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Wanna feel the veins on my tongue as I slide it onto this massive roid ogre's powerful pecs
Vascular, Ripped, Pecs
He doesn’t even care that you are there. You are not even a guest in his home. You are less than that. He is in admiration of his rock solid biceps, and so are you. You don’t know what to say.. he likes showing off, but maybe he doesn’t want to hear your gay remarks? His fists could send you flying across the room, so erring on the side of caution, you just silently admire his power.
Okay, I have a fair deal to make with you. For every plate I can squat that you can’t, you have to give me $100. This way, you get the satisfaction of humiliation that fags like you live off of. What’s that? You can only squat the bar? Oh man, you’re in for a rough time. Looks like we’re gonna have to stop by the ATM after this, huh?
You can usually detect Alphas by the way they are self-obsessed and shameless. But don’t they have the right to be? C'mon fags, y'all know a guy like this could whoop you into submission in a New York minute. That is, if you aren’t already pissing your pants at the thought of angering a stud like this. Best get on your knees before he notices your hesitance.
You found this picture on your girlfriend’s phone, and you have no idea who the guy is. He looks like he’s in his late teens or young 20s, but his biceps are massive and his body is chiseled like nothing you’ve seen in a guy that age. The text with the picture said, “Same place tonight babe?” Your girlfriend had told you she had to work on a project with a classmate after class, but now you knew where she was going. However, there’s no way you could confront this kid without getting your ass handed to you in front of your girlfriend, and if you tell your girlfriend that you know, she’ll know you were creeping through her phone. Something else holds you back too.. he is obviously an Alpha, and you’re just a sugar daddy for your girlfriend. She would rather give her pussy away to some college jock than let your pencil dick anywhere near her. That’s just the fate that you have been handed.
Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle !
What’s that big bro? You wanna work out with me? Okay why don’t we start with you changing the plates in between my sets. That should be more than enough of a workout for those sticks you call arms. *Bounces pecs* *Nearby chick gasps and faints* Oh yeah, that’s something else you can do, help that chick up. That sort of thing happens a lot when I work out.
Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle !
Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle !
Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle !
Hey little bro, see that last putt? So if I’ve counted right I scored 54 my first time playing, and you’ve played for years and got 81. Got another sport you want me to crush you at? I think we’re running out of them. (Reblogged from Bodybuilders in Street Clothes)
Some of my favorites from @broodingmuscle !
The thing about muscle dudes is they can literally sit on you and you’ll fucking pass out. Have you ever had the misfortune of smelling a jock’s asshole after a hard workout? Or ever felt 200+ lbs of SOLID muscle weighing down on you, as deadweight? Don’t even think about what will happen if they USE their muscles. It’s horrifying.
Ya missed me, didn’t ya dudes?
He was so young, but his arms posed such a threat. How did you even get into this situation? Mature businessmen don’t get into strength contests with muscled out teenagers! Oh.. maybe wimps like you do. The rules y'all had set were clear: if he wins, you will buy his supplements and pay for his gym membership for a year. If you win, he will quit fucking your daughter in her bed while you are home. You wanted to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, but the truth is you hadn’t touched a weight since you were forced to in high school PE class, and this guy got a rush every time he pumped iron. You sighed as you wrote a blank check for the kid before meekly entering the room where he was cockily flexing. He smirked before he approached you and said, “Might as well hand over your manhood now, business man.”
Hey fag, yeah I’m the new hand your daddy hired. Notice your sister cain’t hardly walk today? I know what I’m doin. Probably got another little farm stud like me growing inside of her. Your momma got it hard last night, now it’s your turn. Get inside this shed and bend over, and don’t make me chase after ya. These guns ain’t just for show.
Sarah was a petite sophomore and I was a football player senior. I thought I had her in the bag, like her pussy was going to be mine. I wanted so badly to get my dick wet that night, but her dad was home, and he strutted around the house without a shirt on, flaring our his lats whenever I was around. Even though we were in her room with the door shut, I couldn’t get hard, because her physically superior Dad was just lurking out in the hallway. I knew how badly he could ruin me, and how humiliating it would be. So I let it get to me, and Sarah gave me the most disappointed look when my little cock couldn’t get hurt. Her Dad had done his job as a father, and I had failed as a man.
Okay little guy we can wrestle. But just so you know, when I pin you down, I won’t ultimately taste my victory until I’m swallowing the huge load you have after being tossed around like a rag doll. And trust me, once I have you pinned helplessly under all 6'6 290 pounds of this muscle, it won’t take me long either.
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I thought he was a nice guy, because he had such a pleasant look on his face. I guess I didn’t really know him, though. He was the man whom my sister had married just a little under a month ago. I had never met him until now, because they lived clear across the country.
I had just started getting into weightlifting, and he had clearly been in the game for a while. When I was gleefully telling my sister about my latest squat PR of 135lbs, I heard a gruff chuckle from behind us. Her husband appeared and said, “That’s cute. I think 135 was my PR when I was 17 or so. Wait, no.. it was 280 then. Actually I can’t remember ever having a PR that low.
I felt kind of taken aback given that he was practically a stranger, and looked to my sister for support. Instead, I just found her stifling laughter as her hulk of a husband took her hand. Within our first meeting, he had exerted his dominance over me and demonstrated the control he had over my sister. I was already defeated.
I know you’re my son’s girlfriend, but I see the way you look at me. I’m the alpha male of this house and everyone knows it, even you. If my son were here right now, I’d force him to watch what I’m about to do to you. You’ve never felt a real man pleasure you. These thick fingers will turn your world upside down. I can literally lift you with one hand. My thighs can hold your trembling body steady. And when my pulsating cock forces its way into depths that my son’s tiny dick could only dream of, all it’ll take is one big hand of mine to stifle your screams of pleasure. So come here baby, it only hurts at first.