BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

"1, 2, 3... Here is your new heavyweight champion, Jeff Terror!" The local basketball stadium exploded.

Jeff rises up from his "beaten" opponent. He did it. He became this promotion's new champion. He is so overcome with joy that he didn't even remember to sell the damage during the match. With a big grin on his face, he bounced around the ring, screaming at the top of his lung. He snatched the belt from the ref, jumped out of the ring, and started circling around, hi-fiving fans behind the fenses.

At the cleanup, Jeff sticks around the ring crew, posing, and showing off his shiny new belt. The crew is unloading the plywood from under the ring. Among them, stands Flip Thunder, who is very unimpressed with Jeff's pompous flaunting.

<Flip Thunder> "Hey man, can you help me unload the plywood? It's already 11pm and we just wanna get home fast."

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "Watch it bitch. Is that how you talk to your champ?"

<Flip Thunder> "Dude I don't give a fuck." I roll my eyes, "If you don't wanna help, just get out. Don't you wrestlers have a party or something afterwards?"

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "Damn. Someone doesn't want a career. I think you trainees debut next month? You'd better not ruin your chances in front of the champion."

<Flip Thunder> I don't have time for this bullshit. I flipped you off.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "Yo wtf? Where's your respect?" I'm pissed, finger pointing at you, "You know what, you're gonna face me next month, and I'll make your debut match miserable."

<Flip Thunder> I'm still unimpressed. "Yeah whatever."

One month passed by quickly. Now Flip Thunder is official debuting. He slept until 2pm, savoring the first match day where he doesn't have do ring crew in a year. He packed up his gear and came to the venue: a dilapidated local ice rink.

After some small talk, Jeff and Flip started going over the match tonight. After Jeff explained the match, Flip realized that Jeff wants to turn his debut match into a squash. "Is he still bitter about that dumb stuff a month ago?" Flip thinks to himself, "There is no way I'm letting that happen. I don't expect to win my debut match, but I can't even show my gimmick this way!" But bringing it up to the promotion owner wouldn't solve anything if the other wrestler is not cooperating... Pacing back and forth, Flip is brewing his plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a time limit of 30 minutes. It's rookie versus champion! Coming in from the big apple, weighing in at 260 Ibs, our heavyweight champion, Jeff... Terror!"

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As my entrance music is playing, I stride confidently through the entrance with the championship belt on his shoulder. I slowly circle the ring, and stop to greet the fans once in a while. I strike a pose in front of the fense facing the ring. I let my fans feel up my muscles. Some fans are groping my nipples and dick and I just let them. Having a semi can compensate for my smaller dick size to make me look better in front of the camera. I climb into the ring and put away the belt, and strike a double bicep and a side tricep with my semi in my black and gold trunk.

<Flip Thunder> Then the lights go black, and my debut promo plays on the big screen. The promo shows me executing my high flying moves, with bits and pieces of me in a sex dungeon, with BDSM gear and a whip, showing my lanky sadist gimmick. As I'm behind the entrance, I thought to myself, "Well none of that matters, if he's just gonna squash me."

"Coming in from New Haven Conneticut, weighing in at 141Ibs, Flip... Thunder!!"

<Flip Thunder> I come in running, fastly circled the ring before jumping and grabbing the bottom rope to jump on the apron. I wave to the fans, then lean on and back flip over the ropes. When I land, I transition into a back roll and I jumped up as I finished my roll. I'm wearing black wrestling tights and a black mask, both with my green flame pattern. I also have a leather harness wrapped around my thin body.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> The ref pats down both wrestlers. Ding ding ding! The match begins. We circle around. I shout to the crowd "Sadists or whatnot, nothing can touch these muscles!" The crowd cheers as I roar.

<Flip Thunder> We lock up in a test of strength. You easily throw me to the canvas. Even without the kayfabe, you are capable of throwing me around easily. If I want to execute my plan, I can't fight you for real head on, even though you are a pro wrestler who doesn't know how to actually fight.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "Looks like someone needs a high-protein diet" I taunt you as I throw you to the canvas.

<Flip Thunder> We circle and lock up again, You put me into a headlock. The international, just like we planned. I turn my hip towards your torso, push you to the ropes and send you running. You come back and give me a shoulder tackle. Plain and simple.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As you lie there selling my shoulder tackle, I take a moment to flex for the fans. I run my fingers down my abs. I know the fans love this. I turn back and lock eyes with you, then I start running the ropes.

<Flip Thunder> I'm still pretending to play along. I dropdown in front of you, you keep running the ropes. When you come back, I leap frog over you, then turn to give you a hip toss.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I block the hip toss, reverse it and give you a hip toss instead. As you are selling on the floor, I flex my pecs and shout to the crowd. "See? That's why I'm the champ! Nothing can touch these muscles!" As you come back up, I run and give you a clothesline.

