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Imagine you just won in a fight? What are some good stakes for the loser (me)? What's a good punishment for losing. I got one! Have me tied up. Then while you do whatever you want to my chest and stomach, have a stethoscope taped to my chest with a microphone. Listen to my heart struggle to pump blood and keep me alive as your devastating punches hit my chest and abs. If that turns you on, then use that feeling to keep going. Use the power dynamic and the rush to push further into this type of play. If you hear my heart struggle from whatever you're doing, do more of it. Go further.

You can listen as it goes faster as you punch my stomach, or you can try to make my heart skip a beat by punching it directly. You can do all sorts of things during this game, to risk my most vital organ while listening in on it. This can even include electroshocks. Yes, that's right. Set up some electrodes to my chest, and play with the settings on the machine. Goof around with it, while you toy with my strong heart.

Remember, in the moment, you'd own my heart and my blood flow and should be allowed to do whatever you want. Increase demand on my heart while you tear at my abs.

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Senaste redigerade 2023-08-01 20:45 av Leopard; 18 kommentar(er)
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Please read Part 1 and 2 before continuing

Part 1: https://www.meetfighters.com/Leopard.blog/2013-08-09

Part 2: https://www.meetfighters.com/Leopard.blog/2013-08-26

As you search the crowd, you scan for potential partners to further ruin this man's abs. You find a black man over by the end, yelling the loudest. He's shirtless, already tossed it a while ago in excitement, body drenched in sweat. While clearly obese, the man's arms and legs seem to be built like tree trunks. He's a truly massive man in his 40s, upwards of 300 bs. You call him up to the ring, and the ref allows it: "A choice has been made!"

Looking down at your opponent, you notice him glance at this new man entering the ring. His face contorts in fear, as he knows exactly what's coming. He tires to get onto his knees to crawl away, unable to even speak. With a gentle push of the foot, you knock him back onto his side, and then kick him so he's laying back on his back. "You're really in for it now" you tell him.

The ref shouts out, "You and him now have 5 minutes together. Feel free to do whatever you want." Your new friend looks at you with a smile. It looks like he also shares your jealousy and interest in dominating a muscle stud. He opens his mouth, "I will put every ounce of me weight and strength into this, and the next 5 minutes might be my hardest workout I have ever done."

As he says that, you smell his breath. And it's god awful. Turns out you picked a man with terrible hygiene, but who cares? Us two will now ruin this muscle stud together. You look at the muscle stud's stomach, and back at your partner. "Go ahead, give it a shot, try it and enjoy it" you say, encouraging him to do whatever he wants. With a smile he says "will do" right before hocking a large loogie right at the center of his abs. You watch in both pleasure and shock as he proceeds to blow a large snot rocket right onto his abs with perfect accuracy. Then lifts his massive leg and stomps directly onto the abs, splattering both the spit and snot on his skin. DAMN, that was a massive turn on.

He then steps over the body, putting all his weight. "You like that punk" he says as he steps over to the other side, and pulls down his pants. You look at the ref with concern, but he doesn't seem to be stopping him. Looks like the ref is enjoying the show too much at this point to actually enforce his own rules! The black man unleashes a smegma covered cock, and {removed} all over his abs. "You're trash, you know that" he says as the crowd cheers. You can feel yourself getting hard, even as he pulls back his pants.

"Hey, let's I got an idea" you tell your new friend. You stand on the muscle stud's chest, and hear him wheeze out air from his poor lungs. "Come stand on his abs, let's do a double trample. Your friend steps onto his abs, with a total of 550 lbs on this man's body. Then you both begin to carefully, without slipping, walk all over his body, including his chest, abs, head, biceps, cock and legs. At one point you jump 2 feet up into the air from his chest and land with both feet into his abs devastating the muscle. Your partner looks at you with a smile, and get's off.

"Hey man, lets take turns jumping on his pathetic meat body!" And that you do, one by one, almost like children, jumping on and off his abs with both feet. BOOM, next, BOOM, next. Laughing about it, as if you guys were playfully toying around at a playground. After a bit of this, you bend down and pick up the barely conscious muscle stud by the armpits, and hold him in front of you. "Here," you say, "your personal punching bag!" Your partner looks at him with a smile and starts punching, full force hits. It seems like he was once a really good boxer, because with almost perfect form, he hits lefts and rights to the man's abs with rapid succession. Each hit hard enough to even push you down, you hold the meat punching bag tightly, making sure neither of you fall. "UGH UGH UGH" the man blurts with each punch destroying his abs. Redish purple welts begin to appear over the bruises. Each of his six packs are feverishly attacked.

