muscle men twice his size kneeling down, begging for cock, in denial of their own dignity or even existence. Nothing more satisfying than hearing their wail and scream as his huge bitch maker stretching the fuck holes of those muscle bitches into disfigurement. Nothing more empowering than watching their cum got fucked right out of them yet those twisted lust-ridden faces clearly wanted more, more, more.

Danny swallowed in anticipation as he turned the key. He was already throbbing hard. And indeed, the first thing he saw as he entered the room, were two muscular men kneeling with all four on the floor in front of him, raising their meaty asses, exposing the already worn out mancunts twitching right in the centre. They were already moaning like the muscle bitches that they were, in fact Ben had already reached his own muscular arm behind and started fingering his own pussy in a desperate attempt to quench his thirst.

Their boyish looking master, half their size, grinned like the devil himself. He took his time to unzip and unbuckle, the sound of which drove the two muscle bitches into deeper heat. Nick groaned as he also gave in, bending his muscular arms backward and grabbing his own beefy ass, prying them open to further expose his used-up hole. “F… Fuck me… Please… Fuck me!” He begged with a rusty hoarse voice, evidently tortured by lust.

Danny felt great. Seeing this muscle man that he had grown up with completely turned into a big bulky fuck toy aroused him like none other. He stepped forward with his jeans now laying around his ankles, and lifted his own engorged monster cock with both hands: this veiny slab of man meat was the reason that he could break those muscle men so easily, in fact, the more self-absorbed and prideful these muscle males were, the faster they would fall.

“Ahhh… AHHHH!!!” Nick’s musclebound body started to tremble violently as Danny’s bitch maker plunged into his mancunt! That huge cock was so enormous, that Nick could feel his own stomach bulging out as it desperately tried to accommodate a true man inside of it. Nick’s prostate was immediately squeezed beyond its limit, the intense pain and pleasure simultaneously numbs the muscle blond jock’s mind, tears rolled out of his wide open eyes, saliva slid down the corner of his wide open mouth.

Danny laughed maniacally as he stared down at his muscle slave’s beefy ass, now stretched beyond recognition by his own gigantic cock. The meaty lips of Nick’s fuck hole was now ready to snap, and that sight was nothing short of exhilarating. The big cocked small man had a wild and dangerous look on his cute boyish face as he fixated his full attention into satisfying his sadistic desires. He started to squeeze his own muscular butt cheeks, thrusting and pulling his pelvis in an exaggerated and incredibly erotic motion. Faster and faster, soon he was pounding his muscle slave so hard that the poor muscle jock rolled his eyes to the back of his skull! Seconds later, Nick couldn’t even scream any longer, there was just a rhythmic gurgle coming from his throat as he was fucked silly. As this mountain of muscle got mercilessly demolished, Nick suddenly tensed up and started to shiver uncontrollably: gallons of creamy white cum burst out from his own twitching cock and drooled onto the ground beneath him. He could not shoot his cum out simply due to having a gigantic cock stopping the motion of his sphincters. Yet this very fact also lengthened his orgasm as Danny’s big cock so easily fucked him into cum.

“Oh fuck… FUCK! Yeah you like that big cock eh? You useless muscle bitch…” Danny smirked deviously as he kept on pounding Nick’s meaty ass. The smell of sweat, semen, and a hormonal aroma quickly filled the room. The heat in the room was also quickly rising. Sounds of moaning, groaning, gagging, panting men accompanied the rhythmic slapping of wet meat against each other.

But Danny hadn’t forgotten about Ben, who was by now so horny that he almost stuffed the entirety of his own fist into that meat hole. His olive skin was covered in sweat, his mind enveloped by nothing other than lust. While still ruthlessly pounding at the muscular blonde jock, Danny reached out a hand to the bearded muscle hunk, fingers quickly slid into Ben’s wet man-pussy. Ben immediately started shaking in anticipation as he moaned, that masculine hoarse voice cracking and trembling in excitement. Knowing what this muscle bitch could take, Danny didn’t hesitate, instead he bit his teeth as he suddenly pushed all the way in, his entire fist popping open Ben’s fuck hole in one powerful punch!

Ben, a fully grown muscle beast, screamed in both pain and ecstasy as he felt his fuck hole expanding to its limit! He felt Danny’s fist landing right on his prostate, literally punched the cum out of him! The muscle hunk shivered as he was fisted into orgasm by a cute-looking boy more than 10 years his junior!

Soon, Danny himself was panting as he fucked and fisted both of his muscle bitches into orgasms again and again. An hour had passed, and the two mountains of muscles were already in a seizure-like state, with their muscular torsos collapsing onto the ground, huge meaty pecs hugging the floor, yet beefy asses still raised high up into the air, being penetrated by body parts way too big to fit into their cavities comfortably.

Danny grinned as he felt himself coming close too. But suddenly, the big cocked boy sprung open his eyes, pupils violently trembling right in the centre. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” He screamed as his entire body shook as if it was electrocuted! Gallons of cum gushed right into Nick’s gut as Danny’s huge cock spasmed out of control, but Danny was in no state to enjoy his own orgasm: his cute face was twisted in pain and shock.

Behind him stood three big black men, three big bulky muscular black men. Thugs, grinning and smirking like horny beasts. Some of them were wearing torn rags that barely covered themselves, some were wearing worn jeans and nothing else on their muscular bodies. But they all reeked of unwashed body odor, so musky that it could only be masked by the strong smell of semen in the room. These Jamaican gangsters were obviously street dwellers, probably the most muscular and hung gangsters one could find in this part of the city. And one of them, someone who seemed to know exactly who Danny was, had just unexpectedly thrusted his big black cock deep into Danny’s virgin ass, instantly ripping the poor boy’s sphincter as the meaty cockhead rammed into his prostate.

Clearly, they were hiding inside of the bedroom as Danny took his time to fuck his two muscle bitches. The big cocked boy was in such pleasure that he did not take notice even when the three men approached him. And now, he was a sitting duck: with his gigantic cock crammed into Nick’s ass and his fist firmly clamped by Ben’s sphincters, not to mention the three huge black hunks each twice his size ready to bend him to their will, Danny was out of options and out of luck. Being mercilessly penetrated for the first time in his life, the pain and strange pleasure sent his mind into a blank. In fact, for the next three hours as he got repeated and violently fucked in all his holes, his mind would hold nothing more than shock and disbelief.

How could he have anticipated that his mindless muscle bitches, Nick and Ben, orchestrated such a trap, such a betrayal. With Ben’s connections, it was indeed not hard at all to find these hung muscular black thugs roaming the street, who had recently fucked their homeless muscle bitch into the hospital so they needed other toys to release their daily needs. But Danny was simply not expecting Ben, his own broken muscle bitch, to be able to use any reason at all. Danny was so used to getting things his way, of stealing from other men, that he wasn’t prepared to be the one being stolen. Three hours later, right before Danny was fucked unconscious, with his dazed eyes he witnessed in shock how Nick and Ben were amorously kissing and squeezing each other --- that must be why. He wasn’t able to stop whatever this was after all.

Danny’s heart sank further as Nick and Ben looked into his direction and grinned. Surprisingly, there was very little sense of vengeance or victory. It was as if Danny was staring right into much bigger and much more muscular versions of himself: they had crazed eyes, excited, aroused, as they witnessed this act of stealing, fully drinking in the irony of it all, enjoying such cruelty as if it was the most joyous thing on earth. Even if the ones doing the stealing were not themselves.

That was when Danny suddenly realized that no, it was not betrayal. At least not completely. Perhaps those two simply had been taught too well. As he realized this, desperation spread through his already used up body, because this meant that it was not a one time thing, and his muscle bitches weren’t planning on overthrowing him and running away. They were enjoying this just as much as he was enjoying them. He’d get fucked by these black muscle hunks for days. Weeks. Months. Years. Perhaps for life. That is, if these big muscular black thugs themselves don’t eventually succumb to the same fate.

~~ Act 1: September 2017 ~~

Danny’s blue eyes were dazed, blurred and moist. Not moist from pain or even humiliation, but rather out of the simple fact that that he was gagging on a huge veiny black cock way too big for his small stature. The black cock stretched his lips so wide that the corners of his mouth were bleeding. Every time that monster plunged into his throat, he could feel his entire neck thickening as that juicy plump glans forced its way into his chest.

He was lying on his back on his own bed, with his head hanging off of the ledge, allowing that huge black cock to fully use his oral cavity as a fuck toy. Saliva had by now covered his entire boyishly beautiful cute face, dragged out of his mouth and nose with every plunge and dripping onto the floor below. Gurgling in suffocation, Danny’s entire brain was nothing but a mush by now. But even in such a state, he could still feel a second enormous bitch breaker pounding at his torn and worn mancunt, diving into his smooth stomach and creating a noticeable bump in the shape of a cockhead with its every thrust.

His legs were raised high up into the air and spread out wide, exposing that juicy ass of his, showing off the used up mancunt right in the centre of those plump muscular butt cheeks. Disfigured, stretched beyond repair, his engorged puffy pussy lips tightly gulped down onto that monster of a cock, as creamy cum squirted out from the pressure of each thrust. Danny was not a twig, he was athletically built with lean muscles and a tiny waist, his buttocks and thighs were in fact quite muscular. But he was a small young man, never had much in terms of height, and this small stature meant that the huge cock fucking his asshole almost felt like a skewer penetrating his entire petite fit body.

But there was one part of his body that was more manly than the big muscular Jamaican thugs fucking him. His gigantic, disproportionately large cock, and two huge balls. Yet that entire pile of fuck meat of his now shakes violently up and down as it rested on his abs, rendered completely useless.

With the corner of his eyes, Danny suddenly noticed that the two muscle thugs fucking his mouth and ass have learned forward, and locked lips with each other amorously. Despite this, they still kept pounding their hips, as if using Danny as a simple fuck plushy, a communal sex toy and nothing more. In that moment, even during his fucked-silly state, Danny still felt a thump in his heart, as if something was stolen from him. Something he himself had stolen from others, guess what wasn’t meant to be his would eventually escape him.

In desperation, while still gagging on that huge black cock, Danny struggled to look to the side. On the other side of the bed, a big muscular blonde jock kneeled on all fours, locking lips with a bearded beefy stud who held the same position from the other direction. Behind them, two other big black men grabbed both of their meaty muscular asses and slammed those monstrous black cocks violently into them, again and again. Yet as those two were fucked into uncontrollable orgasm, they still kept kissing each other fervently, moaning, rubbing faces, licking. So fixated on each other, as if even in this mess of a fuck fest they still kept between them something that was much, much more important.

And it was something that Danny thought belonged to himself, yet once again, it was clearly stolen. Actually, now thinking about it, Danny himself probably stole it too. He stole Ben, the beefy bearded man, from Nick. And he stole Nick, the blonde muscle jock, from Nick himself.

Danny felt his heart sink to the bottom of a an empty, cold, ephemeral void. As if it had tore open by a shadow that had always been hiding at the back of his mind, by the very fear that had driven him into stealing from so many others over the years.

Yet as he had finally come to the realization that he now had nothing left to be stolen from, somehow, there was a voice that came with the desolation, telling him that this was how it was supposed to be in the first place. The he got what he deserved. What consolation.

The big black veiny cocks still thrusted into his throat and asshole, Danny’s head got even lighter in suffocation. Everything was in a blur now as he finally started to give up, succumbing to the humiliation, embracing the unbearable lightness of being. He closed his eyes, tears rolled down --- this time not entirely due to having his throat stuffed with a huge bitch maker. Tears of sorrow? No, not exactly sorrow, as in the back of his mind he had always somehow expected this to come. Tears of joy? No, not exactly joy, as there was nothing joyous in realizing that the past few years of his life had been absolutely futile.

Perhaps tears of relief, like a tormented serial killer finally getting caught and punished for his sins, like being forced to let go of something that did nothing but cause further dissatisfaction yet in all conscious realizations seemed too ridiculous to just let go. Somehow, Danny felt freed as his mind gradually came to a blank, and the huge cock pounding on his prostate pounded harder and harder into the same location, into his battered prostate. Finally, a clear popping sound exploded inside of Danny’s bulging belly as the big cocked boy sprung open his dazed eyes: he was too familiar with this sound. But he was shocked to his core by this intense sensation! This was the sound of his own prostate finally giving out and crushing into chunks of meat! Danny’s entire body started to tremble, his eyes rolled back into his skull as he instantaneously went into a seizure. His disproportionately large cock twitched violently, spewing out a mixture of cum and blood as it gradually limped down to the side, flopping like a huge fat sausage, never to be able to stand up again. Right before Danny passed out from the intense pain and pleasure, he thought to himself: good. Everything, everything was lost now, he was finally clean. The cycle always repeats, it always goes on and on, but now it was no longer Danny’s problem --- he was free, because he was finally completely stolen.

A new game is coming!

It took a bit longer because I had to make a complete new set of artwork for this. This game will be more similar to erotic visual novels that many are more familiar with, and it contains Furry content. But of course, staying true to my interest, it has got lots of big men... Big everywhere!

Once it is published on GamCore, and when I port it to mobile, I'll let you know!

Machos - the complete book! For your ease of reading and re-reading!

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“Here, drink some water.” Jane handed a cup to John, and sat down beside his bed. John was badly burnt, but he’d live. All the Machos on the field would live. Not anyone else though.

“... Thank you.” John stared at Jane for a bit, and then drank the water. He meant more than the water. It was Jane’s voice on the radio that gave him an opening to best his brother. But he didn’t plan on telling Jane all of that. That radio signal was also what made him realize that Jane was still alive, thus he wasn’t as shocked as Jane was suspecting.

After a quiet moment, Jane asked softly: “Have you seen my sister? What about your brother?”

John stopped, holding the cup near his mouth for seconds. And then he looked at, looked into Jane’s eyes. “No.” He said.

Jane kept staring into John’s eyes, searching for something. And in a moment, she thought she saw it. Suddenly she felt her nose twitching, her eyes was getting moist, but she quickly recovered. Turning her head quickly and then back to face John’s stare, she smiled warmly and simply said: “OK.”

Jane got up, walking around the bed, and started to tell John about her arrangements. “I’ve sent out some men to look for survivors in the rest of the town. No one above ground could’ve survived that, but I think there are still some who were hiding in the bunkers. Especially the women. The men who have survived are all scheduled to undergo the Macho operation, but it’ll probably take at least a few weeks for us to get enough resources to do that.” She stopped, and then turned to look into John’s eyes again.

“We are going to have to make some changes around here. We are going to have to specialize, and respect each other’s specializations, for all this to work.” Her eyes were stern, so stern that John was stunned. This was not the soft-spoken sister in law that he remembered. But then again, he probably didn’t know her well enough. Judging from the fact that she was in fact the famous Dr. Smith, as John had gathered from the broadcast in his brother’s hideout, there was a lot more to his sister in law than he had ever imagined.

“We cannot waste even more man power. We’ll have to find some niche for the castrated men. Oh, by the way, we should probably get used to calling you Machos as just men. Since you are the only ones who’d survive, I doubt by now any regular man would refuse a transformation. Can I task that on you? Mobilize the castrated men into scavenging teams, or turn them into sex toys for pent up men in order to reduce crime rate, whatever. I’m sure being genetically modified to be ultra masculine, even without their balls they’d still have enough testosterone in their blood to have sexual needs, and that need probably would have to be satisfied through their prostate. Just make sure whatever your plan is, it is sustainable.” Jane kept on going, as if she was partially talking to John, and partially organizing her own thoughts.

John stared at Jane in awe, but quickly recovered. He considered the suggestion, and then nodded: “I don’t know if I’m qualified but… I’ll think about it.” And then, after a pause he raised his head again, and asked Jane: “Why me?”

Jane smiled and shrugged: “Why not you? Who else am I to trust?” In fact, she had thought it through. She had known John long enough, just from the arguments he’d had with Judy alone she could tell that John was a calm and collected boy, able to do some strategic analysis. Most men, once turned into Machos, will have trouble controlling their urges. She needed to place the higher orders into the hands of the exceptions.

“One more thing.” Just as Jane was about to leave, she turned around and smiled at John. “Jeff had mentioned that before he had died, your dad was on a project trying to connect with other surviving towns out there, right? Do you think you can take that role over?”

John looked into Jane’s eyes, paused, a lot of thoughts ran through his head. After a while, he grinned, and said: “Sure.”

The End

The battle broke out in the afternoon. In a bloody sunset, within bloodied walls, the regular men and women charged into the Machos. Even with much of their numbers gone, the townsfolk still had advantage of number. Blood was everywhere, some got their head bashed in by the Machos, and some had their monstrous balls ripped right out of them by swarming crowd.

Several men and women tackled a huge Macho to the ground. A young man managed to dive down between the Macho’s crotch, and teared off the Macho’s jeans, releasing that monstrous cock and ripe balls. With a crazed expression, the young man tried to grab onto those juicy big balls with his own hands, hoping to become the one to crush them. But the Macho belted as he struggled, the violent movement swung that huge cock sideways, slapping on the young man’s face so hard that the poor man flew to the side, his neck snapping by the force of the blow instantly.

A tattooed Macho had successfully pinned a woman to the ground. Roaring in rage, he bent his muscular torso down and lifted his enormous arms, ready to punch this bitch hard. But suddenly, his eyes widened in shock as he grunted in pain: an arrow pierced through his jeans from behind, plunging all the way into and then through his meaty balls hidden within the fabric! Just as he was about to look down at his own groin, the big muscle man started to violently stumble again, again, and again. A rain of arrows pierced through his huge pile of fuck meat from behind, completely turning his balls and cock into target practice. But he wasn’t the only one getting destroyed by these arrows: after all, no one could be THAT good at aiming. Many arrows sunk their heads into his huge muscular buttocks, and even more missed him entirely, instead landed on the woman beneath him. A few punched right into the gasping woman’s pussy, yet more made the way all the way into her tits, soon killing this shocked woman. As the Macho’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his musclebound body finally collapsing onto the dead woman beneath him. Behind him, a team of adolescent boys held their bows, their eyes cold and their grins showed a primal childish satisfaction.

Judy held her rifle, battering her way through the chaos. She was running on adrenaline, blowing up whatever was coming her way, Macho or not. She was screaming, her eyes red and her teeth bared. At this moment, there was nothing else on her mind: she just wanted to survive. Originally she wanted to stay back, but soon the crowd rushing behind her made her realize that it was not an option. So now, she needed to survive this fight. She simply need to survive this fight.

Perhaps as she thought so, she had already lost. But what does that matter at this point.

Suddenly, Judy snapped into reality, stunned. A Macho was before her, raising an arm high into the air, ready to pound. But he stopped. Judy’s own barrel was aiming right at this Macho’s groin, but she also froze. The Macho was just as stunned as her, they simply stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

It was John.

How ironic, they’ve been fighting and arguing every time they saw each other. They still disliked each other highly. But in that moment, they were each just a little bit happy to see each other, as if they were looking at a world before all of this crazy, all of this crazy that they themselves probably had a big part in. For a moment, the sight of each other brought them back to a time where they didn’t have to deal with all this.

Suddenly, in the horizon, a blinding light erupted, quickly enveloping everyone on the battlefield. Everyone froze and looked in that direction in shock. The regular men and women immediately had their cornea burnt to dust, followed by their skin and flesh. If they were any closer, their entire beings would be turned into dust. In their last moment of life, some of them suddenly realized what this was, yet others still had no clue, just like they’ve been their entire lives.

Judy knew that this was one of the nuclear powered mines, it finally exploded spontaneously. But in this blinding light, she felt a sense of relief, relief from the constant fear that she had been living under for the past few weeks. Relief from the pain at the back of her mind that she was wrong, that what she had fought for her entire life was not carefully thought through due to her inability to fully analyze reality. Relief from this reality itself, this life, that was nothing like what she had read in her books as a child. It was as if this blinding whiteness was the heavenly light, finally coming to take her. The burning was just the warmth of the sun. The smell of burnt flesh was just a feast waiting for her to join, prepared by her parents and her sister. Look, they were smiling at her, waving to her to come to them, embrace them, become one with them.

There were rumors that Jane was alive. Which meant that either Judy had lied or had been lied to. Which then meant that perhaps nothing she said was true. In this already dire situation, tension was rising once again, the air was volatile, ready to explode at any given moment.

Judy stood on the stage, facing hundreds of battered beasts that she had once called as “her people”. She could see the speculation in their eyes, the second guessing, the anger and readiness to blame. She knew that if she didn’t do something and do something soon, she’d be the next target.

“Listen to me, people. That woman in the radio who had proclaimed to be my sister, was a fake. I know my own sister’s voice, and that was not her. It was all a scheme devised by the Machos to mess up our plans, to halt our revolution, to limit our freedom and rights!” Judy spoke with a stern resolution, and the crowd quieted down.

“Yes, things are difficult right now. But so was the French Revolution back in ancient times, it always gets worse before it gets better. Fear not my people, we have a way to resume our lives, emerging stronger and more free.” Judy continued, her determination and pride showed in her sparkling eyes. She had thought about this long and hard, and it was the only option left for her to make --- but should it succeed, she could get out of all this trouble penalty free. She could even be forever remembered as the seer, the leader, the wise one.

“We march onto the Machos. They hide behind walls, they hide in the corner of the town, because they are afraid of us. They are afraid of the power of the people. They can be conquered! And once we take them down, we will make them serve us. We will make them perform their duty. It is their duty to keep the town running and it is our unconditional right to enjoy this life. We will put them on shackles, we will make them behave, we will finally have a free and equal world where each of us can do whatever we want, whenever we want.” Judy’s voice got louder and louder as her face glistened with excitement. She quickly glanced across the crowd: it was working. This new possibility rushed long-lost hope back to the mob, fueling them once again. A few started cheering and shouting: yeah, make them pay their debt to us! For freedom! Let’s get them! This was exactly what Judy needed. She knew that despite all the violence, the mob was ultimately still afraid of the Machos. Only when she could manage to crank up the prize and the desire could she push them into Macho territory. And only when she had control of the Machos, could she find a way to deal with whatever was happening outside of the town. Now she knew full well that whatever’s past the town’s borders, could easily wipe out them all.

“Some of you may be wondering, can we succeed in this? Can we make those hulking beast obey us? Let me tell you. We can. If they do not obey us, we can always tear off their balls to make them more obedient.” Judy smirked as she continued her speech. Then, she quickly signaled one of her follower at the side of the stage. The follower nodded, and then brought up a huge muscular man on a leash. Fully naked, the huge Macho had nothing but ugly scars left between his tree trunk legs. It was Mike the Sheriff, and now his eyes were empty as husks staring aimlessly forward, drooling from the corners of his mouth, nothing but a mountain of muscle with his mind mercilessly shattered by the cruel castration. Judy grinned in satisfaction, and then turned to face the gasping crowd: “You see? Even though the Machos are weakened after we neuter them, they are still brutes. And we can still use these brutes to the town’s glory, like it should have been in the first place. We have a way to control these Machos, and to do so we need to first take them down. People, it is time.”

The crowd cheered in a craze, as if they had finally found the light at the other end of the tunnel. No one paid attention to the fact that more than half of the townsfolk had already died, another half among the surviving were weakened so much that they were in no condition to fight. All they wanted was hope, a way out, how very unlikely that way could turn out to be. And for that glimpse of hope, they’d take anything, right or wrong, reasonable or not. In a way, Judy was OK with either outcome: as long as they charge into the Macho territory, it mattered not whether they’d actually succeed in bringing the Machos to their knees. If they succeed, great. If they don’t, they’d all be dead anyways, and Judy didn’t have to deal with the consequences of her suggestion. In many ways, right now she was more afraid of this volatile and violent mobs than she was of the Machos.

As for Jane, Judy simply didn’t have the time or mental capacity to deal with that information at the moment. She needed to deal with her own survival first. Not many townsfolk listened to radio anymore, everyone was eagerly trying to stay alive. But someone, somewhere, still managed to catch it, and the word quickly spread. Once Judy caught this rumor, she went back to check out the recording of that broadcast herself: and of course she’d know that it was indeed Jane. She knew her sister’s voice too well. And in the situation that they were in, nobody would have the technology to change someone else’s voice to her sister’s, especially throughout such a long speech. The Machos? Those hormonal beast probably couldn’t even figure out how radios work, never mind inventing some clever trick. It was most likely indeed Jane, and Jane was alive.

But that news sounded more like a bad news than a good news to Judy. She was already knee deep in shit, and now she just got sunk even deeper. She had briefly considered throwing away everything and run to the Macho’s corner at night, joining her sister and getting protection from the Machos. But no, she had sacrificed too much to get to where she was now. She had also hated the Machos for too long for her to justify her own switching side. How fortunate that she was able to quickly come up with a plan to divert the crowd's’ attention, else who knows what would happen to her by now.

Judy walked off the stage with the mobs once again chanting her name. But this time, she found herself to be more exhausted than excited.

“Mmmm… Mmmm… “ Jane was biting her lips, frowning with closed eyes, panting as she lied on her back. She grabbed each of her own big juicy breasts in her hands, rubbing and squeezing her plump tits. Her entire body was moving back and forth on the bed sheet, her legs spread wide open and raised high into the air. An enormous veiny cock stretched open her pussy, and was pounding hard into her. Each time it did so, a visible cock-shaped bump appeared on her smooth belly, pushing her internal organs out of the way. A extremely muscular man stood behind her, grabbing her ankles, rocking his own hips back and forth, fully devoted into breeding this lust-oozing woman.

Soon, the Macho tensed up and let out a bellow as his entire body started to tremble. That monstrous cock grew even bigger, then rapidly spasmed, pumping gallons of seed into Jane’s womb! There was so much semen that the thick white juice soon guzzled out of Jane’s stretched pussy lips, which themselves were almost disfigured by how violently and frequently their owner was fucked by monstrous cocks.

“Ahhh… Ahhhh!!!” Jane also shot open her beautiful eyes, staring straight at the ceiling, and screamed in ecstasy. It was her 9th orgasm today, and she was finally in heaven once again. Satisfied, she collapsed onto the bed, panting with a dazed expression as the Macho extracted himself out of her. It didn’t take long until Jane fell to sleep in her orgasm induced bliss.

When she woke up again, there was no one else in the room. The bed was still covered in cum stain, in fact her entire lower body was still wet and the last Macho’s cum still oozed out of her pussy. There was food and drink on the table, probably brought in by the Machos while she was sleeping.

Jane sat up, stared at the table as she recovered herself from her slumber.

She had been having sex with Machos for years. Before she even met Jeff. And after she was married to Jeff, she still called some Machos over once in awhile when Jeff was gone. There were a few times when Jeff came close to catching her in the act, for example when he came home earlier than expected. But Jane was a phenomenal actress. She was able to quickly cover up her tracks, attribute the messiness to a nap, and get rid of any suspicions that her husband might have had.

Purely speaking of sexual satisfaction, with those huge muscles, extraordinary stamina and enormous cocks, Machos made the best lovers hands down. Once Jane had the experience of getting gang fucked by a group of Machos, she could never go back to enjoying sex with a regular man. Yes, she loved big cocks, big muscles, and big loads of cum. In fact she dated exclusively Machos until Jeff came along. Perhaps she was a bit tired from the days-long fuck fests that she had been having, perhaps she and Jeff had met at the right place and the right time, but back then she suddenly felt the urge to change everything and adopt the life of a typical good girl. But that warm feeling didn’t last long before she once again craved those thick, long, veiny cocks. If she could, she would keep her hands gripped around those huge veiny meat rods all day every day. And in some ways, it felt great to be able to subdue those ultra-masculine men with her own sexual power. It was a great deal too, the Machos wanted very simple things, and with their strength and vitality they had a lot to offer in exchange. They were essentially animals with primal instincts once you get them hard. And it was never hard at all to get them hard. In a way, the Machos were so much easier to “convince” for cooperation, so much easier to manipulate: you just tell them to do something in exchange for some fun, they’d lose every common sense and do just that. This was exactly why she got them to help fake her kidnap: somehow the Machos were a lot more reliable than regular men simply because their wants and needs were so straight-forward. Perhaps this was why she had always advocated for the Machos, because she knew for a fact that it could end up good for women like herself.

She had been doing her radio program for years, but she always kept her own identity secret from everyone else, her husband and sister included. All she needed was a receiver at home, which she had hid from Jeff for years. Covering up her identity was necessary: she knew that the topics she had talked about, although in general promoting social harmony, could still be too edgy for some people. She didn’t want people to trace it back to her and mess up her good little double life. And she knew that for those heavy topics, it helped to assume a male identity. Also, it was partially out of habit: since she was already hiding her sexual life from her husband, why not professional life too.

Perhaps it was precisely because of how much she needed to hide, that she never took enough attention to notice what her husband was up to until it was all too late. And once she found out, she suddenly understood why her husband was never able to catch her secrets either: they were both not paying as much attention to each other as they should have. They were both keeping secrets, and full heartedly devoted to those secrets instead.

Despite always advocating for “the greater good”, Jane was perfectly clear that she was not such a saint herself, her willingness to aid humanity stops at the point of virtual space. Doing her program was the most that she’d compromise her own enjoyment for the sake of the whole. But still, once she had discovered what her husband was up to, she wasn’t very happy. It was just not… Sustainable. And that meant should the world run on Jeff’s premise, one way or another, sooner or later, everything would go to shit including her own little happy life. At the very least, if and when Jeff got busted, she didn’t want to have anything to do with it, hence she faked her own kidnap. Obviously Jeff hadn’t been truthful, and knowing what he did and what he wanted to do, she was a little scared that her husband was a psycho, a violent anarchist. Who knows what he’d do if he found out that Jane had learned his secret. But he was still her husband, she had loved him, even if just a little bit. So she arranged the scene and left that holograph message for him: in a way, it was her way of coming clean, though she had masked it behind a fake victimhood. She wanted to test Jeff’s reaction to her unfaithful sexual life, as well as how he’d react to her knowledge of his “work”. She hoped that perhaps once Jeff came for her, it would spark a change in his mind and he could stop his nonsense. Maybe if they could both come clean to each other, they could start over again.

But Jeff never came for her. For whichever reason.

Jane smirked sarcastically at herself. What were you expecting anyways.

And now, safely hidden in a bunker on the Macho side of town, Jane witnessed the entire town go to shit, and it began to concern her a bit more. Not that she was a saint, as have been said, but that did not negate the mere fact that once the town was completely gone and all those mutated beast rushed in, even the Machos would struggle to survive. And if the Machos couldn’t survive, how could she.

Jane knew that her sister had somehow became one of the leaders of the mob, and she couldn’t do anything but cuss in her own mind: how stupid and short sighted, like she had always been. Judy had always chased after a leadership role, as if being there could strengthen her own security. But Jane knew too well how that worked. Men fight for that top spot, and men die trying. The closer to the top, the more likely they’d be dead. And that last man standing, with all those power and resources, would willingly come offering them all to a woman who knew her true power. At least, for the duration that such a man could retain his position. The woman would have everything she wanted, she would have children with the best genes, and if she deemed reasonable she could have “love” as well, as long as she knew how to play her cards right. And all of this just became so much easier as regular men were turned into Machos, provided there needed to be some slight changes in social rules when the time would be right. But now, before the time was right, they went and tried to disturb it all.

Jane shook her head in disbelief. Judy could never truly figure out which game she was playing. Being a queen immediately sometimes means being a pawn in the bigger game.

She did her last broadcast yesterday, and indeed, today the power to the radio tower completely went out. No more broadcasts were possible. In her last broadcast, Jane had finally revealed her identity. By now she had no leftover hope for Jeff’s return, wherever he was. Obviously Jeff had no intention to come back to her, or perhaps Jeff was dead already, in either case she’d had to make peace with that. She now hoped that Judy, her sister, could hear this and come to her senses. Sometimes it takes a bit of hope for desperate people to avoid desperate traps. But sometimes that would still not be enough.

Jane’s thoughts then jumped back to her childhood, time spent with her sister. Time spent with her parents. Her dad was the mayor of the town, perhaps that was where she learned all this strategic real-politic thinking, and where Judy learned to chase after leadership at all cost. The sisters were in some sense, quite similar after all. Too much politics while they were young, but the difference was that Jane got a few more years of that. Turned out to be a critical few more years. Another difference was that Jane knew too well how their parents died, yet Judy didn’t. Jane was there to identify them, but Judy was too young to witness such a gory scene. It was horrific. It was a wound that could not be produced by any man or livestock. It made Jane fully aware that the stories were all true, yet Judy never received that revelation, no matter how many times Jane had tried to explain to her later.

Turns out no matter how much you try to talk about something, it matters not to those who have not experienced it themselves. Perhaps people were too confident in their own experience. Perhaps people had not put enough faith and trust in others. Ironic isn’t it? Even though she was fully aware of this, Jane still went ahead and became a radio host, talking tirelessly to those who could not understand what they were listening to. Maybe it was her inability to convince her own sister that pushed her to try to convince at least someone out there.

Jane sighed, and then laid again onto the cum covered bed. All this thinking, all this uncertainty, all this conflicted feelings had made her lose appetite.

The shock in his father’s eyes, John would never forget it. But he was too afraid to even move, he was clutching onto the door frame, he couldn’t do anything but watch as his brother stuffed his father’s own humongous cock down the throat of that enormous muscular Macho bound on the bed. This was the man who gave birth to him and his brother, and raised them to this age. Yes, he had a bad temper ever since he had became a Macho, but he was their father. John didn’t give a fuck what everyone else says, he was his daddy and that was it.

All those years, he tried to understand his brother’s unforgivable actions. But the more he tried to learn, the more he agreed with how his father have dealt with the situation back then: he had his flaws, but he was also truly making things happen. The more he thought about it, the more his brother’s narrative felt like not just garbage, but poison. Poison to keep clueless people happy in their confinement, keeping them dreaming about that made-up paradise that doesn’t even make logical sense instead of putting their effort into this realistic world while they were still alive. Poison to persuade people to die happy instead of live through pain.

What was it for? What was his silence for? He should’ve told the whole story to the sheriff back then instead of covering for his brother. He had tried, but so many years have passed and he couldn’t lie to himself anymore: he hated him for what he did. He hated both of them for what they did, his brother for his cruelty, and himself for his blind compromise. He had told himself again and again, that though he hated what his brother did, he still loved Jeff for who he was, his brother, his only blood relative. But now, he couldn’t even be sure about that anymore. Who is Jeff? Who is that person? He got more and more confused. If anything, now that Jeff was planning to kill him off too, he had finally realized that what he thought was important was ultimately not important for Jeff at all. He had been wrong from the start.

These thoughts slowly faded as John gradually came back to being. It was all blurry at first. And then the memories slowly came back.

He was still in Jeff’s hideout, and his brother was standing right in front of him. Cold. Distant. Gone.

John grunted as he tried to get up, but soon realized that he was heavily bound up.

“I thought I’d have to say a proper goodbye to you before we end this. Brother to brother.” Jeff opened his mouth, his voice was raspy. Perhaps he was torn inside? John quickly interrupted his own silly thought, his blind optimism. No. Knowing his brother, he’d most likely murder his own brother in cold blood, but somehow twist his own memory to think of it as a grandiose sacrifice in the name of the righteous thing. He might even romanticize this whole thing, made it into some kind of solemn final chapter of brotherly love.

John spit on the ground, saying nothing but staring at his brother in spite. He was not going to give Jeff that closure, not for what he had done, not for what he had never done.

Jeff waited for a few minutes, before finally accepting the fact that his little bro would not talk. He sighed as he started to walk toward John with a knife in his hand. There was sadness and pain in his eyes: to think that he’d have to castrate his own brother, after he had castrated his own father. What pain that he had to endure to do the right thing, what immense sacrifice. How incredibly tragic, yet heroic, of himself.

The radio was playing nothing but white noise. The light was flickering. The loss of power to the town had even affected this carefully engineered hideout. John bit down his own teeth as he watched his brother stepping closer and closer. Like a phantom, a lost soul, it was approaching him. Yet there was nothing that John could do except kicking his huge muscular legs aimlessly.

Suddenly, the white noise in the radio morphed into a speech, noisy speech, with a woman’s voice.

“Tssssk… Tssssk… And yes, Dr. Smith was my alias. And I’m not dead. So you see, it was all a story, a story that made such chaos and idiocracy look reasonable. The signal processor that I have used for years is now broken, just like most other things in this town. Just like the people of this town. And this is perhaps my last chance to speak to you before the towers go out for good. So please, heed my call… Tssssk… The only option left for us. If we don’t do something about it, soon there will be nothing left for us to do.”

Jeff’s eyes opened wide as he turned around, staring at the radio with horror and shock. He knew Dr. Smith too well. And he knew this voice too well.

It was his wife. It was Jane’s voice.

As Jeff was distracted by Jane’s voice, John saw a window of opportunity. He grunted, suddenly swinged his muscular legs up, tangled them onto his brother’s legs, and then with all his might tried to wrestle Jeff to the ground just using those legs. As a Macho, this should have been extra easy. But being weakened by the electrical shocks AND being bound up, John could barely succeed even though his brother was distracted.

Jeff quickly snapped back his attention, resisting his brother’s assault with all he had. He knew that if he was forced into a close up position, even in this current state a Macho could still easily overpower a regular man like himself.

But suddenly, a pair of enormous muscular arms clutched onto Jeff from behind, forcing the surprised man down! It was Big Fred, who had came back to his senses, and now his eyes were red like a crazed bull as he had found out that his sexual organs were no more.

