Jason Had Always Been Underestimated. His Face, Framed By Glasses And A Mop Of Slightly Unruly Hair,

Jason had always been underestimated. His face, framed by glasses and a mop of slightly unruly hair, gave off the distinct vibe of a bookish nerd. Most people pegged him as the quiet type, someone more likely to be found hunched over a laptop than in a gym. But they couldn’t have been more wrong. Beneath his plain clothes was a body built from years of relentless training—broad shoulders, biceps that bulged like iron cables, and a chest that strained against the fabric of any shirt he wore. His physique was that of a powerhouse, hidden in plain sight.

He stepped into the gym one evening, his massive frame dwarfing the heavy bag in front of him. A few guys in the corner glanced his way, chuckling to themselves. One of them nudged his friend. “What’s the nerd doing here?” he whispered, not bothering to hide his smirk.

Jason ignored them. He adjusted his hands - cracking his knuckles. The room seemed to hold its breath as he squared up with the punching bag. His eyes focused, his body coiled with pure, explosive power. He inhaled slowly, his muscles tensing, every fiber of his being honing in on the target in front of him.

Then, without warning, his fist shot forward like a cannon. The impact was so fast, so violent, that the entire gym seemed to shake for a split second. The sound like a gun going off. The punching bag didn’t just sway or bend—it disintegrated. Leather ripped apart, the stuffing inside exploded outward, scattering in every direction like confetti, leaving nothing but a broken chain swinging helplessly from the ceiling.

The gym fell silent. The guys who had been laughing moments before stood frozen, their jaws hanging open. Jason lowered his fist, flexing his massive forearm as if it was nothing more than a warm-up. He glanced at the wreckage of the bag, then casually looked over at the stunned onlookers, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Guess I’ll need a new one," he said calmly, his voice carrying the confidence of a man who knew his strength was unmatched.

As he walked away, the thought hung heavy in the air—if Jason’s fist could do that to a punching bag, imagine what it could do to a person. One punch, and it could be over before anyone even realized what hit them. Jason’s power wasn’t just impressive; it was dangerous. No one in that gym would ever make the mistake of underestimating him again.

Whenever I watch this guy, all I can hear is the sound of breaking bones....

I pick up the apple, turning it over in my hand, feeling the smooth surface against the thick calluses of my palm. My forearm muscles tighten, veins popping out like cables, each one a testament to the power I’ve built over years of hard work. This apple doesn’t stand a chance, and neither would anyone who thought they could match my strength.

With a smirk, I start to close my fingers around the apple, not even needing to put in much effort. The fruit gives way instantly, the skin splitting and juice spilling over my hand as it crumples under the pressure. It’s like it was never whole to begin with—just crushed to nothing by the strength in my grip.

I flex my forearm, watching the veins pulse, knowing that if I wanted to, I could do the same to another man’s hand. "That’s real power," I say, tossing the broken apple aside, "and it’s just a taste of what these hands can do."

“They call me the juicier.”

Let me make something perfectly clear: when a guy steps up to me, thinking his size is going to save him, it’s already over. You’ve got these big, bulky dudes walking around like they own the place, but the second I get my hands on you? It’s a wrap. You’re going down, hard. And trust me, I enjoy every second of it.

See, I’m not just some gymnast who can pull off flips and tricks. I’m packing freakish strength under this singlet, and if you ever had the balls to test me, you’d find out real quick that my body isn’t just for show. Every muscle I’ve got is denser, stronger, and built for one thing—breaking bigger guys like you. And it's not just my strength that's bigger than yours... Pound-for-pound, I’m a beast, and when I get a grip on you? You’re done. I’m going to make you feel weak. You think you’ve got power because you can lift some heavy weights? That’s a joke. When I lock you down, you’ll realize real strength isn’t about how big you are—it’s about how hard I can go, how much control I have, and how I can keep going long after you’ve gassed out.

Let’s talk about that, actually. You think you’ve got stamina because you can throw up some heavy weights for a few sets? Please. I’ll take you apart and do it for as long as I want. I can go harder, longer, and as many times as I want, and you? You’ll be done before I’ve even started. You’re just big, slow, and weighed down by all that useless muscle. I’ve got more power packed into this smaller body than you’ll ever have, and I know exactly how to use it. When I get my hands on you, I’m not just going to beat you—I’m going to own you. I’ll dominate you so completely that you’ll be begging to tap out, but I won’t let you. Not until I’ve had my fill.