As the time is ticking, you feel your 5 minutes is almost up with your partner, so you decide to end it off with a bang. You drop the body, and ask if your partner is willing to do more of that disgusting snot or spit stuff before he leaves. He looks at you and tells you he has an idea, and comes up close, whispers it in you ear. You glow in excitement, and go up the turnbuckle. So does your partner. Now both of you, are on either side of the ring, 4 feet above ground. At the same time, both of you hock a large loogie onto his face. Yours misses but your friend's hit right under the nose. You both yell together "RUIN THOSE ABS" as you both jump onto the body at almost the same time. You land about half a second earlier, right onto his abs causing his body to jackknife. And almost immideitly get out of the way for the incoming 300 lb man landing onto his abs with both his feet too. BOOM BOOM. You look back at the muscle stud, now badly hurt and covered in sweat.

The ref thanks him and ushers him off the stage. Your friend leaves happy and satisfied.

"Now we're about 20 minutes into the program" the ref shouts out, "both fighters now have access to weapons!" The ref tells you and the crowd that there are a hoard of blunt force trauma weapons under the ring.

You think to yourself, "wow what a pleasant change of pace" as ideas start to race through your mind. You want to truly obliterate his abs and how you have the weapons to do so. It's not like your opponent is strong enough at this point You leave the ring, and peer underneath to see what lies behind the curtain. Cinderblocks, bricks, bats, chains, and even some furniture! Your eyes look around, your heart races. You start to get more and more excited as you check out all the stuff under the ring. Stones of all sizes, hammers, metal poles, tires, etc... the list goes on. It almost looks like a junkyard down here but oddly not.

Well, looks like your little muscle victim is in for some severe pain...

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Senaste redigerade 2021-04-24 01:05 av Admin; 3 kommentar(er)
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Online Fitness Dom

I'm currently looking for a Fitness Dom (100% Online).

As a Fitness Dom, you will have all control of my workouts and also some aspects of my diet. You basically have all the power, and will be able to decide how hard I workout, how often I workout, which body parts I target, etc...

You will be able to choose what body type you want me to achieve, and then motivate me through various punishments to make sure I get there. Is this the type of thing you'd enjoy doing? Then keep reading:

How it works:

  • We will create an excel sheet that tracks my workout numbers (reps and sets) for all my exercises and my body measurements.
  • You can then decide what exercises you want me to do, and when. How often you want me to work out.
  • We both create punishments for myself, that are based on varying infractions to keep me motivated.

And that's it :)

After the first day, it's very little work for you and a lot more work for me.

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Senaste redigerade 2018-01-18 09:14 av Leopard; 7 kommentar(er)
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Cyber Match

The following is one of my most memorable cyber matches.