“What the…” Jeff struggled as he lost his composure. Now that Big Fred was literally on him, he had finally felt the full force of a Macho --- one that could not be retaliated against!

John was surprised for a little bit too, but quickly seized the opportunity. He grunted, throwing his muscular upper body up, wrestling his brother to the ground while Big Fred kept him immobile. In the heat of the battle, without his hands John’s options were limited. But now that all three men were struggling on the floor, John did the only thing he could do in this position: smudging his enormous bulge into the face of his own brother, while Big Fred kept Jeff in position.

Jeff struggled and grunted violently, but it was no use. As time went by, his struggles became weaker and weaker, until he was finally no longer moving. Suffocated in his own little brother’s crotch, he would never have imagined this as a possible outcome for himself.

Neither did his brother. After a good few minutes, after making sure that his brother was no more, John finally collapsed to the floor, panting, staring at the ceiling, not knowing whether he’d regret this decision in his future life.

“What are you waiting for you pussy, are you a man or what? Go first!” Judy scorned her male teammates. They were hiding in tall bushes, a few hundred metres outside of the town’s border.

They had to make this move. With the Machos entirely retreating to a corner of the town, everything was deteriorating. There was no food, no supplies, no resources of any kind. Water distillery malfunctioned, the radioactive water was killing townsfolk. Fighting for food, townsfolk themselves were killing townsfolk. The united angry mob that Judy was leading quickly burst into a chaotic free-for-all, in fact Judy was fearing for her own life if she didn’t do something drastic to bring the crazed animals in town back into shape. That was why she led this expedition to finally venture out of the town, to risk all in order to gather some resources. Even though she had denounced all those stories as fake, ultimately, she was still scared.

And that was why she was acting tough yet pushing his male teammates to rush in first. Herself, and a few other women, were clutching their guns and waiting in the bush.

“Fuck you Judy, what happened to ‘women are just as strong’? Now you want us to be men?” One of her teammates, clearly anxious and irritated, snapped back.

Judy simply stared right into his eyes, raised her rifle, and pointed it at him.

The man grunted as he succumbed. Together with a few other men, they cautiously ventured out of the bushes, running from one cover to another, and soon disappeared into the thick fog.

Judy waited under the bush, her heart racing, her mind cussing out. How did it end up like this? All of this was a lot different than what she had imagined.

Suddenly, horrific screams burst out from the fog before them. The women were immediately startled, their hands started to shake, and two of them instinctively tried to run back.

“Stop moving you bitch! You wanna expose us?!” Judy turned her head sharply and snarled at the scared women. She herself was sweating bullets, but she could not risk a failed mission, she had people in town to calm down, she had to at least find out what had happened.

A few minutes of intense waiting, one of the woman shaking behind Judy started to weep. It felt like a century. And then, out of the fog, a man appeared, running and tripping, fear and dread clearly written all over his face. He was panting, screaming, crying, and ran directly toward where Judy and the rest of the team was hiding.

“FUCK! Stupid breeder gonna expose us all!” Judy cussed in a shaky broken voice as she realized that this man was going to doom them all, whatever he was running from would just follow the trace to find them too! Panicking, she quickly raised her rifle, pointed right at the man running toward them, wanting desperately to stop him in his track before he led anything back to them.

But before Judy was able to kill her own teammate, something else did it for her. A gigantic spike suddenly pierced through the chest of the running man from behind, the man let out a final agonizing scream as he witnessed that bloodied giant needle poking out from his own chest. And then, a gigantic wasp revealed itself, its body the size of its new victim. As the wasp retracted its sting and started to nibble on the corpse with huge razor like pincers, more wasps appeared from the fog, the sound of insectoid wings buzzing filled the air.

One of the women, having watched everything in absolute horror, finally lost her nerves. She cried and screamed, and started to run back toward the town. “Shit, Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” Judy couldn’t stop her, and now all hell had broken loose. She herself had to run too: their location was clearly revealed.

And she ran, she ran like a frightened animal, she ran for her life. It was as if as soon as she started to run, all her fear had finally broken loose, and she was staring at her own dread right in the face. At that moment the intense horror enveloped her entire mind, she wasn’t worried about the mobs in town, she wasn’t worried about her ideologies, she was just trying to survive. She didn’t turn back to check on the buzzing sound that was clearly chasing them, she just ran. And as she felt that the buzz getting too close to her, she panicked, and instinctively pushed one of her teammates down to the ground as a lure. Seconds later, her teammates’ scream made her feel ecstatic: yes! They took the bait, they are slowed down, they’re not chasing me, I might live, I might live…

Her mind was a blank as she finally reached the town. The protection aura surrounding the town was on its last leg, but it was still there. She collapsed to the ground, panting, dizzy. Only two of them made it back to town alive.

“No… No… It was all true… Those stories were all true… We need to tell people… We need to get the Machos back! We need to go to them for help…” The other surviving woman was crying, tearing at her own hair, rocking back and forth while lying on the ground, clearly distraught and disturbed.

Judy kept on panting, stared at the hysterical woman for a few seconds, and then raised her rifle.

Bang! One shot right in the head, and her only surviving teammate was no more.

Judy put her shaky hands down slowly, and then dropped the rifle onto the ground. She collapsed once again to the ground and closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t let the others find out that all those stories were true. She just couldn’t. They would hold her responsible, because she was the one who insisted that it was all a scam. She couldn’t stop now. She wanted to live. Oh what deep shit she had gotten herself into.

Jeff sat in front of the monitors, drinking his coffee as usual. One, two, three, he smirked as he watched these Machos fell one by one in the tunnels.

“Tssssk… And the state we are in today, is all because some of us never grew out of children’s fairy tale stories. All because we refused to take in this complex world as it is. So when facing a problem, instead of moving forward and coming up with ways to patch up these problems, we think of rewinding to a previous state. And… Tssssk… Tssssk… While we are sitting alone, forgetting and adapting in the wrong orders. Perhaps we should’ve sought out the other towns while we still remembered, perhaps we should’ve been a lot more courageous… Tssssk… Cowardice. In fear we reject, in fear we rage, in fear we closed our eyes and turned off our thoughts, instead of fixing and repairing whatever gave us fear in the first place. What seemed to be bravery in arms is nothing but inner cowardice of the mind, a cover for a complete inability to step out of the simplicity that is our limited view of a limited life.”

Dr. Smith was still trying, but it was clear that he was losing patience. He had to. By now, the generators in town were almost all out, the radio channels were lost one by one. Soon it would be his. He was running out of time.

Suddenly, Jeff frowned as he stared at one of the monitor screens. A Macho, bigger than the rest, was walking through the blade storms in the tunnel with both his big hands covering his groin. Blades cut through his hands again and again, but he just gritted his teeth and kept on pushing through. It was Big Fred, and this here showed why he was the leader of his gang: he knew full well that his only weakness was his sex organs, and he was not going to let physical pain get in the way of his judgement. Deep wounds continuously appeared on his hands, legs, torso. The wounds quickly healed due the Macho being the Macho, only to be slashed open once again.

Jeff spit on the ground. Shit. At this rate, that muscle brute was going to get through the tunnel. Jeff couldn’t allow him to get to the control room, fighting here would surely result in all his equipment getting smashed to pieces, and then even if he managed to win he’d still be forced to venture out of the hideout due to lack of supplies. Jeff bit his teeth as he made up his mind: he’d have to engage Big Fred right as he exit the tunnel, in the sewers connecting to this control room.

Quickly, he got up, rushed to the sewer, and then locked the door behind him. The sewer smelled better and better as days went by, as less and less people above ground had access to the drainage system. This part of the hideout was very simple: just some wooden boards laid out like bridges right on top of dark waters. It was dark, damp, not the ideal place for fighting, but at least Jeff had the advantage of being more familiar here.

As a roar broke the silence in the sewer, a hulking beast of a muscle man plunged through the tunnel and entered the room. It was of course Big Fred. He didn’t look as good as he did before, his clothe and pants were slashed into pieces by the blades in the tunnel, and he was covered in his own blood. Though he had healed, the pain had definitely kicked up his instinctive rage, and now this almost entirely naked Macho was panting as he stared right into Jeff’s eyes with rage and hatred.

“No more hiding, punk.” Finally, Big Fred grunted in a low husky voice as he sardonically grinned. He was gonna smash this little man’s smirking face into a bloody mess. He was going to rip his mustache right off his face. He was going to snap every bone in that twig of a body.

The musclebound Macho wore the bloodthirsty grin on his face as he walked toward Jeff, step by step, thumping his weight on the wooden planks. There was nowhere else to run, he was going in for the kill.

Jeff squinted his eyes as he stood at the other end of the room. He was calm, but he needed to be very careful. One misstep, and he’d be caught by that hulking monster. With the corner of his eyes, Jeff quickly glanced around, eagerly trying to find a way to win this impossible match.

A few seconds later, and Big Fred was already in the middle of the room, steps away from Jeff. The hulking muscle man flexed his enormous muscles as he cracked his joints, ready for the pounce.

Suddenly, Jeff bit his teeth, quickly bent down, each hand pushing on the end of a wooden plank, forcing them apart as far as he could! Big Fred was caught by surprise: each of his feet were planted on a different plank, as Jeff pushed them apart, his huge muscular legs were forced apart! And then, though Jeff couldn’t push the planks any further, Big Fred’s own immense weight did the work instead, in a few second the hulking Macho was forced to split sideways!

Big Fred roared like a beast, but as he huge legs were spread out horizontally across the water, his muscled tensed up. Remarkably, this mountain of muscle was able to maintain a splitting position more than comfortably! His gigantic veiny cock along with those two humongous balls dropped down and dipped right into the water below, but the rest of his huge body was able to snatch still with his musclebound legs tensed up in a complete horizontal sideway split! In seconds, the wooden planks settled into place, and Big Fred raised his head, wearing a victorious and vicious smile. He knew that with his muscle strength he could easily pull himself back up through his legs alone, and now that his enormous cock and balls had dangled down and completely submerged in the dark water, Jeff wouldn’t even be able to target them.

“Huh! Is that all you’ve got punk? Is that all? Now it’s my turn, ooo I’ll enjoy breaking your… “ Big Fred laughed like a maniacal beast as he scorned his opponent. Just as he was about to force himself up with his massive leg strength, his face suddenly turned white, eyes shot open, mouth gasping, and his enormous pecs and glutes started to bounce uncontrollably!

The muscle giant froze in place, every piece of his incredible muscle tensed up and twitched violently. Soon, foam formed around the corners of his mouth as tears rolled down his face. His eyes rolled back to his skull, apparently whatever was happening had sent him into a seizure.

Jeff smirked as he enjoyed the scene right in front of him. The water beneath the behemoth started to turn red. Yes. There were piranhas living in this sewage water, and they just had a feast on that giant pile of fuck meat submerged into the water. Piece by piece, chunk by chunk, they devoured the big juicy swollen balls of this Macho man, and that once majestic big fuck tool. Finally, Big Fred’s entire set of fuck tool was no more but fish food, this hulking muscle man swayed a bit back and forth in his splitting position, and then finally fell forward into the dark water, making a huge splash.

Jeff grinned as he was about to turn and leave that muscle beast to serve as fish food. But then he hesitated a little, turned around with a devious smile, and grabbed the huge muscle man who had passed out in the water. With all his might he managed to drag Big Fred out of the water. Just a few seconds, and the fish had already bit off a chunk of his plump pec meat, but that was fine, as a Macho he’d heal in minutes even in his currently unconscious and castrated state.

Jeff opened up the door to the control room and dragged Big Fred’s huge muscular body inside. He wore a grin on his face, and his cock was already getting hard at the thought of what he’d do with this once proud and arrogant muscle man. He had been hiding for weeks, and he was horny as fuck. What fun it would be to reduce this muscular alpha male even further, to not only take away his manhood, but also force him to watch himself get fucked like a musclebound sex toy by a regular man?

Once in the control room, Jeff grinned as he straightened up. Suddenly, he froze up in shock.

His control room was completely smashed, all supplies scattered around, monitors in pieces.

“I knew it was you when I heard about how they were castrated. It was just like what you did to dad. I hoped that it wasn’t you, that this was all just a coincidence. How stupid and naive of me.” John stood in the shadows, and slowly spoke up.

Jeff quickly turned his head to look at his brother, but his eyes widened in horror and rage.

His own little brother now stood two heads taller than him, muscles bulged out as if they were going to burst. He had done that operation. He had turned himself into a Macho.

“What the FUCK have you done?!” Jeff roared furiously.

“No, what the FUCK have YOU done?!” John stepped forward. As he left the shadow, light spilled onto his face: hurt, disappointed, desperate, and angry.

“What have I done? What have I DONE? I have made this world a better place! I have fought for freedom and equality, I have did God’s work!” Jeff laughed like a maniac, his face getting more and more crazed by the moment.

And then John snapped.

“No you fucking self-righteous asshole! All you have ever fought for was yourself! Because you were so insecure and nasty, you had to drag the whole world to hell with you! If you didn’t get candies, no one else could get it. You played everyone. You played me. It was all your own ideals, your bratty stupid childish ideals, at the expense of everyone and everything else. It was either your perfect ideals, or everything needed to be burned. Have you thought about me? Have you thought about, oh, how would my brother feel when I crushed my dad’s balls, cut off his dick, and suffocate him on his own cock?” John kept going, tears welling up in his eyes, yet the burning anger could not be cooled down by the moisture.

Jeff stopped his maniacal laughter for a second, a little caught off guard as his little brother brought back a topic that they had not discussed for years.

“He was bullying everyone else, forcing them to do things. He was a tyrant. He needed to be stopped.” Jeff was visibly shaken by the mentioning of their father, but he quickly snapped out of it and yelled out defensively.

“Yeah no shit because how the fuck was anything supposed to get done?! He was our first Macho in town, of course he needed to lead, and of course he needed to be tough. If only he had succeeded we could’ve built a road to another town by now, and all of this fuck fest would never have happened! What did you think, people would just do things because you said ‘please’? Wake the fuck up! And to think that I have covered for you at the time... FUCK! Did you consider how I felt? Did you know how many times I just wanted to strangle you in your sleep you fucking piece of shit?!” John was screaming in anger at this point as tears streamed down.

“I just couldn’t stand losing my brother right after my father, we already never had a mom to begin with… Do you know why I went through this operation and even told you about it? DO YOU?! Because I was afraid. I hoped that if I did this, if it was you who did all those things, you’d reconsider because your own brother was going to be a Macho too. But no. No you give NO SHIT to anyone but yourself. How FUCKING stupid I was to think that you’d give a fuck.” John was very distraught as he pushed on, stepping closer and closer to Jeff.

Jeff just stood there, looked to the side, as if he gave up trying to argue.

“Yeah, shut me out, like how you shut everyone else out… Everyone else just don’t get it right? YOU are the only saviour of the world, YOU are the only one who knows what’s best for humanity. YOU are the special one.” John grunted in tears, tried to calm himself down, and said in a slightly more composed tone: “Please, Jeff, let’s fix this, it’s a fucking mess but if you want to fix it you can fix it right? Half of the town is dead Jeff, not even by Machos --- starved to death, got sick and died without the medical supplies, died to each other while fighting for food. Let’s stop this.”

Jeff just kept staring at the side. How did John get in? Right, his jeans were slashed open on the left side and covered in blood. He must have healed after getting repeated injuries in that area. Ahhh, he must have went into the first tunnel after the other Macho, got through the tunnel while I was busy dealing with Big Fred, who came in from another tunnel and entered a different room. Smart boy. He saw how the first Macho was brutally castrated, and then he proceeded to cross the entire tunnel side ways, so that all the blades that shot out from the back of the tunnel landed on his thigh instead of his balls. I must fix that tunnel to add some automated directional adjustment, Jeff thought to himself.

And then, he turned to his brother, who was staring right into his eyes, practically begging for an answer. But Jeff’s eyes were cold, distant, disappointed. “I thought you were more virtuous than this John. I thought you understood what I was doing, what was meant to be done. Dad needed to be stopped, he was not right. And now all the Machos needed to be stopped. Unfortunately, that means you too.” As he said the last sentence, he suddenly pushed down a button on the side of the fractured monitor. Some sacrifices needed to be made for a revolution to succeed, his wife was the first, his brother was the second. But it was all for a greater good.

John didn’t have time to react to Jeff’s sudden move, and as a bolt of lightning zapped through him repeatedly, the newly morphed muscle man roared and screamed in agony. A few minutes later, he finally collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

This muscle hunk was quite young, a newly turned Macho. He was treading the tunnels cautiously, gritting his teeth and frowning, with sweat running down his handsome face. He was a real brute, veins climbing all over his bulging muscles. But he hadn’t seen as much as the other Machos, so he was a bit jumpy in these dark gloomy narrow tunnels that could barely fit his huge hyper-masculine body.

Click.

The young Macho’s heart pounded as he heard the slight sound, his entire body tensed up, his mind at the point of snapping. Suddenly, something resembling a small human jumped out from the wall to his right!

The young Macho panicked, and out of both angst as well as instinct, he didn’t even spend time to take a closer look at what it was. Instead, he roared as he raised that ultra muscular arm, and punched at the object with all the might he had!

And it was a lot of might. Immense, beastly might.

What jumped out was just a doll. But this doll was attached to a rod that was secured at a single point a few feet beneath the doll. As the spooked Macho punched the doll with all he had got, the force taken by the doll was transferred to the rod. The doll swung back violently, but since the rod was pinned at the centre, the other end of the rod sprung up with equal velocity. And that other end of rod was attached to a heavy hammer. The hammer swung up from between the Macho’s legs, and plunged right into the poor muscle man’s crotch, instantaneously crushing those huge gonads into pieces. No other forces were needed, the big mountain of muscle have just burst his own balls into minced meat through the force of his own punch.

“MMmnnnnn!!!” The Macho hunk’s eyes suddenly widened, mouth corners twitching as his mind went blank from the pain. He didn’t even know what was happening. This hulking beast twitched and trembled as cum and blood gushed out of his crushed groin, and before long, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and the young Macho collapsed onto the ground.

Click.

The bearded hairy muscle hunk frowned, and immediately turned to his side, with his broad back against the right wall, hugging it closely. For a Macho his size, he was incredibly nimble.

This tunnel was narrow, everything pointed to having traps set up. He was simply being cautious.

Just as he did so, a big wooden pillar sprung up from the center of the tunnel floor, retracted quickly, and then punched up again, again, and again. This repeated assault would no doubt had crushed and grinded a Macho’s balls into chunks of gonad meat should the victim be casually stood there with legs apart. The bearded hairy Macho gritted his teeth, sweat rolled down the side of his face, his heart was racing from how close he was from getting his balls destroyed. But he was also relieved, even a little proud that he was able to dodge this trap.

Click.

The bearded Macho was stunned, what was it this time? His crotch was only a few inches away from the still violently thrusting pillar, he had his back against the right wall, what could it be this time? Another pillar further down in the tunnel?

Suddenly, the bricks behind his firm muscular buttocks pushed out, forcing his pelvis forward! The bearded muscle man opened his eyes wide in disbelief: oh, shit.

Right in front of his own eyes, his crotch was now forced into the trajectory of those rapidly plunging pillars. His legs were still planted apart near the wall, his muscular upper body also against the wall, having his pelvis pushed out like this means that his humongous bulge of man meat was sticking out like a package ready to be taken!

Bam! Bam! Bam! Again and again, the wooden pillar repeatedly rammed into the Macho’s package as he helplessly watched. He could feel his huge gonads getting smashed into pieces, then grounded into finer and finer chunks until he only had an enormous bag of stew inside of his scrotum! As his balls were repeatedly crushed and annihilated, the bearded Macho could do nothing but tremble in shock, witnessing gallons of cum forced out of him and soaking his own jeans, creamy white man juice dripping down from that huge bulge, whipped up like whip cream as the pillar kept on plunging into his crotch.

Boom!

Finally, his scrotum was rammed into an explosion, his jeans ripped into pieces from where his cock and balls used to be! Minced ball meat splashed onto the destroyed Macho himself, onto the walls of the tunnel, and covered the ball-crushing pillar.

“We go in, split up, and once any of us find the trace of that bastard, we blow the whistles. Then we smash his head in. Clear?” Big Fred gritted his teeth as he said in a low husky voice.

His men nodded, all with fire in their eyes. It wasn’t easy for them to finally find this hideout, but now they’ve found it, they were going to make that punk pay for everything he’d done. If they had a clear mind, the least that they could do was to conjure up some type of armor to cover up their vulnerable private parts before embarking on an assault. But they were Machos, and they were angry, so it was a far stretch for any of them to strategize beyond the immediate.

In the dark tunnel, a huge muscular Macho treaded carefully. It was now that he had realized that the bastard must have set up traps in here, so he needed to be careful. There was a dim white line in the center of the narrow tunnel, so the huge Macho took care to step only near the walls, opening up his legs and bending his knees, walking in a half squatted position so that the white line passed right beneath him without ever being touched. He would’ve straightened up his enormous torso, but alas, the tunnel was simply too small for him to do so.

He walked like this for a good five minutes, until he heard a slight click. Immediately, this mountain of man meat tensed up, frowning, he froze and tried to analyze the situation.

But suddenly, he felt something cold passing through the middle of his legs. A slight sting, nothing more. Instinctively, the Macho hunk lowered his head to take a look.

His jeans was sliced open right down the centre in the crotch area. Along with his jeans, his huge scrotum was also sliced right open, and his cockhead mercilessly sliced off. It was a very sharp small blade that was shot out from behind him, aiming right in-between his legs.

The Macho froze in horror as he witnessed his cockhead dropping out of that gap on the underside of his jeans. Along with his cockhead, his two meaty gonads also slid out from the sliced-open scrotum, attached by cords, and dropped down right through the opening in the jeans. Those huge orbs bounced and hanged in mid-air, bloodied and covered by thick veins, staring right into the eyes of their owner. All of this happened in an instant, the blade that did all of this was so sharp that the Macho didn’t even feel pain.

Before the Macho could even scream out in horror, another click. And then right in front of his own eyes, he saw his own testicular ducts getting severed by something that moved so fast that he couldn’t even see.

Slowly, the Macho slid down, his wide open eyes fixated on his own bloodied bare balls bouncing on the floor. Soon after, this mountain of muscle collapsed to the ground.

The violence escalated. With the town’s sheriff gone, the police force itself quickly dissolved, many of them Machos themselves. At first, the Machos were winning, they were after all 10 times stronger, they were alpha males. But as the town sank deeper and deeper into chaos, the tide gradually turned. They were outnumbered 100 to 1. The townsfolk became in some senses, as violent as the Machos themselves, if not more so. Everyone’s eyes were filled with blood and hatred, primal survival instinct, every man for himself.

In the streets, robbery happened in broad daylight. But not by the Machos, the Machos got their supplies from outside of the town. The regular townsfolk on the other hand still didn’t dare to step out of their confinement despite denouncing all the tales they’ve been told as lies. As the Machos completely cut down supplies, the town was now in full blown chaos. Every man raised arms, every women hid deeper into the bunker. Often it was not the Machos who would smash their locks, rob their homes, rape their women, but their neighbours. In the crazed chaos, as the beasts within every man were released, even the Machos had to retreat back to a corner of the town, taking defensive actions instead of offensive ones.

But such was the storm before a new dawn, many would think.

Many including Judy.

She was ecstatic when the revolution finally happened. It was a revolution that she’d always wanted, something that she was waiting for her whole life. The loss of her sister was a blow, but what revolution doesn’t happen without some sacrifices. A revolution to overthrow the Machos, overthrow the arrogant men, and bring equality to women in this town. A revolution for her truth and power to shine through. A revolution for her boiling rage to roam.

Aside from the regular men in town, some women also heeded her call. Not everyone, but the number had been increasing steadily. For now, they were partnering with the regular men to dethrone the Machos, but Judy of course had other plans for later. Once the Machos were gone, the men would have no reason to keep women underground, and if they tried to do so she’d be the first one to cut down these men as well.

Things were burning in the street, shrieking sounds and piercing cries could be heard everywhere. Mobs stormed the streets day and night, trying to catch lone Machos, and in some cases Macho sympathizers. Soon it was evident that no one was safe, as everyone had a friend or relative who was a Macho, and everyone could be labeled as a “Macho sympathizer”. Chants of “equality” and “freedom” were broadcasted from loudspeakers as the mobs roamed the town. Front and centre, Judy marched as she waved flags, though it was debris all around her, she felt nothing but courage and hope. It was almost like a drug, all this destruction. And she wanted more, more, more.

On the Macho’s side of town, things were in fact, not as chaotic. In a way, whereas the regular men and women had been transformed by their rage and fear, the Machos have had a long time to adjust to their own constant urges. But nevertheless, if any regular man was caught in the streets in their corner, he’d get either gang fucked to the brink of death, or get locked up in bunkers guarded by Machos. Some of the women were rounded up in a few central bunkers, while others were allowed to stay in their own bunkers --- after all, some of these Machos had wives and daughters too.

Jeff sat on the couch within his fortified hide-out, listening to radios, smirking as his vision had finally came true. Dawn was near. He himself had became a martyr of the revolution, occasionally sending out signals to communicate with his followers. The fact that no one knew where he was only added more to the mystery and the power of his image. He had became a god.

And that felt good.

He was well aware that Judy’s rise to prominence within the mob had to do with himself, and why not. He had witnessed many times how fervent Judy could be. The people needed strong and zealous leaders at this moment. The tale on the street was that, Jeff’s wife was brutally murdered by the Machos, hence he had skin in the game already. Judy, being Jeff’s sister in law and Jane’s sister, was of course primed for leadership role. Jane was hailed as a virtuous woman who had sacrificed herself for the greater good of the townsfolk, a heroine. Everything clicked into place, and everything was going according to plan.

Jeff sipped at his coffee, and tuned the radio to another frequency.

“... Yet we demanded equality. Without knowing the difference between being equal and being identical, like bratty children we yelled and kicked, wanting something that we cannot even properly describe, advocating for methods that have time and time again demonstrated to fail in misery. Equality is not a thing, it is a relation, you need two items on either end of the equal sign. The equal sign cannot exist just by itself. It requires context. What do we want to keep equal? We can keep wages equal, at the expense of unequal efforts. We can keep the effort-reward ratio equal, at the expense of unequal earnings. The necessary specialization, where each tends to different responsibilities to put together an efficient whole, was entire lost as we mistakenly assume that everyone needs to be the same. We no longer appreciate that others can do something that we can’t, we now force them to abandon anything that we cannot do ourselves. And for that, we face dissolution, we face extinction.” Dr. Smith moaned in the radio.

Jeff grinned. He knew that he was probably the only person in town who still listened to Dr. Smith’s broadcast. Everyone else was either out rioting or straight out fed up with his pacifist bullshit. Ironic, isn’t it. The biggest enemy of his pacifist views, Jeff “the castrator” as they called him now, was the only one who stayed tuned to his program.

What was that feeling that Jeff had at this moment? Ah, yes, sweet victory.

Town centre, the square before the town hall.

Mobs had gathered around, torches lit, angry chants and roars filled the air. Judy stood silently on the sidewalk, surrounded by the crowd, her face solemn and determined. Beside her, a huge muscular Macho man was bound. Bruised, tortured, the masculine beast was completely naked and weak to the point of collapse. But Judy is still waiting for the right time: the audience wanted a show, and a show Judy would give them.

As enough people have gathered, Judy suddenly raised her head, and shouted out: ”brothers and sisters! Gather around and look at this disgusting pile of meat by my feet! This, is an oppressor. A beast. An animal that makes decisions by his lower body. What do you say that we fix his problem for him? Yes or no?!”

The crowd boiled, each person seemed to be drunk in anticipation, shouting on the top of their lung: yes, yes, yes!

Judy turned her head and snapped her finger. Two large women behind her stepped forth, each carrying one of the Macho’s muscular tree trunk legs, spreading them apart. The Macho moaned, but had absolutely no strength left to resist. His gigantic cock and two huge meat orbs flopped down, bouncing on the ground, ready for all to see.

“As you all know, my brother in law is the brave ‘castrator’, the one who inspired our fight for freedom and rights. He just sent a message to me last night, and he told me… “ As the large women were preparing the Macho, Judy turned to the crowd and kept giving her speech. Suddenly, she choked on her words as tears started welling up. After breaking for a slight moment, she steadied herself and continued: “... Sorry. He, our martyr, had told me that my sister, Jane, had been murdered by these bastards.”

The crowd gasped, moments later angry chants burst out of the mob, demanding the death of every Macho man.

“Jane… Jane was just an innocent woman. She just wanted to be a good wife, a good sister, and one day a good mother… She was always smiling. Not determined like her husband or myself, she was just, easy going and happy. She was no obstacle for anyone. But… But THESE BASTARDS! They mercilessly murdered her!!!” Judy kept on going, as both her anger and sorrow enveloped her. She was practically screaming near the end. Though this was for theatrics, at a certain point, she probably didn’t need to try hard at all to act this way. She had always scolded Jane for being a softy. But Jane was her big sister. And now she’s gone.

The crowd was at a boiling point, so much so that Judy’s men and women could barely hold back the agitated mob. They were yelling, screaming, eyes red, teeth bared. They wanted blood for blood.

The time was right.

Suddenly, Judy bent down, reached out both of her hand toward the Macho’s groin. One hand gripped hard onto that oversized veiny sausage, and the other gripped at the base of the muscle giant’s scrotum. Squeezing hard, the Macho’s beastly gonads tightened. And then, with a scream, she yanked back with all her strength!

The drained mountain of muscle suddenly opened his eyes wide in agony, and screamed so loud that the mob quieted down instantly. His huge juicy pecs and glutes instantaneously twitched uncontrollably as he felt his gigantic manhood being torn off of himself, fibre by fibre. He felt his testicular ducts snapping, then his scrotum burst open under immense pressure, as both of his bull-sized gonads were ripped right out of them! At the same time, his entire enormous penis was yanked right off of him, tearing the skin on his groin and pulling out the portion of his huge cock that was tucked deep inside of his pelvis! Creamy cum gushed out of these destroyed fuck meat for the very last time, spewing onto Judy’s angry face!

In mere seconds, the Macho’s eyes rolled back into his skull, foam formed on the corner of his mouth, and his entire muscular body was trembling uncontrollably: the indescribable pain had forced him into a seizure. And at this moment, the crowd cheered in ecstasy.

Judy held the bloody testicles and penis in her hands, raised them high into the air as she walked around like a champion, her eyes determined and satisfied. This was for Jane, she thought. And for her own fight, her fight to bring glory to all sisterhood.

“What the… What the FUCK do you think you are doing?! Are you fucking out of your minds?!” Suddenly, a deep roar stopped everyone in their tracks. Judy, her people, and the frenzied mobs all looked toward the source of the sound, and it was none other than Mike, the sheriff.

The town had been spiraling out of control faster than he could manage, the streets had became more and more dangerous, filled with bloodshed and angry mobs. Mike was severely overworked and understaffed. And now, he stared in horror at the huge muscular man trembling and twitching on the pavement floor, fully naked, bounded up, legs apart, covered in his own blood and cum. Between those huge legs, there was nothing but a torn open sack. Mike froze for a second, and then quickly drew out his gun, aiming at Judy, who was still holding those bloodied man meat.

Yet he grossly underestimated the situation. Just weeks ago, if he did what he did now, everyone would have obeyed. But this was not then, and in his exhaustion he forgot something very important: he himself was a Macho.

Without Judy giving an order, the mob exploded into frenzy, and piled onto Mike from all direction. Shocked, Mike yelled as he tried to force the crowd back by gun, but soon the gun was knocked out of his hands. Gritting his teeth, the muscular sheriff started to fight with his bare hands --- he knocked down one, peeled off another. Then ten. Then twenty. Then fifty. But they kept coming, like zombies, or bloodthirsty piranha. Even a Macho like himself, with superior hand-to-hand combat abilities, could not fight off a crazed mob like this.

Soon, in the chaos Mike was pinned against the wall. The muscular sheriff struggled and roared, but his limbs were held down by the crazed mob. Several rioters grabbed his pants and ripped them open, and Mike’s enormous bulge was released at once. His juicy big cock and plump meaty orbs bounced out, and then hanged low due to their own weight, dangling between his muscular legs.

Before Mike could realize what was going on, he felt something cold pressed right up against his meaty privates. The Macho sheriff widened his eyes in horror as he looked down: his own gun was now pointed point blank at that huge pile of fuck meat hanging between his legs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mike’s pupils trembled in disbelief as he witnessed his own cock and balls getting mercilessly blown to pieces and scattered all around. It was as if everything was in slow motion, he could see clearly the moment when the bullet plunged into his balls, drilling all the way into and then through his cum filled orbs, the pressure forcing them into explosion from inside out. The physical and mental pain sent him right into shock, and as the crowd cheered like beasts, this muscular sheriff slowly slid down to the pavement.

“... Consider ants. And bees. Nowadays we see them as dangerous hive monsters capable to killing people easily, but that was due to the radiation. Many years ago, they were small insects, but still extremely capable within the insectoid world. The secret to their success was community, each ant behaved like a cell of an organism, they communicated, they shared, in some sense the communal identity was a large part of each of their individual identity. This was achieved by sharing similar genes yet limiting the capability of reproduction. What resulted was the intertwined duality of individualism and collectivism, where the selfish thing to do was also one that benefits all, where the success of the community was desired even from an individual perspective. Cells came together to form complex organism, complex organisms came together to form communities. Each of our body is both a composite results of millions of cellular lives, as well as part of the composition for the greater society. To achieve such unity, all animals needed to have regulations, individual limitation, and often that was done in the form of reproduction.”

Jeff sat in his truck as he slowly drove down a rocky road. Dr. Smith might still be trying to preach his ideas, but Jeff knew that he himself was the ultimate winner. Grinning, he kept listening to the radio, savouring in the desperation in Dr. Smith’s tone.

“We humans, especially in this difficult time, cannot allow individualism to take over. We simply do not have the resources to support such an individualist life. Doing so is massively wasteful, and our resources will bleed dry. Hence I call for both regular men and the Machos to work peacefully together. Our current unrest has already reduced production by 80%, we are short in food piles, we are short on scrap metals, we could barely keep our generators working, and once the generators are down the mutated organisms will rush in. So please, dear listeners, heed my call.”

Jeff chuckled. It was a compelling argument that Dr. Smith had made, but he didn’t seem to get the point: For all they knew, there was no monsters. No radiations. It was all a scam, propaganda to keep everyone in check. Perhaps Dr. Smith himself was one of the Machos wanting to stomp through the other men. Perhaps he was too a victim of the brainwash. Jeff could not rationally deny the possibilities that the tales were true, but it had been decades since anyone have seen any real danger, except for the grotesque monsters that the Machos bring back from time to time. But the Machos could easily manipulated the corpses, it was all smashed into a giant pile of gory flesh anyways. Ultimately, it didn’t matter if the dangers were there - what matters, was that people are no longer satisfied with just tales. And now, the regular men in town were raving, angry, their dissatisfactions ignited into a frenzy.

For the past week, the intense atmosphere in the town had finally burst into flames. Literally. Some regular men started throwing burning torches into homes of Machos. There were people in the street randomly shouting out “equality”, “freedom”, or “down to the suppressors”. There were two incidences where dozens of regular men surrounded lone Machos on the street, dragged those muscle men down to the ground and brutally crushed their vulnerable huge balls. A few more instances of Machos getting their gonads ripped out of them in sleep. No doubt, Jeff’s public example in the underground wrestling pit sent a powerful message that the Machos could be defeated - by grabbing their balls. All those brutal castrations that Jeff had performed on the Machos had finally nudged the public into a riot.

But the Machos of course fought back too. Incidences where rampaging Machos pinned down random passer by and fucked their asses into halves had since skyrocketed. Groups of Machos stormed into taverns and bars, ravaging the holes of anyone inside. All of this retaliation and anger only fueled the conflict even further, and now the entire town was in disarray.

And it was all going perfectly according to Jeff’s plan.

There was however a small drawback. Destroying Valen’s fuck organ right in his own turf was another morale boosting demonstration for the regular men, but it had also revealed Jeff’s identity, because other Machos in the dungeon had seen his face. Now everyone knew that Jeff the quiet engineer from this side of town was most likely the person who started this chain of event. A leader to overthrow brutal Macho reign. As words of this travelled around, regular men praised him, and Machos hated his guts. People started to whisper his name as “the castrator”. It was no longer safe for Jeff to be seen publically, hence he has decided to duck out, travelling through rocky or forest routes, sleeping in his own truck too. In fact, he hadn’t been home for an entire week.

But it was all worth it. Jeff grinned, and even felt his cock getting stiffer in his own pants. How exhilarating, this sensation of holding such immense power.

Right now, however, Jeff decided to make a quick trip back home. He was starting to smell like rotten animal, he needed a new set of clothes along with a good long bath.

As he pulled up to his bunker, Jeff frowned as he noticed something wrong: the bunker lid was unlocked.

Carefully, Jeff held a tranquilizer in hand as he opened up his own bunker silently. No one was inside. He proceeded to thoroughly search the room. In the closet, under the bed, no one.

Not even Jane.

His home was trashed, broken things everywhere, pieces of furniture laid scattered on the floor. The familiar musky scent in the air indicated that the Macho must have been here, quite a few of them too. Jeff’s mind went blank as he panicked: he didn’t consider this possibility, didn’t think of the fact that when the Machos couldn’t hunt him down, they’d go for his wife. He thought the bunker was safe enough, since bunkers were built to keep lusting Machos out in the first place. But he neglected to realize that when the Machos were collectively scorned, it was very easy to find a way into a place that one lone hormone raging Macho could not get into.