Because let’s face it, I love this. I love taking a guy who thinks he’s strong, grabbing hold of him, and watching him break under me. I’ll squeeze, I’ll press, and I’ll make sure you feel every ounce of strength I’ve got. You’ll feel my muscles, and you’ll realize that even though I’m smaller, I’m not the one at a disadvantage. You are. And you’re going to know that real quick when you feel the power I’m packing under this singlet.

And here’s the thing—I could do this all day. I’ll keep going, keep pushing pushing my thick cock into you over and over. Keep making you suffer for as long as I want. Your strength will give out long before mine does. You’ll be gasping for air, muscles shaking, ass aching while I’m still in total control, still forcing you to feel just how much stronger I am.How much BIGGER I am inside of you. And I won’t stop. Not until I’m done with you. You’ll be face down, completely wrecked, and I’ll still be on top of you, ready to go again. And again. And again. And believe me, I’ll make sure you know that I could keep going, keep destroying you, for as long as I want. Because I own this.

You’ll never overpower me. You won’t outlast me. And in the end? You’ll be broken, and I’ll be right there, grinning, because this is what I do. I break bigger guys for fun. I turn them into my sex toys. So go ahead, think your size is going to help you. But when it’s all said and done, when I’ve got you locked down, pinned, and begging for it to stop, just remember—I warned you."

This project manager has been riding me all week, thinking he’s the one in charge just because he’s got a clipboard and a title. But out here, on the site, it’s real strength that matters, not some fancy degree or a bossy attitude. Today, I’ve had enough, and it’s time to show him who’s really in control.

I’m standing there, my bright orange vest straining against my massive chest, barely holding together as my pecs push against the fabric. It’s obvious this vest wasn’t made for a guy built like me, but it does the job—just like I do, day in and day out. I catch the project manager giving me that same old look, thinking he’s got something over me, but he doesn’t know what he’s about to walk into.

I grab him before he even knows what’s happening, and in one swift move, I’ve got him on the ground, my powerful denim-covered legs wrapped around his neck in a head-scissors. His face is turning red, his hands desperately clawing at my thighs, but it’s useless. These legs have been hauling steel, climbing scaffolding, and carrying more weight than he could ever dream of. The denim stretches tight over my quads as I start to squeeze, and I can feel him panicking, realizing just how outmatched he is.

With him trapped between my legs, I decide to drive the point home. I raise one arm above, flexing my huge bicep, making sure he sees the sheer size and power I’m packing. "You think you’re the boss here?" I taunt, tightening the squeeze just enough to make him gasp. "Take a good look, because this is what real power looks like. You’ve been trying to push me around, but now you’re gonna learn who’s really in charge."

He’s struggling, but it’s pathetic—he’s no match for the strength in my legs, let alone the rest of me. I keep flexing, showing off, making sure he knows that no matter what his title says, I’m the one who’s got the real power. "You feel that? That’s my quads crushin’ you, and I ain’t even tryin’ hard yet. You wanna keep this up, or are you ready to admit who’s the real boss here?"

He’s got no choice but to give in, gasping for air, tapping out against my leg. I ease up, but I don’t let him go just yet. "Remember this next time you think about giving me trouble. Out here, strength rules, and I’ve got more than enough to make sure you never forget it."

Finally, I release him, watching as he scrambles away, humiliated and defeated. I stand tall, flexing my arm one last time for good measure, knowing that from now on, there’s no doubt who’s really running the show.

Construction worker Headscissor

He had everything, a top 500 company, a beautiful wife, a mansion. The only thing he just could not have was a son or daughter. He tried to get his wife pregnant for years, through expensive procedures nothing worked. His seed was bad.

In the last session a nurse told the wife about having another man would have more luck. She said they recently had a man from the military for testing and his sperm is off the charts potent. The amount of healthy swimmers in his cum was 100%, and had 300 times more swimmers in it than average. He filled four cups with his load. The wife got his contact, and would discuss it with her husband.

