Look At You, Groveling At My Feet Like The Pathetic Insect You Are. You Dont Even Deserve To Be In The

Look at you, groveling at my feet like the pathetic insect you are. You don’t even deserve to be in the same room as me, let alone this close to my boots. But I’m gonna let you stay there, because I want you to feel just how insignificant you really are. My legs are massive, muscles bulging so hard they’re about to tear through these jeans, and you’re down there, trembling like the weak little nothing you are. You’re so small, so pitiful, that it’s almost amusing. I could snap you in two with these legs, but where’s the fun in that? Nah, I want you to see this boot, feel its weight as I lift it over you, let you imagine what it’d be like to have all this power come crashing down on your worthless body.

Now, lick it. Go on, get your tongue on it and show me how much you know your place. I could crush you right here, but instead, I’ll let you grovel and clean my boots, knowing that you’re completely at my mercy.

You think you’re scared now? Wait until you feel the full force of my strength, every muscle in my body flexing, knowing that I could destroy you anytime I want. I love seeing the fear in your eyes, knowing that you’re completely powerless, and there’s nothing you can do about it. This is your place—beneath me, trembling, licking my boots, knowing that at any moment, I could decide to snuff you out or keep you around just to remind you of how massive, powerful, and utterly unstoppable I am.

I spot him across the bar, this cute little thing, and I can’t help but smirk. He’s got no idea what’s coming. I’m the biggest guy here by far—towering over everyone, muscles stretching my shirt to the limit, and that thick beard just adds to the intimidation. No one dares look me in the eye for too long, but this guy? He’s about to learn his place.

I make my way over, stepping behind him, and without warning, I wrap my thick arm around his throat. At first, I keep it playful—just enough to make him think it’s all in good fun. He laughs nervously, probably thinking I’m just the bouncer messing around. But that laugh dies quick. I start squeezing harder, feeling his pulse quicken under my grip, and his body stiffens when he realizes this isn’t just some joke.

I tighten my hold even more, and I can feel his panic rising. His hands come up, weakly trying to pry my arm off, but it’s no use. I’m way too strong for him. His breathing gets more shallow, and I enjoy every second of it. His struggle fuels me. I lean in, my voice low and sinister, right by his ear, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now.”

I can feel him trembling, completely powerless in my grip, but I don’t stop. In fact, I squeeze even harder, just enough to make him fear I might snap something. He’s helpless, and he knows it. The fear in his eyes as he realizes there’s no escape—that’s what I thrive on.

Without a word to anyone, I drag him through the crowd like a rag doll, his feet barely keeping up. People might glance over, but no one’s gonna step in—not when it’s me in control. They know better. He’s coming with me, whether he likes it or not, and he’s about to find out just how much I enjoy making someone squirm.

Once I lock these arms around your head, it’s over. These arms are like steel cables, and once they’re wrapped around you, there’s no escape. You can struggle, fight, claw all you want, but all you'll feel is my biceps squeezing tighter. You’ll be trapped, helpless—just waiting to tap out. The only way out is when I decide to let go.

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."

"Take a good, long look, boy. Yeah, that’s right—MEAT, right across the waistband, and trust me, it’s no exaggeration. I’m packing more than just muscle under these briefs. What I’ve got down there? It’s as big as the rest of me, heavy and thick, just like you’d expect from a man my size. You think these legs are impressive? They don’t even compare to what’s between ‘em. This ain’t just for show—I’ve got the size to back it up, and it’s all real, all me.

You can see it straining against the fabric, can’t you? It’s hard not to notice when you’re working with something this massive. Most men don’t even come close to measuring up, and that’s just the way it is. I’m built big everywhere, and that includes where it counts. So while you’re standin’ there, tryin’ to take it all in, just remember—I’m not just stronger than you, I’m bigger in every damn way. And by the time I’m done, you’ll understand why they call me MEAT—‘cause what I’m packing is just as dominant as the rest of me."