Jeff collapsed to the floor, eyes staring blankly into the distance, for a moment there he was completely stunned by how things were turning out. But quickly, he regained his composure: the Machos wanted him, not his wife. Jane was most likely being held as a hostage, the purpose was to draw him out. Jane was safe.

He gathered himself, and then looked around the room frantically. If the Machos kidnapped her in order to draw him out, then they must have left some clues about where to find her. Now with a clearer head, Jeff noticed that the mess in the room was not the result of a single visit. Indeed, it had been a week since he had been home, yet the scent of masculinity was still strong in the air. The Macho must have came back several times after they’ve taken Jane.

Suddenly, Jeff’s searching eyes stopped. Right on the coffee table, there was a holographic recorder. Not his recorder. Someone else left it here. Sitting neatly in the middle of the table, contrasting the mess of the room. It was only due to his panic that he didn’t catch it right away as he came in.

Jeff got up, still a bit shaky, and walked over to the recorder. He hesitated for a bit, fearing what he’d find, but eventually pushed down the play button.

The recorder hissed, light flickered, and then it was on.

“Ahh...Ahhhh!!!” Right off the bat, there was a sound of a woman panting uncontrollably like a bitch in heat. Interweaved were heavy, course, masculine growls, occasionally with fully sexually charged “oh yeah” and “fuck” weaved in. Those deep voices obviously belonged to Machos, several of them in fact. The sound of big slabs of wet meat slapping onto each other was presented in a rhythm, it was not difficult to imagine what was happening.

And then the image finally settled. A woman, completed naked and covered in sticky white juice head to toe, was kneeling on the ground. Her plump buttocks were raised high and her legs were spread, there was a huge muscular Macho man lying beneath her, big hands gripped at her tiny waist. Another Macho man kneeled behind her, bent down like a bull in heat, and grabbed her meaty butt cheeks with those huge hairy hands. Both of these Machos were growling, panting, throwing their pelvis violently back and forth like masculine beasts in heat. The fucked-silly woman’s pussy and asshole were stretched mercilessly to a point of disfigurement by those two gigantic veiny cocks, one would even suspect that her hip bones were stressed to a point that it was ready to snap. As those meat clubs forced their ways in and out, in and out, the poor woman’s belly noticeably bulged out in the shape of monster cocks, her insides got dragged out visibly as those nasty huge pricks pulled out each time. A slimy sloppy slur accompanied each thrusting of those huge Macho men, as tons of creamy juice gushed out from the dazed woman’s holes every time those gigantic meat pillars squeezed their ways inside of her. Yet it was not just her lower-body holes that were busy. Her cum-drunken face was dripping with thick cream, her hands each desperately grabbing onto a huge meaty cock in front of her, but try as she might she couldn’t even cover half of the girth on each of those immensely grotesque meat clubs. Gurgling and slurping, lost in her mindless victimhood, she obediently rubbed her cum covered face on those veiny man meat, eagerly licking those symbols of masculinity as if she was worshipping the totems of her joy. Since she was fucked ruthlessly by two huge Macho cocks at once, both of her big round knockers were bouncing violently up and down. She was apparently used up for days, so much so that her hormones were completely messed up: her areola were engorged and shiny, with each bouncing they spurted out creamy white liquid, spewing out milk uncontrollably.

Jeff’s eyes were wide open, losing focus, and his mind went blank. His cock was rock hard, but his mind was numb. No. That couldn’t be. That couldn’t be Jane. Not his Jane. His Jane was a good girl, a soft-spoken, caring, conservative good girl. Not that cock hungry slut in the holograph. No. That wasn’t Jane. That couldn’t be Jane. That only looked like Jane, but it was a trick, it must be a trick.

As Jeff was stunned, the holograph suddenly flickered off. Obviously, the Machos wanted to draw him out with this little demonstration. Jane was probably gang fucked without sleep for days, stretched wide open by those monstrous cocks, filled with loads and loads of cum, bred like she was a mare. Perhaps she grew to like it, after all she had never fucked like that with Jeff. Perhaps her mind was shattered in the humiliation, eventually succumbing to the role of a busty sex toy. The Machos surely knew what they were doing, they knew that this would destroy Jeff, and they knew that Jeff would have no choice but to run out, storming tavern after tavern, frantically confronting every Macho he would find. That was why they didn’t even leave an address, they wanted him to put himself out there, reveal himself, become vulnerable. And then the Machos would be in the dark, ready to pounce, just like Jeff himself had done to the Machos before.

But they didn’t know Jeff well enough.

Jeff sat on the messy floor for a long while, eyes staring into the abyss, barely moving. After a while, he calmly stood up, went over to the bunker entrance, locked the lid from inside, double reinforced. He went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, drank it down, then calmly walked into the shower, as if nothing had happened. After washing off a whole week’s worth of dirt and sweat, he came out of the shower, dried himself, and laid in bed. Not long after, he was sound asleep. It was good to finally sleep in his own bed.

He would mourn the loss of his wife, as if she was taken by the beasts outside of the town. As if she was killed. Because that was what had happened, her pure, innocent, obedient wife was dead. That cock hungry whore in the holograph was not his wife, just yet another primitive sex toy. Another beast. A zombie. Much like the Machos themselves. Not his wife. Not worth saving. Those fuck holes of that slut were stretched beyond recognition, they stared right into Jeff’s face the whole time he was watching that video, announcing the death of his angelic wife.

Not in his world. Not in this new world that he had finally been able to create.

Tomorrow, when he wake up, he would leave this bunker and go somewhere else. The Machos would be back. He had been creating a hideout at the outskirt of town for years, using his engineering specialty to build an entire underground fortress just in case that these types of things happened.

Everything was going according to plan. Everything was. His wife being dead was a tragedy, but such was the price of a righteous revolution, there would be bloodshed. He would mourn Jane, but Jane was no more.

That mustached man must be new to this part of town. His smug face was filled with arrogance, the narcissistic smirk blatantly telling everyone around him that he truly thought of himself as the greatest, the noblest, the only man around here worthy of worship. And he was knowingly flaunting it to everyone around here. He was surrounded by female escorts, giggling, losing themselves like bitches in heat, blinded by his charming moves and most likely a lot of money. Certainly not his physique and cock, neither his stamina or sexual techniques, as he was simply a regular man after all. Not a Macho.

But this was no place for a regular man to flaunt himself. This was a sex dungeon, the only place in town where women can be found above ground - as they were the merchandise. And no regular man shall be so arrogant in such a place: This place was dominated by the Machos.

Valen gritted his teeth, then humphed a thick huff of air out of his nose. Around here, that mustached man was just a clueless punk, albeit rich one judging by how many escorts he had spent on. Any Macho worthy of his own muscles could trample that arrogant little thing. And Valen was not “any Macho”, he was the biggest Macho around here, more muscular and more hung than them all. He was an alpha bull.

And this arrogant man dared to flirt openly in the territory of an alpha bull. Unforgivable.

The other Machos in the room were frowning and staring at the mustached man too, bewildered and not pleased in a bit. Yet they controlled themselves as they repeatedly glanced over at Valen. They were not to take actions before the alpha bull, that was the silent rule of this place.

Valen’s fist clenched tight as he tried his hardest to restrain his primal rage. He didn’t want excessive trouble, this place was already frequented by cops for the many incidents it had had. But his hormones were racing, his blood was pumping, and he was fully ready to overpower that smug regular man and teach him a lesson that would turn his pampered life upside down. Such competitiveness was in the blood of every man, especially a Macho, and especially especially an alpha bull.

Perhaps the best way to do that, was to have that arrogant twig kneeling before a true masculine alpha male and discover for himself how little of a “man” he truly was. At the thought of this plan, Valen grinned sadistically.

Soon, it was night time. The shadows and lights in the dungeon was mixed with loud screams and pants, even some chatters and laughter. The scent of sweat and semen was everywhere. The dungeon was built in a way that divided a small space into isolated rooms, draped with veils to give maximum illusion of privacy. But of course, though sight could be blocked, neither the sound nor the smell could be.

The mustached man lied on his bed within one of the divided rooms, half naked, his juicy cock rock hard. He already had his fill and just woke up, and now he was expecting a few visits from the same ladies for second round. They promised him T and they promised him A, they also promised blow jobs till his mind would be dazed.

The veil was lifted. The mustached man raised his head in excitement, but then widened his eyes in shock.

What walked in was not a party of naked beautiful sluts, but a huge wall of beastly muscle. Veins climbed up the gigantic Macho’s enormous pecs and herculean arms, his juicy meat flexed and released with each step he took. Valen snorted out a hormone filled huff as he slowly walked in, that muscular torso swinging left and right in a primal swag. Behind him, through the gap between the veils, the mustached man could see several whores lying naked on the floor, their bodies hugging the floor and their plump buttocks raised high. Between those thick slabs of slutty ass meat, their pussies were torn into sloppy gaping holes that would remain loose and disfigured for weeks to come. These women came here expecting to be fucked, and they got what they wished for. Ten times larger than what they wished for, in fact. And now they were lying unconscious on the floor, passed out from the simultaneous stimulation of intense pain and pleasure.

Valen stopped in front of the bed, eyes scornfully staring at the half naked man beneath him. The huge juicy slab of meaty cock hanged down past his knees, momentum forced it to swing from side to side even after the Macho had stopped moving. Behind his gigantic prick, two plump and hefty bull balls were so large and heavy that they stretch the ballsack low. Thick veins on those meaty orbs showed through the sack skin, indicating that these giant gonads were still swollen with seeds, fueling the huge Macho with immense masculinity and drive.

With such humongous cock and balls hanging and swinging right before his face, the mustached man was stunned and completely in awe. He could definitely sense the heat radiating from the giant Macho’s godly sex organs, and a strong masculine musk filled his lungs, propelling his own body into an uncontrollable response that he had never experienced in his life before.

After all, standing in front of him was a REAL man. A REAL alpha bull. Overwhelming height, overwhelming muscles, overwhelming cock and overwhelming balls. This was an alpha male like a regular man had never seen before. And it overwhelmed everything that he had known in his previous pampered life.

“Suck on it, punk. Make me hard again. You know that’s the only thing you are good for.” A deep raspy voice escaped from Valen’s throat as he sadistically stared down his prey.

Shaking, speechless, the mustached man stared at the monster in front of his eyes. Yet as if hypnotized by the hormones in the air, he couldn’t help but started to lean closer, closer, until his lips were planted firmly on that wall of fuck meat.

“Ohhhh yeah… Work that mouth fuck toy… “ Valen grinned as he felt the wet, warm mouth trying its best to swallow the tip of that monstrous cock. He was not even close, but the mustached man seemed to be trying REAL hard. Funny how a pompous breeder could get turned into a man cunt in a blink of an eye, but Valen was used to it. The cockier those self-absorbed studs were, the harder they fall when they realized that they were inferior in every and each way. And they would then come crawling to worship Valen like the true cock hungry sluts that they were.

“Mmmmm… That’s it…” The big herculean Macho groaned with a deep smoky voice, and proceeded to put one of his large hands behind the mustached man’s head. With a gentle but forceful push, he shoved the eager man’s face into his musk filled groin, burying the predator-turned-prey in a pile of raw fuck organs.

“Can’t even do a good job getting me into your mouth huh? Useless fuck you are. Now lick my balls. And you better start playing that hole of yours or when I get to it, you’ll be split in half.” The muscle god slowly but firmly grinded his hips, pushing and rubbing his humongous cock and balls into the sedated man’s face. The mustached man was by now droopy eyed, panting like a bitch in heat, desperately trying to please the Macho in front of him. Valen was satisfied, he knew that this man was by now nothing more than a fuck toy, and would perhaps remain so for life. The herculean Macho closed his eyes and threw back his head, grunting lightly in pleasure as he decided to just let his new slut boy work it through.

Suddenly, the huge muscle man sprung his eyes open in shock as his herculean body jerked: he felt something digging into his piss hole, stretching the urethra and then with lightning speed tunneled its way inside! It went deeper and deeper, eventually splitting up at the base of his veiny monster cock, driving itself into those huge meaty gonads!

“Sh… SHIT!!! FUCK!!!” Valen’s voice cracked as he gasped in horror and was finally able to look down. The sensation was so strange that his muscular body was still in shock, unable to move. As he looked down, he saw the mustached man grinning viciously at him: this was not the sedated slut of a man just moments ago. And this vicious man held a string in his hand, the end of the string disappeared into Valen’s own gaping urethra, connecting to the micro-robots attached to the other end of the string. Those micro-robots, which can be rather easily made in an engineering workshop, had by now firmly planted themselves into Valen’s juicy meaty balls! The huge Macho alpha bull’s mind went blank, as he finally started to realize that indeed, the predator has become the prey. But he himself was the prey.

Jeff kept staring sardonically into the horrified eyes of the Macho, as he suddenly pulled on the strings HARD. Instantaneously, Valen’s muscular body tensed up, all those beefy meat on his body started to violently tremble! The giant alpha male’s eyes opened even wider, mouth gaping, yet the sudden excruciating pain prevented any sound to escape from his throat! One of his gigantic balls got pulled right into the base of his huge erect cock, bulging out that portion of the fuck meat like a balloon! The immense pressure on the squeezed ball forced loads of cum to gush out uncontrollably, rushing into the meat club that was stretched from the inside, and exploded from the tip of the cock, splashing all across Jeff’s face and chest! Jeff’s grin became even more crazed as he pulled harder, and the huge bulge on Valen’s cock started to move forward! What’s more, the other gonad of the Macho’s also got pulled into the base of his own prick, leaving that huge scrotum nothing more than a big empty wrinkled sack!

Valen kept twitching and trembling, the immense pain and unbelievable situation that he was in had shocked him so much, that this mountain of muscle could do nothing but to witness his own destruction. Suddenly, BANG! With a loud squashed sound, his first bull nut finally exploded under the immense pressure, annihilated by the internal pressure of his own cock, splattered into chunks and pieces of ball meat! Blood, semen, and minced orb meat sprayed out of Valen’s piss hole like firework!

But this was not the end yet. With a venomous smirk and bloodthirsty eyes, Jeff kept on pulling that string. The other bull nut of Valen’s did not get crushed like its brother, instead, it was Valen’s veiny gigantic cock that gave out first. A loud splitting sound happened as the huge gonad moving through the urethra finally tore open the sides of Valen’s own fuck meat, splitting the once majestic and beastly fuck organ into pieces of meat strings!

Valen’s eyes were twitching, his face twisted, his mind numb as he witnessed how his proud manhood got destroyed right in front of him. By a regular man. In his own turf. Jeff on the other hand, was by now laughing maniacally. It was yet another victory, a victory against the powerful. And it felt so good. In fact it felt better and better each time he did it.

As Valen’s twitching muscular body finally collapsed to the ground, the mountain of prime beef making a loud thump, and grotesquely mutilated fuck organs flailing around, Jeff simply stared at his victim with a devious smile. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked off the pieces of Valen’s gonad meat stuck on his mustache.

It tasted great.

“Baby, where are you going?! You should be resting at home!” Jane rushed to the bunker entrance as she heard the sound of Jeff putting on a jacket. An apron still wrapped around her waist.

“Sweetheart, I still have to go to work. I’m fine, it’s mostly healed.” Jeff replied casually as he leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. His broken rib has been mostly healed indeed, albeit still in bondages,

“Well… Be careful this time OK? Watch your back, don’t get crushed by things again.” Jane frowned with concerning eyes, but reluctantly agreed.

Jeff started the truck and sat on it for a while, a grin climbed up his face. Was it worth it? Hell yeah. Trading his own rib with the Macho champion’s huge gonads. Doing so all in public eyes. It had sparked a change in atmosphere.

For the past few days, things were a bit different. The Machos all across the town had been acting up, furious over the fact that many of their own have had their balls busted, castrated like hormonal beasts. The other men were simply scared at first, but gradually they got fed up, many started calling the Machos “spoiled brats” when there were no one around. Stories about a Macho champion having his balls brutally crushed on stage and then mercilessly gang-fucked spread out like wildfire, sending the message that these Machos can indeed be defeated, easily in fact. The public was fired up by this news, what was already brewing was shaping up to be a storm.

A storm that Jeff wanted and expected.

“... And we should realize, that they were simply asking for basic protection against discrimination. We need them. We need more men to be turned into Machos. We need their physical power, their resistance to radiation, their blood-lust against the mutated creatures roaming outside of our town. With our women safe in bunkers, the only problem they were causing was hormone-driven sexual exploitation of other men. But is that an unsolvable problem? No, it just gives more incentives for other men to become Machos themselves. No one is fundamentally discriminated, no one is doomed for life, everyone have the chance to become safe and powerful if one takes the necessary steps. Ask ourselves: have we forgotten about the dangers we face? Have we become numb? Have we let our selfish wishes and emotions take over our rationality?”

Jeff frowned as he listened to Dr. Smith on the radio. Due to the recent unrest, Dr. Smith have been a lot more direct with his messages, attempting to calm the public down. Undoubtedly, the general public - primarily the men as they were the only ones roaming above ground - was his target audience. The Machos were simply too busy either working or satisfying their urges to be listening to radio.

But Jeff knew that such broadcasting would do nothing to contain his plan. Selfish wishes? Perhaps. Everyone wanted to have “freedom”. And that translates to no more than personal power over others. It had been so many years, honestly no one knew if all those tales about the outside world were true or not. To many, such as Jeff himself, it all seemed increasingly like a scary children’s book story aimed to keep everyone at bay. And in a closed environment like this town, the increase of power for one necessarily meant diminishing power for another. Having more room to move around necessarily meant that someone else would no longer have the room to move. The Machos needed to be taken down in order to have room for everyone else, it was that simple. Besides, no one with that much individual power should be allowed to exist, it would terrorize the others.

“... Some might argue, that the Machos are simply too powerful and unregulated. But in any society, specialization is key to efficiency, and efficiency is key to survival. If we live in a world that has unlimited resources, so much so that we can waste them, then we can perhaps try to avoid differences. Otherwise, differences means both opportunities and challenges, and we shall be actively making use of these differences instead of avoiding them. Do we live in an unlimited world? We don’t, we never have, and we especially do not now. In those cases, we need trust. We need trust not in the fact that others will act according to our own needs, but the fact that we each have something we need from others. Our community defines us, let’s think as one instead of each our own.”

Jeff smirked sarcastically. Try as he might, Dr. Smith was not going to turn the tide now. They might not live in an unlimited world, but it certainly felt like one for most people alive. Because people forget. People live in the moment. People are alive and getting by, hence they will subconsciously assume a limitless world around them, regardless of all the warnings and stories. Jeff couldn’t say for sure that all this radiation and apocalyptic tales were lies, but he himself was fed up with whatever was happening right now. Short sighted? Perhaps, but blame biology.

Community, greater good, what a pile of bogus. It circled back to freedom, to individuality, and Jeff was a staunch supporter of it. Perhaps a bit too extreme in his pursuit, but he had all those books from ancient times to back him up. He grinned again, savouring the subtle desperation in Dr. Smith urges. That’s right. Dr. Smith knew as well as Jeff himself that things were about to change, it’s all in the air. This brought excitement and hope to Jeff’s heart: chaos meant opportunity for those at the bottom, more precisely those who had the capability to go to the top but are somehow stuck at the bottom. And perhaps that was what Jeff needed. Perhaps that was what would satisfy his lifelong thirst, a thirst that he could not explain, a thirst that sometimes manifested itself in a taste for blood and a thirst that sometimes gave him a boner. A thirst that have haunted him his whole life, driven him into doing what many would consider as unspeakable things again and again.

Let it rip.

A large Macho slowly walked into the pit, his muscular torso swaggering side to side, powerful legs flexed and released with each step. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight speedo, his engorged veiny muscles on full display for everyone to see. Inside of that speedo, the entire frontal side bulged out with a clear outline of a monstrous cock layering over two gigantic balls. The Macho wore a cocky and savage grin on his rugged face, he was the reigning champion of the ring. The crowd cheered, many have put down money on this huge muscle man to win once more, many more were excited for what happens after his inevitable win: last time he won, he fucked his challenger right on the stage. It was so vicious that the poor victim’s prostate exploded right there, leaving that once hopeful fighter with a cock that would never harden for the rest of his life, and a puffy mancunt that would be destined to take thousands of huge meat clubs for years to come.

The music raved, shouts and cheers filled this underground fighting pit. The Macho could feel all eyes on him, as it should be. For this Macho looked every bit an alpha male at his prime: muscle bound body, big arms, broad chest, tapered waist, powerful legs, olive skin radiating intense heat wherever it was bared, thick golden hair and jaw droppingly big manhood. For those in the crowd with a good sense of smell, even amongst the crowd and alcohol they could still sniff out the musk of that Macho, signaling how hyper-active his desires were, how impenetrable his impending victory was.

The huge Macho man walked over to his seat in the corner of the pit. He casually adjusted his sitting posture, spreading his legs as if done unintentionally, and exposed the gigantic bulge tightly packed underneath that speedo. People took notice, yet wanted to pretend not to. That was how it always worked, desires intensify, those men who could not become as masculine as the champion gradually lost touch of what they wanted. Was it to become powerful? But they couldn’t. So they desired to be closer to the powerful. Yet that was not truly an option either. All that will had to be channeled somewhere, and in this case, it was channeled into their pants.

The temperature in the room was rising, and the Macho champion knew that soon, he’d be able to conquer yet another ambitious young man. The defeated young man would be a goner in both physical strength as well as mental resistance, he’d let go of all inhibitions and pride, succumbing to the fate of getting fucked by the champion’s monstrous cock right on the stage. He might resist at first, holding on to the last remaining piece of manly dignity, yet eventually he’d have to give in --- eventually everyone would have to give in. And at that moment, as he accept the unacceptable, biological adaptation would do the work, rendering that young man into a slut. The Macho smirked as he looked forward to breaking another fighter.

Just as the Macho was imagining his lewd enjoyment after beating his opponent, he heard footsteps coming down the ramp into the pit.

It was a masked man in spandex tights. Can’t really tell his age with that mask on, but he looked tall, lean, and well built for a regular man. Which means he was absolutely no match to the Macho. The champion grinned and spit to the side, this was a sure win.

The masked challenger raised his hands and walked around the pit as the radio overhead announced his alias. Something about bat. Apparently taken from an ancient pre-war cartoon that no one read anymore. The Macho champion didn’t bother to remember his challenger’s name, as he’d just become another pile of fucked silly boy meat at the end of today anyways.

The masked man turned to face the big Macho champion sitting in the other corner. He hopped around a bit, loosening up his arms and legs in preparation to take on such a menacing mountain of muscles. Was he scared? Was he excited? No one could truly tell as his expressions were hidden behind that odd bat eared mask.

The big Macho man grinned maliciously as he stood up, gigantic pecs bounced a few times in a cocky show of strength. His eyes caught the challenger’s firm buttocks underneath the tight spandex suit, which flexed as the wanna-be superhero hopped around in his warm-up. The muscular champion’s grin widened. Looked like a fine piece of ass to be ripped apart.

The Macho slowly swaggered forward, every movement oozing masculine brutality. The challenger had also already done his stretching, and inched forward with nimble steps. He was careful, the sheer size difference between them was enough to make him cautious.

“I’ma beat the shit out of you, punk. And then I’mal enjoy fucking you into a useless slut.” As the two men got closer to each other, the champion smirked devilishly as he leaned forward to whisper into the challenger’s ears. Deep sultry voice filled with lust and brutality.

The challenger readied himself, yet showed no sign of fear. He chuckled in sarcasm, and then spat back to his much bigger rival: “We’ll see about that, you dumb fuck.”

At this point, all the arousing thoughts and the crowd’s cheers had been driving up the Macho’s hormone level, turning this alpha male into a lust-crazed blood-thirsty beast, impatient and slightly frustrated. His grin widened further, and his eyes started to show craze. He was nearly at his most savage and dangerous state. The heat and masculine scent radiated by this huge muscle man could be felt even outside of the pit. The presence and insults of his competitor quickly escalated his own aggressiveness, and the big hormonal bull’s primal instincts were on the edge of lashing out. He growled in a deep, almost metallic sound. His large muscles were flexing in anticipation, blood vessels started to really pop out underneath olive skin, crazed eyes narrowed and intensified.

The challenger quickly noticed the drastically increasing tension, and knew that the time for the match had already came. He concentrated, quickly glancing around to study the terrain, and then decided to make the first move. He may not be nearly as big as the Macho, but he was still well trained and much more agile. If he kept up a nimble and aggressive approach he might have a chance.

Without further delay, the challenger leaped towards the big muscle man with lightning speed, displaying an agility that no Macho could possibly match. He gritted his teeth, and swung his left arm from under his body, striking directly towards the Macho’s enormous meaty bulge between those huge muscular legs!

The Macho champion growled and frowned. He couldn’t see the exact movement of his opponent, that masked man moved too fast from too close of a distance. But he was a reigning champion after all, he KNEW that these smaller men would almost always go for his huge balls in an attempt to cripple him in one blow. That was what these powerless wimps have always done. And despite everybody knowing that, it was indeed still one of the most effective ways for a regular man to win a battle against a Macho --- one might know where the enemy was going to strike, but that doesn’t mean one could block it when the strike actually happened.

But the reigning champion certainly could.

The giant Macho stud bent down his muscular torso and crossed his thick arms in front of his own crotch to block this initial attack. At the same time, his muscular leg flexed, shifting his weight and planting himself heavily into the ground. He knew what his opponent was planning. If he budged even a step from the first strike, his much more agile opponent would quickly follow up with another strike towards his juicy privates before he could recover himself, and the fight would be over.

The clash happened, following a loud thumping sound of meat-to-meat collision. The masked man bounced back from the knockback, but quickly adjusted his position. He knew that he needed to keep up the offensive. He had agility on his side but the Macho has deadly strength on his, so the masked challenge could not afford to be anything but absolutely aggressive in his approach. That would be the only way to wear down the giant pile of muscle in front of him.

Hence, without stopping to repose, the masked challenger spun downward as soon as he landed from the knockback. His athletic body turned and twirled on the ground, borrowing the force from the knockback yet channeling it into his own attack. His leg gained momentum from the rapid swirling, and whipped out directly at the Macho’s left foot!

The Macho champion however, was again anticipating this. At the first sign of the challenger’s swirling movement, the huge muscle man grunted, knowing that a swipe was coming. Noticing the clockwise swirling of his opponent’s body, he knew that the strike would be coming from the right side. It would be too late for a huge mountain of muscles to dodge a momentum-infused attack, so the seasoned Macho quickly bolted forward and to the left, knowing that this was the blind spot. And he didn’t just stop there, borrowing the power of his charge, he lifted his muscular right arm, gritted his teeth, and roared as he punched in the masked challenger’s direction with full force!

The masked challenger was simply playing way too offensively to be able to dodge that counterattack. A loud thump, and he flew backward all the way to the elastic mesh at the edge of the pit!

The crowd went crazy. The challenger simply couldn’t move from the heavy blow, he slew down the mesh to the ground, lied there coughing, blood stained the corners of his mouth. The bastard Macho had done some real damage in just one blow, perhaps gave him a broken rib. At the same time, the Macho straightened up his huge torso, a vicious grin climbed up his face as he approached his prey step by step. The challenger frowned, grunted and pushed himself up with an elbow on the meshed elastic wires, hands shaking as they clenched. He needed to recover fast. The hulking Macho was closing in for the final kill.

Thump. Thump. The Macho was getting closer, treading the floor with a cocky attitude. The crowd went into a frenzy, cheering, screaming, ready for some carnage. That was what they all were, animals with primal urges, yet so many refused to accept it. The Macho stood only a few steps away from the barely conscious challenger, from the movements of his opponent, the seasoned champion knew that this masked man had no strength left to even move. Thus he roared like the muscle beast that he was, veins popping, flesh bulging, and charged toward his opponent like an angry bull! It would be a flashy domination, something that the crowd would die for.

Yet without warning, at the last moment the defeated challenger suddenly dodged to the side with incredible agility! Not giving his opponent even a split of second to change the course, the masked man gritted his teeth, bared with the pain, flipped around and then threw his entire weight onto the muscular broad back of the charging champion!

“What the… “ The champion opened his eyes wide, simply didn’t have the time to do anything else, not even raising his arms or legs in retaliation --- He was simply way too close. As he desperately tried to slow down to no veil, the weight of the challenger forced him forward, further preventing him from stopping. CRASH! With an angry grunt, the huge mountain of muscle crashed into the elastic wired mesh, the strength of the impact teared open the wires until his entire torso penetrated to the other side! The wires quickly snapped back and clenched around the huge Macho’s tight waist, effectively bounding the champion in place with his top half hanging into the audience. The audience was gasping, the champion himself was dumbfounded. As he realized what the situation had become, the huge muscle man roared in rage and tried to struggle, yet the wires were clenched so tight around his waist that no matter how hard his muscular limbs kicked and twirled, he was still stuck!

The challenger was in pain and panting heavily, but realizing the situation at hand, it was he who had a vicious grin on his face this time. He took his sweet time recovering as the Macho roared and kicked in futility. Then he walked toward the huge Macho, or more precisely, the lower half of the Macho that was stuck on his side of the mesh.

What a nice view, the masked challenger grimaced as he panted. The humongous muscular torso of that Macho hunk was hanging horizontally outside of the mesh, and his thick strong legs --- along with those nice, round, big muscular ass cheeks --- were stuck inside. The muscular champion roared in anger as he desperately tried to balance himself. But what else could he do? He simply had to bend his muscular arms backward and grabbed onto the wired mesh to keep his huge torso up, and on the other side, the big hunky muscle man had no choice but to spread his thick legs wide open --- The height was too high for him to kneel, yet too low for him to stand. With the mesh in front that prevented his knees to bend forward, all this helpless giant could do was to spread his legs.

But soon, the Macho would realize that balancing himself in this ridiculous position was the last thing he should be worried about.

The masked challenger grinned as he suddenly slapped his hand on the Macho’s muscular bubble butt wiggling and flexing right in front of his eyes. The struggling champion shot his eyes open as he started to realize in horror what a powerless position he was in. “What the… Don’t you dare touch me you fucking shit! You are DEAD!” The huge muscle man roared as his muscular limbs flailed frantically.

The masked challenger’s grimace only widened at the angry shouting of his much larger opponent. Like a cat teasing an oversized mouse, he slid his hand across the Macho’s trembling muscle ass, and then grabbed onto the narrow string of the speedo with his fingers. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth as he pulled the speedo up, almost lifting the lower half of the Macho into the air! All this weight crushed onto the oversized balls and cock, sending the huge muscle man into an agonizing scream!

“FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!! AAHHHHH!!!” The champion belted out like an injured beast. The outline of all that man meat were ever so clear inside of the stretched speedo. The Macho kicked and screamed, his eyes wide open, pupils shaking in the center of eye frames. Every piece of juicy muscle on his body trembled in pain!

The crowd gasped again, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. A Macho, epitome of masculine power, being handled by a mere regular man! How could this be possible?

Soon, as the Macho’s scream turned into a high pitched squeal, as tears started to roll down his cheeks and saliva dropped down uncontrollably from his wide open mouth, the muscle bull started to shiver rapidly. As he did so, milky white cream poured out of the fabric of his speedo: he was squeezed so hard that cum got straight out crushed out of his nuts!

The masked challenger had a villainous smirk on his face. He enjoyed it. The disbelief on the faces of those in the crowd, the twitching muscle on his hulk of a victim, the gallons of creamy cum that had been squeezed out of those huge balls by the Macho’s own speedo --- Every single image illustrated a brutality that could only be heightened by the sexual undertone of it all. Power. It was pure power that he now wielded. This power, it was heated, it was sweaty, it smelled like the Macho’s masculine musk mixed with the smell of semen.

In an almost ecstatic laughter, the masked challenger gripped tighter to that speedo, his arm raised even higher with as much force as he could muster. The huge muscle champion screamed and struggled like a bull being slaughtered as his muscular buttocks were raised high up into the air. His tree trunk legs kicked in a chaotic rhythm, desperate to escape as his gigantic gonads were squeezed out of shape! Those deformed bull balls forced the semen out of his now gigantic cock, creamy man juice gush out of his monstrous genital and splash out from the fabric of the speedo!

The crowd cheered again, even more ecstatic than before. By now, they’ve switched side. Seeing a huge Macho man being played like a sex toy powerlessly had shocked them into a twisted desire. With crazed red eyes, the audience screamed and yelled. “Crush his balls! Crush his balls!” They yelled, some even had tears splashing out of their eyes as they turned back into the blood-thirsty beasts that they were. Ultimately, they just wanted to see blood. Anyone’s blood. At this point, maybe even their own. They just wanted to drink in the power, the raw animalistic rage.

The hulking muscle man stuck in the mesh was by now rolling his eyes back into his skull. His agonizing scream was almost animalistic, rugged face twisted in extreme pain. This mountain of muscle is on the edge of a seizure as he twitched and kicked in vain.

And then, with a big bang, something busted right open. The huge Macho suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief and extreme agony, pupils trembling, aiming at nothing. His scream suddenly stopped, yet his mouth was wide open. His face froze in horrifying pain as his facial muscle twitched uncontrollably. The cheering crazed crowd suddenly fell silent in shock.

The speedo snapped into pieces as the masked challenger finally tore it off of that muscular body. But at the same time, the Macho’s huge gonads also got crushed beyond their limits, straight out squished into meat chunks within the muscular champion’s large scrotum. As the fabric flew off of the Macho champion’s crotch, his gigantic cock sprung out, spewing out gallons and gallons of creamy man juice mixed with blood and chunks of testicle meat, splashing through the wired mesh and fell onto the faces of the shocked audience! His shattered balls still bounce in pieces within that big scrotum, yet it was clear that this muscular giant was a full man no more!

The Macho’s muscles twitch violently as his fat nuts were ruthlessly busted by his own speedo. He could never have foreseen this happening, foresee himself, a masculine champion, having his balls crushed to pieces in front of a cheering crowd, by a mere regular man. The audience was also gawking in silence, though they longed for bloodshed, they didn’t anticipate such brutality to actually play out right in front of them: a Macho, powerful Macho, having his manhood destroyed right there, right then. The only one anticipating this was perhaps the masked challenger, a cold vicious grin stayed on his cruel lips the entire time as he annihilated those huge bull nuts.

The muscle hunk twitched, trembled, his veiny bulking muscles flexed to the maxed. And finally, after shooting out all his life’s worth of cum, his eyes rolled back to the skull, and the once cocky Macho champion collapsed with his waist still clenched in the middle of the wired mesh. Yet as the masked challenger was declared victorious, the silent crowd went crazy once again, hundreds of them screamed as they rushed to the front row, dragging at the unconscious Macho ex-champion, eventually forced his big muscular buttocks and thick legs through the mesh! As the Champion fell onto the ground with a loud thump, this giant muscle beast regained conscious again, yet before the tortured hunk could figure out what was going on, two rock hard cocks pried open his mouth and thrust violently into his throat!

“No… Noooo!!!! NMMMMMmmmm!!!” The wore down muscle giant’s eyes again sprung wide open, filled with fear and horror. His worshippers, his once loyal fans, have now turned into lustful beasts --- and they have turned against no other than himself. The crazed crowd roared, screamed, laughed maniacally. The muscle giant just had his balls crushed, he had no more strength left in that muscular body, and no matter how he struggled he simply could not resist the swarming men piling on top of him. Some of them held his tree trunk legs and spread them wide open, some of them started biting on his engorged nipples. As the cocky Macho champion felt his tight mancunt getting stretched open by several cocks at once, he couldn’t do anything but gurgle in desperation. Tears rolled down his once proud face as he realized that not only was his manhood crushed, a fallen champion like him would now forever be treated as yet another pile of fuck meat. The crowd that cheered as he fucked his previous opponent right on the stage, now treated himself, the loser, exactly the same way. His manhood, despite his muscular physique, was now entirely a thing of the past, both physically and spiritually.

Amidst the commotion, the masked new champion quietly got out of the pit without much notice. He coughed a bit as he held his own chest, blood streamed down the corner of his mouth. After all, he had gotten a broken rib. As he started to quietly exit, he glanced back at the frenzic fuck feast that was going on in the crowd, and grinned sarcastically.

Today, under his showmanship, the people had awoken. They had realized that the Machos were not unbeatable. Their anger, their desire, their fear, their emotional baggage, would all find their ways, rushing to this newfound opportunity, a newfound possibility. It was worth it, definitely worth it. Worth it to slip some mild drugs into the Macho champion’s drinks such that he’d become extra aggressive and careless. Worth it to change the Macho’s speedo into a similar one with much stronger fabric such that it didn’t rip easily. The outcome was not entirely what he had planned, and he took a real risk, but in the end he had gotten what he wanted.

Once he had walked far enough away from the facility, Jeff took off the masked, found a tree and slid down. He looked up at the starry sky and smiled. After a moment of rest, he got up again and limped to his truck, parked far away. He still had to think of an excuse to explain the broken rib to Jane.

Big Fred went into a rampage again. One of his Macho buddies got his balls and cock brutally destroyed right in his mansion, resurrecting their fury. This time, not only was there a lack of supplies to the workshop, the Machos around this part of town were going around smashing things, threatening people, venting their anger on regular townsfolk. It got escalated so fast, that the cops had to start a serious investigation. The town’s resource was limited, cops would normally brush off as much as they could, but this time they were finally convinced that there was someone who specifically went after the Machos.