Back home there wasn’t much discussion, this was going to happen. The husband did want to be present by the entire process. So the wife contacted him, it turned out the natural insemination would be best. He had no history of medical issues which could be hereditary. The next cycle of the wife would be in two weeks, he would be coming over then.

The day had come, the wife opened the door and met him in. She was shocked, as was the husband. They been so busy with the medical diseases they never bothered to ask about his physical appearance. The bull they invited is a giant, standing 7.2 feet tall. Looking muscled all over, wide and heavy. The wife immediately looked at her husband, she knew he is going to wreck her.

He is a real gentleman, talked soothing and calmed any nerves there were. He commanded respect and authority as he talked, he would not mind having the husband present for insemination would be a precious moment for them too. He would like to have the husband naked beside the bed on his knees. The wife’s only thought was about finally having a baby in her, and her thoughts it would not be her husbands genes just faded. Now she had a better baby daddy, big and strong.

As they walked to the bedroom, he continued about how he will first get to eat her out. It would be better if the wife got really in the mood, horny, and had an orgasm or before he starts. It would increase the odds. He then said it also helps to get himself in her, because then she would be able to stretch out further and wet enough to not experience much pain. The husband got the great task to encourage both of them, keeping the fire burning by any means until the load is inside.

As they entered the bedroom he took off his tank top. Both just stared at him, this buff man was had sixpack abs. He looked amazing and much stronger now, as he got the wife in bed. Slowly pulling away her pants and underwear. He licked her clit, then proceeded to eat her pussy. The raw feeling of his breath on her parts, the fur on his lips and the big tongue licking her clit and working its way in, all too good. The husband watched as he saw his wife enjoy every second of it, unsure if he ever saw her this pleased before.

The wife reached to the bulls head, but the moment she touched him he grabbed her hand and moved it back on the side of her body. He kept it there, holding it in place. The wife began to whimper and move more. Her legs trembling, she came. At that moment the bull stood up, telling her she is ready now. As the wife came back from her high she could see the bull had began to undo his pants. Then his underwear. Only to see why he mentioned she had to he really ready for him. The bull pulled his already erect cock out.

There he stood, towering on the side of the bed, the wife on the edge with her legs open and her pussy, it ready, wet and hungry. The bull with his 12 inch long cock and 9 inch in circumference, a legit wine bottle shaped cock without the head peace, just the thickest part of it going down to base. He stood there, a big drip of pre flowing from the tip. The wife swallowed, then looked at her husband. She told him she loves him, and then asked if he had ever seen sized like that. The bull chuckles, as he grabbed both the wife’s legs and pulled it more to the edge and spread them. Then one hand he used to direct his tool right against the tight entrance of her cunt. The bull looked at her, then at the husband, then as he looked at him he slowly entered the wife.

She started to show discomfort, the bull ordered the husband to comfort her. The husband told the wife she can do it, the wife in pain as slowly the bull pushed more of himself inside of her. The bull took a step closer, and increased his speed of going in. His cock now halfway in the bull stopped for a moment. He told the wife to relax and breath, let your body adjust to it. He told the husband to come closer and lick his wife clit. He did just that, getting to lick that clit as a massive meat is just below going in. The bull used now his hand to direct the husband his face to pleasure that clit, guiding it around. It did the trick as the bull could feel the wetness increasing and less tightening around his meat, steadily he pushed in further until his whole cock is in. He pushed away the husband and told him to sit back on his knees.

The bull carefully began to thrust, starting with tiny movements and slowly increasing them. The wife whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure, the pain slowly fading as more of her body began to accept this invading force. The bull looked at the husband, making a face expression of total enjoyment and continued to increase the amount of going out and back in. For a while he did that, until he could just pull it completely out and ram it back in. The way her pussy stayed open after doing that several times showed how good her body can adjust to take him. The bull complimented the wife with how good she can take a real cock. He began fucking her, thrusting in her.