<Flip Thunder> I'm getting pissed off while selling on the canvas. I get to my feet and take the clothesline. Then I "struggled" to get up again to feed into your gorilla press. I post on your delts. "What a shame that these muscles are gonna get destroyed later tonight." I thought to myself.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You get up from the clotheslines and come at me. I swoop you up and push your body up into a gorilla press. I hold you there for a while and strut around the ring and show off my muscles to the fans. You are so light. I can do this all day even without you posting. Then I drop you behind me. You make a huge thudd as you land. The crowd goes crazy. I pull you up, stuff your head in my trunks and I set you up for a piledriver. This is my finisher: Terrordome.

<Flip Thunder> THUD!! You land on your ass with my head stuffed in your trunks. I sniff the front of your trunks, taking in your musk, while I feel your semi in the back of my head. We executed the move safely, so I didn't actually hit my head against the canvas. I then drop to all fours, lying there in the ring, pretending to be passed out.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> The crowd goes wild seeing my finisher. "Nothing can touch these muscles!" I yell as I circle around the ring, posing for the fans before I drop to pin you. "1..."

<Flip Thunder> Here comes the moment I've been planning for! I kick out and kip up. The crowd is gasping. The referee is confused. And you, our cocky champion, is sitting on your heels with a blank expression. Kicking out your signature move at 1 is a huge humiliation for pro wrestlers. I stretch my neck and shout so the crowd can hear me. "Well that sure woke me up." I then turned towards you, "We are gonna dance a little more."

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I'm bewildered, then I realized what's happening. This bitch is not selling my move! And it's my finisher Terrordome on top of all that! But I can't tell the crowd that and I have to keep the kayfabe going. We circle around the ring then we lock up again. In the lockup, I whisper to you angrily, "What's happening? Didn't we agree that would be the end of the match?"

<Flip Thunder> I ignore you and land a huge knee to your gut. An ACTUAL knee to the gut, not the fake ones where you turn your leg mid way and hit with your the side of your thigh. I watch the move connect and you crumble to a mess on the canvas.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I let out a big cry as I fall to the canvas, on my side, holding my abs in a fetal position. I try to communicate with you in a trembling voice. "Did they... not... teach you... how to do a proper... knee to the gut...?"

<Flip Thunder> I ignore you again as I raise my voice for the fans, "I thought nothing could touch these muscles? You can't even take a knee to the gut?" I grab your feet, stretch out your legs, and turn you to your back. Then I drop down, my face first landing on your balls at full speed. I stay connected and start licking your balls through the trunks.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I let out a even bigger scream as my balls are attacked. Then the pain turns into something weird as I feel you licking my balls through the trunk. My body is confused from the pain and the pleasure. For a moment I thought you wanted to turn this into a real fight, and I'm more than ready for it. But the ball licking threw me off. I'm frozen and I don't know what to. My dick is now fully erect and the tip spring out my trunks. When I finally realized what's happening, I start trying to put your neck into my leg scissors.

<Flip Thunder> I'm more than prepared. As you start to put on the scissors, my hands reach up to your nipples, and start to rub on them gently with my index finger. My fingers gently tug your nipples in a circular motion, as I keep licking your balls. I feel your leg scissors loosen before they are even in place. You are now grunting and panting heavily. You chest heaving up and down, moving my hands up and down with it.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> No! Not my nipples! Who does this?! I didn't even know that my nipples are this sensitive! What the heck! Now I can't even put on my scissors! My dick is leaking precum. My body is spasming. I feel my strength fading away. I'm already out of breath.

<Flip Thunder> I let go of my fingers and tongue. With your legs over my shoulders, I hoist your torso up and get to my feet, then give you a powerbomb as I drop to my hip. The silent crowd finally realized what's happening, and starts cheering again.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> In delirium, I couldn't have anticipated the powerbomb, but my instinct allowed me to tuck my chin at the last moment. Plus you are only bombing me halfway, so it doesn't hurt too bad. But then I heard the crowd cheering, and something finally sunk in: I'm being humiliated in front of all my fans. I freeze again and my eyes are filled with... ironically, terror. The rest is not planned at all, and with your desire for destruction, I'm scared at what's coming next.

<Flip Thunder> I release you, and start to show off to the crowd. "Your champion is nothing in front of me! Just a heaping pile of useless muscle!" I then turn towards you smirking. "Look at the great Jeff Terror reduced to a little bitch."

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I stand up, stumbling from the damage to my abs and balls. The tip of my dick is still exposed. In a moment of desparation, I charge at you with a real right cross.