The townsfolk were scared, not of the criminal, but rather of the riled up Machos. An uneasy air stirred, and that was exactly what Jeff wanted. He wanted the Machos to go crazy, make a scene. Such that the numb townsfolk could be reminded how much danger these Machos were. He was no dummy, he knew that by himself he could not change anything. He needed to trick the entire town into it. And his plan had just started.

Jeff grinned as he listened to the podcast in the truck. He felt in control, powerful, relevant, successful, secure. He felt manly.

“... And they would cover every media outlet with talks of rights. What rights? They called it human rights. But what was this human right? Were these rights granted BY humans, or were they granted TO humans? After all these years, in their attempt to flee from complete religious control, they fled into the same loophole, founding themselves yet another religion. It was as if as long as the words ‘god given rights’ were not mentioned out right, everyone forgot that they were still treating themselves as powerless, obedient, devout followers.” Dr. Smith’s robotic voice dragged Jeff out of his thoughts. It was yesterday’s recording, Dr. Smith never did live broadcast. Here it seemed that he was talking about pre-war human history.

Jeff grunted as he flipped the radio off. He was in a good mood, he didn’t want Dr. Smith’s nonsense distracting him.

Soon, he had arrived at home, got out of the truck, and started to climb down the bunker. He was a bit early today, so Jane wasn’t waiting there.

“Hey baby, you’re early today.” Jeff’s beautiful wife came out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his large shirt, her hair a bit messy. She yawned as she casually walked out to greet her husband, apparently having taken a nap right before.

Jeff couldn’t help but stared at his wife a bit. She was sweaty, the temperature in the bunker was higher than usual. Must be due to the air conditioning being lower powered today, the power plant slowed down due to the Machos not working. Jane had sprayed the entire bunker with cool scented air freshener, probably in an attempt to make the heated bunker more pleasant right before she took that nap.

Those were just details, and Jeff wasn’t thinking about details at that moment. His eyes were glued onto her sweaty wife, her large perky breasts, slim waist, curvaceous hips hiding beyond his own white shirt. The lavender scent in the air was also aromatic. All of this made him hungry for touch: he had been focusing on dealing with the Machos for the past few weeks that he hadn’t done anything with Jane. Not that they were doing it that frequently before, but now Jeff swallowed as he felt the urge.

Jane caught her husband’s stare, but a sliver of awkwardness flew across her face. She turned around, pretending not to recognize her husband’s intention, and walked towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry baby? Let me make you something to eat.” She said casually without turning back.

Jeff swallowed, but he has been married for years, he knew what this meant. Seems like he’d needed to take care of business by himself again.

“Each cell started out as a stem cell, but they ended up in different roles. Some ended up as skin cells, dying in their thousands, protecting their own brethren with their lives. Some ended up as neurons, protected by all other cells in the body and lives as long as a person does. Yet each neuron takes decades to be trained, and they barely regenerate unlike skin cells. Such is specialization, every cell has a duty it needs to fulfill, every cell has some compromises it needs to make. And all in a body is equal in this sense.”

Jeff frowned. How primitive. This was probably his biggest revelation about Dr. Smith’s theories: primitive, as if people were no more than just beasts. No, not even beasts, but just single cellular organisms.

“... And sometimes, some cells would break out of their duty, and they’d do anything to satisfy their own selfish individualist goals. They’d proliferate regardless of how it affect the cells around them, how it affect the whole body. They’d take the nutrients that were provided by the rest of the body, take the sheltering provided by the rest of the body, but go on to do their own things, proliferating regardless of the well being of others, regardless of the doom that necessarily awaits itself along with all of its offspring should this process keep going. These are called cancerous cells. And if they are not put down fast enough, the entire organism die, the cancer cells themselves included.”

Jeff grunted as he turned off the radio. He didn’t need to listen to this garbage, especially not after what he had chosen to do to the Machos. He did it for justice, for the greater good. For a better world. The Machos were the selfish ones, yet Dr. Smith was trying to justify those bastards with his twisted logic, as if telling the townsfolk to suffer through all those transgressions.

Jeff stopped the truck in front of his brother’s shabby bunker. More correctly, it was his family bunker, both brothers grew up in this bunker. He stopped the truck, waited in the truck for a moment, frowning and remembering a bit of his younger days. Then he exhaled, and got out of the truck.

Opening the bunker lid, Jeff couldn’t help but question: what happened? He and his brother used to be very close. But not anymore. What happened? What happened to them, and what happened to this world?

No one alive had seen the War of All Wars. No one saw how the world was destroyed. For all they knew, this messy town life had been how things were as far as memory stretched. But Jeff didn’t like it one bit. Maybe it was all those pre-war books he had been reading since childhood, all those wonderful stories of “rights” and “equality”. He just couldn’t accept the world as it was. And he couldn’t accept how his brother managed to read the same books yet had compromised to reality. He felt wronged. He felt angry.

In the bunker, John was just cooking. Nasty looking paste of carbohydrates. He raised his head, saw his brother coming in, and just kept on cooking.

Jeff frowned as he stared at that pile of brown starch, he wanted to lecture a bit, but managed to shut his own mouth. Not exactly smart to be snarky when the brothers already had a tense relationship to begin with.

“Want some?” John casually said without looking up. He finished up his cooking, grabbed a dirty plate from the pile of junk beside the stove, and brought it over. He didn’t expect Jeff to say yes, it was just courtesy to ask.

And of course, Jeff said no, as expected.

John sat down across from Jeff and started eating. Jeff frowned a little, but didn’t say anything. With his legs crossed, he just sat there, a little impatient. John called him over. He knew that his brother didn’t just call him to say hi. So he was waiting for John to mention what the problem was.

“I want to sell the bunker.” Halfway through his dinner, John said casually without raising his eyes.

Jeff was silent, staring at his brother. His glare gradually intensified, but it was obvious that he was trying to keep his anger down.

“Why?” Jeff managed to say without blowing up right away. Legally this bunker now belonged to John. But it was also where Jeff grew up. Jeff gave his share of it to John when he got married, the things that happened to his family meant that Jeff really didn’t have much reasons to keep his share. But of course, the brothers never talk about what had happened.

“I need the money.” John said, still eating.

“What for?”

“What do you care?” John snarled back, finally raising his head. “It’s none of your business, I’m just telling you out of courtesy.”

“I swear to god, if you are selling this bunker to get the serums… “ Jeff was on the edge of blowing up, he was grinding his teeth and his entire body was tensed up.

“What if I am? It’s None. Of. Your. Fucking. Business!” John exploded too, shouting angrily at his guest.

Jeff was biting his teeth, staring into his brother’s eyes, silent for a long time. Then he angrily chuckled, stood up, and went directly for the bunker entrance. John didn’t stop him.

At the bunker entrance, just before climbing up, he turned halfway toward his brother and said: “You have forgotten how to be human.”

His brother smirked sarcastically, and answered: “But you have forgotten how to be an animal. Oh wait, no no you haven’t. You are just too stupid to realize it.”

Ferns and thicket covered the forest floor, razor like leaves could easily cut open the clothes and skins of lost travelers. Even in daylight, it was dark in here, sunlight barely spilled through the thick canopy above. Even if it did, it was quickly blocked off by the maze of branches before it could reach the bottom.

The scattered equipment did not help either. Rusty machine parts, gigantic broken stone pillars, leftover technologies that had lost their shine. They littered all over the forest floor, if one didn’t know better, he’d call this scene either a war preparation zone, or an intentionally constructed maze.

But Jeff knew that neither was correct. It seemed like the Machos had discarded their scavenged goods here instead of bringing them over to the workshop. And they dropped these loads right here, because they saw their brutally castrated buddies lying unconscious on the forest floor.

Jeff was no stranger here, navigating the messy forest with ease, knowing each turn and putting down sure foot with each step. Occasionally fern leaves and sharp litter left their marks on his coat and camouflaged pants, but he didn’t seem to pay it any mind.

After all, all the clothes he was wearing now will never be worn again after today. Just in case that someone would catch a glimpse of him on this mission.

It had been a few days since he had ripped off the cock and balls of those two muscle men. Big Fred’s gang was raging for a while, hell bent to hunt down the culprit --- but soon the heat died down for some reason. Jeff was surprised, he expected the commotion to last a lot longer. Out of curiosity, he decided to check out what was going on in the mansion.

The sight suddenly opened up, letting in a flushing of light and revealing tall steady walls.

Jeff took a minute to catch his breath, his eyes narrowed as he studied this impenetrable fortress. As if staring directly through it, picking apart its construction, fixating firmly on the locations within. He had access to the blueprint of this mansion, and he had studied it many times before embarking on this little trip.

A cunning smirk rose up his stern face as he came up with a plan. He proceeded to tread alongside the walls, knowing that there was a wooden shed connected to the main building around the corner.

Jeff arrived at the weak spot of the mansion near the back, and took out a device from his backpack. It was an extendable metal bar, the tip could easily pry open a few pieces of rotten wood on top of the roof. That was exactly what Jeff did, and then with acrobatic prowess he climbed over the obstacle, landed right inside the wall. Turning imaginations into reality was his specialty, and he’s going to make good use of it a whole lot more tonight.

The scent of sweat, semen, and an extremely masculine musk overwhelmed Jeff as he dropped down to the inside of the mansion. It was dark, the Machos didn’t turn on any light, but soon Jeff adjusted to the internal lighting condition: it was during the day, and light that spilled in from the outside was enough to illuminate the rooms. Jeff quickly glanced around: it was unsightly, things were scattered around without any attempt of organization. In some way that was expected, given that huge hormonal muscle men lived in here. There were some deep, husky, grunting sounds coming from the other end of the mansion, so Jeff got up cautiously, hugged the wall, and approached the source of the sound with care.

As he approached the large dining room, Jeff quickly recognized what was going on without even seeing it. The grunting sounds got louder and louder, coupled with slurry moans and groans, and accompanied by rhythms akin to big pieces of wet meat colliding onto each other. The incredibly arousing masculine aroma also rose to new height, the smell of semen was in every molecule of air. Even the heat rose, apparently radiated from those huge muscular bodies. Jeff frowned: so this was why the Machos didn’t pursue his own crimes further, they got distracted by new fuck toys. Could it be some unlucky young boys? Could it be someone’s wife who accidentally stepped outside of the bunker? Could it be anyone he knew?

And then, peeking over the corner from the hallway, he saw what was going on. Admittedly, with widened eyes, Jeff was a bit stunned.

Two extremely muscular hunks laid on the ground, one faced down and the other faced up. The one facing down had his juicy huge pecs pressed hard on the floor, arms powerlessly flopped to the sides, thick muscular legs spread wide apart as his big round muscle ass was raised high up into the air. The one facing up was just lying on the floor like a helpless pile of masculine meat, and he also had his tree trunk legs spread wide open. On their crotches, their wounds were already patched up by a medic, yet the look of such muscular men having nothing between their legs was still shocking, and incredibly erotic in a twisted way.

These two muscle hunks were joined by their buddies. Big Machos who were sweating, grunting, and enjoying themselves. Enormous veiny cocks repeatedly forced open the battered holes between the castrated hunks’ butt cheeks, stretching their sphincters beyond repair, and leaving a moving outline of a huge cock on their bellies. The two hunks were trembling, twitching, eyes rolled back to their skulls, already fucked senseless. Yet their buddies were clearly not done, still grunting and mercilessly using their own comrades for pleasure, shooting loads of muscle cream onto the castrated muscle men’s already cum-covered bodies, and filled them up with seed from the inside to the point that semen continuously gushed out of their mouth and nose.

Jeff swallowed, his own cock already rock hard inside of his pants. He was breathing heavily, but he needed to keep his cool. How very wrong this scene was, like piranhas turning on their own wounded allies. But perhaps it got him instantly hard precisely due to how wrong it was.

Coming back to his senses, Jeff slowly backed away from the still moaning and groaning Machos. He now know why the Machos haven’t came for him: they were busying cumming for their castrated buddies. In a way, this made sense: without their balls, the castrated Machos were significantly less violent and lust-driven than their comrades. They were also much weaker. But they were still Machos, they were still superhuman, and the genetic modification made sure that they still had a reasonable amount of testosterone released into their bloodstream from other organs, such as their pancreas and prostate. So it was probably a combination of the other Machos forcing them into sex slaves, and those castrated Machos asking to get fucked voluntarily: after all, without their cocks they could no longer get rid of their pent up sexual frustration, and they’d need to rely on a good pounding on their prostate using their buddies’ huge monster cocks.

Jeff was about to sneak out of the mansion when he noticed that there was another Macho sleeping in the room next door. The Macho was entirely naked, lying on the cum stain covered couch facing down. His bulging muscles were relaxed, gigantic balls and that juicy cock were dragged back, sitting right between his muscular thighs. This huge pile of muscle was snoring slightly, cum still dripped from his semi-erect monster cock, leaving a running river of thick white juice on the sofa cover. It looked like he just had hours of fun fucking his castrated comrades, and now he was taking his much needed rest.

Jeff grinned maliciously. He carefully approached the sleeping giant, then reached down to switch a button on his boots. Sharp spikes sprung silently out of the bottom of the boots, these were meant to be used on icy roads, but now they’ll serve another purpose. Jeff raised his leg high up, with the bottom of his spiked feet hovering directly above the Macho’s meaty orbs between those tree trunk legs. Then, Jeff bit his teeth together, with all the force he could muster he stepped down right onto the muscle giant’s balls and cock!

As blood, cum, and gonad juice splashed out of the destroyed fuck meat, the muscle giant sprung open his eyes, pupils trembling in the center. His herculean body violently twitches, those bulging muscles tensed up in excruciating pain. The pain shocked him awake directly from his dreams, poor guy had no idea what was going on, no idea except the mind numbing pain coming from between his legs. Then, just as fast as he was brutally woken up, the muscle man collapsed in the same position that he was in before, passed out from the pain before he was even able to make a sound.

Jeff had a devilish grin on his face. If only he could see himself, this grin was almost identical to that of Big Fred when the Machos fucked the shit out of the poor blonde jock. Then, without delaying any longer, Jeff cautiously escaped the mansion through the same way he came in.

Materials and supplies had always been short. The townsfolk made do with whatever the Machos could scavenge, and it was up for the engineers to repurpose them. Engineers like Jeff.

There were five engineers in the workshop today, including Jeff. Each was working on a different project, but they casually talked, passing tools around and troubleshooting for each other. It was just another day at work.

“Have you heard? Two of the Machos in Big Fred’s gang got their balls and cock cut off last night… “ One of the engineers looked around, and then whispered mysteriously to another.

Jeff was repairing a dysfunctional rusty ballista, with a cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth. He didn’t turn around as he overheard his colleagues, but he was for sure paying close attention while continuing to do his work.

A job like this allowed Jeff to make a lot of things. Traps, bows and arrows, whatever could be found. Ironically, most of the raw materials were gathered by the Machos themselves, yet they were used to destroy their own manhood.

“Oh that’s why they were raging this morning, I thought it was just their testosterones kicking in… We’ve got no new materials because of it… Who would do such a thing?” The engineer was shocked, but then replied in a distraught whisper. Indeed, the Machos were all up in arms, and that was not good news for the workshop.

“Ha, how should I know. Someone who didn’t get to become a Macho himself, so that he turned bitter? Or it could be those pesky feminists.” The engineer who started the conversation chuckled.

Jeff frowned a little, yet no one saw it of course. These men, his colleagues, the entire town folk, have been mesmerized by the Machos’ show of power. They’d rather be pawns and put up with an unjust system instead of risking safety of the norm. But it only encouraged Jeff further to do what he planned on doing: for the sake of humanity, to prevent the total loss of it, he must get rid of those muscular big-ball big-cocked ultra men.

The chatting engineers soon went back to work on their respective projects. Not after long, there was a knock on the door. It was Mike, the town’s Sheriff.

Mike was a giant man. Big thick veins climbed his big thick muscles, those bulging meat could barely be contained by his extra large and tailored uniform. Indeed, as the sheriff, Mike was amongst the first men to be converted into Machos. How else was he supposed to regulate the order in the town? Trying to arrest a Macho as a regular man would be laughable.

“Hey guys. Just to let you know, there was an incident involving the Machos this morning, Big Fred is pissed and the Machos are in a riot right now. So there will be no materials coming in today.” Mike announced in his husky deep voice. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned that mammoth body and was ready to leave. “I can’t talk, gotta keep those Machos in check. Already got a poor boy gang-fucked to death in their rage.” Mike sighed, and took off.

For a second there, Jeff was a little startled: Hearing that a boy was fucked to death due to the rage that he himself had conjured, realizing that the lack of materials meant delayed production in the town. But soon he regained his composure: those were the necessary evil, those were sacrifices to be made in the name of justice. In fact, he already anticipated such savagery to begin with, it was part of his grand plan. Snap out of it Jeff, going soft is not an option, he told himself.

A muscle bull of a man walked into the forest, turning his head left and right, checking anxiously for something. The torch in his hand casted long shadows, yet these shadows were quickly interrupted by the dense vegetation around him.

In his dreams, he thought he heard one of his buddy’s scream piercing through the night, it was so full of the utmost anguish, that once he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn’t help but come out here and check.

Little did he know, soon he would be screaming in a similar fashion.

Suddenly, the big Macho stepped into something, there was a small clicking sound beneath one of his feet.

Before the muscle bull could jump out of harm’s way, ropes suddenly shot out from all directions around him, and lassoed him to the ground! The muscle hunk yelled in horror and struggled in shock, but the mechanically engineered trap was obviously still superior in strength. Within a few seconds, the Macho was lying flat on the ground with his arms and legs spreading wide apart. The pull was so tight, that the muscle man could feel his cock and balls being squeezed and crushed between the cold ground and his own rock-hard abs. It was so painful that the first thing the Macho tried to do was grunting and wiggling his muscle body in a frantic attempt to position his manhood into the middle of his widespread legs behind him. As he did so, there was a temporary relief.

But that was just it, it was a temporary relief.

Suddenly, something else clicked. And a giant piece of boulder dropped down from the top of the canopy, aiming directly at between those widespread musclebound legs!

Those poor meaty balls, in a blink of an eye, were mercilessly crushed into a meaty stew. Minced gonad meat mixed with the creamy cum stored within them, and finally burst out of the stretched out ballsack, spewing out blood and semen into the open, splashing the muscle hunk’s crushed ball mince onto his own twitching legs and bouncing buttocks.

The Macho screamed out in excruciating pain as he felt his bull nuts getting crushed into meat stew and his ballsack ripping open under immense pressure. His mind went blank as the pain overtook his entire musclebound body! But at the back of his mind, one thing was immediately clear to himself: no longer could he call himself a man. Despite his muscular physique, despite his power and savagery, he was no longer a man.

“That’s what you deserve, Macho.” Just before the castrated muscle stallion passed out from the pain, he heard a voice. A vaguely familiar voice, one that he probably had heard once or twice in the town.

Jeff walked into sight without making the slightest sound. He was careful to approach from the back, just in case the Macho was not entirely unconscious. Wearing a mask, he grinned sadistically behind his disguise, feeling his own cock throbbing hard at the sight of a big muscle man’s destruction. Jeff stepped closer, reached out and surrounded the big boulder with both arms, then proceeded to lift up the boulder. He bent down and grabbed the base of the pile of crushed man meat that used to be the muscle man’s cock and balls, and with one power yank, tore them off of the poor unconscious Macho’s twitching body.

He would let these two castrated buff muscle men live. Let them go on each day knowing they were men no more, let them realize slowly how their arrogance landed them in the sorry state they were in.

As for the crushed and teared man parts he had collected today --- he would chop it up further and cook it into the stew, and then deliver the pot to the front steps of the mansion unnoticed. When the Macho men woke up in the morning the next day, they’d find this stew and think it was a gift from one of those townsfolk who admired their muscular bodies so much that they became devotees. They’d finish eating the cock and ball stew, and then find a plastic card at the bottom of the pot, telling them that this delicious meal was cooked using the extra large balls and cocks of their buddies.

Jeff grinned at the thought of their reactions. It felt good. It felt powerful. He was afraid that he’d feel guilt from these ballbusting missions, but in fact, he felt better than ever.

On his way back home, Jeff had earphones on. He was listening to Dr. Smith, a mysterious persona who had become the spiritual leader of many in the town.

“... And after single cellular organisms found better survival in colonies, they started to specialize for higher efficiency. Some became hunters like collar cells of sponges, while others became supporters. These specialized colonies were the first multicellular organisms.” Dr. Smith spoke in a robotic voice, apparently treated by a vocoder to mask his identity. “Then the colonies grew larger, as multicellular organisms come together to form larger colonies. Specialization became more drastic too, some of them got bigger, stronger, more risk-seeking at the expense of the ability to bear the next generation. These were the males. The child-bearing females had to devote a lot of their energies on maintaining such capabilities, they also needed to take the safer options due to such unique value: to seek stabilities instead of extremities. But the colonies also needed ones who were more dispensable, more willing to take risks, more extremity-seeking, such that they could protect the colonies as well as to hunt and explore. So these males got bigger and bigger, with violent tempers that sometimes clouded judgment, their desires heightened such that they’d risk their own lives to achieve satisfaction, and their bodily development accelerated despite the wear and tear caused by an accelerated metabolism. They were expendable, and it was good for them to be expendable as only the extremes who survived get to pass down their genes. The risk takers, the soldiers, to be mass produced and subjected to the harshest selection, that was the purpose of men.”

Jeff frowned a little. He had been listening to Dr. Smith’s podcast for quite a few years now, and he had always had problem with his narrative. Dr. Smith seemed to be tirelessly justifying the Machos, quoting biology and history, arguing that individuals needed to embrace what was for the common good. But Jeff could not agree with that. He could not just sit there and let others walk all over him --- even though no one had done so yet. He could not shake off the feeling that something was not right. And eventually, he acted on such feelings at a tender age of 12, long before there was Dr. Smith on the radio. But that was another story. At one point he got so fed up with Dr. Smith’s brainwashing that he refused to listen to such nonsense anymore, but soon he realized that such anger was actually what had kept him going. That was why he still zoned in on someone he fervently oppose: to not become complacent like so many others, to fight the biological adaptation in his brain, to be constantly reminded that there were still a lot of things he needed to do.

Jeff locked the bunker lid and proceeded to climb down the ladder. His beautiful wife, Jane, came to retrieve his coat for him.

“You’re late”, Jane whispered into her husband’s ear, her voice was tender, but her blue eyes was complaining. “Your brother, AND my sister, are in the dining room. I just can’t handle them by myself. What took you so long?”

Jeff froze a little as he remembered that today they had dinner arrangements. He leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead, before starting to walk over to the dining room without answering. He had planned the attack on the Machos for a long time, it completely slipped his mind that both his brother and his sister-in-law were coming over. He and his brother already do not get along, but his brother and his sister-in-law? Those two were like fire and water.

“How dare you! You chauvinistic pig. Women are not birth-giving machines, and we will continue to rise up to the tyranny of this sick town!” A short-haired lean woman snarled in the dining room, furious. This was Judy, Jane’s little sister.

“Fuck you bitch! This is for your own good and all you brats should use your brain a little. What if a bomb detonate? Can you become a Macho? What then, let it wipe out all our female population and end our species? Have a little common sense for the greater good instead of being a selfish twat. And what about the Machos, you gonna walk up right there and get raped by them? Also for your information, other towns are doing exactly the same thing as us!” A tall young man snarled back, equally furious. This was John, Jeff’s younger brother.

Judy spit into the bowl as she fought back: “Selfish? It’s called freedom, dumbass. And you don’t care because you already have it, we don’t! And for the Machos, they shouldn’t be here in the first place. They are disgusting. They are the oppressors, you should rise up against them instead of being slaves to the so called ‘protection’! Lastly, for all we know, there isn’t another town. No one has visited us from another town. The occasional ‘radio signal exchange’ could be all forged. Or it could be just random signals coming from the waste. For all we know, we are the only town there still exist, so don’t use those ‘examples’ as an excuse to suppress us women!”

John laughed sarcastically: “Oh yeah? You can survive the radiation in the waste without the Machos? You can lift a tonne of supplies single handedly? You can hunt down those mutated giant animals? Stop with your self-righteous shit, time has changed, we need to adapt to a hostile environment, and sacrifices need to be made.”

“Who even knew if it’s true that radiation is that strong outside? Who even knew if there are bombs out there at all? No bombs have detonated in MY life-time. It’s all a sham intended to cage us, to cage our freedom, to justify those grotesque Machos and the atrocities they bring upon us! Sacrifice my ass, why don’t you sacrifice yourselves instead? Why is it OUR freedom that gets sacrificed?”

“Oh please, you know how much danger the men are facing up there? There is multiple death every day up there! And the serum injection has only 50% survival rate, WE are dying for YOUR sake and you ungrateful bitch are still whining about it. You want your freedom? Go right ahead, go up there and get gang raped, or go into the waste if you are so sure ‘bombs don’t exist’. I’m practically begging you to chase that freedom of yours!”

“Enough! Both of you, shut the hell up.” Jeff interjected himself forcefully into the argument, yelling at the top of his lungs. It was somewhat effective as both John and Judy were stunned by the sheer volume of the belt. John begrudgingly glanced at Jeff, then silently dug into his now-cold food. Judy also had a long face, but out of courtesy replied in a cold tone after a pause: “Hi Jeff.”

Jeff exhaled. He turned around and gave Jane an signal, and his beautiful wife immediately got it. “Now who wants more potato salad? John your chicken has gone cold, let me warm it up for you.” Jane smiled warmly as if that entire heated debate did not happen, and proceeded to serve dinner like it was just another regular family dinner.

Needless to say, the dinner was quiet. Jane tried her best to talk about some light hearted subjects, but neither Jeff nor the guests replied more than a few words to each. Eventually Jane gave up, and dug into her own plates as well.

For both John and Judy, they were each resenting the savagery of the other. And for Jeff, his mind was still heavy from having castrated a Macho earlier tonight. He couldn’t lie to himself, it felt great. Watching those powerful muscular men suffer in defeat gave himself a rush of power, it was addictive, it was wonderful, it even got himself a boner. But of course, no one could know of what he did, it was after all still a crime, and a crime that the Machos would most likely take into their own hands --- At which point his entire family would be endangered.

After dinner, both his brother and his sister-in-law left with stern faces. Jeff sighed in relief: good thing such family dinner was only once a year. He turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and stared at his beautiful wife, who was washing dishes quietly and peacefully like an angel. Jane noticed his presence, turned around, and smiled: “What? Stop staring and help me fetch the plates.”

At night, before turning off the light, the couple finally talked about the dinner. Briefly.

“Your sister was right. The Machos are the root of the problem. We don’t even know if what we’ve always been told about the bombs and radiation are true, why should we suffer at the hands of the Machos due to a rumor?” Jeff said casually, but he wanted to know what his beloved wife thinks. After what he had already done, he wanted to know how everyone stood on this issue, in case one day they’d eventually find out.

“Oh Jeff, I don’t know about those things… I’m pretty happy now to be honest. And I think all the things about bombs and radiation are perhaps true, I mean even though visits from other towns are rare, but I think they are indeed out there. Your brother was probably right about adaptation, that we now live in a different world. I don’t know, I don’t mind staying home like this, there’s plenty to do, and it’s not like I don’t get respected --- I have you, and you are more than respectful to me.” Jane thought about it for a moment, and said in a tender carefree tone. Towards the end of her sentences, she smiled, turned over, and kissed Jeff on the forehead.

Jeff wanted to say more, slightly disappointed that Jane wasn’t entirely in his camp of thoughts. But at least she was not strongly against it. It was time to drop that conversation.

“I need to get up in 3 hours honey, I’ve got night shift today.” Jeff smiled warmly. He was lying, he needed to get up in the middle of the night to finished what he had started earlier tonight.

“Oh OK. Well, good night then baby.” Jane said, before she turned off the light.

The night was dark, and the air was still. The waning moon hid behind a thick blanket of violet cloud, leaving the forest with nothing but silence and mystery.

In this silence, there appeared a sound. A sound of a large muscular Macho stepping on fallen leaves and breaking branches under his feet. He held a fire torch, becoming the only source of illumination in this dark forest, attracting the attention of all the nocturnal critters shadowing between leaves and branches.

The flickering light of the torch fire outlined the muscular man’s naked upper body: extremely built, every piece of his muscle was well defined. He was wearing grey cotton pajamas on his lower half, indicating that he simply woke up in the middle of the night, and left his cabinet for the nearby forest, presumably to take care of some urgent business.

And suddenly, this beast of a man stopped, seemingly satisfied with the surroundings that he was standing at. He shoved the bottom end of the torch into the ground to keep it standing, pulled his pajama down all the way to the ankles, and then spread his muscular legs and squatted down.

He was about to take a dump.

As this muscle man was squatting down, his firm meaty buttocks bulge and flex, and the juicy manhood between his legs dangled down like a big piece of wet sausage. Along with his enormous cock, both of his extra large gonads dropped down and bounced between his squatting legs, they were so incredibly heavy that the ballsack was visibly dragged down.

Just when the Macho was ready to take a nice, long dump, his entire body suddenly jerked as if hit by a bolt of lightning! His eyes sprung open, pupils trembling violently in the center, as every piece of bulging muscle on that hunky body started to twitch.

He felt it.

He felt the sudden piercing pain coming from his pile of man meat that was dangling between his legs. His cock. His balls. His pride and joy. His most prized weapon that just tore open a blonde jock’s mancunt in a bar earlier tonight.

This pain, though brief, was so sharp. It instantly blanked out his mind, leaving him paralyzed in shock.

And then, nothing. He couldn’t feel anything down there anymore. It was as if his cock and balls were gone, he felt nothing other than pain.

The hunky muscle man slowly lowered his head to check on his private parts, the rest of his muscular body still shivering in the squatting position.

And there, he saw it. His big meaty balls, his juicy fat cock, all gone. Ripped into pieces of diced man meat and scattered on the ground beneath him. Creamy cum still gushed out from his shattered gonads, in fact chunks of what was his cock shaft still twitched on the ground.

The Macho raised his head back up slowly, his eyes completely losing focus and his mind blank. It all happened way too quickly for him to process. He just could not accept the fact that his entire set of fuck tool, the symbol of his manhood, was shredded into meat chunks in an instant.

And then he noticed what has just been pinned to the tree trunk in front of him. Several razor-headed arrows that have been lodged deep into the wood, still shaking. The arrows were fired from his direction toward the tree trunk, and landed around a height just beneath his squatting buttocks. It was as if… As if… These arrows were shot from behind him, aimed maliciously at his dangling meat balls and fat cock. As if they pierced and shredded his manhood before lodging themselves firmly into the tree trunks.

That was exactly what happened.

“How superior do you feel now, Macho? This one is for that fine lad that you just turned into a manslut.” A husky, cold, and cruel male voice slid into the ears of the newly castrated muscle hunk, who was still in shock and shaking violently in disbelief. Yet this voice quickly faded into the distance just as soon as it was heard. Only an exceptionally agile man could move through the woods in such stunning efficiency, most likely armed with wilderness survival expertise.

Slowly, the reality of his cruel castration sank into the muscular man’s consciousness, as he finally bellowed out in agony and horror. The wail echoed in the dark forest as the Macho finally collapsed onto the ground, his whole body still shaking, and blood gushed out of the nasty wound between his legs where his manhood used to be.

The worn wooden door creaked, several extremely muscular men walked into the broken bar. None of them had on shirts, their enormous bulging muscles twitching in showmanship, pumped up with thick veins and glistening under the dim green light. They were wearing jeans, but those thick tree trunk thighs stretched the linen so much that any sudden movement risked bursting the fabric right open. Between their thighs, gigantic bulges unashamedly announced the sudden change of social status in this room: the alpha have arrived.

The room suddenly went quiet, only the usual bar music kept on swirling between the ceiling and the floor. Everyone turned their head to look at those inhumanely big muscle men. Some stared at their huge juicy pecs, some stared at their beastly arms, some stared at the hefty bulges on their crotches. The leading man, biggest of them all, grinned victoriously as he glanced over the room with lazy eyes. He knew that the entire room wanted him. Wanted to be him, wanted to be close to him, wanted to be on his good side. These pesky skeletons were giving him all the attention and power that he craved. It was why he liked coming here with his gang.

Indeed, all across the bar, those who were chatting casually just a few minutes ago all stared at these muscle gods in awe. Perhaps not just in awe. There were admiration, desire, and plenty of fear. These men were the Machos, injected with genetic modifying serums to develop superhuman traits. Their skins were much tougher, their immune systems were much stronger, their muscular bodies possessed both the adaptability and resistance that regular humans could never in a million years achieve. They can even stand nuclear radiation, and that, is a critical difference between life and death in this post-war era. No one remembered how many years it had been since the war started, no one could even tell if the war was over. All they knew, was that between patches of surviving towns, there were vast wastelands littered with unexploded nuclear bombs. Not close enough to outright wipe out the towns, but close enough to taint water supplies or cause direct radiation contamination. It had been that way for a long, long time. And becoming a Macho was about the only way to ensure one’s survival should one of those nuclear bombs detonate nearby.

Perhaps the only “drawback” to the procedure was the associated growth of their private parts. The increased size of Macho gonads made them drunk in testosterone, becoming temperamental, violent, and lust-driven. The increased size of Macho phallus made it difficult for penetration. Combining these two side effects, the result was that these Machos frequently sexually assault men and women alike, often tearing apart the victim’s vagina and anus, occasionally leading to death. But no amount of casualties could stop every man from seeking out the serum. It had limited supply and cost a fortune, the transformation process itself also had a very high fatality rate, yet every man desperately wanted to be a Macho. Was it for survival? Who knows, the bombs had never detonated. Everyone alive today had only heard of rumors. But hey, better safe than sorry. Besides, the sheer raw power that one gains from becoming a Macho, the sheer social status and privilege, it was all worth it. The rampant rapes would be justified, the violence and brutality against regular humans would also be justified, blame it all on uncontrollable temper. As the Macho were the only men who dare to venture outside of towns to collect materials and resources, they were simply too invaluable to condemn.

As for the women, they were not so lucky. The inherent testosterone in the serum make it unfit for females, to this day there had been no successful transformations on women. Hence women were protected in radiation proof bunkers at all times and were assigned duties/work that could be conducted from home. As the only ones able to bore the next generation, it was too risky to allow them free roaming above ground in case of an unpredictable detonation.

That was why every person sitting in this broke down bar was a man. And that was why when these men stared at those huge muscular Machos, they were filled with longing and fear.

The leading Macho man was Big Fred, well known in this part of town. He was successfully turned into a hulking muscle god 10 years ago, when he just turned 20. Even before his transformation, Big Fred was already an extremely masculine and violent man, all this violence just got escalated as his blood surged with testosterone after the serum injection. He and his gang had raped countless other men over the past few years: women were often hidden inside of bunkers, in their hormonal rage the Machos often used whatever holes they could find to satisfy themselves. Yet the authorities, or whatever left of it in this town, couldn’t do anything about the rampant carnage: Big Fred and his gang were also some of the best scavengers and physical workers. And there was a lot of physical work needed to be done in a post apocalyptic town like theirs.

Big Fred sat down on the bar under the dim light, his shirtless crew followed. The bartender swallowed, a bit shaky, and immediately poured a glass of whisky for each of the Machos. Big Fred reached out his muscle bulging arm, and drank the whisky in one shot. In that process, his gigantic pecs intentionally or unintentionally bounced a few times, displaying the raw power and sex appeal of a true alpha male.

“Mmmmm… Ahhh… “ Some of the younger men in the room were already red in the face staring at these muscle gods. As they witnessed that pec bounce, a few of them started to tremble and moan. Their twisted red face gave everything away: just from seeing such a magnificent muscular body alone, these young men couldn’t help it but orgasmed right in their pants. You can’t blame them. For all their lives growing up, they had looked up to the Machos as the ultimate goal in life. The symbol of power, savagery, sex, pure unadulterated manliness. Coupled with the heightened testosterone level and chaotic hormonal surges at their ages, these young men were sitting ducks. What one wanted to be but couldn’t, often find its way through crooked inner workings into an undefinable nether: to become one of the gods, or to be with one of the gods, for some of these young men it got very much intertwined.

Big Fred caught the commotion with the corner of his eyes, and smirked. That was why he liked visiting the bar shirtless, make those boys squeal and cum like the mancunts that they were destined to be. He waited until all the muscle hunks in his gang had drank the whisky, and then casually turned around, walked off the bar toward one of the desks. As he did so, his crew followed, all of them carrying a knowing devilish grin on their faces.

This time, Big Fred picked a well built and tall blonde man to approach. The blonde man was athletic, but nowhere comparable to the Machos. Tall, yet only reaching the shoulders of these transformed giants. As Big Fred took his step toward his new conquest, he started to unbuckle himself, and his crew followed. The blonde jock’s face turned from that of admiration and longing to that of a mindless daze, as he realized that he had been chosen. The jock swallowed, froze up, his fear and self-awareness completely crushed by twisted desire.

Finally, the pants were off. Enormous and engorged cocks busted out from the muscle giants’ pants, each like an oversized meat club, climbed all over with thick monstrous veins. Right here. Right in the center of the bar, in front of gawking eyes. A wave of groan washed over the rest of the bar attendees, yet no one stood up, no one ran for it, it was as if they were all anticipating what was going to happen. And they wanted to stay for it.