The bull fucked her for a while like that, the wife drooling and her eyes rolling back. She enjoyed it at last. The bull stopped as he thrusted balls deep. He ordered the husband to bring his backpack, the bull began making very short thrusting movements until the husband brought the backpack. There the bull opened and took two vials, and two needles and placed them next to the wife. The first one he took is for her, he told the husband it was given by the doctor to help with the fertility. What the husband didn’t know and the bull neglected to tell him was that it is a mix of powerful hormones. Which would result considering the wife has no issues with her fertility it will boost it massively. It means she will release not one egg tonight but several, and after that the chance of those fertilized eggs splitting for twins is significantly high as well, triplets are almost guaranteed. Also in the mixture are some boost to the sexdrive, making her more hungry for seed and cock also energizing ingredients making sure she will be awake and going for a whole night.

The bull then took the second vial and jabbed himself with it. To which he didn’t not explain what it did to the husband. That mixture however would is going to boost his stamina, with it pumping in him he is ready and going for a whole night. His cock will be and stay rock hard without any effort as it might be after a good hour of pounding, with this that will not be an issue. The last part is that he will be more primal, and put his nuts in overdrive. His cock slowly became more erect, as powerful thick veins reached the surface of it as it expanded somewhat more.

The husband watched as he saw the bull and his wife expression turning less intelligent and more primal. Then the bull and the wife violently got close to each other and kissed. The bull then pushed her back down and started ramming his cock hard in her. She just moaned in excitement, screaming fuck yes make me yours. He could see the bull his mindless grin, as he just brutally used his wife.

He saw his wife getting fucked in so many positions, more than he could count. In his mind images of his wife enjoying another man’s cock are seared into it. She never ever been so happy. He could see the body of the bull being glistening in sweat, he slowly began to be turned on by him as well. As the bull noticed his presence he lunged towards the husband and pulled his head towards him. He ordered the husband to clean his body from sweat. Then to start licking his pits and nipples. The wife still taking the pounding as the bull kept going without showing a sign of slowing down.

It started to be light once again outside, the room itself smelled like a mix of sex and sweat. The bull and the wife both drenched in it, the drug keeping the bull from cumming began to wear off. It was designed like that, the wife’s body completely ready to take every bit of seed he is about to shoot in her.

The bull climbed on her, missionary he kissed her. His cock as deep as it could get. She begged him to get her pregnant, and finally her eyes widened. She could feel it throb as a big burst entered her, that massive cock now a hose flooding her pussy with hot seed. His heavy body on top, his tongue down her throat all she could was taking it until the last drop. He just kept blasting more and more, the husband watched. He could see the base of his cock and balls throbbing and he knew what was happening. He looked at the time two times, the first time when it began and the second time when the unloading subsided. The bull filled her for 18 minutes long, he rolled over making the wife being on top. Then the husband saw the aftermath, she already looked pregnant with how womb stretched out with his cum. It looked like she might been 9 months already, her belly showing stretch marks. The bull didn’t pull out, his cock lodged in her cunt. He then looked exhausted at the husband, he ordered him to lick and clean any spillage as they both gather their strength. The wife immediately out and sleeping, her head on his big muscled chest. Her arms around his sweaty strong body. The bull wrapped his arms around her body, then closed his eyes. They both slept for 12 hours as his massive cock now acted like a plug to keep the seed in her.

….

10 months later the wife and husband had 7 babies to take care off. The bull fathered 4 boys and 3 girls. The boys all had grown much taller already than boys should be that age. They both knew they were going to be big men like their father.

The bull, he is coming over in 3 months. He is bringing in a new batch of babies. After that, he will become more active in the children’s lives. Staying in their mansion, time will tell how much more will be born from that arrangement.

Take a good look, boy. This is what real power looks like—nothing but raw muscle, every inch of me built to dominate. I’m standing here in nothing but my underwear, and I know you can’t tear your eyes away.

These muscles are massive, carved from years of hard work, and they’re all on display just to remind you how small and weak you are. Now, get on your knees. I said, kneel. You don’t deserve to stand in my presence, not when I’m towering over you like this. My legs could crush you, my chest could smother you, and my arms could snap you in half without breaking a sweat.

I’m bigger, stronger, and more powerful than you could ever imagine. And now, since you know your place, get down there and worship my feet. That’s right—barefoot and ready for you to show some respect. Kiss them, lick them, and don’t stop until I’m satisfied. You’re beneath me in every way, and nothing drives that home more than you on your knees, groveling at my feet. Know your place, boy, and remember—you’re here to serve me