<Flip Thunder> I duck the right cross and step behind you. "See, pro wrestlers don't know how to fight. All these muscles but can't even punch fast enough." I'm behind you in a waistlock position, but instead of attacking, I grab your pecs from behind, and start gently squeezing your erect nubs between my thumb and index finger.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> You are attacking my sensitive nips again, sending jolts down my spine. I feel my trunks getting even tighter, and I'm panting heavily. I wrap my hands around yours, trying to pry them open, but I have zero strength when my nipples are controlled. My 19" muscled arm might as well be made of play dough. "I'm... sorry... I'll let you win... please... don't do this... in front of the fans..."

<Flip Thunder> "What are you talking about champ? This my gimmick." I then let go of your chest, and change into an abdominal stretch. I'm applying real pressure and you begin to scream. When the hold is in place, I start licking your nipples and your body begins to twitch. "Whoa!! This is..." I'm surprised as I'm tasting milk from your nipples.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I thought you let me go for a second, but then you immediately put me into an abdominal stretch! Do people usually put this much pressure in an abdominal stretch?! My ripped abs are on fire, being torn apart. Then you start licking my nipples, which is a totally different feeling that your fingers... I am out of breath again... What's this sensation!! Much more stimulating... What's the thing flowing out of my nipple? Is it possible for a man to do that? I can't hold back anymore, and I start moaning loudly in the ring. Then, as you put the pressure on my leg, I feel my trunk slipping and my 6" cock spring out on full display... I feel everyone's gaze from the audience and... it's turning me on? So much is happening... My head is now an overloaded mess, it might just have stopped working. Precum can't stop leaking out. I'm so close to cumming, and I'm so close to passing out. I have lost my will to fight.

<Flip Thunder> "Damn. I didn't think our heavyweight champion would be this weak." I see that my sexual assault has sent you over the edge, so I let go of the abdominal stretch. As you are wobbling in front of me, I sense that you are on autopilot right now. "Let's do an experiment and see how good of a pro wrestler you really are." I say to you as I push you to the ropes, attempting to Irish whip you.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> My dick is out. My brain is fried. I have no fight left in me any more. However, as you whip me off the ropes, my body just move on it's own and started running the ropes. Years of pro wrestling has made it my instinct. When I'm turning as I hit the rope, I see you coming at me with a big clothesline. My body instinctively take it and flip over the top rope and land outside the ring. I hear the ref start counting, "1..."

<Flip Thunder> I'm happy with my experiment result. "Damn. Look at you. Kayfabe is built into your DNA now. You are selling my moves on autopilot!" I follow you outside the ring. I lift your body off the floor, which is easier than it looks, cos you are instinctively cooperating. I lock your arms behind your body and start parading your body around, exposing your naked muscles to the fans behind the fenses. "Look at your fans who have supported you through all these years... Don't you think they deserve to touch your perfectly carved muscles?"The shocked fans have become crazy, fighting to the fense just to grab your muscles and dick. I hear the ref counting "2..."

<JeffTheBodybuilder> As you lock my arms behind my back, I'm leaning slightly back into you, and my pelvis and dick is jutting out. Then you guide me along the fenses... Fuck. I feel like I can't control my body any more. It feels like I'm watching my body from a separate room. Except for when my fans start rubbing my muscles, my nipples, or pulling my dick, it sends signals so strong that it almost feels like I'm in my body again for just a moment. As the fans are worshipping my perfectly ripped body, I start to moan so hard. My brain's telling me I should be embarrassed, but the thought of me being embarrassed is further turning me on. The ref is counting "4..."

<Flip Thunder> I moved your carcass-like, but cooperative body quickly through the fans across all 4 sides of the arena. I see that a fan has taken your trunks, as you are now completely naked. The ref is counting "9..." I push you up the ring apron, and I get up as well so the ref stops counting. I tie you in the ropes on the apron, with your body facing the fans. Then I get behind you, pulling down my wrestling tights, revealing my 9" cock.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I'm tied to the ropes and all the fans are looking up with excitement. Some have pulled out their phones. I hear a small voice in my head, "You can simply untie yourself and escape this! Get out now!" But like before, this quickly got drowned out by all other sensations.

<Flip Thunder> I slide my dick into your hole. It's looser than I thought and it went in easily. Looks like you have been fucked before. "How does it feel to get fucked in the ring where you became the champion, huh?" I start to kiss you gently on the neck, and both of my hands are feeling the front of your body. Feeling up your abs, running across your chest, and circle around your areola and rubbing on your nipples. As more milk flows out of your nipple, I whisper into your ear. "Why do all you nipple pigs want a bigger chest? Doesn't that expose your weakness more? Or... Do you actually want your nipples to be exploited this way?"