Big Fred now stood in front of the blond jock, his gigantic phallus inches away from the jock’s shocked face, sending out waves of heat and an aura filled with testosterone. The jock suddenly broke out of his frozen state, and in extreme excitement his eyes welled up with tears, as he murmured to himself: oh fuck… I want it… I want it… Fuck me...

The Machos smirked in satisfaction. They had easily broken this young man’s will without lifting a finger. Then, several incredibly muscular arms reached out from all around the young man, grabbed his limbs, and yanked him to the top of the table! The blonde jock moaned as his shirt was ripped into pieces of fabric. He instinctively struggled to no veil, and with a loud crack, his pants were torn open. A youthful, delicious, athletic male body was suddenly available for the entire bar to witness.

The Macho men held a lustful grin on their faces, they chuckled, and with ease pinned the blond jock’s hands behind his own head. Then they grabbed both of his legs, pried them apart almost 180 degrees. The young jock screamed in in surprise as his back was forced to arch forward, with his cock and balls shamelessly on display facing the entire bar. What an undignifying position. Yet as this young man panted in shame, his own cock got hard immediately.

“Please… Please fuck me! PLEASE!!!” The blonde jock cried in desperation, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was gone, drunk on admiration, losing all sense of self. Big Fred stood behind him, his hulking body leaned forward, and whispered into the blonde jock’s ear with a husky deep voice: “As you wish, pretty boy.”

As he spoke, Big Fred grabbed and caressed the firm bubble butt of the young lad with his big hands. Then without warning, he stuck out his middle finger, and plunged it all the way into the pink tender hole between those meaty cheeks!

“AAhhhhhh!!!” The blond jock shot open his eyes and screamed, his handsome face twisted in pain and disbelief.

The Machos chuckled like beasts in lust, several crew members started to grab onto their own huge meaty shafts with their big hands. Big Fred didn’t give the young lad much time to rest, before he thrusted another finger into the blond jock’s poor asshole!

The young lad wailed and struggled, twisting and turning his athletic body as tears roll down his face. But before long, he almost had an entire fist shoved up his ass! As Big Fred grunted behind him, that whole fist finally stretched open the poor blonde’s orifice, stretching his sphincters to the point of snapping, and tore open the soft meaty flesh around the jock’s fuck hole!

The blonde jock suddenly tensed up, his entire body started to tremble as that fist was shoved all the way into his cavity. His pupils shivered violently in the middle of his eyes, his mouth wide open yet no sound escaped, and he finally lost all control over the lower half of his body. Golden piss splashed out from his semi-erect cock right in front of the entire bar, yet the humiliation of it all was the last thing on his mind at this moment. In fact, he was in such shock, that there was nothing on his mind. His mind had went completely blank.

Big Fred grinned in satirical satisfaction as the entire bar gasped at the brutal treatment of the young blonde jock. Then, before the jock could recover, Big Fred pulled his hand out of that destroyed hole, dragging a significant portion of rectum out of the broken mancunt!

The crowd gasped again as a young stud’s fuck hole was demolished right in front of them. Yet there was no time to gather their thoughts: Big Fred grabbed his own monstrous cock with both hands, aimed at that gaping fuck hole of the young stud! With a deep husky growl, the huge muscular bull suddenly pushed his crotch forward and upward, and that gigantic manhood tore the poor stud’s cunt past the point of return! As that monster of a cock rammed hard into the blonde jock, a visible cock-shaped bump appeared on the stud’s abs-ridden stomach! The poor stud immediately started to shiver violently, his eyes rolled back into the back of his skull as saliva uncontrollably dripped down from his wide open mouth. With his prostate pressured beyond its limit, the blonde athletic stud twitched as creamy hot semen gushes out from his now stiff cock. Thick milky cum climbed all over his own veiny cock and dripped down to the table beneath, and this lava flow didn’t stop until quite a few minutes later. With such a huge monster stretching his sphincters wide open, there was no way for him to properly ejaculate.

He got fucked to cum in one big, savage, deep plunge.

As the poor stud got fucked silly, moans and groans spread through the room. Many in the audience couldn’t hold it anymore and came into their own pants. Yet this show was far from over. Big Fred laughed like a maniac as he started to swing his hips back and forth. With each thrust, the young stud’s belly bulged out. With each pull, a significant portion of the poor jock’s guts got dragged out. Big Fred’s laughter echoed in the bar like a beast as he picked up speed, ramming himself into the blonde stud faster and faster. Soon, the blonde jock got mercilessly fucked into his second orgasm tonight, barely after his first one finished!

“Mmmmm… Mmmm…. Fuck… FUUUCCKKK!!!!” Finally, after a good half an hour of pounding, the giant muscle bull tensed up as he plunged his enormous cock once again deep into the stud’s miserable asshole. He belted out a heated yell, so loud that the metal silverware in the bar resonated to the sheer volume. His big hands grabbed onto the juicy butt cheeks of the studs and squeezed HARD, his muscular arms and legs tightened, his gigantic pecs and glutes started to violently tremble. The audience in the bar gasped again as they witnessed what was happening to the poor blonde stud’s belly: the visible cock shaped bump grew in an instant and then quivered violently, within a few seconds gallons of hot seed bloated up the blonde jock’s stomach even further! Before long, sticky white juice shot out from the leakages around the tight rim of his stretched hole, then more of Big Fred’s cum started to shoot out from his mouth and nose! The young lad was completely wasted, fucked into oblivion by this point.

Big Fred was finally satisfied, and pulled out his monster cock from the wrecked ass of his new pet. Loads of cum gushed out from the gaping hole, and the blonde jock was by now twitching in a seizure-like state. But the Machos were far from done. Just as Big Fred stepped to the side, another Macho man eagerly stepped forward, holding his own huge cock, aimed it at the poor stud’s shattered and battered fuck hole, and RAMMED it all the way in!

One by one, Big Fred’s crew fucked the blonde stud raw, and filled him with their gallons of semen. Two hours went by, and the athletic jock had been mercilessly fucked into a pile of whimpering, twitching, cum-coated meat. With thick semen oozing out from every single one of his holes, this poor lad spread on the cum-covered table, his juicy ass raised high and his muscles trembling, the torn and worn mancunt between his beefy glutes seemed impossible to recover from the onslaught.

All around the room, the bar attendees were breathless. Many of them had orgasmed multiple times from watching this brutality happening right in front of them. To some, this was a pure demonstration of perverse power, corrupted and extreme, undeniably alluring. To others, this was a grandiose show of lust, it was such unacceptable and shameful act that it was incredibly arousing.

Jeff was the only person who never turned his head to enjoy the sight of a fellow bar attendee getting fucked unconscious. He was that lean man with a mustache and a stern expression sitting in the corner of the bar with his back facing the Machos, casually sipping his beer even in the heist of all the commotion. The Machos were finally satisfied, laughing as they tuck their weapons back into their pants, walked out of the bar swaying those muscular bodies as if nothing had happened here. It was only then, did Jeff finally reached out his hand to adjust his stiff cock bound by his own pants: it couldn’t be helped, the sound of heated mating gets to one’s head whether one consciously recognize it or not.

With the corners of his cold eyes, Jeff glanced at the muscular backs of the Machos leaving the bar. He knew where they lived. Big Fred and his gang resided in a mansion nearby, surrounded by a patch of forest. And Jeff had plans for them.

The lean man spitted into his empty beer mug, the spite was obviously written on his frowning face. It was not right. Such profanity was not right. All this blatant arrogance of the Machos was not right. All these people sitting here not only doing nothing but enjoying the scene was not right. The inability of anyone stopping any of the Machos in anything was not right. The entire town’s fervor toward ultra masculinity and raw animalistic behaviour was not right.

And he intended to do something about it.

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In the corner upper left,

Muscle bandit caught with theft.

Stuff him with the things he took,

Slice him with the things he kept.

In the corner upper right,

Muscle piggy sealed in tight.

Begging to be fucked to death,

Cumming as he finally might.

Underneath the shredded thief,

Muscle gangster made of beef.

No more violence he shall bring,

No more fuck tool he shall keep.

Underneath the bleeding slut,

Muscle rapist filled with lust.

Something crossing through his brain,

Something nasty in his gut.

Serial killer in the mid,

Holes were drilled for guts to fit.

How to keep the centre square?

Cut the loose ends pop the lid.

(Thanks to for Iceman Blue for inspirations!)

Mercy. Mercy. How merciful we are to let them enjoy their last breathes so much.

We’re trying something new with our deathroll criminals. These muscle men, tortured by their hormones, should probably die in a fashion that satisfies them one last time.

Don’t tell me that their crimes has nothing to do with their hormones. Is there anything that anyone does that is not at least distantly related to the simple act of fucking?

Look at them. This one robbed and killed several men. For what? For money. So he could become more loaded, more prestigious, more attractive for the chicks he wanted to bang. This one here murdered a dozen of men in the opposing gang. Why? To show that he was a man, of course. To show that he was in charge. To have bitches bending over for him. And this one right here? He was a plain serial rapist who had fucked countless men and women to death.

In our great tradition of attributing everything to god, you could say that god gave them balls. God gave them testosterones that seriously influenced every wiring in their brain. And in such tradition, they deserve some mercy.

Hey, don’t ask me. Tax payers decided. They love pink unicorns and shit, they love to judge by “right and wrong” instead of “realistic consequences”. We’re not gonna argue with that. In fact, we’re gonna have some fun with this. Some of these muscular inmates are fine as fuck.

First, we gave them some strong drugs. They’re gonna die anyways, the dosage can go overboard. In no time they’d be panting like bitches in heat and begging to be fucked. So we do, we stuff their fuck holes full until they cum gallons. By then, their brains were fried by both the drug and the intense fucking. They’d be in ecstasy. And that’s when we make quick work of them, shred them while they’re in the best --- and last --- climax of their lives.

Oh yeah, definitely, many of us get hard from it. Perverts? Heh, if you’ve seen enough of the world, you’d be “perverts” too.

(Thanks to for Iceman Blue for inspirations!)

Let them orgasm at life's end. How humanitarian.

I was getting old. I told my three sons that one of them would inherit my position as the family alpha male. The other two would have to serve as fuck toys for the new alpha.

They were all hyper muscular and super hung macho men, all my sons. What can I say, good genes. My oldest had the biggest muscles and biggest cock, my second son was the most brutal and cut throat, and my youngest was the most energetic and rebellious. The rule of the game was simple: 3 days, whoever got fucked into a muscle slut loses the right to compete.

The first day, my second and youngest son ganged up on their big buff brother. But on the second day, my second oldest son disappeared, leaving the youngest to fight with the eldest. By the third day, both my oldest and youngest were exhausted, and that was when my cunning second oldest returned: with a new invention too. It was a huge wooden dildo attached to a trap.

The second brother easily overpowered his exhausted siblings, and positioned them in a way that would allow him to physically fuck his younger bro, and trigger the wooden dildo to fuck his big bro lying on the floor. It was a simple device: when he pulls, that huge dildo plunges into his big bro’s cunt, and when the big bro tries to fight it, that dildo would be dragged out. What can I say, my oldest was a huge muscle stallion, but not the brightest. He’d just desperately try to pull that dildo out of himself every time his brother thrusts it into him, but doing so effectively allows his brother to repeatedly fuck him with such a huge dildo until he gets fucked into a muscle slut.

I gotta say, my second oldest had the brain of a leader, and the ruthlessness of one too. He seemed to have no qualms using the most nasty tactics on his own brothers.

So now, I was just sitting up here watching. My second oldest son wore a vicious grin on his handsome face, as he suddenly thrust his hips forward. My poor youngest son, one second before he was still rebelliously growling despite his exhaustion, but as his brother’s huge cock split him open, his twisted shocked face announced his immediate disqualification: he was fucked silly in one deep violent thrust.

Moaning as his big cock was clutched by his little bro’s muscle ass, my second oldest son pulled on the string in his hand. The huge wooden dildo plunged forward, aimed right at the centre of those spread out muscular thighs of my oldest son. Boom! The dildo plunged into my hunky eldest son, instantly creating a huge dildo shaped bulge on his stomach! He bellowed in agony, his muscular body shook violently --- my oldest son was rendered into a muscle slut too in no time.

But it seemed that my second oldest still missed a crucial detail. He underestimated how big his big bro’s cock could get in such extreme stimulation. Like I said, my oldest was hung like an elephant, his enormous cock instantly grew into a monster as he was brutally fucked by the wooden dildo. That humongous cock shot up, and through a twisted show of fate, plunged right into the unsuspecting pussy of my cocky vicious second oldest son!

He was shocked as his big bro’s huge cock ripped open his fuck hole and plunged deep into him from an angle he never anticipated. The tip of my oldest’s cock created a huge bulge on the stomach of my second oldest. Suddenly, all three of my muscle hunk sons were fucked silly at the same time!

They were trembling, brainlessly squirming as they unloaded their cum into each other. I just sat there and watched as they filled each other up, as cum spurts out from their noses and mouths.

Half an hour later, all three of my huge muscular sons were twitching on the floor, their assholes fucked into disfigured mancunts.

I smiled. That was what I was going for. Hey, an old man needs a way to keep his throne safe from eager youngsters. I couldn’t physically overpower them, so I’ve got to use a bit of brain. I licked my lips as I rubbed my own huge rock hard cock in my pants: I loved my sons. I especially loved their gorgeous muscular bodies. Now that they’ve become daddy’s fuck toys, I have so many more decades of fun to have as the alpha male of the family.

(Thanks to Rokudenashi for inspirations!)

Some family drama is good for everyone.

You woke up to find you and your best friend kneeling on the floor with your muscle butts facing each other. Your gut was bloated and heavy. You two were the biggest muscle brutes in town, that was why you teamed up to try to take down the merciless Baron. But you vastly underestimated your opponent.

You finally realized in shock what was filling up your stomach: a big water filled leather ball. It must have been stuffed into you from your anus, and then injected with water. Now that it was filled up, it was way too huge to pulled out. Your best friend was in the exact same situation, and there was a chain connecting both leather balls, extending between your muscle butts like a bridge.

The baron and the entire court watched while having a feast. You were the new entertainment tonight. The merciless man declared the rules: whoever pulls the leather ball out of the opponent’s ass is the winner. The winner gets to walk out free, and the loser shall be turned into a muscle bitch for all to use. If by the hour no one is victorious, both would be made into muscular fuck toys.

You panicked. How could you do this to your best friend? How humiliating, to obey the rules of such a nasty game! But the clock is ticking. Suddenly, you feel that leather ball violently crushing against the inside of your ass: your best friend gave in, and tried to win for himself, destroying your ass in the process!

You cursed, and clenched your sphincters as tightly as you could, and pulled to the front. You heard your best friend scream. Both of you big muscle hunks proceed to fight like pigs, and the audience cheered.

Finally, your sphincters could no longer hold on. In desperation and horror, you could just feel that leather ball getting dragged out of you, splitting your pussy inch by inch, crushing your cunt meat. At long last, you simply couldn’t hold on any longer. With an agonizing wail, you feel your own asshole getting absolutely shredded into pieces as that leather ball gets pulled right out of you! The pain was so shocking, that your semen gushed out of your rock hard cock! And it wasn’t just you, turns out you and your best friend were indeed evenly matched --- just as your fuck hole was annihilated, his was destroyed too.

As you two muscle hunks lay unconscious on the floor, blood gushing out from your holes and cum gushing out of your cocks, the Baron grinned victoriously.

How strong is your friendship?

“Attention! Subject is closing in!”

“All units get ready! Subject is extremely dangerous, it is a hyper-muscular mutant infused with testosterone, avoid direct contact!”

“Sir, subject is about to ejaculate!”
“Duck down! Do not let his semen anywhere near you! It is highly concentrated with androgen and will contaminate any living being! Ballista squad, fire! Fire at his urethra!”

“Ballista squad firing! His urethra is dilating! Aim at it squad!”

“His urethra is successfully penetrated and blocked by the spear sir!”

“Keep firing! Pierce him!”

“Firing! Pierced his muscles and balls successfully sir!”

“Cleaver squad, go, go, go! Cleave down that meat cannon!”

“Cleaver squad reporting in! Sir, we… We can’t! His cock is too huge and too dense, we cannot cleave through!”

“Damn it! Bomb squad, get ready to bomb his meat off of him! Cleaver squad fall back, fall back!”

There are just some things you need to do to defend yourselves.

After many years of serving big muscle men with what they deserved, Danny himself also got what was coming to him. Something was stolen from him. What was it? Who was the thief? It is an easy one to answer, but a hard one to swallow. In this steamy journey of self re-discovery, Danny's tales were told in a reverse order, and by doing so revealing not only who he was, but why he was. Through extreme humiliations and savage acts, a question stares out from the pages. A question that all men have many times asked themselves but dared not to admit: what is manliness, and who is trying to steal mine.

A small town had survived the nuclear war that wiped out most of humanity. In this new world, mankind needed to rise to new challenges. Facing impossible circumstances, every male who was willing to risk their lives in the operation can become the genetically modified Machos, bigger and stronger than Men had ever been. The transformation into Machos had rumored to have saved the town, but to many people living in the town today, those were just distant tales. All they could see was that Machos were violent and lust-driven muscle men who often spiral out of control due to surging hormones, in turn oppressing the freedom of other townsfolk. One engineer was able to find the one weakness of the Machos, and tasked himself as a vigilante, besting those mountains of beastly meat against all odds. This is a tale of muscles, sweat, blood, and a lot of ballbusting. But at the core of the story is lust and its relation to power struggle, how it interjects itself into every corner of human society. Within the heart-racing chapters of physical pain and pleasure is a vivid dissection of our civilization, filled with philosophical questions that many dare not to ask.

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You wanna know what happened? Look dude, I wasn’t the one who started it. Your “macho top” boyfriend was the one who begged me to fuck him. And you know me. I can’t resist a nice muscle ass wiggling right in front of my cock. Remember? That’s why you broke up with me to begin with, I just can’t control it whenever I see an exposed hungry fuck hole.

No, no I don’t even know him well. Jesus Christ stop being dramatic. He went to my gym to check out his competition. Hey, I told him that you and I are over, but he kept trying to man up in front of me, all competitive and shit. Until he saw my cock in the change room --- No I didn’t flash it in front of him, he barged in himself, guess he was proud of his own size and tried to humiliate me or something, but instead humiliated himself. And damn, did he break down fast after that. Within minutes he was on the floor begging me to fuck him. In front of all the others too.

So I did, I fucked your “pure top” boyfriend until he came three times. What? He can’t even get hard on you now? Heh, try stuffing a big dildo up his ass, he’ll get hard. Oh grow up, it ain’t my fault. You know what? Screw you man.

Fine. Oh yeah? I’ll tell you what: I will do exactly that. I’ma call him right now. Yeah. I’ma take him in as my fuck toy, go find yourself another “pure top” boyfriend.

Oh stop with the drama. What’s this? You want what? Dude… What the fuck? This is weird as shit man! Are you crazy? We were just fighting and now you want my cock? You want a threesome? Shit man… You ARE a true slutty faggot aren’t you, getting wet from being cheated on… Fuck… Oh fuck your tongue… Mmmm fuck it call him over now. Call him over right now, I’ll fuck you both.

You said your boyfriend is strictly top? Heh.

Spread your thick legs wide muscle boy. Yeah like that. Wider. I didn’t send you to gymnastics class for nothing. Yeah that’s right. Now raise that slutty ass of yours higher. Even higher. Yeah that’s right, what a fucking sight, my boy’s sloppy pussy, mmmmm.

Yeah? You like that? You like daddy’s fingers in your cunt? Heh, you’re already leaking. Hold it in boy, if you cum from just a few fingers, daddy ain’t gonna feed you this big cock today. Yeah? Scared? Let me hear you plead for my cock boy. Mmmmm. Sluttier. Mmmmm that’s right, beg for it. Yeah? Yeah you can’t live without daddy’s big cock in your cunt?

Mmmm, hold steady my muscle boy… Mmm… Ehh!!! There we go. Damn your pussy’s as nice as ever boy. Yeah squirm and scream, your mom’s not home today. Yeah? You wanna get pounded hard by daddy? Well since you’ve been such a good boy…

Mmmm… Oh fuck yeah…

Heh, already fucked to cum? You need more training my boy. Now clench that pussy tight so daddy can breed you properly.

Mmmm… Fuck…

Shit…

Oh fuck… Oh FUCKKKK!!!

Hah… Hah… Look at daddy’s juice flowing out of your cunt… Look at my fucked-silly muscle boy… Phew… You’ve been good today my boy… Tomorrow, get home earlier, daddy’s gonna shove your maker down your throat. Yeah? Yeah you want that? Go change now, before your mom comes back.

To be used and abused.

“I don’t know dude… I’m not a fag… But SHIT I’m horny as fuck… Is it gonna hurt?”

“Trust me dude, we’re best friends! I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s gonna feel good. Very good. Remember the chicks we fucked last week? How I fucked that Vanessa chick into a screaming slut? Yeah, it’s gonna be THAT good for you too.”

“... Shit I’m getting hard. Fuck man. That WAS hot last week. How did you do that? How did you fuck her into such a slut? Does it really feel THAT good?!”

“There’s only one way to find out for yourself man. Trust me. It’s gonna be good.”

“... OK. Fuck me dude.”

“Mmmm… Relax… Yeah like that…. Mmmm there we go…”
“Oh fuck… Shit! Shit you’re too big! Ahhhh… I can’t…”

“Relax man! I’m not even fully hard yet. Deep breathe, deep breathe, yeah like that… Doing good man… There we go!”

“OH FUCK… I’m… I feel weird… It’s… It’s good… OH FUCK it’s good… Man… Dude… I’m… I can’t…”

“Yeah? Shit man you’re so fucking hot impaled on my cock you know that dude? Oh fuck… I’m getting real hard…”

“SHIT! SHIT SHIT!!! FUCK!!! It’s ripping me apart! Dude… Dude oh FUCK! I’m gonna explode! My poor ass… My ass is gonna explode! FUCK!”

“Ohhh fuck it feels so good man… Your muscle ass is so fucking good… I’ma fuck you real hard now… You ready? I can’t hold it man I need to FUCK YOUR ASS HARD!!!”

“Yeah fuck me hard man… FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME PLEASE!!!”

“Oh shit… Oh fuck you natural born muscle slut!”

“Ahhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!! Shit… Shit… I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Mmmmm dude… Dude I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum inside of you!!!”

“OH FUCK YEAH cum inside me man… I’m… I’m CUMMING!!!”

Young jocks are always ready to experiment.

He was tied up in a nasty slutty pose. But he didn’t mind it too much. He was used to it.

Afterall, the handsome muscle jock had been doing this for a long time. Old rich men gives him a shit ton of money to be bound nude. Sick bastards. But he wasn’t gonna ask questions, they’d always end up sucking him off so hey, money and free blowjob? Why not. If he liked the old dude, he’d even act a little and pretend to struggle, that always get them going real fast.

So he simply waited for that old dude to come back.

Suddenly, a spliting pain shocked him to his core: he felt his muscle ass being ripped apart by something enormous! It was so enormous, that the tip of it rammed straight into his gut and bulged out his stomach!

He screamed in agony and disbelief, he struggled --- this time for real. But it was no help, that huge monster inside of him simply plunged deeper!

He felt his prostate getting crushed. He felt his asshole being shredded. He felt his brain being fried. He felt like hell, and hell was only one step away from heaven: in a state of absolute shock, semen gushed out of his rock hard cock.

This night, he was turned into a muscle bitch. Any case he received after today would not only be a muscle bondage play: he’d beg those old dudes to fuck him like the slut he was.

He was not ready.

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A simple gay muscle sex game!

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You are finally ready, and there is only one last thing to do. To purge you of the last bit of your impurities. The impurities of having a selfish mind, as all minds are selfish. You, the holy vessel, cannot have such impurities staining you. And we shall do this in the holiest of ways: the priapus way.

I, the archpriest of Priapus, shall conduct this final ritual myself. For I have been given such power by Priapus himself. For only I have the holy tool needed to purge that impure mind of yours forever from your body. Now, let’s begin.

Mmmmm. Almost there. Ahhhh… Mmmmm!!! There we go.

Brothers, watch the vessel tremble! Watch his mind leaving him as he is finally purified by the symbol of Priapus! Today, we have done something great. We have created a new vessel that will serve Priapus for years to come! It has been three months since our last vessel broke, I’m sure all of you have much offerings saved up for the all mighty Priapus. And we shall wait no longer!

I will have an honor to give the first offering inside of this new, just purified vessel. Brothers, ready yourselves! Let this night be endless!

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

And we have tested him out for all scenarios. Making sure it won't break.

When enough offerings are loaded into you, you would feel Priapus sending his holy gift back through the vessel, that is, your body. You will feel it strongly, and you will feel it often.

You are feeling it now, aren’t you my child? I see it from your tremble, your breathing. The vessel is almost full. Now let’s have our new devotee come up and fill up the vessel.

Oh there we go! The vessel explodes with Priapus’ gift! Come up brothers, come and enjoy this feast! Look at the vessel gushing out the sweetest of juice! It’s Priapus’ recognition of our devotion!

Let it run through you my child. You are making a fine vessel. Feel that divine pleasure? That is Priapus’ gift to you, the meat vessel.

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We've checked, the offering is the most prime for consumption.

Remember, my child, to stuff this plug into yourself after all the offerings are received. Thou shall not let such precious offerings flow out of you, such is the duty of the vessel. Although you would be continuously receiving offerings most hours of the day, do not let down your guard, and always be ready to plug it in.

Imagine yourself as the vessel. You ARE the vessel. A vessel needs a lid, a lid that guards that which is the most precious. Yes, that’s it, stuff it in.

You cannot see through your mask, but there is no need to worry. If someone is to make an offering, they’d simply pull on the string. Like this. Yes, see, it slides out quite easily, as your entrance had been well-loosened. Now, there is a devotee coming, ready yourself for another offering my child.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

And we only offer the very best to thee.

Yes, my child. Remember that you are nothing. Nothing but a vessel to accept Priapus’ blessing, and to relay our offerings to Priapus himself. It’s an honor of the highest degree, Priapus only chooses the most masculine men to be his true servant. And you are chosen to be such a servant, a muscular meat vessel.

So forget who you are. From now on, you don’t have a name, and you don’t have a face. Let this veil be forever covered on your face. You shall never leave this altar, and you shall be the holiest of holy grails, receiving our most sincere offerings to Priapus, a container of the highest honor.

Now, my child, let go. Yes. And feel our offerings pouring into you through your holy holes. The offerings will sustain you, and only the offerings shall sustain you. By doing so, such gift will reach the all mighty Priapus.

Oh yes, just like that my child. Gulp it all down. That’s right. That’s what Priapus wants you to do. And clench that hole around his cock, extract that offering from him like a true vessel. Get it all into you. Can you feel it? Yes. Yes it all flows toward the all mighty Priapus. Don’t you feel that power coursing through you? Don’t you feel that divine pleasure? Yes, that’s it.

Become the vessel that you were destined to be.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

May he enjoy the offering.

His cock grew even bigger, but now it doesn’t even get hard while he gets fucked. It is a permanently semi-engorged meaty python that dangles between his legs, absolutely useless other than spurting out his cream when he gets fucked hard enough.

What the devil did, was simply making his sins complete.

He was greedy for a bigger cock, now he was greedy for bigger and bigger cocks to penetrate him.

He was drunk on his male pride, now he was drunk on the feeling of giving those who fuck him even higher male pride --- after all, nothing screams masculine domination than fucking a big black hung muscle jock into an uncontrollable orgasm.

He was lustful, he wanted to fuck, and now he wanted to get fucked with 10X the fervor.

He was gluttony as he hungrily gulped down loads and loads of semen. He was sloth as he enjoyed helplessly lying there like a pile of meaty fuck toy, being used by anyone and everyone passing by, being man handled without a will of his own. He was envy as he kneeled before big hard cocks and worshipped their superiority. And he was wrath, as he burst out in crazed laughter whenever he got fucked silly, bellowing “Fuck me to death! Rip me apart!”

But he enjoyed every second of it. In his muscle bitch state, if he needed to make the decision again, he’d choose the same thing.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

In the end, it's a win-win --- always. Just not how you've imagined.

The devil did not “trick” him.

As he was filled up by semen day after day, the black muscle jock’s cock started to grow larger. But what’s the use? Now he couldn’t even get hard without having a big cock pounding on his prostate.

Day after day, he begged for cock. He had forgotten how it became like this, all there left in his fucked-up brain was one simple sentence: Fuck Me.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

More and more, you pay the price that you wished for,

He could’ve just be happy with his already large cock, but in his masculine extreme pursuit, in the cocktail of lust, pride, and greed, he wanted more.

After that initial ritual of merciless ass wrecking, the black muscle jock found himself craving cocks to be stuffed into his hungry pussy. Merely days later, he gave in to his urges, and right there in the locker room he raised his muscle ass and begged his teammates to breed him. They were shocked, disgusted, and aroused at the same time --- and of course they obliged. Poor muscle jock, he wanted a monster cock so he can reign over all the other men on his team, so he could fuck all of their asses, but now he was the one getting fucked instead. Not just fucked, but fucked to cum --- this was the only way that he could cum nowadays, by getting fucked in the ass.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

The chasing of extremes. One shall always pay the price for upsetting the balance.

“No, no please don’t!” The black muscle jock pled in tears. He was spread and pushed to the ground by the demon, with his tender hole helplessly exposed.

He didn’t expect this to happen. He didn’t expect that the price of wishing for an even bigger cock was to get fucked in the ass. But then again, what was he expecting from doing deals with the devil anyways?

In his agonizing scream, his fuck hole was stretched beyond repair by the demon’s monstrous cock. If not for the unexplainable dark magic surrounding that nasty demon cock, he would definitely be dead already.

The black muscle jock screamed, quivered, struggled, but he was nothing but a human fleshlight for the devil now. Soon, his twisted face became a dazed one as he got fucked silly.

By the time the devil pull his monstrous cock out of the muscle jock, that disfigured pussy was evidently there to stay.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

He was used to be the one most hung around here. But now, the table has turned.

Double penetration, fisting, the muscle jock wrestler’s fuck hole was ravaged so badly in the past few days, that he was finally ready to serve the boss’ monster cock.

He panted in fear as he stared at that huge monster, knowing what it meant to have that enormous meat club stuffed into himself. He wasn’t the only one watching, everyone gathered around, ready to witness this historical moment.

As the boss’ huge cock finally disfigured his pussy beyond repair, the fucked-crazy muscle jock screamed, trembled, and in no time had his brain fucked right out of him. He bellowed: Aaaahhhh!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME TO DEATH!!!

Everyone cheered. He was finally broken, every last piece of him.

They would now schedule him into the after hours --- when wealthy patrons pay good money to see dildo-stuffed muscle bitches wrestle each other, and the loser getting fucked to cum right on stage. This secret side of the Arena had always been the actual profit making process. For the rest of his life, the muscle jock wrestler would join his predecessors as they get fucked daily in front of hundreds of wanking men. The highest bidders in the crowd get to personally come into the ring and cum into their pussies.

But in the muscle slut mentality that they were fucked into, these wrestlers would love every bit of this humiliating experience.

Such is the most beautiful part of it, isn’t it.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Nope. He never stood a chance.

The muscle jock wrestler was a rising star no more. After publicly fucked on stage by a weak towel boy, he simply was not wanted on stage ever again. But he still needed to come to the backstage locker room --- it was in his contract. Day after day, he was gang fucked by the other wrestlers and staff whenever and wherever. He was no more than just a muscle cum dump. Cock after cock, load after load, his pride completely shattered as he started to accept his fate.

A few days later, the owner of the arena walked in on several men fucking him. He looked up at the boss in both hope and fear: hope, because perhaps the boss would stop the others, perhaps he has another way out. Fear, because after all, he signed a contract to wrestle but now he was incapable of doing so.

The boss just stood there, grinned, and then slowly took out his cock from his pants. A true giant. A monster. The muscle jock instantly knew that he was done for good.

The boss’ reason was simple: he had signed a contract with the jock, so he had to pay him anyways. Since the muscle jock was worthless on stage now, he might as well recover his loss by turning the jock into a group benefit for the rest of his staff. And of course, himself too.

As the muscle jock was forced to get pec-fucked by the monster cock, the other staff joined in, stuffing big meat clubs into his broken pussy and drooling mouth. The muscle jock simply had to accept his miserable fate now, and once he did, his muscular body reacted instantly: he was finally fucked to cum.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Is it finally finish? Or does he still have a chance?

It has been several days since he was mercilessly fucked and bred until he was unconscious. The muscle jock wrestler stood on the stage, pretending to be tough and cocky like he had always been, but his mind was a mess.

He knew that he had already been fucked into a jock slut. Ever since the day that he was gang fucked, his asshole has permanently been fucked into a sloppy mancunt, and he found himself craving for cocks every single night. Yet although his body had been very honest, his mind and pride still tried to hold on, tried to put it all behind him.

This time, he has a match against a newcomer: the towel boy. It was meant to be a funny match to boost the TV ratings, where the rising star muscle jock make quick work of a skinny towel boy. But somehow the muscle jock had a bad feeling about it. He kept thinking about the towel boy’s huge cock. He didn’t know if he could control his increasingly slutty desires from showing on stage. But he simply needed to do this match, it’s in his contract.

The towel boy stepped onto the stage, so skinny and small that the audience burst out laughing. That’s the expected response. Yet the towel boy turned around and winked at the muscle jock, and then licked his lips like a true predator. The muscle jock instantly found his heart pounding, for a second he wanted to just kneel down and suck his opponent’s huge cock.

The fight started. The muscle jock tried to cover up the panic and desire in his heart by going full out, but that meant he was making all kinds of wrong moves. Macho, showy, cocky, but very wrong moves. It was as if he was making those showy moves to demonstrate that he was a big buff man, not some slutty muscle bitch.

The towel boy had been here for quite a few years, even though he stayed backstage, he learned a few tricks too. The muscle jock was making it easy by trying to be all showy. With one critical move, the towel boy suddenly grabbed onto the muscle jock, and bent him backward into a position impossible to recover!

The audience gasped in shock. But the towel boy was not finished.

The skinny small boy grinned maliciously as he suddenly ripped off the muscle jock’s brief, exposing his genitals and that muscle ass. Then, without warning, he whipped out his own enormous cock, and PLUNGED it upward into the muscle jock’s pussy, right there in front of thousands of live audience!

The shocked muscle jock screamed and trembled as he was fucked on stage. The audience was shocked and boiled in excitement. The rising star’s stardom ends right here, right now, as he was irreversibly humiliated.

He was broken, inside and out, privately and publicly. He was officially rendered worthless by this shocking penetration from the towel boy.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Getting more and more... Fallen.

The rising star of a young wrestler woke up in shock, finding himself bound and spread like a fuck toy about to be used.

He gasped in fear as he realized what a nasty and slutty position he was forced to be in. Adding to the problem was the fact that he was fully naked and ready for a good fuck from several angles. He had heard of these stories: when young wrestlers get too cocky, they get tied up in the backstage locker room, and they get mercilessly bred for days by their seniors and the arena staff.

He had always thought of those tales to be incredibly hot, but he didn’t realize them to be true. Less did he expect such to happen to himself.

He was a big muscle jock, trained since a young age to be a pro wrestler. Everything went smoothly in his life due to his talents and looks. He had always used either his fist or his cock to get what he wanted, including becoming a pro wrestler. Since he joined 2 years ago, he had been climbing higher and higher, making a big name for himself. So he got cocky, very cocky.

Yet it all ends today.

The young muscle jock tried to struggle to no veil. From the shadows, men stepped out one by one: the big buff champion, the harmless looking young towel boy, the old hairy janitor. There were a total of 10 of them, each wearing a malicious grin on their face. The bound wrestler cursed at them in anger, yet they bathed in such beautiful sound as they started to squeeze their own crotches. Suddenly, all 10 of them whipped out their cocks at once: and all of them are ENORMOUS.

The young muscle jock was instantly shocked speechless. The tales of young wrestlers getting fucked in the locker room were all true. But one important detail was omitted: those who perform the fucking need to be selected, and the selection criteria was the size of their cock. That is why the young muscle jock never got invited.

The size of those 10 huge cocks broke the cocky muscle jock right there. He started begging, pleading for his life, as he knew that once he got gang fucked by those monster cocks, he could never be a man again. But the punishers didn’t listen, and those huge cocks closed in on him step by step.

As the old hairy janitor stuffed his huge cock up the young wrestler’s virgin ass and instantly wrecking it into a disfigured pussy, the poor jock screamed in extreme agony. Yet within second, his scream was muffled by the slim towel boy’s enormous cock as it plunged all the way down his throat. That moment, the muscle jock realized in desperation: he was done for.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Surprise, surprise.

The next day, the muscle stud captain mysteriously dropped out of the team. He even dropped out of school, and no one could find where he went. But in fact, you and your hung buddy simply kept this muscle fuck toy in your rooms. His muscular body was a limp pile of fuck meat, his only joy in life was to get impaled and used by your huge cocks. His gut was permanently hanging out from his disfigured fuck hole --- unless, of course, when you or your buddy decided to ram it back into his ass so you could fuck him easier.

You would, of course, be responsible with your toy. He was now your property. Years later, when you finally get tired of him, you’d sell him to some whorehouse in downtown, where he could get fucked by all types of men in all types of ways --- and feel truly fulfilled for life. What a merciful way to realize his most secret wishes.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Finally, finished for good.

