Jfc Such A Privilege To Be Able To Fuel That Growth Tributing Rn

Jfc such a privilege to be able to fuel that growth 😭😭 tributing rn

Getting WIDE 😈💪🏽

God the damage He could do with that bicep…and you’d thank him for it, wouldn’t you? 😈😈😈

Admit it: this is the only God you believe in. The only one worth your tithe$

OH YEAHH 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽😈😈

Not exaggerating when I say this man’s biceps are bigger than my thighs

Still GROWIN' 💪🏽

You’d never seen a Man so large, if the word “Man” could even describe the Titan before you. With thighs bigger your waist and pit stains so wide you’d smother if you ever got close, you couldn’t help but look, stare, even, with no one else there.

When the gargantuan weights he’s pushing settle in at the end of his rep, the clang makes the floor shake. The enormous sound startles you. How could it possibly be so heavy, even as he completes a perfect rep?

One quick glance your way is enough to send you scurrying.

“Did he see me?”

You’re not even sure if he noticed you, and yet, an indirect gaze less than millisecond in length was enough to envelop you in a sense of inferiority. What could drive a Man to want that kind of strength? The kind of strength that looks like it could tear your biceps to shreds with a squeeze. And you’d made good progress in the gym, but no should be such a…

You stammer over your inclination to call the Man a God…but mostly because it doesn’t do him justice.

You shake your head and decide to focus on your own training, and head to the floor for presses. It wasn’t chest day, but after that sight, you’re feeling a bit inspired.

After lying down, you get through 7 reps, struggling through a heavier lift than you’re used to. You close your eyes to get through one more before a break between sets but it won’t move.

“Am I really that weak?”

Though opening your eyes reveals you’ve been cast in shadow. So much you don’t even register the basketball-wide hands resting on the bar beside your own, or the musky scented heat surrounding you… That is, until your heart sinks…

The heaviest weight you’ve ever encountered slams down on your chest, and your body buckles, the air rushes from your lungs as you flail in a painful panic, fighting frantically for something to grab hold of, to give you enough leverage to move the Titanic weight, and yet a part of you knows…. You go to let out a desperate scream, but even if you could get in the air, you’re under so much pressure it could never escape.

Darkness surrounds you as the Man’s colossal quads swallow your skull whole, crushing it so tight it could crack.

“Stop struggling, fag.”

You never had a choice in the matter. You try to breathe in between the massive quads, more frightened than a fish helpless gasping on the sand, but your struggles fall limp, and darkness fades to black…

Just before you pass out, the man eases up just enough to let you take one breath, before settling back down again. Finally, you can take him in.

His thighs…each one twice as high as your torso, his shoulders wider than the racks of any bench, his pecs looming, menacing like boulders just itching to smash your face to a pulp.

“Ca—…breat—” but a glob of spit chokes away your pathetic pleading as it hits the back of your open throat. Your too crushed to even cough it up, so you swallow, the most pained swallow forced down an esophagus crushed flat. The taste of it lingers from the effort it took.

“I don’t care, fag.” His voice barrels down into you, the floor quaking beneath you. And yet, he lifts off anyway. You suck in the most panicked breaths you’ve ever taken. You try to move, to make a rush for the exit, but your body still feels pinned, leaden with the de-oxygenated blood rushing through your throbbing skull, your pounding chest. All you can focus on is staying conscious, you don’t even register the naked, medicine-ball glutes hurtling back towards your chest.

When the air is forced from you once more, you almost feel disappointed, unable to take in the Musk of the quads pushing tight against your skull, or the nutsack resting heavy on your chin…

Almost out of kindness, He raises up just enough to let you get a whiff, and the stench sends you to Nirvana, transforming your breathless delirium into an opiate.

When he settles back down again, the thick head of his cock rests just beyond your lips, smearing them with sweat & pre-cum.

“Beg for the right to suck it.”

Is this really happening? You think, frozen in terror.

“I’ll let you breathe if I feel satisfied, fag.”

But…I can’t speak…how can I beg? You wonder, to afraid to make sense of what’s going on

“Do it, now!” He booms, sharply.

You wrap your lips tight around the head, your tongue lapping up the salty taste while the Titan moans…

Suddenly he pulls out, and the quads clamp down like a face, threatening to smatter your skull once more.

“Did I give you permission to suck it, bitch?”

Your head moves maybe millimeters as you shake your head no, your tears pooling where your skull meets his quads.

“BEG, boy, do I make myself clear?”

You do your best to nod, but you can’t move your skull as the quads crush down tighter.

“Say it. Now.”

“Yes” you manage to eke out, and god it hurts, the air raspy its way up your throat like trying to cough up a whole jawbreaker.

“Yes, what?” He raises a fist, the hand eclipsing your field of vision…there’s no way you could…

“Yes Sir.” You don’t know where “Sir” came from, it just seemed natural, even as choking up the words slices your larynx to oblivion.

“Good fag. I’m gonna let you breathe just this once, and I swear to God if I’m not at the back of that pretty little throat by the time your face turns purple…”

You gulp, painfully, before taking that last breath he allows you to take. Once the smell of his balls hit you again, begging feels natural.

With the head of his cock just past your lips, you beg for the privilege to suck it, your mouth starting to water at the thought. Your wet lips slide back and forth over the cock head, massaging it as it grows, thicker, fuller, longer, inching its way over your tongue so every painful plea forces it tight around the shaft.

God, the taste…

As you use your last bits of breath to worship the Giant crushing you to dust, you realize it’d be wasted on anything else. Even as it touches the back of your throat, and your eyes begin to roll back as you suffocate. Once it’s fully engorged, you can’t even move your mouth enough to beg, let alone get any air around the thick cock.

Without thinking, you let out a pathetic gasp, incidentally pulling the cock deeper.

He grabs you by the hair roughly, and pulls you even closer to his crotch.

“You just lost your right to breathe, fag.”

The looming Titan leans forward over you, slowly, deliberately, so you have every second to feel his gargantuan weight force his cock into you. He only stops when he feels your nose pressed flat against his crotch, your tiny fists pounding at his glutes as you beg for a breath, waiting for you to weaken even too much to do that before pulling his hips back slowly.

You suck in all the air you can get around the cock filling your mouth before it’s slammed back in, hard, you can feel your throat bruising, the pain reaching through the back of your neck. Out again, higher this time, but you’re so dazed from the first pump you forget to breathe. The second nearly knocks you out. In and out he goes, over and over, harder and harder each time, his thighs crushing your torso like pythons the harder he rams your weak little throat.

As his moans rumble through you, and the God pummels you, you start to choke on a mix of your own drool, his pre-cum, and so much sweat, everywhere, stinging your eyes to the point of tears, waterboarding you as your chest is squeezed to the breaking point.

The hot, warm, wet cock is relentless.

“Such a good fag,” He says, pounding away even harder.

You begin to wonder…is this how it ends?

You know what day it is 💪🏽😈💰

Fuel the growth 📈💪🏽

Have you made your tribute yet? We all know you just got paid, and you know the punishment for fag-tax fraud, don’t you? 😈

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