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "No... No... No... Sir... They are about to explode... Work... on my dick... as well... please..." I'm almost out of breath, my huge body shaking. I desparately need to be jerked off, but my arms are trapped in the ropes.

<Flip Thunder> "Damn you are already giving up huh?" I start stroking your dick with your nipple milk as lube. I spread your milk across your 6" shaft, and focus on the tip of the penis. I start circling my index finger around your peehole, and I see your giant muscular body spasm even more. The crowd is holding its breath, completely focused on Jeff's beautiful suffering.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I feel you deeper and deeper inside me. I have been completed humiliated. All my proud muscles has proven to be useless in front of a real fight. I can't hold it in any more. I shoot 3 huge loads from my cock and nipples into the front row, where fans have been waiting to catch it... I am completely drained... but at least my mind is finally back in my own body again.

<Flip Thunder> After you shot your load, I pull out. I untie you fron the ropes and pull you inside the ring. I circle around your body, flexing my non-existent muscles. The crowd is chanting my name! "Thunder!""Thunder!" I spend a moment to take it all in before I pin you.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> After my mind is back, I gradually realized my post-nut clarity is starting to kick in. All the other voices and stimulations are gone. I'm shaking my head, coming into my sense as you parade your skinny ass around the ring... I'm going to make you pay for humiliating me like this!!! I'm so exhausted that it took almost all I have just to kip up. But what the hell! With my muscles I'm confident I can still overpower you. I'll beat you into a pulp, now that I can't be stimulated any more!!! Witnessing my miraculous comeback, the crowd suddenly goes silent, before bursting into cheers again.

<Flip Thunder> "What is this?" I'm caught off guard. I turn around and face you. "No wonder you're the champ. You can't fight for shit but you sure got stamina!"

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "You have made a big mistake!" I start laughing, "You shouldn't have let me cum. You can't stimulate me right now. You are doomed. I can now easily overmuscle you"

<Flip Thunder> After a brief moment of surprise, I realize what is happening. I start to laugh as well. "Ah, I see what you're trying. I'd advise against it. You have already lost." I put out my hands, signaling for another test of strength.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> "I'm gonna show you the power of this muscled body for real!" I know you're not gonna sell, so I'm not kayfabing anymore. I will crush you with my full strength!!! But...

<Flip Thunder> "It seems like you have lost your strength, Jeff." I laugh, as I easily stop your attempt of overpowering me in the test of strength, "Your milk gave away all your power." This isn't the same test of strength from the start of the match any more. I then crank up the pressure and squeeze your hands. You can't even squeeze back. You scream and fall onto your knees.

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I can't match your arm strength... Not even your grip strength! I lose the grip on your hands and my hands are turning purple from being squeezed. I can't help but scream. My face is twisted, overcome with pain and despair. What the hell? He's not pressing on my nipples... Why do I have no strength right now!!! A skinny guy is ACTUALLY overpowering all of my muscles??? This is the biggest humiliation in my carreer!!! Even more than getting openly fucked in the ring!!! And... Fuck! I am turned on again!

<Flip Thunder> "You know, I wanted to show my high-flying moves in the match, but..." I look down on an overpowered and horrified champion, and snear "I think I want to finish you with a different move." I strike another knee to your chin, and let go of your hands. You are now sitting on your heels, groggy and wobbling. I fetch your championship belt from the ringside and lay it in front of you. I then pick you up, stuff your head into my crotch, setting up a piledriver. Terrordome. I'm finishing you off with your signature move! What's more, I'm dropping you onto your own championship belt! And lastly... There's no way I'm executing this move safely...

<JeffTheBodybuilder> I almost passed out from your knee to my chin. My body wobbles, my vision blurs and I don't know what's happening any more. However, as soon as you stuff my head into your crotch, I suddenly know what's gonna happen to me. Fuck! I'm about to be finished by my own finisher! I want to fight it out, but you lock my arms behind my back and I'm too weak to power out. When you finally land on your butt, I feel a hard and heavy impact on my skull. The canvas isn't supposed to be this hard! But I pass out before I could figure out what it is, my overmuscled body twitching uncontrollably, foaming at my mouth. I'm completely defeated, just a lifeless goop of muscle on the canvas, dick still hard.

<Flip Thunder> I roll you over, lay my body across yours with my mouth wrapping your left nipple. The ref counts, "1, 2, 3!!!"

"Here is your winner by pinfall, Flip... Thunder!!!"

The crowd goes insane and everyone is chanting Flip's name. Flip smiles as he strut around the ring. "Not a bad debut match at all."

Published: 2022-05-18, viewed 93 times.