You unloaded into the muscular captain several times. But you were not going to stop there, were you? You kept remembering how many times he had sneered at you and called you a faggot whenever you stared at one of your teammates’ nice bubble butt. You kept remembering how he always treated everyone on the team as his beta. And you suddenly have the urge to destroy this muscle jock for good.

So you naturally picked up the phone, and called your best friend. A fellow football player on the team, with the biggest cock that you’ve ever seen on a man.

The muscle stud football captain was already covered in your cum, mind-fucked, whimpering and begging for cock with mumbled words. You had fucked his brain out of him, so much so that he couldn’t even tell what was going to happen to him, he just spread his own meaty ass and begged for more.

Your buddy’s enormous cock instantaneously disfigured the poor captain’s cunt, stretching it beyond repair. A few violent thrusts later, the ruined muscle stud’s gut started to spill out from that nasty hole between his meaty cheeks. He was done for. There was no way to recover from this. C’est dommage.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

What now?

But you still found out, didn’t you. You found out how much your cocky mean homophobic football captain loved cocks. The fact that he was such a hot muscle stud helped to make your decision easy. So today, as he played with his own fuck hole in bed, you snuck into his room unnoticed. Not that you were super stealthy, but the muscle jock captain was simply too mind-fucked and lust-drunk to notice anything but his own fingers inside of his own pussy.

And you lifted your gigantic engorged cock, and RAMMED it into his oozing unsuspecting hole.

He was shocked, he was in extreme pain as he suddenly gets ripped apart by you. His sexy body trembled, and his fucked-up mind couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Yet soon, after just a few plunges, he got fucked to cum. Just like that. Cummed from getting pounded by a huge cock alone, cummed from the victimhood.

Merely five minutes later, he was already fucked-silly: pussy ruined, dignity destroyed, and begging for a heavier pounding like the total muscle fag that he secretly was.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Why the messed up smile?

A long long time ago, in a place far far away, there was a muscle jock who had a secret. He had fell in love with the feeling of something big, long, and extra thick stretching his asshole wide open. He trembled as his enlarged prostate was repeatedly stimulated by a violent pounding from the inside of his gut. He gushed hot steamy jock cum as he used a large dildo to penetrate himself like a mindless lusting zombie.

The time was last night, and the place was several doors down at the other end of the dormitory. And the muscle jock was none other than your cocky, arrogant, homophobic football captain.

No one would’ve guessed that such an alpha male muscle jock was in fact a total muscle slut drunk on cock. No one but coach, of course. Coach was the one to fuck him into a muscle bitch years ago.

Now that you know his secret though, it explains why the muscle jock captain never showered with the rest of you after practice. Because his sloppy cunt would be plainly in view, there would be no way of hiding it. And he’d probably uncontrollably get hard just by staring at all those jock cocks.

Instead, he would go home, and fuck himself with a big dildo while thinking about all those cocks in the locker room. Including yours.

(Thanks to Hotcha for inspirations!)

Who is he, and what has he done?

Mutated muscle men fighting with their mutant genitals --- action, RPG, plot twists and more!

https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/676158?updated=1517168526

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I should’ve seen it coming.

Maybe I have, all along.

Over the years, I’ve fucked countless people. Sometimes to death. I’ve fucked women, I’ve fucked men. I’ve fucked the enemy, used them as meaty warm fleshlight. I’ve fucked the innocents, just unloading and breeding like the beast I am. I’ve even fucked my own comrades, because who knows what will happen the next day.

This is what war does to ya, it reminds you that every day could be your last. It unleashes your most primal instincts. No use to be cautious and planning for years in the future, as you may never see that future come.

I’ve been in this war for a decade. Everyday, I mercilessly fuck at least one person. Some of them are willing, because they figured why not --- Getting fucked to death by a big hung muscle hunk is better than getting blown to pieces. Others, not so much, but I’m sure at the end of my fuck sessions they would all feel the same. It doesn’t take long to fuck someone into a lusting slut.

But I knew that the day was coming.

The day when they seek their revenge, however ridiculous.

That boy grinned as he pulled away from my huge cock. And I knew something was up. Turns out he had planted a mini bomb right into my urethra doing his amazing blowjob. Well.

BANG! It went. It was painful, it shocked me into a blank mind, let me tell ya. I had to watch my own huge cock getting blown into pieces of meat right in front of my own eyes. They flew into all directions, scattering my hope of ever using them again.

But somehow, at the same time, I find myself hoping: good. Now I’ll never be bothered by my urges again. Maybe I’ll be sent back. I’ve used this huge piece of meat more times than others would ever hoped for an entire lifetime, it was worth it.

Maybe it’s time for a change. For me to go back home in an ambulance, for me to change it up and become a muscle slut with the rest of my life. I’ll make good use of that muscle ass of mine. I’ll take loads after loads. Perhaps that wouldn’t be too bad of a life either.

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

Sometimes, you just know what is coming, one way or another.

He was grinning with arrogance and sluttiness, spreading his muscle legs and inviting me in. He knew that he was a catch. The hottest muscle bottom in town. Every man wanted his ass, and no one could resist his temptations. So he gave no shit about whoever was fucking him, he simply treated them as dildos.

Just in the past year alone, he had milked 5 men to death with his iron clutch mancunt. One of them was my big brother.

I knew he goes crazy from big cocks, that’s why I got the operation done. Voila, first look at my cock and this muscle slut couldn’t wait to get fucked by it. From his slutty aggressive eyes I see that he probably wanted to milk me to death too, because he wouldn’t let go of my enormous enhanced cock until I’m a cold corpse.

But I’ve got a surprise for him.

As soon as I went in, he was instantly fucked silly. My huge cock bulged out his stomach and sent him right into ecstasy. A few more thrusts, and he was begging me to “fuck him to death”, and I’ve got no question that he meant it literally.

Muscle sluts like this, they dream to end it all that way.

An hour later, after I’ve completely destroyed his cunt and guts, I really went for it. Pounding hard and mercilessly, I could feel the tip of my cock stretching his stomach. And BANG! Finally, this muscle slut got what he deserved.

He stared at my cock that ripped open his guts, and he was laughing hysterically: Yeah! Fuck yeah! Hahaha! Fuck me to death!!!

I’m gonna miss him. What a perfect slut.

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

A muscle slut is ready to be fucked to death.

The young tribal leader grinned, as he was going to enjoy his first public show. The ritual is simple, the new leader gets to fuck any man he choose, right in front of the bonfire, right in front of everyone in the tribe. If he successfully fucks his chosen man to cum 5 times in a row, this man becomes his private fuck toy. Because every leader simply needs a fuck toy, and why not make this official on the first day.

This tribe has only men living in it. Women are living in a distant patch of jungle several mountains away. Men and women only come together to hold sexual rituals once a year, then the women go back to their territory to give birth. If a boy is born, he is raised until puberty, and then sent to the male territory. There, he’d learn how to be a man, how to love men, how to fuck and get fucked by men everyday for the rest of his life.

The leader of the male tribe, is the one with the biggest cock. The old leader just passed away days ago, he fucked his men for 3 days straight, and eventually got careless and milked himself dry, died while his cock was still stuffed inside of his fucked-unconscious muscle toy. But big cocks are genetic. The new leader has to be chosen from his two sons, both sporting enormous woods that can rip a man’s poor fuck hole in half with one plunge. But the older of the brothers proved to be the bigger man --- perhaps simply because his huge cock has had more time to develop. So he is the new leader of the male tribe.

The new chief smirked as he looked down at his choice of fuck toy: his own brother. His competitor. He knew that give another few years his brother’s cock may grow to be bigger than even his own, thus challenging his status as a leader. So he needs to get rid of that possibility once and for all: to fuck his own brother so hard that the boy’s prostate gets crushed by his gigantic cock, such that the boy may never fuck ever again. The new chieftain ordered his brother to suck, and the defeated younger brother had no choice at all.

Or does he?

Suddenly, the young brother reached out his hands and grabbed his cocky relaxed brother’s humongous ballsack! Was he going to crush those huge balls? No no no, crushing those balls still leaves the older brother with a larger cock. The young brother squeezed the ballsack hard from beneath, and forced those huge balls up into his brother’s cavity! Those huge gonads had nowhere to go but into the shocked muscle boy’s urethra!

The pain instantly stunned the new chief, as his balls one by one started to pass through his gigantic cock. BOOM! One of the balls finally gave out under the pressure within the urethra, ball meat, blood, and cum gushed out of the new chieftain’s trembling fuck meat! But soon, the other gonad travelled through the same path --- this time, the new chief’s big cock could no longer hold it, and SPLASH! That huge meat rod got split into strings of cock meat inside out! In merely seconds, the older brother’s huge cock (and one of his gigantic balls) was permanently destroyed in front of everyone’s eyes.

The younger brother now has the biggest cock here. Naturally, he should be the new leader. And of course, he would choose his destroyed muscle jock of an elder brother as his personal fuck toy --- without a cock but with one of his big balls still intact, his brother would be tormented by lust without a way of satisfaction. So he would be a good little bro, and fuck his big bro to cum every single day. Such a warm family story.

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

New Chief is ready to make his first public debut. Is it all going to work out as he'd imagined?

We are all, and all is us.

This new host that we have infected, an earthen human male, he was the perfect specimen. What the earthlings would call “alpha male”. Muscular, powerful, extremely virile and aggressive. He was in his prime, the most musky and lustful, he wanted to breed whenever he could. He wanted to conquer. He wanted to overpower. And he prefers for his prey to be fellow muscular males, because there is no victory in conquering something weaker.

We agree. There’s no victory in conquering something weaker. So we infected this ultra masculine male, and we will conquer him.

He was ecstatic to find his muscles growing even larger, his already enormous genitals swell to new height. It was all our doing. We drive up his testosterone so he become even more of an aggressive, impulsive, and primitive symbol of masculinity. Such is needed if we were to harvest our investment.

Come the day of harvest, the alpha male sought out a fellow masculine male from his gym. A fine specimen. Musclebound, yet begging for the roughest of penetrations. The earthlings seem to call this a “muscle slut”, or “muscle bitch”. We call it a fine piece of primed masculine meat.

The coitus started. The “muscle slut” screamed and moaned so loud as his sphincters were instantly stretched to their limits. The alpha male was ecstatic. So was the meaty prey. They rhythmically clashed against each other, rapid and hard. Soon the primed meat was gasping in a high pitch, his muscles tensing and twitching, as he orgasmed from our alpha male host’s gigantic meat club pounding against the inside of his gut.

It’s getting closer.

By the second time the “muscle slut” came from getting pounded alone, this primed masculine meat was ravaged beyond repair, he had… How do earthlings say it… “His brain fucked out of him”. Our alpha male host was also at the verge of orgasm, heated, panting, moves becoming ever more violent.

It was time.

Semen gushed out of his trembling muscular body, he roared. Seizing the chaos within him, we made our moves. We expanded his muscles further. We engorged his nipples. We enlarged his already gigantic penis that was stuck inside of the “muscle slut”. We kept on pushing the orgasm, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, we pushed it to the extreme.

His engorged nipples spurt out roided milk. And now it spurts out blood. His gigantic meat club grew so large that the blood vessels on it started to burst, splashing blood everywhere. The enormous growth finally snapped the muscle slut’s sphincters in halves, and went ahead to rip the connective cunt meat between the muscle slut’s big juicy glutes. Both masculine males trembled in a combination of shock, disbelief, horror, pain, and immense pleasure.

By the time we’re done feeding, there will be nothing left of those two ultra masculine males. But we are all, and all are us. You see, they become a part of us. They probably wanted to become a part of us in their most heated craze. And our gift to them was the most intense orgasm that they have ever experienced in their lives, a pleasure beyond the capability of earthly human perception.

Fuck to death, and fucked to death. We know that the more masculine these human males are, the more they’d secretly wish for it. We simply grant wishes, and feed on it.

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

Masculinity. It is addictive. It can become very absolute. And absolutes destroy.

“Fuck… Fuck me…” Your boyfriend whispered under his heated panting. I grinned, and then turned to wink at my buddies. See, I told them. I told them that despite being a muscle jock, your boyfriend was easy prey. Look at him. Stripped himself naked already, spreading his thick legs and exposing his fuck hole like a thirsty whore. Gotta say, he was quite flexible, must be that gymnastic training that you’ve mentioned to me before.

There are just certain things that you can tell right away. The fragility of an alpha male, it’s in that arrogance of his, in his every strut, in his every buff. Just the way that he wanted to man up and paint himself as a dickhead was enough evidence that secretly, this muscle jock’s entire self worth was based on a tough exterior, a superiority and security about his manly attributes.

Remember last Christmas? He was slapping your ass in front of all your friends, acting like a douche on purpose, challenging everyone to stupidly dangerous contests and calling everyone a pussy or sissy. It was quite obvious really, that despite him fucking you, a man, every single day, he had never been comfortable with a social image that even slightly questions his masculinity. So I’m doing a favour to you now, me and my buddies. We will turn your boyfriend completely around.

All it took was to show him several enormous cocks. Let him realize in shock that doesn’t matter how much muscles he packed on or how much of a macho douche he was trying to be, he was just not as much of a man as any of us. He’s confused, you can see it in his eyes. This confusion, laced with broken pride and intense pain, soon had nowhere to go but his groin. Now your hunky boyfriend, for the first time in his cocky life, was shamelessly asking to get fucked and used. He’s that confused. He doesn’t know what to do except to get fucked.

Bang! The first cock went in. He groaned in shock of the pain, but still trying to act tough, gritting his teeth instead of crying like a bitch. The huge cock started to pound his muscle ass harder and harder, soon all those bulging meat on him were shaking up and down. He was loosing it, you can see it in his horrified and blanked out eyes.

Bang! More cocks went in. His wide open eyes lost focus, trembling in the centre of the frames from the extreme pleasure and pain. He was drooling like a madman and tensed up as if he was in seizure. His cock, rock hard from getting savagely fucked, soon started to leak creamy cum. Yeah, your beloved cocky masculine boyfriend was one step away from the final revelation.

My buddies and I came again and again in his gut. Everytime we did, he understood further that his gorgeous muscular body is in fact nothing more than a meaty fuck toy. He became increasingly desperate. And finally, he lost his mind as his eyes crossed into a wicked twisted grin: your boyfriend was broken. Done for. Destroyed. Forever fucked into a muscle slut. Perhaps only now, can he finally start to accept his position at the very bottom of the food chain, despite whatever he’d worked hard to obtain.

We all pulled out at once, hard. And your poor muscular boyfriend immediately got sent into seizure as his gut meat were mercilessly pulled out of him, splashing and rolling on the floor like loose spilled beef.

Well, sorry dude, I don’t think your boyfriend would ever be able to fuck you again. Or fuck anyone, for that matter. He had been shown that what he had between his muscular thighs was not a cock, but merely a clit. Nor would you be able to fuck him, because let’s face it, that shattered disfigured nasty pile of meat that he once called his asshole is in no condition to give any single cock any pleasure at all. So you might as well donate this muscular fuck toy to us, we’ll make sure he gets stuffed by tens of cocks at once. What do you say? Deal?

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

This is your cocky boyfriend. Guess what he is doing now?

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Int NumTimesBred = 0;

Int NumCocksHad = 0;

}

Void Fuck (Victim MuscleBoy) {

Push();

Pull();

If (MuscleBoy.IsCumming == false) {

Fuck(MuscleBoy);

}

PushHarder();

PullHarder();

Return;

}

Int Main () {

MuscleBoy = New Victim;

If (MuscleBoy == FacingFront) {

cout<<“Turn around and show me that ass!\n”;

}else{

cout<<“Yeah? You’re eager to get fucked?\n”;

}

While (MuscleBoy.IsImpaled == false){

Penetrate();

}

While (MuscleBoy.IsFuckedSilly == false){

Fuck(MuscleBoy);

SlapAss();

cout<<”Oh fuck.. FUCK YEAH!\n”;

CumInsideHim();

MuscleBoy.NumTimesBred = MuscleBoy.NumTimesBred + 1;

}

MuscleBoy.NumCocksHad = MuscleBoy.NumberCocksHad + 1;

Return;

}

(Thanks to Luxuris for inspirations!)

Try to follow the logic. It's not too bad.

My nephew, that is Johnny right here, had grown into such a huge muscle hunk. Obviously he took roids, and I was proud to be his inspiration for that fine choice. Since he busted me on the very first day, we also talked about a lot of other things. Like enjoying getting fucked. It was quickly very apparent to both of us that we share a LOT in common.

So the conversation got heated quickly. Before long, we had our fingers inside of each other’s sloppy cunt. Then we had our fists punching into each others’ muscle butt as we both squirmed and came. By the third day, we were shoving the entirety of our musclebound arms into each other’s fuck hole, stretching them to their limits and cumming like mad men.

Let me confess: I tried to dominate my muscled nephew, I'm the dominant bull here after all right? Even with huge dildos stuffed in our cunts, I tried to assert dominance. But oh boy, Johnny here, when he gets fucked into ecstasy, he becomes a REAL monster... He ended up destroying my pussy and turned me into a pile of whimpering fuck meat.

We used a lot of toys, we talked about how each felt, we had all types of nasty scenarios to roleplay. They were right, family should always stick together. He was planning to move back to the cities after visiting me, but very quickly that plan was scratched, and he decided to live here with me permanently.

He’d call his college friends over too, where dozens of big cocked young man breed us slutty muscle hunks all day and all night. Sometimes I take him to vacations, where we get fucked by strangers with cocks of various colours and shapes. For a good three years, we just fucked and wrecked each other’s pussy, it was all heaven on earth.

But, one day my sister, his mother, decided to visit us unannounced. So she of course saw us fucking right in her face. In shock we tried to stop, but it was too late, we were at the point of cumming. So both of our cum gushed right onto her new clothes, into her terrified eyes. And that’s why we’re here at this sex addict meeting, because my sister thought we are sex addicts. Well, we kinda are.

But so are you.

So let’s be real. The only reason that we’re both here to tell you this story, is to get you horny and come home with us to our ranch. You can live there with us as long as you like, provided that you’ve got a huge cock, and that you’d fuck us with it every day. Yeah, I see all of you are already rock hard, and from the shapes of it quite a few of you are more than qualified on the size department! So what do you say, deal?

Oh and don’t worry about my sister. She’s had more cocks than both of us combined. She’s just forcing us to do this meeting for cumming right onto her new clothes. She doesn’t give a fuck otherwise. So come on dudes, our pussies are already twitching.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

Words spread fast. Before long, the whole football team knew that I was a muscle whore drunk on cocks, that I was being fucked by coach and my best friend every single day, that sometimes they even do it together.

So naturally, the entire football team joined the fun. I was finally able to enjoy all of these big cocks.

My last year of college was spent by getting impaled 24/7 by my team mates. Every morning after practice I’d take off my shorts, split down on the lawn, and show these stallions my over used muscle ass. I guess my gymnastic trainings in childhood was indeed useful. They’d of course all rush over, and within minutes I would be stuffed with cock in every hole. They’d fuck me so hard that at the end of it I always pass out on the lawn, covered in their cum, and filled up by their cum from the inside.

Yet even that was not the end of it. Soon the whole college learned what a cock loving slut I was. Everyone wanted to get a piece of this muscle jock, this arrogant homophobic football captain who turns out to be the most slutty of cock lovers. In this last year of college, I was fucked by almost every student at the school, freshman and seniors alike. I was traded like a meaty item by my team, rented out to huge sex parties in exchange of a dozen of chicks for my team mates --- and of course, I alone can take more cocks than all of those chicks combined, so my team always regret their trades and always wanted to get me back instead.

By the time I graduate, even the professors and deans were fucking me in their office. I think that was the only reason that I was able to graduate, because among all these intense all day fuck fests I really wasn’t doing much school work.

Oh, those were great years.

After graduation however, I suddenly found myself having nowhere to go. So I went back home to visit my uncle’s ranch. I wanted to spend a few month there, and then maybe go back to the big cities and work as an escort. The money is good, and I know people loved my muscle ass. But most importantly, I just couldn’t stand the thought of not getting fucked in the ass everyday.

But that plan was changed shortly after I’ve arrived at my uncle Kurt’s ranch. Because the very first thing I saw when I pushed open his doors, was this huge muscular man moaning and cumming, with a gigantic bottle shoved deep down his disfigured hole.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

After I got back to my ranch from the vacation, it was so unbearable. I got used to getting gang fucked by all the tourist on the island every single day, that now I’m without fresh big cocks, I was going insane. Objects just don’t do it anymore. I had to use bigger and bigger things.

By the time I was able to shove a 2-L bottle down my pussy, I knew that there is no going back. I was destined to be a muscle bitch for life. I just need my fuck hole stretched so fucking much.

Soon, I was even swallowing road blocks down my hungry cunt. Yeah, those big items stretched me good, stretched me till I came over and over, but I knew that I still need something else. I needed actual men.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

I started to take roids in third year college. I told my team that I was doing it for sport, but really I just got addicted to the idea that a huge muscle man was getting ravaged by other men’s cocks. And I wanted to be that huge muscle man. By the way, by third year I was already the captain of the football team, I was really good. But I was starting to crumble, wanting to reveal my bedroom secrets to my team. Not because I wanted “self truth” or whatever bullshit like that, simply because I wanted my team to use my fucked-up sloppy mancunt so badly. I still cared about football very much, I cared about team dynamic, but by now my slutty sexual drive have went through the roof and forced me to accept even the most nasty side of myself.

I thought about taking roids for a while actually. My uncle Kurt took them for years, and he got absolutely massive. But I’ve heard stories that roids will mess up your hormones. It’ll make you super horny and filled with testosterone on one hand, but on the other hand the body produces lots of female hormones to balance it so you get gyno and all. The rumor is that gyno is not the only thing you get. Some say you literally start to milk from your tits like a woman, and you increasingly want to be pounded like a woman too despite being a huge alpha male. Apparently roids increase prostate size too, so actually getting pounded would feel even better. So after I’ve gotten fucked secretly for more than a year, I was more than OK with all of these previously worrisome side effects.

I can confirm that those rumors were not untrue. I got so horny so fast, and I wanted to get fucked in the most nasty of ways constantly.

Eventually I caved in to my slutty desires. I bent over and got fucked by coach in his office. Fucked so hard that my engorged tits started to milk, and I was gushing cum while squirming like a bitch the whole time.

Next I sought out my best friend, who was also on the team. He was originally a little hesitant, but as soon as I bent over and he saw what a muscle slut I was, he got hard immediately and stretched my ass so wide with his enormous cock that I came within seconds.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

I thought I was stuffing things into my own ass because I was bored at the ranch. I thought it was all just a naughty little thing I do. But no. I booked a private vacation on an island, and all I did the whole week there was stuffing things down my cunt and cumming to it. Gotta say, the more I fucked myself the better it felt, it’s as if my nerve endings moved away from my cock to my ass and prostate.

Soon my ass has been stretched out of shape, it was literally a disfigured sloppy pussy between my huge muscular ass cheeks. But instead of being horrified, I was actually very turned on by my body’s transformation --- Even proud of it for some reason. Perhaps the horrified realization that I now have a loose pussy between my ass cheeks was exactly what was hot about it. I extended my vacation on the tropical island by a month, because I was eager for something more. I wore thongs to beaches, acted as if I was just being my relaxed self, but in fact whenever I turn around all the horny men on the beach gawked at how my fat engorged pussy lips were squeezed and popped out from both side of the tight G string down my crack. I even caught a few men grabbing their cocks while staring at my ass in shock. That felt so good. I cannot deny that a large part of my life long lifting and bodybuilding was so that I can enjoy guys watching me in admiration and jealousy. Now there’s something even more satisfying when they watched me: desire. They wanted that ass, they wanted that pussy. I was the centre of the attention, not only for my huge muscles but also my sloppy cunt. That felt exhilarating.

Then I took it further. Whenever I took a shower from the gym, I’d take my time to bend down and grab shampoo bottles, my muscle ass pointed directly at the other men in the shower. No doubt they gawked at what a messy sloppy fuck hole I’ve got in the centre of that muscle ass, lips droopy and fleshy, sphincters stretched so much that they permanently form a donut ring. And they got hard just looking at my cunt --- there was nowhere to hide in the showers, I knew they got hard, and they knew I knew.

So for the first time, I got fucked by other men, by actual hot cocks. Very big ones too. I got fucked right there in the shower, one man rammed that thick cock into my sloppy cunt while the other shoved his huge meat down my throat. Within minutes I moaned like a slut and got fucked to cum.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

By my second year at college, I had became a lot bolder. I was so starved of cocks, that I eventually took risks, and let those sissy homo twinks fuck me in secrecy. To my shock, many of them actually have huge cocks, and they fucked me to cum so easily, had be squirming and screaming in no time. They would often bound me up and fuck me as if they were using a fleshlight, and I loved it. I said I hated it at the time, but I really loved it.

I was still in denial, thinking that I’m just using their big cocks like dildos, which meant that I’m not gay at all. But over time, that arrogance started to wane as I slowly realized what a muscle slut I was, how desperate I was for big cocks. I’d suck them off in the middle of a class, I’d beg them to fuck me in the bathroom stall before and after practice. I was becoming more and more of a man whore.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

Hey fellas, my name is Kurt, and I’m a sex addict. I’m Johnny’s uncle, and I own a ranch outside of the city. It’s not a huge ranch, but big enough to keep me busy and earn me a comfortable life. I’ve walked down this dark path many years ago, I guess loneliness at the ranch had got to me, and I just really did whatever I pleased. One day I stumbled across this porn site right, and I saw a big muscle dude getting nailed by a huge cock in the ass. I thought, shit, how is this possible? I mean the dude was literally fucked senseless, his pussy was so loose that his gut got dragged out with each pull. I was so shocked. I mean of course I knew there were homos out there, that some dudes liked it up the ass. But I’ve always thought those are sissy boys and twinks. What shocked me was that even a huge bodybuilder in that video could be so slutty. Not just that, but he got fucked to cum, and he definitely loved it. It made him squirm like a whore. In such shock, I find my own feelings becoming very complicated, and I got very hard. A few days later, I started trying to shove things down my ass.

It didn’t take long, a few days of fucking myself, I started to love it. It gets me so horny, knowing that a big muscle freak like myself likes it up the ass. Some sick perverted thoughts. But hey, when you live alone in a ranch it’s perfectly normal to have sick perverted thoughts.

I’d film myself getting fucked by objects, and watch the playback while still having things stuffed in me. I’d do it in front of mirrors. I don’t know, the idea that such huge macho man like myself can be broken into a total slut just gets me so hard. It’s so wrong that it’s right. The brain is a strange thing eh? No one really have control over how these feelings go, no one really have control over their own cock. We can probably figure out the why and the how once we’re there, but it could so easily go in two very different directions at the time.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

Hi everyone, I’m Johnny, and I’m a sex addict. I’ve walked down this dark path since my first year of college. No longer living in my parents’ house, I was free to explore my own body --- and quickly I realized how good it felt to have something stuffed in my ass. I did gymnastics since a young age, so it was easy for me to be bent into all types of positions while fucking myself with an object, so I did that every single day, multiple times per day. And by “times”, I meant that I fuck myself to orgasm using anything I can find in the dorm kitchen and in my buddies’ drawers.

All of this was hidden away from others and done in the privacy of my own dorm room, because I was young and shy. My desires had just developed. Being so young, I was afraid to be called a fag by my team mates, as you know, sport culture is so hyper masculine that it is extremely homophobic. It’s almost like, the homoerotic atmosphere is so constantly looming over every locker room, that everyone had to try extra hard to differentiate themselves from it, precisely because they’ve felt it too. They’ve felt the masculinity oozing in the air, and they liked it, that’s why they were in sports to begin with. But they were at the same time, very afraid. I was one of them back then, a promising football player, a hot muscle jock that girls swoon over and guys admired highly. I couldn’t risk it, no matter how desperately I wanted some of my team mates to pound my ass. A big human cock must feel so much better than the cucumbers and egg plants.

But back then, you see, I was just too young, too afraid. My lust hasn’t been developed to the point that I would forfeit all to fulfill it. I was a closeted muscle jock, who at the time didn’t even realize what I wanted. I kept telling myself: I’m not gay, I just like it up the ass and maybe I like the idea of muscles and cocks. Not gay. Every man likes muscles, that’s why we try to become muscular ourselves despite girls not necessarily being attracted to them. We’re really just doing it because we like it, and maybe for other men to see too. Nothing wrong with that. And we like cocks, we draw cock doodles, because that’s where our joy comes from. Of course we like cocks, cocks give pleasure, it is a simple connection. Doesn’t mean I’m gay. In fact, I was very aggressive to the “homos” in public, now I think about it I was exactly the big closeted muscle jock who was aggressively in self denial.

But now I see. Every man loves muscles and cocks because every man on earth is at least a little gay. You’ve gotta be extremely self unaware and/or self-loathing to not appreciate such manly features on yourself, a man. And I was a manly man, a self aware and very self-loving manly man. I loved my own ass every day.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)

Story of two men and their journeys growing into insatiable muscle beasts.

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Adapted from Macho Motel (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from Macho Motel (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from Macho Motel (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

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Here is the file for you to download and play at any time! It can also be found at gamcore.com

https://www.dropbox.com/s/rn929uasmv657v6/MotelNewGamCore.swf?dl=0

Desription: Logan was just released from prison for sex crimes, the only job he could find was as a janitor for the Macho Motel. In the meantime he must work as a fuck toy for the guests. Get reputation 2000 or -2000 to reach the ending. Read texts to know what each guest wants, because satisfying their needs impacts your reputation. Check all instructions in the game.

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Thanks for your support! Here is the background music for The Cull's main theme.

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The beefy muscle hunk has by now been reduced to a complete macho slut. There’s nothing that makes him happier than a big cock. His entire existence has one purpose: to serve cocks. He still lifts weight to get bigger, such that he could attract more cocks and serve these cockss better. After all, it is the duty of the muscle whore to keep packing those muscles for the enjoyment of his fuckers. Gym fee was not an issue, because he gets fucked by the gym owner in the bathroom stall every single day. Sometimes he gets fucked by all the trainers in the gym at once in the locker room. Outside of the gym, the beefy muscle hunk doesn’t even need to drink or eat --- men’s cum filled up his guts constantly. He of course needed to sleep, but he doesn’t need his own place for that, because he just stays from one man’s house to another at night, depending on whose house has a huge orgy going on. He sleeps, workout, and get fucked. Only three things that he does nowadays, absolutely nothing else. That means he doesn’t even need a job: no need to pay rent, no need to buy food, no need to pay for gym membership, he just gets fucked 8-12 hours everyday.

And he loved it. At this point, he had long been fucked silly, fucked crazy, and this once proud alpha male was nothing more than a pile of beefy fuck meat. He sucks cocks like a pro, he swallows cum as if it’s milk, and his loose pussy can fit several cocks in there at once.

For the rest of his life, the beefy muscle hunk would go on to live as a muscle slut, serving tens of thousands of men, treated nothing more than a public property. Some may think this is a cruel fate, but to him, everyday was filled with joy and excitement. After all, what is life but a constant cycle of desire and satisfaction --- a cycle that many takes a lifetime to complete, but to this broken muscle slut, it comes so easy, and it happens every day.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for the inspiration!)

You still resist. Why do you still resist? Heh. You’ve been fucked to cum by big dildos, your swollen tits squrt out milk every time you orgasm, you know that muscular body of yours is now nothing more than a sensitive meaty fuck toy. Must be your pride eh? Pride of being an alpha male?

I see that you’re tormented. Your tears don’t lie. But so doesn’t your rock hard cock --- You feel good don’t you, getting stretched wide open like this. Being shockingly humiliated daily like this. Doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel good to know that what you’ve desperately tried to protect, your manhood, your masculinity, is now completely shattered? It must feel liberating. Let me liberate you even further, my friend.

Oh you scream. You yell. But I bet your mind is fucked by pleasure right now from having your cunt stretched to its absolute limit by two huge dildos at once. Soon, soon the overwhelming pleasure and pain will confuse you even further, and you’ll finally reach a revelation --- so just let go. The moment you do, you’ll feel so much better.

Ah, there you go. That laughter, I’ve heard it from all of your hunky teammates when they too had finally been broken. Congratulations buddy, you are now officially a muscle slut. Your mind is fucked, and you will desperately and shamelessly seek out cocks. What a perfect ending, you’ll be happily drunk on cocks, and everyone else will be happily enjoy that muscle ass of yours.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for the inspiration!)

Fuck… FUCK! He’s ruinning me… He’s wrecking my ass… No… I can already feel my shit hole becoming so loose and sloppy since he started stuffing it with objects every day. At this rate, I’d be turned into a muscle bitch! I can’t… No I’m a MAN! A big, macho, proud, and manly muscle man! I can’t be turned into a muscle slut like all the other guys…

But… Oh FUCK! It feels… It feels so good when it is stretched wide open, and when my prostate is pounded against… No! NO!!! What’s happening to me?! Oh fucking shit! I have to resist… I have to resist it… AHHH!!!! FUCK!!! He just… He just stuffed an XXL dildo up my ass! FUCK! I can’t hold it anymore… SHIT IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! I’m gonna… I’m…

AHHHH!!! F… FUCK!!! I got fucked to cum… AHHH!!! SHIT! My pecs… My big juicy pecs… My nipples… They’re spurting out milk!!! I’m… I’m… Fucked into a muscle bitch!

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for the inspiration!)

“Dude… DUDE! What the fuck are you doing?! No! No please!!! Ahhhh!!! My ass!!!”

“Heh, I’ve wanted to do this to you for quite a while now. You know, ever since you’ve joined the football team in high school and became a big muscle hunk, you’ve gotten more and more cocky. Now is a perfect time to turn you back into an obedient good boy.”

“No please! My hole! My hole… Don’t… I’m a man, not some slut to stuff things into! Please don’t…”

“Well, too late buddy. Already stuffed.”

“Ahhhh!!! Take it out please… I beg you… Take it out… Don’t use me like some muscle bitch…”

“Oh is that tears I see? You should’ve done something back when your team mates were picking on me then. By the way, you know where they are right now? Getting fucked. They’ve been turned into complete muscle sluts years ago. I saved you for last, all because we are such good friends who grew up together.”

“No… No…Ahhhh!!!”

“What? I’m just doing what you asked, taking it out. And then stuff it back in, but remembering what you said I took it out again. Oops, my memory isn’t so good, stuffed it in again --- but no worries, let me take it out again.”

“Ahhh… AHHHH!!!”

“Oh shut it big boy. Soon you’ll cum to this. All your previous teammates certainly did.”

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspiration!)

I was breathing loudly. My girlfriend’s dad was lying on the bed, his ruggedly handsome face twisted into a dirty grin, eyes fixated on me like those of an eagles. That big hunky muscle man was already fully naked, lifting up one of his own thick legs to expose that fucked-sloppy hole of his. Obviously, he has had a lot of experience taking huge cocks, or dildos, up his mancunt. It’s a miracle that his wife and daughter haven’t found out yet. Perhaps that was what made him bold enough to try to seduce me in his own home.

“Come on Kenny, you’ll give me a prostate exam yeah? Help your future father-in-law would ya son?” His voice was hoarse, lust-tortured, filled with a deep masculine timbre. The room quickly filled up with the scent of testosterone, like an invisible aroma it made me dizzy from lust. I can’t deny it. My girlfriend’s muscle daddy is a fine piece of prime beef meat.

Last month I went camping with my girlfriend’s family. In the camp site washroom, the big muscle man gawked at my monster cock as we stood at the urinals side by side. I saw his shocked eyes turning from disbelief, self-doubt, shame, to eventually a slutty desire. He was staring and swallowing, his own cock was getting visibly engorged, it was too easy to spot. Not that I was a stranger to grown big muscle men getting their pride and soul crushed at the presence of my huge cock, but it was immediately obvious that my girlfriend’s daddy was a bit different. As he stared at my cock his big juicy glutes twitched intensely, meaning that his pussy was already oozing in anticipation. That was when I found out for sure that my future father-in-law was a true muscle bitch in hiding. That very night, as he gorged and choked on my monster cock like a true slut in the woods, merely a few feet away from the tents of his wife and daughter, my predictions were confirmed loud and clear.

And now, I finally get to use that muscle ass of his for my own pleasure. I’m sure he anticipates this much more than I do.

“Mmmmm that’s it boy… Oh FUCK it’s huge… FUCK yeah…” He immediately started to moan and squirm as I stretched open his fuckhole with my gigantic meat. His eyes were dazed, he was grinning like a true muscle slut. It won’t take more than 5 minutes to fuck this big alpha male’s brain out of him.

I started to pound harder and harder, getting into heat myself. Soon I felt like I was merely using this big buff muscle toy in the only way he deserved: a bottom bitch sex toy. His entire musclebound body shook violently with my pounding, huge pecs bouncing up and down, engorged tits soon started to ooze roided milk. His moan and groan became louder and louder, higher and higher pitched, his expression became more and more crazed. Soon, my girlfriend’s muscle daddy was screaming like the sluttiest of sluts, totally destroyed and mesmerized by my monster cock that stretched him to his limits.

Soon, as I dumped my first load into his gut, the big muscle hunk himself nutted right there purely from getting fucked hard in the ass. He trembled, quivered, eyes rolled back and face twitched, gushing out his hot semen and confirming once again to us both how big of a cock slut he was. I wasn’t nearly finished however. For the next 3 hours I kept on pounding this piece of muscular fuck meat, forgetting that he was my future father-in-law, forgetting that he was a macho muscle man, forgetting that he was a person at all --- “It” was just a piece of fuck toy to satisfy my own primal urges. “It” was to be used and abused however fuck I want. Again and again I unload my seed into his gut, gradually bulging it out. And finally, as I shoot out my 10th load into him, the big burly muscle man couldn’t hold it anymore, and my cum gushed out from his nostrils, his mouth, as he himself trembled in shock.

“Oh shit… That’s hot!” I grinned as I watched my future father-in-law getting fucked into a wreck, and wanted to quickly snatch my phone to take a photo. Yet I forgot something. The huge muscle man’s pussy was so mercilessly destroyed, than when I pulled out my monster cock too rapidly, his inside got dragged right out of his shattered disfigured cunt! Oh boy, how was he going to explain to his wife about this, it doesn’t seem that he’d recover from this nasty prolapse anytime soon.

He of course, passed out from the extreme physical shock. I simply left the room a little worried. But I’m sure he’ll find an explanation to fool his wife, he had been doing it for years. Perhaps constipation? Anyways. I was a satisfied and hopeful young man. I knew from that moment that almost everyday for the rest of my life, I’d be able to fuck my beefy father-in-law in the most disgusting and degrading ways, and he’d LOVE it. In fact, he’d beg for it. We’d fuck in the car, fuck in the tub, fuck wherever we could right under the nose of our unsuspecting wives. And although he would be the macho man of the house, we would both know who the true man is.

(Thanks to Luxuris for the inspiration!)

Are you going to Scar Bro Fair?

Party, cage, rosebud, dick and hind.

Remember me to one who pigs there.

He once was a true love of mine.

Tell him to fetch me a cum eating perv (deep throating thing)

Party, cage, rosebud, dick and hind

Without no fist nor dildo work (blanking out bedclothes with jizz of the fountain)

Then he’ll be a true love of mine (seeps unaware of the man’s begging call)

Tell him to find me a place he can bend (a massing of beef)

Party, cage, rosebud, dick and hind (watches and craves with every pierce)

Between meaty buttcheeks and that which stands (A stallion cleans and polishes his gun)

Then he’ll be a true love of mine

Tell him to rip it with a meaty bitchmaker (Whore bellows yearning in leather and thick chains)

Party, cage, rosebud, dick and hind (Slutty hoe beckons their stallions to fill)

And shatter his all in a punch of fervor (and to fuck for a cause that’s long ago forgotten)

Then he’ll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scar Bro Fair?

Party, cage, rosebud, dick and hind.

Remember me to one who pigs there.

He once was a true love of mine.

(Thanks to Luxuris for the inspiration!)

Hey, you there! Yeah that means you stud. Wanna come and play with this big muscle daddy? Come on, I’ll just take 10 bucks from ya, and you can do whatever you want with me. How about that son? Come give big daddy some loving…

Oh… Oh look, your buddy’s already doing it… Yeah you like that big beefy ass of mine boy? Oh shit you’re big… Mmmm…. Fuck yeah stretch my hole wide open… Mmmmm… Mmmm!!! There you go… Ha… Ha… Come join your buddy son, look how much fun he’s having with my pussy… Oh fuck yeah…

Oh… Oh shit… Shit you’re good boy… Fuck you’ve done this before haven’t you… SHIT! You… Easy boy… FUCK! My prostate! Oh fuck… Fuck me… Mmmmm… It’s so good… Oh fuck you’re pounding me too hard I can’t… Shit shit! No please… It’s too soon ease off son I can’t… AAAhhhh!!! FUCK! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME TO CUM!!! FUCK ME TO… I’m… SHIT! I’m CUMMING!!!

Phew… Ha… Ha… That will be 10 bucks, just stuff it in my cum filled fuck hole, heh. Well it was nice doing business with ya boys, if you want more tomorrow, you know where to find me.

(Thanks to Luxuris for the inspiration!)

The muscle boy struggled, terrified of what was going to happen to him now that he was bound to the alter. He knew what was going to happen, he had been serving at the temple of minos for a long time, so he was fully aware that every full moon, a prime muscle boy was to be sacrificed to the minotaur. There was nothing that the minotaur enjoys more: the masculine yet youthful body of a muscle boy that just came of age was all the demi-god desired.

But this muscle jock boy, being the most handsome and masculine of them all, arrogantly thought that there would be no way that they’d sacrifice him instead of one of the other boys. After all, powerful men in the city were lined up to fuck his ass. But he was wrong. Those powerful men fought with each other over his bubble butt for so long, that they had reached an agreement: if none of them were to own the muscle boy’s ass themselves, no one else should own it.

Let it be destroyed and disfigured by the minotaur, for life.

The muscle jock boy was cocky. He was arrogant. He played with fire, for years he pitted those powerful men against each other as if he was the one in charge, as if it was simply the case that others shall lust after him and hence listen to his every word. Naturally, he didn’t prepare and he practically walked right into the trap. And now he was going to pay, getting turned from the object of every citizen’s desire to a used up muscle toy that every beggar in the street was free to take turn fucking.

The boy moaned, kicked, tried to delay the inevitable. Yet it happened too fast.

His eyes shot right open as his muscular body tensed up in a fracture of a second. His juicy muscles twitched, his youthful seed gushed right out of his young meaty cock, and his smooth muscular stomach instantaneously bulged to twice its original size as that enormous bovine cock appeared out of nowhere and impaled him in one powerful plunge!

One plunge was all it needed. The gigantic cock pulled out just as violently, and much of the cocky boy’s guts were dragged out of his shattered disfigured cunt. Sloppy, disgusting, permanently teared and ruined, the muscle boy’s faded empty eyes immediately announced his fate: the shock and the intense sensation had broke him for good. He’d never again be that arrogant pretty muscle boy. From now on, he was a public toilet, branded by the minotaur to take all cocks, even slave cocks, whenever and wherever.

The muscle stud had finally accepted his fate. Such liberation. He started to enjoy it, every bit of it, and not long after he could barely function without it.

None stop training had transformed the big beefy stud into something that the prideful muscle jock would never accept. Yet he has to. Will he finally break?

Blackmailing means daily training for the poor muscle hunk friend. His big bulky body begins to adapt, yet his jock pride still resists. How long could he keep on resisting?

One childhood friend grows big and muscular, and becomes a popular stud. While the other seemed to wither into distant memory. Little do others know, the smaller friend had been growing in unseen places. And now he seeks to make things right with his grown-apart buddy.

This is a picture of my ex. He used to be such a cocky muscle hunk. Yet years later when I saw him again, it was at the Scar Bro Fair, where he was just one of the many meaty toys to be used and abused there.

My girlfriend's hunky dad is a piece of work... So demanding, so needy, so manipulative. He asked for it, and I gave it to him --- But before he realized in shock that he had bitten off more than he could chew, he was broken for good.

A few young men on a road trip encountered a muscle daddy in need of some cash. What a reversed position they found themselves to be in. What an opportunity.

A muscle jock has been selected to become the sacrifice to the ever-so-horny Minotaur. He might make it out alive, but he most definitely will not be as much a man as before.

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

Description: This is an action side-scrolling RPG featuring gory ball-busting of muscle men. A particular hormone therapy experiment gone wrong has resulted in massive production of testosterone in men, turning them into hyper masculine and hyper aggressive beasts. Someone needs to put an end to them, stop their suffering and prevent further spread of this situation. The game has many stages, every stage has a preparation phase (to save, to review moves, etc) and a combat phase (go to the door to enter it). In combat phase, pick up weapons by walking over them. Touching enemies reduces your health (unless you are dodging). Clearing the enemies advances you to the next stage. Check controls in the game.

Here are the individual pages, if you'd like to have them separately!

Adapted from The Cull (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from The Cull (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from The Cull (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from The Cull (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

Adapted from The Cull (flash game), I've compiled some visuals into a mini-comic!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full story and pictures, check out the earlier post!

Finally, here's a beta version! Enjoy the bloody ballbusting!

A muscular janitor at a motel soon learns that he has to double as an escort. RPG, puzzle, full with filthy animations and lots of masculine nudity. Up to 13 different endings, many types of men to have fun with, and many positions to get into.

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

For full stories and pictures, check out the earlier post!

Another bump!

Toronto Institute of Masculine Sexuality

Department of Aphrodisiac Studies

Experiment 3H-0002

Title: Effect of bovine semen extract on genetically enhanced male subjects

Subject information: Subject B was first genetically modified for penile growth, testicular growth, muscle growth, fat loss, metabolism increase, and cardiovascular improvements two years ago. A second modification was granted at his own request to reconstruct his anus alongside colon and intestinal linings. Nerve and receptors were planted/induced for the entire length of his colon linings, as well as his anal opening. His sphincter functions were improved. His prostate was already enlarged from previous testosterone exposure and hence needs no additional surgery to enable pleasure upon heavy pressure. Subject B self reported an average of 10 sexual activities per day, in which most consist of insertion of organic or inorganic objects into his own anus. Subject had reported an average of 3 different sexual partners per day, and a total of more than 1000 different sexual partners since his second operation, most are genetically enhanced human males with especially enlarged penis. Inspection of subject B’s anus shows significantly worn down tissues with a noticeable loss of elasticity. Subject B is recommended to undergo a further operation for his own pleasure after the conclusion of this experiment.

Objective: The objective of this study is to observe and analyze the effect of bovine semen extract on genetically enhanced human males.

Methodology: bovine semen extract is administered to the subject orally every 2 hours. The subject is isolated in a medical observation chambre. All objects were removed from the chambre. The subject is moderately restrained to avoid self harm dur to heightened lust. Subject had been exposed to the observation chambre in a previous controlled study, the result of which suggest that he is not affected by either the constrainment, the appearance of the chambre itself, or the prolonged study period.

Observation 1, February 10, 2105, 8 pm

Subject B pants heavily and trembles visibly. Subject’s sphincters are noticeably engorged, twitching continuously and excreting clear viscous fluid. Subject’s anus expands and contracts rapidly, revealing colon linings. Subject’s penis grows in size slowly, due to the priority of engorgement given to his anus, possibly a feature of his physical adaptation to excessive anal sex.

Observation 2, February 10, 2105, 10 pm

Subject B moans loudly, his eyes losing focus, possible sign of lust induced trance. Such quickened state of trance is very common for genetically enhanced human males who have underwent operations on their anus and receive excessive anal penetration, hence it is ignored for now. Subject B attempts to wiggle and nudge his own glans into his fully engorged anus by sitting on it. Subject B succeeds in auto-penetration, his facial expression suggests immense relief. Subject rocks back and forth fervently, the lust-induced trance seems to deepen despite his self-penetration, possibly an effect of the bovine semen extract.

Observation 3, February 10, 2105, 11 pm

Subject B’s penis is now fully expanded, his anal opening is stretched and disfigured. The skin surrounding his anus seems to be at risk of lesion. Subject is uncontrollably screaming out obscene sentences of a sexual nature, the content of which focus on the encouragement of extremely harmful penetration of himself. The subject seems dissatisfied even though his anus is already disfigured. Subject B tries to again wiggle and nudge his own engorged testicles into his anus. Subject succeeds in pushing his own testicles through his anal opening, results in the tearing of his anal tissues and possible testicular damage. Subject had demanded to not be taken out of the experiment until he ejactulates at least once, such was the term of his participation, hence subject is left alone despite possible damages.

Observation 4, February 11, 2105, 1 am

Subject B ejaculated into himself. Subject’s ejaculation lasted more than 15 minutes, possibly due to the fact that his testicles are being heavily pressured inside of his colon. Subject is in hysteria, risk of permanent self harm is high, a team is sent in to stop the experiment. Subject’s anal opening is critically teared, anal cavity permanently enlarged. Subject B is sent to a nearby hospital, an operation to reconstruct his anus is requested.

Discussion and Conclusion: Bovine semen extract seems to induce a lust-driven trance rapidly in the subjects, especially those who have masochistic tendencies or ones who prefer sexual intercourse through the use of their own anus. The lust-driven trance developed from exposure to bovine semen extract may have a permanent effect on the subjects, resulting in an exaggerated preference for dangerous and risky sexual desires and an immediately noticeable transfer of nerve endings from their penis to their prostate and anus. Caution needs to be used before ascribing bovine semen extract as an aphrodisiac for genetically enhance human males, especially ones preferring the receiving role in anal sex.

Toronto Institute of Masculine Sexuality

Department of Aphrodisiac Studies

Experiment 3H-0001

Title: Effect of bovine testicular extract on genetically enhanced male subjects

Subject information: Subject A was genetically modified to excrete a maximum level of testosterone. His inhibitory genes for muscle and genital growth was also knocked out. He underwent the modification as he joined our previous studies one year ago, the procedure was performed by injection of plasmids into his spinal chord, followed by promotion of cellular DNA transfusions through benign viral serum. Within 6 months of surgery subject’s erect penis has grown 425% in both length and girth, subject’s phallic structures showed enhanced strength to allow stiffness comparable to conditions prior to the experiments. Subject’s testicles have grown 230% in volume and 540% in weight, semen production had increased dramatically, alongside testosterone excretion and the resulting sexual drive. Subject’s rate of metabolism tripled, with no sign of telomere deterioration. Subject’s muscle mass doubled, while body fat halved. Subject’s heart function had improved dramatically, allowing rapid erections to take place without tasking the heart excessively. Other bodily functions also improved. It is possible that subject had some permanent loss of cognitive ability, including a 10% drop in Intelligent Quotient and visible episodes of lust-induced frustration, but such side effects were not critical impairments.

Objective: The objective of this study is to observe and analyze the effect of bovine testicular extract on genetically enhanced human males.

Methodology: bovine testicular extract is administered into the subject’s bloodstream via surgical needles every 2 hours. The subject is isolated in a medical observation chambre. All objects were removed from the chambre to avoid consequences during a possible violent episodes or scenarios where the subject loses control due to hormonal urges. The subject is moderately restrained, especially his hands, to avoid excessive masturbation due to both boredom as well as heightened sexual desire during the study. Subject had been exposed to the observation chambre in a previous controlled study, the result of which suggest that he is not affected by either the constrainment, the appearance of the chambre itself, or the prolonged study period.

Observation 1, January 4, 2105, 8 pm

Subject A pants heavily, struggles to free himself, the aim is most likely to enable masturbation. Subject’s penis is fully erect, clear fluid excretes from the urethra constantly. Evidence for a loss of rationality under the influence of intense hormonal secretion. The struggle continued for 45 minutes before the subject fell unconscious.

Observation 2, January 5, 2105, 10 pm

Subject A’s penis has been erect for an entire day. No sign of bruising and/or cardiovascular overload, last check up reveals perfectly healthy conditions other than spiked hormonal levels. Subject’s penis grew 20% in both length and girth due to prolonged period of engorgement, the weight of the enlarged penis forces itself to tilt toward subject’s face. Subject begins to rub his face on his own glans. Subject ejaculates for the first time after 25 minutes of continuous motion, the ejaculation lasted for 5 minutes, possibly overlay of two consecutive orgasms within a single ejaculation. Such phenomenon is common in genetically enhanced human males. Subject continues to stimulate his own penis, his eyes show a lack of focus, possibly in a lust-induced trance. Actions needs to be taken to prevent self-damage. Subject is induced into sleep through injection.

Observation 3, January 6, 2105, 9 pm

Subject A’s penis retained much of its previous erect size, a surprise finding. Typically, erect penis can be enlarged due to continuous long-lasting erection, but will be back to normal sizes after a day of rest. Yet subject A’s penis seemed to have developed priapism, resulting in permanent size gain after prolonged erection. Symptoms of priapism had not been seen ever since the first case of genetic enhancement, until now. Subject’s erect penis grew into a size comparable to the last observation in less than 5 minutes. Subject’s erect penis tilted down due to the size and weight, akin to last observation. Subject A takes an unexpected action and performs auto-fellatio on himself. Subject A ejaculates into his own mouth, possible risk of choking. Emergency actions need to be taken. A team is sent in to end the experiment, subject risk drowning in his own semen due to the excessive amount of materials he produces in each ejaculation. Subject A is unconscious, but otherwise safe and healthy. Subject A is sent to nearby hospital to recover.

Discussion and Conclusion: Bovine testicular extract increases testosterone levels in subjects and induced prolonged erections. Excessive administration may induce lust-driven trance and risky, possibly self harming behaviours. Lastly, bovine testicular extract may induce priapism in genetically enhanced human males, which may be further studied as an agent of additional penile growth in target human males.

Months passed, and it was finally summer again, I gladly came home from school. After talking to both of our parents, they’ve all agreed to chide in, and buy us a small cozy apartment not far from my school once september hit again. His mom was still worried, unable to let him go live with me and leave their care. But his dad convinced her --- ultimately, they’d be gone one day, and he needed someone who knew him well to care for him. And they trusted me enough.

Thus, soon began our lives together. That small cozy apartment was always filled with the smell of his musk and cum. And he was genuinely happy there. I started to teach him some new tricks, as now that we are undeniably a couple, and a couple need to get more intimate than handjobs or nipple play.

It is simply impossible for his gigantic cock to penetrate me without killing me, thus the only rational choice is for me to penetrate him. We talked about this, I explained to him that at first there would be discomfort but soon he’d enjoy it. He thought about it for a while, but then just asked me: will you enjoy it, dude? And when I answered yes, he simply nodded with a smile. Anything to make you feel good, he said.

It didn’t take long before we turned his once tight virgin hole into a proper mancunt for my daily use, fully featured with puffy lips and meaty rims. After just a few weeks, he told me that it started to feel better getting fucked than having his huge cock stroke --- perhaps it was just his mutated genes at work, but undeniably his asshole and prostate had became a lot more sensitive, oozing transparent fluid from engorged twitching pussy lips every night as I was about to fuck him. It was great that he now preferred to get his muscle ass fucked by me, but why stop there? I soon taught him how to suck on his own huge cock while I fuck him in the ass --- and he was ecstatic to learn this new trick.

Years go by, we never moved out of this small, cozy apartment. That’s because in four years of undergrad, he had gradually got to know some of the kind people in this building, and were accepted as who he truly was: a gentle loving giant. He was happy. I did not want to disturb that, so I stayed for grad school, another 7 years of it. By the end of my PhD, he had started to volunteer for the building, lifting heavy objects for the superintendent, eventually offered a job doing the same thing. Of course, upon learning of this I immediately decided to stay for post-doc, and go into academia.

So here I am, standing on the podium and speaking to you as your professor. Remember that huge muscle hunk who helped me lifting this projector earlier in the class? That’s him. What I wanted to tell you with this story, is that despite everything changing around rapidly in your life, sometimes it can be so simple. All you need to know is what you really want, what makes you happy. And the realization that this happiness will never come falling out of the sky, you need to make sacrifices and work hard to keep it. And that’s it. Now if you excuse me, I need to go back home and fuck my simple, gentle, huge, muscular husband of 30 years.

I spent the whole summer taking care of his urges for him. Every day I was covered in his delicious gue, every night I slept in his huge muscle arms. But soon came college in September, and I had to leave.

When I came back during Christmas, his parents found me right away, they had a problem. After I went away in September, he was very upset. He didn’t let anyone else take care of his urges, and he asked for me every day. Because his urges were so often not satisfied, he grew temperamental, smashing tables when he got enraged. Consequently, he locks himself in his room because he didn’t want to break things and be a “bad boy”. He didn’t understand what was happening to himself.

But I do.

I rushed over, and was greeted by a surprised giant. We locked ourselves in his room for days, taking care of his urges. During these days, I taught him a new trick that could help him.

The reason that he couldn’t take care of his own lust is simply because his cock was way too huge, stroking simply doesn’t work, it takes too long and he simply couldn’t concentrate for that long. So I bought him a tight pair of elastic underwear, and told him to keep it on. Then I taught him to play with those big juicy nipples on his enormous pecs --- I knew how easily they get engorged under touch. His raging hormones didn’t disappoint, within a few days we were able to turn his big juicy nipples into milk spurting sex organs. And that pair of tight underwear gave enough pressure to his huge cock and balls, that he ends up cumming right in those underwear while playing with his own nipples. It was a great system: the more he plays with his nipples, the more excited he became. The more excited he became, the bigger his cock grew. The bigger his cock grew, the more pressure the underwear pressures onto it, hence the more pleasure he gets. The more pleasure he gets, the more engorged his nipples were.

By the end of the holidays, I left his room knowing that he would be able to take care of himself for another few months. But I also knew that this cannot be a long-lasting solution, we cannot go through 4 years of this. I needed to plan something else out for the long term.

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, but I waited until my 18th birthday to avoid troubles. Not trouble for myself, but trouble for him. After all, he’s almost 10 years older than me, it would invite legal consequences and he won’t be able to defend himself.

He still lives with his parents in the house two doors down from ours. I’ve known him for all my life. When I was little I had little clue about what made him different, but as I grew up I have figured it out on my own without my parents having to tell me about it: he had some type of genetic problem that made him extremely big and muscular since an early age, much like those domesticated hyper-muscular bulls we hear from the news. This comes at several side effects however, immediately noticeable is his significantly lowered intellect, and then as he entered puberty it was obvious that he had an immense sexual urge without the brain capacity to understand what that meant.

He had been always very good to me, I’m his “dude”. He only has one “dude”. He rarely leaves the house, his parents wouldn’t let him, as his huge size and rather odd behaviours would raise alarm everywhere. And all considered, he had always been a very good boy, and a very attractive man in my eyes. His parents used to hire nurses to take care of his urges for him through simple handjobs, but the bill can pile up. Thus they agreed to me taking over this job almost immediately: I’m someone they knew for a long time, and he really likes me, plus I said I wanted to do this to help a dear friend and not for money.

I’m sure they also notice that for years I’ve stared at his huge muscular body with desire, but I don’t think they mind. Afterall, they do want happiness for their son, but options are limited for him, so they don’t want to get in the way. Besides, I’m sure they have always liked me anyways. For those who life hasn’t laid out a clear example of path for, sometimes it just simply needs to be a series of trial and errors, I’m sure his parents were thinking that way.

As for me, I don’t know what this is yet, but I know I want to get my hands on his beefy manly body, and I want him to feel good. I want to help him explore beyond just laying there and getting a handjob.

When I told him that I’d be doing the nurse’s job for him, he seemed very excited. He wasn’t shy about it, I think to him it’s just urges that he has that needs to be taken care of by someone else. It’s just a very fun game that he gets to play several times a day, a game that makes him feel very good, a game that has to be played inside of the house --- not that he can get out much anyways. He had always thought of me as his best friend, so he was ecstatic that he could be playing his favourite game with me. As for me, there were times when I see him as my best friend too, but other times I see him as a dumb but reliable big brother, a helpless sweet giant, a playful tender child, and a hormone oozing sexy man.

I’ve hid behind doors and watched him getting a handjob many times --- sometimes with him knowing, sometimes when he didn’t. I’ve always spent a lot of time at his house playing with him, and he needed “treatment” several times a day, so it was inevitable. And every time I watched as his cum guzzles out of that humongous cock, I’d cum into my pants myself. So in theory, none of this should be too new to me. Yet, the first time that I actually touched that gigantic throbbing meat as he stood there obediently like a big boy receiving a reward, it still made my heart pound as hard as a hammer.

Dude, it feels so good… He whispered in his lust-tortured deep voice, panting and sweating, his bulging muscles twitching as I worked on that meaty shaft. The heat in the room rose quickly, and I soon found myself gushing inside of my own pants. When he finally came, this gentle giant trembled like a volcano, spraying the entire room with his thick creamy seed. I of course tried to lick up and swallow as much as I could.

Ha… Ha… You like my taste? Relieved and relaxed, he smiled as he panted, and asked like an innocent child.

Yes, I assured him. Yes I did, every last drop.

Introduction

The report reflects the scientific findings taken from observations made on a genetically enhanced human male specimen, with implications for the future pharmaceutical as well as recreational use of bovine semen extract.

Introduction

The report reflects the scientific findings taken from observations made on a genetically enhanced human male specimen, with implications for the future pharmaceutical as well as recreational use of bovine testicular extract.

Where did the big puppy wind up?

An alternative way of play for the big puppy.

An auto biography of one man's puppy love with another --- filled with big muscles and filthy details.

The spy was finally revealed, and the entire civilized world was shocked: it was none other than the second in command of the buddhist temple itself. A big muscle monk with battle scars demonstrating his physical prowess, known to be very disciplined and strict, in charge of the martial art trainings of new monks as well as the defenses of the temple. This respected high ranking monk was in fact the leader of the cult, who would have thought, if not for the ballbuster’s brutal but effective interrogation. The young rogue monk who got his big balls crushed by boulders in the temple tunnel was in fact one of the leader’s star pupil, and after his merciless castration, the leader was more and more convinced that the ballbuster is a big threat to his cult. He turned out to be right. The temple kept in contact with the ballbuster, hence the cult leader was able to eventually figure out where the secret hiding place was. But now, everything is exposed.

The battled scarred muscle hunk had a plan B, however. He got wind of his own exposure before the other monks did, and he now climbs in the temple sewers, trying to get out of the temple before his shocked comrades seize him in his room. His big pile of fuck meat dangles between his legs into the sewage water below, it’s disgusting, but he couldn’t care about that right now. A vicious winning smirk was on his face as he kept going: the ballbuster thought he got me?! No, not a chance!

But soon, he realized something was wrong. His big cock and meaty balls started to itch beyond control. This was when he suddenly realized that there was something in the sewage water, dumped in by the ballbuster well in advance! The shocked muscle monk looked down, and saw his once majestic pile of fuck meat turned into a big blob of mutated, tumorous meat! His devious mind blanked out, unable to think or move: how the fuck did it come to this?!

Perhaps he should’ve known this eventual fate 10 years ago when he secretly established the cult. He wanted to lead the temple, so he needed some chaos within its ranks. To do that, he started gathering devious, primal, self-serving muscle hunks around the temple, and turned them into a cult that terrorized the surrounding villages, hoping to create a big enough disturbance and make the public question the temple’s leadership. Because for centuries, the temple was responsible for the stability of the surrounding villages. This movement gradually grew bigger than the muscle monk had anticipated, and he increasingly found himself addicted to the new criminal lifestyle: getting to fuck anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted, was a stark contrast from his temple life.

Yet he should’ve known, eventually it would lead to this very moment, where his big fuck meat is irreversibly mutated and destroyed.

The monk woke up in confusion. He soon realized that he was not dead, both in relief and in shock. Yet when he looked down, what he saw paralyzed him instantly: his cock, his balls, his pride and joy, his symbol of manhood, all gone. Completely.

The engineer walked in. A disturbed muscle monk finally started to scream and shout in hysteria, cursing the engineer, struggling, but simply couldn’t do much in his extremely weakened state. So he had to watch and suffer every second of the pain as the engineer tore open his wound, and attached a stiff big cock along with two heavy balls onto his bare crotch. The muscle monk immediately realized that these are the genitals of his favourite fuck toy, now ripped right out of that big muscle brute and attached to himself. What was the engineer going to do? The broken muscle monk simply didn’t have the capacity to figure it out before he passed out from the pain.

When the muscle monk woke once more, he found himself sitting right in the center of the temple courtyard, bound and with his mouth covered. He couldn’t move at all, possibly paralyzed by something. It was early morning, and the familiar courtyard was empty, as if the stage was just set and the show had yet to start.

Suddenly, the muscle monk moaned in horror as he took a good look at his cock and balls --- or more accurately, another muscle man’s cock and balls attached to his crotch. A thread dangles out of the urethra, with the exposed end burning slowly, as if it was a bomb fuse. The muscle monk suddenly realized what was in that heavy scrotum: not meaty balls, but two hefty bombs! He struggled, groaned, yet nothing could stop the bomb fuse from becoming shorter and shorter. Finally, BOOM! The explosion immediately woke up all the monks, who witnessed both in shock and satisfaction that the traitor was blown into pieces, literally.

With the cult leader finally dispatched, the cult soon dissolved, and every last cruel muscle hunk captured and trained into meaty fuck toys for angry local people. The ballbuster was hailed as a hero. We now know that he had stroke a relationship with the famous beauty that he had helped right from the start, and the beauty was helping him in several missions. In appreciation, the temple gave him a peaceful and serene piece of land in the mountains behind the temple itself, and we speculate that was the place the heroic couple stayed for the rest of their lives: putting away machines and bombs, or perhaps using them to simply better their daily lives, they lived a quiet but most likely happy life.

The lifeless body of the big hairy muscle daddy was brutal to look at: cockless, balls smashed into mush and squeezed right out of the severed cock, big nut sack hung empty between those muscular thighs. All around his muscular corpse as well as the floor beneath him, his own semen, blood, and nut meat slushy piled up into a pool. The hairy muscle daddy was bound up on a pillar, no doubt he was tortured and interrogated.

Most likely, he refused to budge a word at the beginning. He might have even spit into his interrogator arrogantly, confident in his own ruthless masculinity. But soon, punches started to land on the weakest and most delicate part of his enormous body: his cock and balls. The intense stimulation quickly made him engorge, even in his agonizing scream. He probably still refused to budge, or perhaps his mind was so shocked by the pain that he simply could not say anything. Even more possible is that he finally caved in and told the interrogator what he wanted to know --- but the interrogator simply kept on going.

Soon, the muscle daddy’s balls gave out and snapped into chunks inside of his big scrotum. At the same time, that rock hard cock of his also snapped right in the middle of the big meaty shaft. The hairy muscle daddy wailed as a mixture of cum and blood gushed out of him, but this was not the last of the torture.

By the time that the big muscle man’s balls got reduced into a fine mush and squeezed ounce by ounce out of his broken cock, the victim was probably already dead. How lucky.

The interrogator was most likely the ballbuster. He must have a lot of questions, for example how does the cult know about his secret hiding place. It almost certainly meant that there was a spy on his side, and he intended to find out exactly who that would be.

The muscle hunk walked into the bathroom stall, ready to take dump. He was here to put an end to the ballbuster, but somehow that damn engineer must have gotten the wind, and fled. So here he was, patrolling an empty house with his men, hoping that the bastard who brutally castrated his buddies would show up sooner or later.

But a man needs to take care of his urges. His sexual urges is easy to take care off, he can just grab one of his men and rape the poor stud right there in the house. But eventually other urges came up. So here he was, squatting his big muscle legs down, raising that meaty ass, ready to let go. That big juicy pile of fuck meat dangled down between his legs, still covered in cum and blood from fucking one of his muscle boys just hours earlier.

The muscle hunk sighed in relief as a big chunk of turd pushed open his asshole and fell to the hole in the ground. Satisfied, he was not paying enough attention to the surroundings.

Suddenly, the muscle hunk shot his eyes wide open, his entire muscular body tensed up as a sharp pain enveloped his dangling cock and balls! Thin steel wires wrapped around his big juicy man meat in a blink of an eye, and then with lightning speed tightened up all the way, instantly cutting his entire man meat into severed layers! The brutal trap triggered so fast, that the muscle hunk’s man meat was still kept in place as they were diced into pieces!

The shocked muscle hunk finally managed to steer his eyes toward the source of his sudden pain, what he saw blanked him out: his own precious fuck meat, cut into pieces of steak, falling down toward the pile of shit that he just laid himself!

Yet even that is a luxury, as the wires triggered for the second time, shooting out and wrapping around his severed cock and ball chunks, instantly turned them into mush!

As the muscle hunk’s severed genital chunks got squeezed and diced into minced meat, all the juice within it exploded, splashing blood, semen, and nut gut everywhere in the stall! The muscle hunk still couldn’t believe it even as he drew his last breathe --- for this hyper masculine alpha males, this is the most degrading death possible: for in the very last moment of his life, he vividly comes to the realization that his most precious manhood is destroyed, and he is no longer a man.

The ballbuster had a plan afterall, leaving the last devastating trap right before he fled. A trap that once again rendered a violent muscle hunk’s balls into a meat paste.

The beggars had a big presence during all times. They have their own code of conduct and strict organizations. In peaceful times they flourish in orderly fashion, but in troubled times they started to break up as each beggar seeks his selfish interests, trying to take advantage of the moment regardless of previous codes. One such beggar did just that, joining the cult despite his already prominent position in the beggars sect --- an act of betrayal.

This young, ruthless, greedy beggar was however not an easy target to take down, even for the massive beggars sect. He was able to rise to high ranks at such a young age precisely due to his mercilessly practical mentality, his overflowing ambitions, and his intense masculine traits. Nevertheless, this thorn at the side of the beggars sect was found dead in his own tent, his expression still one of shock and disbelief.

He has apparently captured a worthy woman tonight, so worthy that he had to bring back to his tent to enjoy, and flaunt her to others for days to come. But as he stripped down eagerly, hands still behind his muscular back, some device suddenly jumped into action. The muscular rogue beggar groaned in shock as he felt his big meaty balls getting clutched by something metallic. Then that metallic grip became increasingly tight and painful! The muscle hunk trembled in pain and fear, but he did not have long to struggle: before he knew it, BANG! His balls were squeezed into chunks of man meat, ripped open his sack, and splashed everywhere. It was a quick but painful death.

The metallic device was of course the product of the engineer, “ballbuster”. His engravings were clear to see. There are also reasons to believe that this worthy woman must have previous knowledge of the entire plan, she might even be the one setting it into action. Perhaps the ballbuster picked up quite a big following as he helped people to rid of these monstrous muscle hunks, or perhaps he needed to get himself an assistant after he had built a reputation for himself and work orders inevitably piled up.

Taoists, in the shadier branches of its philosophies, have always had a fascination about sex. Some say that the union of men and women provides the much needed balance, thus must be performed as much as possible. Some say that by the same token, if a man wants to become more masculine he shall seek out sex with other men. So it is not too surprising that much like the rogue monks, some taoists would also go rogue. Such is a case here, where one of the top dogs of the infamous cult was a well hung muscular taoist, fervently believing in thrusting himself into everything that moves, even if it kills them.

Unlike the rogue monk, his mutilated body was found in his own taoist temple. Apparently he was able to set up a small temple on top of the mountains. Everyday, he’d descend into the towns beneath the mountains, catch men and women, bring them up to the temple, and fuck them day in day out until they no longer breath. Local officials were weak during those times, the hung muscular taoist had also set up numerous traps on the path toward his temple, so no one was able to stop his crimes for years. The local government gathered as much reward as it could, combined with the offerings of the townsfolk themselves, but all it managed to do was to send a few daring young men to their own death --- death impaled on the muscle taoist’s huge cock.

But that all changed one day.

The taoist was found dead near one of his own traps. The trap was slightly manipulated, such that the taoist himself fell victim as he was about to descend down the mountain path. This trap was supposed to encircle the victim’s feet and then pull the victim up, leaving the person powerlessly hanging in mid-air waiting to be taken. But the muscular taoist, being a kungfu master, managed to quickly react to the situation. In the end, only one of his legs was encircled and pulled up, leaving him in a awkward position, but narrowly escaping certain doom.

The taoist must have been very relieved, thinking he had escaped yet again. But whoever manipulated the trap was apparently hiding nearby. As it was apparent that the trap only succeeded partially, the situation demanded improvisation. So the trap manipulator quickly decided on the best thing to do, and launched toward the disabled muscular taoist from behind the rocks.

Normally, it is almost for certain that the big muscular taoist will win in a fight. But in this case, the muscle man had one of his legs lifted up almost 180 degrees, he simply couldn’t move. Add to the situation was the fact that his pants ripped right off as he was forced to do a split, exposing his gigantic cock and balls hanging freely between his wide spread legs. The trap manipulator aimed precise and aimed fast, and went for this only weakness on that muscular body before the taoist could realize what was happening. Once the trap manipulator grabbed those huge meat with both hands, he pulled as hard as he could, sending the muscular taoist into an agonizing howl and an uncontrollable tremble.

It took a good few minutes, but eventually the trap manipulator was able to tear that big pile of fuck meat right out of the muscular taoist’s crotch. As the screaming taoist watched his own pride and joy getting pulled right off of him, as he watched the base of his cock and balls snapping tissue by tissue, as he watched even the part of his penis hidden inside of himself getting mercilessly pulled out and felt his semen chords snapping under tension, this ruthless muscle man’s entire body was frozen in shock, unable to retaliate. Eventually, as that big pile of wet meat eventually dropped to the ground with a loud slapping sound, blood gushed out of the taoist’s groin, and his merciless grip over the nearby towns was finally over.

We have no evidence from the scene of the muscle taoist’s death to conclude who was the trap manipulator. But according to the records in nearby towns, the famous engineer --- “ballbuster” as they now called him --- was there when all of this happened. It is therefore hypothesized that the engineer came to this part of the nation by accident, learned of the evil deeds of the muscular taoists, and decided to help the locals. Without proper preparation, he couldn’t set up an elaborate trap, hence he simply made use of the taoists’ own traps. One of the taoist’s huge gonad that got pulled right off of him was missing from the scene, but asking around these townsfolk revealed that the engineer took one of the muscle taoist’s balls as a souvenir, and gave it to the townsfolk. This huge man orb is now preserved in chemicals and stored in a container in the town centre for all to see, serving as a reminder of trouble times of the past.

The cult was full of huge hung muscle men, and indulged in uncontrolled fits of lust and violence. One would think that such criminal organizations would consist of only the most savage of men --- but one of the top dogs was in fact, a monk.

Monks, being the embodiment of masculine energy, had always had to deal with their urges. Some of them however, eventually failed to do so, and became outcast from the temples. Once off the leash from strict disciplines, these cast-away monks fully indulge themselves into earthly pleasures. The most iconic of which was perhaps this monk right here: armed with massive genitals and massive urges, muscles honed to perfection through his kungfu trainings, this rogue monk wasted no time to commit to sins that he had to control himself from in his previous life. Violence, death, and tons of sex. Becoming more bold and nasty by the day, he even sought to go back to the temple, steal the tomes, and mercilessly rape-kill his temple brothers who had expelled him.

But monks are known for their wisdom. That is, those who haven’t gone rogue. So the head of the monk already had plans for him should he seek to do such evil deeds --- their problem, their responsibility.

The rogue monk tried to climb his way into the temple through a narrow tunnel that only insiders would know. Being once an insider of the temple, he thought this was his distinct advantage. But in order to climb through such a narrow tunnel, this incredibly big cocked and big balled muscle monk must position his meaty privates behind his crotch, in between his huge thighs. The rogue monk was almost through the tunnel when the trap was finally triggered, dropping a huge heavy rock right between his spread-apart legs, immediately flattening his big juicy balls, sending the muscle monk into an agonizing cry. He tried to struggle free, but with his meaty privates pinned down hard, he could not move even an inch. Soon, wailing and twitching, the muscle monk shot waves after waves of semen out of his crushed big cock --- more precisely, the cum was literally crushed out of his mushy balls. But his end was only beginning. Another huge rock again fell into the same position on top of the last one, and with a loud explosion, the muscle monk’s gigantic flattened sack exploded right open, crushed into pieces of skin as his diced ball meat gush and splash out from within. As the last bit of cum and nut-gut gushed out of this once hung muscle man, so did the last draw of breath leave his shocked open mouth.

Today, when we examine the device that enabled the automatic activation of these ball-crushing boulders, we again see the familiar markings of the engineer. The temple heads must have contacted him for help, knowing full well that the rogue muscle monk was going to target the temple itself both in vengeance as well as greed. Once again, the engineer had proven himself to be someone who never misses, especially when the target is a pair of huge meaty gonads.

In the lawless chaotic periods between the Song and Yuan dynasties, ancient China sees itself infested by violent, blood thirsty cults. One of which admitted only big, hung, muscle men. Their motto was: fuck everything that moves. And indeed, that was what they did, committing despicable crimes of mass rape and loot everywhere they went. This cult quickly gained followers, even if most followers just became fuck toys for the top dogs --- because that violent sexual urge resides in every man, heightened by the testosterone that was heightened by sex and violence itself. Yet one year, in merely a few months, this entire cult disappeared. Officials started to find mutilated bodies of former top dogs, all huge hung muscle men, scattered in various places, and all with their private parts mercilessly destroyed.

The first to be discovered was a big hulking beast trying to crawl through the tunnels into the house of a famous beauty, obvious with the intention to rape her to death. But evidence suggests that as this huge muscle man climbed his way through the narrow tunnel, unable to move much, he climbed right into the trap that was waiting for him. A mechanical trap was set at the bottom of the tunnel behind the muscular invader, and when the trap was triggered, razor sharp knives sprung out from behind the muscle man, aiming right between his huge muscular thighs at those dangling, juicy, meaty balls. The razors were so sharp, that the muscle man didn’t even realize what had happened when he felt a sting on his private parts. Only when he stared down did he see his own pride and joy, his big fat cock, being sliced right off of himself. In addition, his heavy ball sack was ripped right from the centre, and those humongous gonads dropped out of their previous casing, dangling down in their bloody nakedness, only attaching to the muscle man’s body through the semen ducts and chords. Yet, before this shocked muscle man could accept what had just happened to himself, another wave of knives flew out from behind him. Instantly, the muscle man’s semen ducts were severed, leaving him officially castrated. But that was not all. The third, final wave of flying knives eventually destroyed the last bit of hope that the muscle men had, right in front of his own eyes: they plunged right into those severed, falling meaty balls, shot through them both, splashing them into chunks of bloody orb meat.

By checking out the details of the trap and knives, we can now conclude that such a trap was set by a brilliant engineer, most likely contacted by the famous beauty in fear of the growing concern over the cult. It seems that this engineer was extremely knowledgeable not only in mechanical designs, but also male anatomy, such that he was able to design a trap that flawlessly targets the weakness of his opponents. We can narrow the designer down to this one engineer due to his other work, apparently he had quickly made a name for himself as the terminator of these huge hung muscle men. With such fame, came more requests of work, until eventually the cult of muscular rapists was no more.

Ladies and gentleman we have a spectacle over here! This is astonishing! What a show of cunning from the new challenger, and what a show of strength from the reigning champion himself! But this is such an incredible turn of events, will our champion, The Bull, be able to haul himself back up?

The crowd is going crazy. When the challenger came to the stage, none of us, and I mean NONE of us thought that he stood a chance. He was athletic and fit, yeah, but he was significantly smaller than the mountain of muscle that he was going up against. We all thought he would just get pinned down by The Bull and mercilessly fucked in the ass till he came and pass out, right in front of all the audience, just like the last unfortunate challenger to The Bull’s year long reign. Indeed throughout the whole match The Bull easily had the challenger on the last breathe! But in this one critical moment, as The Bull charged toward the challenger, the challenger nimbly moved out of the way, and the muscle god champion plunged himself almost off of stage! But being The Bull, he was quick to reach his arms back and grab on to the thin railings, supporting his entire massive weight in this awkward position. Will he be able to pull himself back up in such a strange position? Will the challenger allow this recovery? Are we all going to lose our last pennies because the challenger proves to be a surprise winner tonight? We shall… Oh! Oh! The crowd is cheering! Look over there! The challenger had started to walk toward the struggling muscle giant, what is he going to do?! What is he going to do?! Is he going to finish him? Oh the suspense!

The Bull is having trouble pulling himself back up! The champion is struggling! Look! The challenger had reached out and tried to grab the champion back up! There’s nothing on that bare muscular body to grab onto though, so the challenger grabbed onto the tight G-string buried deep within the muscle giant’s huge glutes… What is he doing?! Is he helping him up? What… He doesn’t stand a chance to win if the champion gets back up! What an act of altruism! Perhaps he thought The Bull would be so grateful that he’d agree to a tie? Oh no no no he’s too new! He doesn’t know The Bull like us fans do, The Bull will simply be even more enraged, and proceed to beat him silly, then fuck the shit out of him right on the stage! Oh no I can’t look, ladies and gentleman, this is soon to prove that there is no room for mercy in this underground wrestling business… Wait hold on… Hold on what’s happening?! What’s going on?! The crowd is going crazy! The Bull is screaming in pain! How… Oh FUCK look at his bulge between his legs! The challenger is pulling his G-string so tight in the opposite direction, that the huge muscle man’s meaty cock and balls are being squeezed hard! So hard that we can clearly see the shape of them all! Could this be the challenger’s strategy? Or perhaps the challenger simply wanted to help? Oh SHIT The Bull just started to tremble, look at all those meaty muscles twitching! Fuck! It looks like he is starting to get his cum squeezed right out of his huge orbs --- There! See?! Sticky thick creamy cum leak out from that elastic fabric, oh FUCK the muscle giant of a champion is getting his cum crushed right out of his balls! SHIT I’m so hot and bothered… I’m sorry ladies and gentleman but this is something that I’ve never, NEVER seen in my 10 years of broadcasting for this event! What… Do you hear that? Do you hear The Bull’s agonizing scream?! Oh FUCK look at him, look at this cocky mountain of muscle! His eyes are rolled back, his face twisted and twitching in pain, his spit and tears flowing everywhere, his cum gushing out of his tights, and his muscles quivering so violently! He is in INCREDIBLE pain ladies and gentlemen, and I have to say this is the first time that we’ve seen him in this much pain since his debut! The Bull had always been the one to bring such pain to his opponents! Yet here we are… OH FUCK! FUCK FUCK! DAMN! JESUS CHRIST! The Bull’s tights just EXPLODED! Look at those swollen balls, that big thick bruised cock! The muscle brute is splashing his cum everywhere! Is that… OH FUCK he was even spewing out his nut-juice! One of his balls, maybe even both, had been crushed into mush! FUCK! It must be that last explosion, proved to be too much even for his huge bull balls! Look at his face, look at his face! He’s gotten shocked into a blank! And here he comes down! He’s on the ground, all passed out! His muscle ass is still twitching, still gushing out cum from the front, and it is creating a ever-expanding pool beneath him! OH FUCK! The crowd is so fucking crazy right now… Check it out check it out! Look! The audience climbed over the fence and rushed in! They were groping and grabbing on the unconscious and cum covered huge muscle champion --- Well, not a champion anymore! Oh shit… SHIT! Some of them started to grab and squeeze his gigantic and battered genitals! Some of them were sticking fingers into his asshole! FUCK they’re gonna use him up, and more are climbing into the fence! DAMN… That is what happens to a fallen champion ladies and gentlemen, that is what happens when you are as brutal as The Bull, you get fans who love you for that brutality and people who hate your guts... And when you finally fall, those who hate you will use and abuse you, and those who love your brutality really just loves the act of brutality, so they’d use and abuse you even more! Oh shit it’s hard to watch --- They’re gang fucking the unconscious muscle giant! Cocks stuffed into every whole, two at a time!

And here we have it folks! The winner tonight is the new challenger! Who would have thought… Well ladies and gentlemen, this is it for tonight, I’ll have to go quickly clean up my own pants and call an ambulance for The Bull before he gets fucked into a vegetable by the frenzied crowd. Remember to stay tuned for the next match, when a busty and hung tranny goes up against a huge musclebound pussy boy!

The transformation was almost complete.

The muscle hunk of a soldier found himself mindlessly following the voice inside of his head, telling him to go to the shore, telling him to dive into the depth of the sea. By now, he had been fucked silly so many times, that his lust toward such humiliating sexual savagery occupies his thoughts day and night. He simply could not refuse that voice in his head.

His body too, have now underwent a dramatic transformation. Still as muscular and macho as ever, his muscular legs became even bigger and meatier, feet elongated with webs, resembling more and more of a muscular frog-man. His gills had formed behind his ears, and he can now breathe underwater. All of this change was meant to finally get this greek soldier to dive into the depth, where Poseidon will claim his prize, punish the insolence of the soldier for defiling his shrine by turning him into a muscle sex slave for eternity.

But before that can happen, there was one last thing to do. The macho soldier’s hole needs to be stretched a bit more before it can be used to satisfy the monstrous size of the god himself.

As the muscle man sank into the ocean, he started to notice shoals of fish swimming around him. No, wait, these are not regular fishes! They merely took the form of fish, but are obviously simply magical energies created by Poseidon. The muscle man found himself tremble in excitement, because he knew that whenever this magical energy appears, it means the god of seas is soon to be toying with his hole. What could be in store for him this time?

Suddenly, in the distance, another blob of magical energy formed into the shape of a large, predatory fish. Immediately, the shoal of small fish --- or fish shaped magical beings --- were spooked, rapidly switching directions as if they were trying to find a place to hide. But in this vast openness where could they possibly hide?

One magical fish took the lead, and shot itself towards the meaty loose hole between the macho soldier’s wide open legs! Other small magical fish quickly followed suit, and in seconds, this entire shoal of fish started to wiggle themselves right through the soldier’s fuckhole all the way into his muscle gut! The soldier was not expecting this sudden event, he struggled in shock, and watched in horror as his own abs covered flat stomach bulged out in seconds! The magical beings kept rushing through his cunt, pushing and stretching it beyond repair, and kept on wiggling inside of his gut! The sensation was so maddening, yet at the same time, it was so good --- so good, that the soldier uncontrollably quivered as he shot loads after loads of cum into the sea water.

But this wasn’t the end of Poseidon’s game.

The big predatory fish, or the magical being shaped like it, took full notice of where its preys went. It sprung into action, followed the shoal of fish, and without a care simply started to force itself into that ravaged fuckhole between the soldier’s legs, trying to get in and snatch its preys! The soldier’s mind went into a blank as his hole was helplessly stretched to an inhumane size like never before! The big magical being struggled, wiggled, pushed, and with every violent action it sends the soldier again and again into orgasm!

Finally, even the big fish-like magical being wiggled itself all the way into the soldier’s bloated muscle gut. The poor muscle man’s eyes were now completely focus-less as his soul was fucked right out of him. His destroyed cunt hung like disgusting piles of loose meat between his trembling legs, as Poseidon’s magical energy now filled his guts, ready to complete the last step of the physical transformation from inside out. Merely hours later, the soldier would find himself in the god’s palace at the bottom of the sea floor. By then, he’d be nothing more than a muscular sea creature whose one and only desire in life is to get fucked by the god’s enormous monster cock.

Let this story of a cocky musclebound soldier be a cautionary tale for all of you. What’s the moral of the story you ask? Why, it’s obvious --- Buy a buttplug and keep it in at all times so things can’t get in there. And always swim with legs together.

The muscular greek soldier immersed himself into the bathtub, his heart pounding in anticipation. By now, he knew exactly what would happen when he gets into water --- for months, whenever he did so, he’d end up getting mercilessly fucked by some kind of magical energy. Not only that, the copulation left its mark on his body and mind: that once tender hole between his muscle ass has now been completely turned into a meaty, juice-oozing pussy. He found himself receiving so much more pleasure from getting his fuckhole stretched than grabbing his own cock. Not only that, he started to grow webs between his fingers and toes, and even started to have slits growing behind his ears, resembling gills. But he didn’t have the brain capacity to fear such physical changes --- his entire brain had been lusting more and more after the sensation of being fucked in the ass, that he simply ignores every other worrying sign.

As his muscular body sank into the bathtub, magical energy swirled in the water between his legs. Soon, several eel shaped magical being were conjured. Just like real eels, they seek a hole to tunnel into, especially when the water temperature was so high in the tub. Desperately the magical beings searched, and soon they found a proper cave to dive into --- that meaty hole between the muscle man’s meaty cheeks.

So in they went, stretching the hunky soldier’s cunt so violently that the man trembled and screamed in shock! Yet in this shock, the transformed muscle bitch of a soldier found his own cock quickly becoming engorged, and then quickly started to twitch as tons of semen gushed out of his urethra! The eels wiggle inside of him, struggling to go deeper and deeper, not giving him even a second of peace --- The muscle hunk soon found his mind getting completely ravaged in this intense mixture of pain and pleasure. No doubt, by the end of the night, this muscle hunk would be nothing more than a ready muscle slut for the god of sea’s picking.

A hairy, muscular, macho greek soldier took a bath in the fountain within Poseidon’s shrine. This cocky big man had no fear of the gods, he simply saw the fountain as a bathtub and nothing more. And what does an exhausted soldier do as he relaxes in a bathtub? He pleasures himself of course. The macho greek soldier moaned and groaned as he stroke his big fat cock in the water, until his entire muscular body twitches violently, sending load after load of his virile seed into Poseidon’s holy water.

The soldier was satisfied, so he kept on washing his musky body, almost ready to step out. But his lewd act had defiled the god of the seas, and the poor soldier was to have a surprise.

Behind the soldier’s muscular buttocks, the water swirls, as magic condensed into the rough shape of a turtle. The magical energy swam towards the humming, relaxed muscle hunk, who was completely unaware of the situation he just got himself into. Suddenly, the muscle hunk’s eyes sprung open, gasping, as he felt his tender asshole stretched right open by an indescribable object! The soldier was shocked, even more shocked was the fact that he suddenly found himself unable to move!

The turtle shaped magical energy started to bob its neck in and out, elongating then shrinking, literally fucking the poor hunky soldier’s hole! He wanted to be lewd? Poseidon shall grant his wish. Soon, the still shocked muscle hunk started to tremble, his muscles twitching, his breathe heavy. WIth his sphincter stretched and his prostate repeatedly assaulted, the big muscle man soon found himself at the verge of orgasm simply by being fucked! As he once again went into a spasm, gushing cum into the water, he didn’t know what was more humiliating: that he was getting fucked in the ass, or the fact that he got fucked into cum.

But this was not to be the end of it.

Another blob of magical energy appeared, then once again accumulated into a shape of a turtle. This magical energy swam up, and soon repeated the same thing: sticking its thick meaty head right into the fuckhole between the muscle man’s meaty buttcheeks! The poor hole was already stretched wide open by the previous magical being, yet the new once simply forces itself in, disfiguring the soldier’s orifice and sending the muscle man into further shock!

Hours later, the poor soldier had his senses completely fucked out of him as his muscular body transformed in this intense copulation. Perhaps due to Poseidon’s magic, or maybe it was simply what happens when one gets his ass stretched and pounded for hours, the muscle man’s asshole had been fucked into a disgusting man-cunt, oozing transparent sticky juice in anticipation, as if it was its natural duty to greet anything that has a potential to thrust into it.

Hence the process has started, the defiling act of the soldier had brought upon himself the wrath of the god. From now on, whenever he emerges himself in water, he shall have himself pounded by Poseidon’s magical energy, changed by its influence, eventually becoming one with the waters, and hence officially become the fuck toy of the god himself.

Let them all blow up.

The end is near. For them of course.

Cocky and ballsy big muscle men can no longer by cocky and ballsy.

They got what they deserved.

What goes around, comes around.

The brutality against brutality continues.

A cult of ultra masculine men ravaged ancient China, raping and killing all in their sights. Yet, soon they are about to meet their terminator — in the most brutal and emasculating way.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our weekly brawl! The most bloody, raw, masculine event this town has to offer!

The transformation is finally complete.

The muscle hunk had been transformed by the god of sea.

This muscle hunk dared to defile the god of seas in his shrine. The wrath of god will surely claim him, but in what way?

Got a friend, a sibling, a son, a father, or otherwise loved one who unfortunately lost his penis during an accident? After his genital reconstruction surgery, did he become irritated, frustrated, and suicidal from realizing that he now has a vagina between his legs instead of his manhood? Indeed, many men in this situation simply cannot adjust to their new selves, especially if their testicles were still intact, producing as much testosterone as they always do yet now without a penis to release such pent up frustration.

But fear not! I will guide you through the steps that you need to take to have your loved ones enjoying life again! Joining with me in this video tutorial is my buddy Clive. Clive was unfortunately a victim of domestic violence last year. He had been simultaneously having sex with several women without telling them about each other, so upon finally finding out, one of his girlfriends bit a big chunk out of his penis while performing oral sex on him. Consequently, Clive underwent genital reconstruction, and here he is, demonstrating in front of live camera in the hope of educating the masses and helping others just like himself.

The first thing that you shall understand is your loved ones’ new anatomy. Here, let me pull Clive’s testicles to the side so you can get a better view of his new vagina. In addition to the external penis, every man has a big chunk of penile tissue tucked inside of ourselves. In the surgery, we need to pull that chunk of penile tissue out, cut it properly and turn inside out, then stuff them back into the canal to make a new vagina. Even if your loved ones have had their penis blown right off from the base, there should still be enough internal tissues to reconstruct a vagina. The nerve endings are of course still in those tissues, so essentially, when Clive is penetrated, the pressure exerted on his vaginal walls is similar to the sensation of pressure clutched around a penis, giving him immense pleasure. Here, let me demonstrate with my fingers. Do you hear that? Clive is moaning in pleasure now, it feels good. Now, unlike a woman’s vagina which has the most nerve endings on the cliterus, for Clive, most of his nerve endings are stuffed deep inside of the canal --- just try to imagine. Inverting the penile tissues and stuffing them into the canal means that the tissues of his glans, the most sensitive part, now sits at the bottom of his vagina. Let me use a dildo to demonstrate that --- Here, this dildo is big enough to reach the bottom of Clive’s vagina, so if we stuff it into him like this… Ahhh there we go. See? Clive cannot help but tremble in pleasure as soon as we pushed it all the way in.

Now, you’re realize that there are lots of clear liquid oozing out of Clive’s vaginal lips. This is because all the ducts are intact. Clive can ejaculate semen, and of course produce pre-cum in excitement, just like every other man. The only difference is that since his glans tissues now sits deep inside of himself, this is also where he excretes semen and other fluids. As you can see, my fingers and that big dildo had excited Clive sufficiently to produce a large amount of clear fluid, so let’s move on to the next point.

We started out the video with a question: How to make your loved ones enjoy life again? How to make them come out of the devastating news of losing their penis? The answer is simple, tested, and true: let them realize how incredibly pleasurable sex can still be. If not more so. Many men, when first receiving a new vagina, do not know how to use it, and hence cannot bring themselves to accepting it. What you need to do, is either to convince them into trying, or in the case of stubborn individuals, set up a scenario for them to do so. Please realize that we as humans are limited by our experience, we simply would not crave for a taste that we have never tasted, so sometimes it is necessary to educate patients about their own bodies --- in fact, our organization had been pushing hospitals into adopting a new protocol, where after the surgery the hospital would be hold responsible in showing the patients how to best enjoy their new sex organs.

And how exactly do you show them? What are the best ways for them to enjoy sexual pleasure? That is what this video is all about.

So, without further delay, let’s get to a few techniques. First, while these men have a “vagina”, due to different anatomy, they do not work exactly in the same way. While women may enjoy softer, more gentle penetration, Clive for example, gets the most pleasure out of intense, fast, even violent thrusting and pulling. Ultimately, for the men in the audience, just think about your own masturbation sessions --- Clive’s vagina is essentially that, but inverted. Due to most of the nerve ending residing in the deepest corner of the canal, it is encouraged that one should push hard and deep with every thrust. While for many women, penetrated by something too big can be painful, for Clive that is simply not the case --- again think back on your own masturbation sessions. Clive requires a big object directly stretching his tissues, almost to the limit, to feel the most intense pleasure. Clive also requires this big object to easily reach, press, and squeeze at the deepest tissue in his vagina. So all in all, if you need to choose some potential sex partners for your loved ones, please first consider those who are well hung and wild/violent with their penetrations. A few sessions of such penetrations would soon make your loved ones realize how great their new sex organ can be, how much pleasure they could have, and hence encourage them to accept their new selves much easier.

Now, due to the fact that many of these men still produce a lot of testosterone from their intact testicles, the level of their sexual desire is going to be quite different from a woman. That means, sometimes they want to push it to new height. In those cases, I recommend to get several sexual partners for your loved ones at once --- While all men can derive pleasure from prostate stimulation, men like Clive simply get so much more, as anal penetration means that not only is his intact male prostate being stimulated, the deepest corners of his vaginal canal will also be stimulated if an object can reach and push into the intestinal wall. Again, in order to do so, during anal penetration the penetrator should be a lot more forceful and violent with his thrust, such that the elastic intestinal wall can be deformed, allowing for intense stimulation at the bottom of Clive’s vaginal canal. Even better is when Clive gets double penetrated from both his vagina as well as anus. The penetrating objects would essentially crush, rub, and squeeze Clive’s most sensitive nerve endings as well as his prostate right in the middle of them, sending him into pleasure never experienced before in his life. Here we’ll have two models demonstrate this for us. Yes, just like this. See, as our lovely models push their erect penis into Clive’s orifices, his moan grows out of control and his pitch was raised, he feels very good. Studies have shown that during such double penetration, Clive would receive a level of pleasure that he would never be able to feel with his penis. So if you are able to arrange for your loved ones to be double penetrated, doing so will quickly get them to love their new life. I think I’ll have to speak louder now, as you can hear the models are thrusting pretty hard, which is the correct way of doing it. But between the slapping sound and Clive’s groan, I hope you all bear with me as I attempt to speaker above this wonderful background beat!

Now, if your loved ones have access to more than two sexual partners at once, it opens up even more opportunities for him to enjoy himself. Here. For example, if we call over another lovely model, and have him stuff himself into Clive’s already occupied anus --- almost --- there! It’s done. As you can see, Clive is practically squirming in pleasure now. You may be concerned about his sphincter being disfigured, but I assure you it always comes back into a tight pucker after a few hours of rest, this is how adaptable our tissues are. What’s that Clive? Ahhh, see Clive is in such heat right now that he just kept whispering for “more cocks”, demonstrating how good it feels! Hmmm? MY cock? Haha buddy I’m doing a… Oh alright! What’s the harm eh? Let me unzip myself… There we go… Mmmm Clive’s mouth had become so skilled over the last year of excessive oral sex practices… It feels so good… Forgive me my friends, I… Mmmm… I have done broadcasts while my buddy here perform on me before, believe me this will not interfere with the quality of our broadcast… Mmmm… Yeah where were we? Let’s continue… Oh, right, look at how hungry Clive looks as he chokes on my member while getting stuffed by three hung models at once: your loved ones will most likely end up being very fixated on penises. Not only have they lost their own, penetration by large penises also give them great pleasure now, so it is almost for certain that as time go by, they would become very fixated on them. Those that we desperately desire but cannot obtain ourselves, we tend to seek from what dangles between other men’s legs. Mmmm… In those cases, make sure you satisfy their desire, just like how I’m satisfying Clive right now --- remember, making them enjoy their new bodies is crucial in them accepting themselves.

As our video draws to a close, I hope you have all found inspiration from it, and have renewed hope for the joy of your loved ones! Mmmm let me pull myself out of Clive’s throat so he can turn around and say a few words too… Ohhh damn… Boys you can pull out now too… What? You’re close? I… I don’t know… Oh shit… Shit I’m close too…. Oh FUCK! Jeez! Mmmm… Haha wow… Sorry folks, Clive had gotten so good at it that we couldn’t control our timing, made a mess everywhere. Even Clive himself too! Hey dude, check it out, your cum gushed right into the camera from the depth of your vagina just as our lovely model pulled his semen covered stiff penis out of you! Well. Sorry about that folks, let me wipe the camera for ya… There! But that just demonstrated how these techniques really work. Clive? Buddy? Well, I’m afraid Clive can’t conclude the video with me together, as you can see he is in a post-orgasmic trance right now. So, I hope you have enjoyed this video, and please make sure to support our educational efforts!

The narrator describes how to raise the spirits of men who have gone through reconstruction --- with a friend of his demonstrating live.

Time goes by. A year has passed, and the muscle jock Chris had been turned into a complete muscle slut in every way possible. It was time for the incubus to finally collect his debt.

One night, Chris woke up and found himself in a different environment. Dark and hot, lava and fire surrounding him. He remembered himself taking two cocks at once up the ass while choking on two cocks at once in his mouth before he passed out, but here he was.

The incubus walked out from the shadows, his form as clear as ever. Chris stared in shock at the humongous vein covered cock in front of him --- yes, the entire year of throat and ass stretching was absolutely necessary. The muscle slut’s mind immediately blanked out as intense desire took over, and like a true muscle bitch he climbed over with such enthusiasm and lack of dignity that even the incubus grinned in satisfaction. Hungrily, moaning and groaning, the muscle jock rubbed his face on that huge monster cock, slurping on the hot meat pillar, doing all that he could to please his true owner.

Time was not a thing here, and it was also not a thing in Chris’s lust-fried mind. He was at the top of his devotion and desire, mesmerized by the demon’s huge fuck rod, wanting nothing else in this entire world but what was in his arms. In fact, the muscle slut was so thirsty for the demon’s huge cock, he orgasmed several times simply from the excitement of sucking on his owner’s huge bitch maker.

Finally, the incubus gushed an enormous amount of hot steamy cum right into the muscle jock’s handsome face, bringing the muscle slave himself into ecastasy as well.

You have a last chance. Do you want to stay here with me or do you want to go back. The demon asked.

Please… Please let me stay here… A dazed and mind-fucked muscle jock answered in his eternal lust.

Suddenly, Chris shot his eyes open as he felt his mancunt getting stretched beyond repair! The extreme sensation was so intense that the muscle slut immediately lost his mind!

The demon smirked behind the impaled, trembling, cumming, broken muscle jock, knowing that this was yet another deal that had been sealed for eternity.

The college he was at forever tells the haunting story of a muscle jock suddenly turning into a cock-loving slut one day, and proceeded to be fucked willingly 24/7 for a whole year. They tell the muscle jock’s death: choking on two cocks in his mouth and having two cocks rammed up his ass, the muscle slut’s body finally gave out, his over-used fuck hole snapped and his battered prostate exploded. In his last moment, the already fucked unconscious muscle jock gushed out as much cum as he ever did. If one visits that abandoned house today, you’d still hear the crazed moans and groans of the muscle jock, as if he was still getting fucked, by something much bigger than humanly possible, in an alternative dimension.

Some treat this story as a cautionary tale, but others secretly hopes for a similar fate. Afterall, at every step of the way, the muscle jock was satisfied beyond his wildest dreams. If the legends were true, then perhaps for the entirety of eternity too. In a way, this is just a happy story with a happy ending.

What will happen to Chris, the muscle jock who had been consumed by that which defined him? It's a grim tale. But perhaps to some, it is a fairy tale.

Chris had wished for an ultra-muscular body. He got it. He was now the focal point at college, the object of every man and woman’s desire. Yet the demons that he had traded with always have a way to turn such transactions into an irony.

It has been several weeks since the young muscle jock started to receive daily visit from the incubus. With every visit, his mancunt was fisted into a sluttier and sluttier loose pussy, oozing gut juice in anticipation of a hard punching, twitching in excitement every night. Chris, once the alpha-dog, now finds himself desperately wishing to be penetrated day and night. Something had happened, something had changed dramatically, and it was not just his disfigured asshole.

And then, as if playing a cruel joke, the incubus stopped coming at night to satisfy the increasingly lust hungry muscle jock.

Chris was devastated. He tried the largest dildo that he could find. He tried thrusting his own fist up his own ass. He tried bending his cock backward and fuck himself. But no, nothing satisfies his urges, he needed another man. Days go by, and by the time of the weekend, the young muscle jock was brain fried from the intense desire that could not be satisfied. So finally, he decided to seek out a familiar solution: pay a visit to a college sex party.

He had been a frequenter at college sex parties, even before his deal with the demons. He was already the biggest man on campus, so he got to fuck every girl and boy in that room the whole night, every night. After his deal with the incubus, with that muscular sexy body, he had crazed admirers coming at him from miles away just to be able to submit themselves to his superiority. But this night, in his desperation, he had something else in mind.

The crowd was shocked as the alpha-dog muscle jock stripped naked and kneeled down like an experienced muscle bitch, raising his muscle ass, exposing the used-up hole in the centre, announcing to the world by the nasty disfigurement of his hole that this muscle man has been broken into a hungry cock sucker. Shock soon turned into lust, the men in the room soon took up the offer. These used to be the best buddies of Chris, or boys that Chris had himself mercilessly fucked in the past. Yet now they pull out their rock hard cocks and started to smudge and rub against that muscular body, or thrust deep into the muscle slut’s thirsty throat. Hours later, the once-proud muscle jock was dazed, droopy eyed, covered from head to toe with thick semen. He had wished to get this extraordinarily muscular body to further dominate others, yet now he was on his knees, drunk on cocks and cum, begging to be used as a muscular fuck toy, all willingly too.

His last customer was in fact, one of the upper year men, known to have the biggest cock at school. Chris used to view this big-cocked man as a rival and competition, but now as he stared in awe at the pulsing huge meat club in front of him, all he could think of was: I want it, I want it, I want it bad. His former rival didn’t disappoint, the hung upper year man gladly pounded the cocky stud’s throat so hard, that the gagging gurgling muscle jock was soon unconscious.

After this night, Chris no longer lived at his dorm. Instead, he lived in this party house. Almost every male student in the college had fucked him one way or another, and he got visitors day and night. He didn’t ever have to leave the house --- his gut was filled with so much semen every day that he needn’t eat or drink; his muscular body, under a spell bound to the demons, didn’t even require lifting to maintain its size; as for his grades? Well, that was not a problem at all, since professors willingly come to the house to give personal lessons to him: while impaling him in the ass or stuffing full of his throat, of course.

Chris, the muscle jock, found himself increasingly as a changed man. Not just his physical body, but more importantly, his mind and soul. Yet in some ways, he still desired the same things --- but instead of seeking them on himself, he wanted more. Much more.

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They say don’t deal with the devil. But Chris didn’t listen.

He wanted bigger muscles. He wanted bigger cock. He wanted to be more manly. In his crazed chase after the masculine ideal, he called upon the dark forces, begging to have his body transformed into an object of everyone’s desire and wish. Mind you, he was already the biggest, buffest young man in his college. But he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more. Such is the power of faith, when you hail one thing and one thing only as an ultimate truth, when your entire being is devoted to it, it consumes you. It matters not what the faith is about.

Chris got what he wanted. He’s now as buff as ever. And now it is time to pay the price.

One night, the muscle jock woke up to find a shadowy figure standing before his bed. The intense stare, it reminds him of the most dangerous lust. Somehow he knew that it was time to repay his debt, and the muscle jock’s brain was blanked out in uncertain fear.

Let’s loosen you up a bit first, the incubus said in a coarse, devilish voice.

Chris found himself unable to move, and stared in shock as the demon’s hands pried open his own meaty thighs, exposing the tender hole between his muscular butt cheeks. The fingers forced themselves into the muscle jock’s fuck hole, yet Chris couldn’t do anything but watch. He felt strange, uncomfortable, but merely seconds later the pain and discomfort subsides, and a strange ecstatic sensation took over. The young muscle jock wanted to moan in this mixed pain-pleasure, but alas, he was not to do so.

Perhaps it was his new extraordinary body adapting quickly, perhaps it was the incubus using some lust-driving magic, or perhaps it was just how every jock-turned-slut would go through, within minutes Chris was already taking several fingers into his virgin hole at ease --- and the pleasure it gave him massively outweighs the pain. He wanted to roll his eyes and moan, but couldn’t. He felt his sphincters expanding beyond its limit, and it felt so fucking good.

Finally, the incubus pushed his entire fist into the young muscle jock’s once-tight fuck hole, stretching the orifice to new height, forcing the fist deep into the muscle jock’s gut! Chris helplessly stared as that big muscular arm forcing open, stretching apart, and disappear within his own now-loose mancunt, an extreme sensation shocked all his senses into the void! He saw his cunt expand beyond human capability, meaty lips trembling, almost snapping. He saw his own abs-covered stomach bulge out as the demon’s fist punched deep into himself. He felt his prostate almost getting crushed by the incubus’s muscular arm, the sensation was so intense that within seconds, the muscle jock simply could not help but started to quiver, gushing tons and tons of creamy seed from his own juicy cock.

By the time this night was over, Chris would be passed out in his own bed, his own meaty pecs and abs covered with his own cum. A whole night of fist fucking rendered his hole into a loose muscle pussy, primed for more advanced fun. And with everything in life, once a path has started, there was no stopping --- what Chris had experienced that night had been the most intense pleasure that he had ever felt in his life. There was not to be any resisting, how could one resist what feels so good? Such was the power of it all.

A college muscle stud made a pact with the demon to become even more of a hulking masculine beast. But there is a price to pay. A price that soon enough shall turn into a prize.

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This cocky, arrogant, and breeder of a college muscle hunk was used to wild sex parties, where he wakes up the next morning completely naked on the floor along with a dozen of passed out cum-filled babes and a few of his football buddies. Tonight was no exception.

After downing many shots and destroying many pussies, the big cocky muscle hunk was once again on the floor, murmuring, crawling. But fate has played a joke on him, a joke that would soon turn his virgin asshole into a permanently insatiable man-cunt, breaking this arrogant muscle stud for good, render him into a muscled fuck toy for his football buddies.

In their drunken state, his buddies couldn't differentiate between one bubble butt and another, and set eyes on his huge muscle ass. Before the drunken crawling poor stud could even realize what was happening, his mind went blank and his entire body trembled in shock as one of his buddy's cock rammed right into his virgin hole! He gurgled, bloodied eyes shot wide open, iris quivering, yet in his muddled state and extreme agony he couldn't even make out a proper sound. What an unfortunate mistake. The muscle stud's tight hole fueled his unaware buddy's lust beyond all reason, soon the perpetrator was ramming and using his buddy's muscle ass in pure savagery. As the heat rose in the room, other drunken football players gathered, taking turn plowing this tightest pussy in the room!

One football jock after another. Each swollen cock more monstrous than the one before. Soon the muscle jock's poor hole was tearing and breaking as the intoxicated lad rolled his eyes helplessly back into his skull, tears and saliva flowing down his handsome face. Before long, this arrogant muscle man was completely fucked silly. He would never had imagined that on this night, he'd gotten his brain fucked out of him by his very dear buddies. Not just his brain too, with such continuous hard pounding his prostate soon gave out, and the muscle hunk got mercilessly fucked to cum without having any say in the matter. With this loss of control, he was finally broken. His painful groan turned into a crazed lustful moan as he succumbed to his fate and senses, thrusting his big muscle ass back to meet and greet his friends' big cocks, swallowing their cum deep inside of his gut, giving up his status as an alpha male, completely gotten fucked into a muscle bitch and a cock hungry slut. Just yet another meaty ass to be used as a fuck toy and nothing more.

Finally, after getting bred 3 times in a row by his unaware best friend, with a powerful lust-filled bellow, the muscle hunk's best friend pulled his monstrous cock out of the poor stud's fuck hole with such ruthlessness, that the muscle stud's gut was dragged right out from his own man pussy! The muscle stud's mind went blank as he immediately came to the extreme sensation, feeling his innards spilling out of himself. Nothing critical became of it, of course, except that the muscle hunk's gut will never again be fully receded into his permanently stretched asshole. The fatty wrinkly piece of gut meat would always dangle outside of his virgin-hole-turned-sloppy-mancunt for the rest of his life, as a reminder to him of what a muscle bitch he had in one night turned into.

A muscular college stud found himself drunk again in yet another sex party. But this time, he was going to experience something like never before.