Him: I watch this muscled hunk enter the ring, then follow myself, 275 pounds of hairy muscle and fat, my entire body practically covered in a layer of fur. I slide under the bottom rope, then walk towards my corner, eyes narrowing as I watch you
Me: I look at the crowd, pat my abs, my signature body part. Every match consists of guys attempting to damage them out of jealousy. This is my first time coming against someone so large though. I look at you, ready....
Him: Right as you turn to look at me, I charge, grabbing your shoulders and ramming my knee into your groin. As you go low, I slam my knee into your muscled gut once, then twice, before pulling back and nailing you right in the face with a hard punch
Me: I fall onto my back, one hand on my face, and the other on my groin. Wasn't aware groin hits were allowed, shocked and stunned. I try to get up.
Him: As you try to get up, I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you to your feet. I pull my fist back, then slam punch after punch into your muscled gut, machine gunning my fist into it
Me: The crowd loves what they see, watching the muscular guy get dominated by the fat guy, right on his most prised part of his body.
Him: My hand goes lower, grabbing your cock and squeezing hard, twisting it as I do. "What's the matter pretty boy?" I hiss in your ear, abusing your crotch hard. "You aren’t looking so good." With that, I throw you towards the corner
Me: I fall back into the corner, hitting it hard. You're stronger than you look. I initially thought you were some fat guy, but no... this dude's crazy strong. The momentum of me landing into the turnbuckle pushes my arms back.
Him: I give my big gut two slaps, then charge, jumping at you in the corner, going for a big body splash
Me: your body lands on mine, squishing me into the corner and compressing my rib cage. The entire ring shakes. The crowd loves it.
Him: I grind you into the corner for a bit, forcing my cock against yours, smirking as I feel how hard it is. "Looks like pretty boy here likes getting his ass handed to!" I call to the crowd. I pull back, then begin to slam knee after knee into your gut, smirking as the crowd cheers me on
Me: The crowd counts as you slam each hit. "ONE" they yell with the first, "TWO" they yell with the second and so on. The perfect six pack abs being smashed against the knees, you can hear faint "destroy his abs" and such from other larger men in the audience.
Him: I grab one of your legs, draping it over the middle rope, then do the same to your other, leaving you hanging in the corner. I slam a hard fist into your face, then go low, slamming hard fist after fist into your gut, demolishing you as I tear into your stomach. Pretty hard and fairly rapid.
Him: I go low, then slam uppercut after uppercut into your chin, abusing every part of you I can
Me: My head goes up, and I fall off the turnbuckle. I try to begin to get up but can't, so I try to crawl away.
Him: I grab your boxers as you try and crawl away, then rip them off. I hold them to my nose, taking a deep whiff, then throw them to the crowd. "Smells like a bitch to me!" I call. I jump, then slam my ass hard on your back, forcing you down hard onto the mat
Me: The air from my lungs are forced out, I groan in pain. I flip from under you, and lay on my back, stretching in pain.
Him: I smirk as you roll onto your back, exposing your gut for more. "he really wants it!" I call to the crowd, raising my arms and slamming my elbow into your gut again and again, digging in deep as each blow slams into you
Me: for each elbow, are you getting up and landing down onto it, or are you laying down and hitting each one?
Him: laying down
Me: my hands come in the way, blocking your elbows after the first two.
Me: My body's slowed down from the pain, and my stomach reddened
Him: I growl, then swat your hands away, letting a bit glob of spit fly out of my mouth and land on your face. "You asked for this by stepping in the ring bitch." i snarl, giving your face a hard slap. I get to my feet, then jump, slamming both feet into your gut, grinding my heel into your stomach after I land.
Me: my body jackknifes with the impact. Women in the audience cheer, loving the destruction of someone they can't ever get. Men love seeing the body they'll never attain get ruined. Some guys in the audience started jacking off under their pants.
Me: My abs get twisted as you grind them from under both your feet.
Him: I raise my foot, then stomp down onto your stomach hard, hearing you groan as I do so. I sneer down at you, then move off of you, pulling down the front of my speedo, my hairy cock appearing. "You're trash." I snicker, before letting loose a stream of piss over your chest and face, the crowd cheering as I humiliate you in the ring.
Me: My hands cover my face after a large amount of warm piss hits me. You hear from the crowd "fuck yea" and "he's worthless compared to you" along with various other things. Little fat kids watch as they see their new hero, and they learn about their new developing fetish.
Him: I finish, flicking my cock, letting the last few drops get on you. I flex for the crowd, then move to the corner. I climb up high, getting to the top rope, then jump, slamming my big stomach onto yours
Me: My body jack knives with the impact. the crowd roars as the ring shakes.
Me: Everyone jumping up and down with excitement
Him: I get to my feet, pulling my speedo off complete, sneering down at you. I give my ass two slaps, then jump, slamming it down on your face, weding you in between my hairy cheeks. I flex for the crowd, then begin to slam my fists into your gut, pinning your arms with my legs as I do
Me: My legs move, knees bending and unbending. Arms trying to escape.
Me: You can feel my head trying to shake back and forth from below your ass
Him: I grin at the audience, giving them a big wink. "Let's see how he likes this!" I call, pulling my ass up a bit, letting out a big fart in your face. "get a good whiff bitch!" I snicker, slamming a hard fist into your gut, grinding my fist from side to side as I press into you
Me: You can hear my couching, abs flexing and unflexing with the coughs.
Me: The audience loves it, some are laughing as I gag on the fart
Him: I get to my feet, flexing again, then grab a fistful of your hair. I yank you to your feet, my grip keeping you upright. I bring my fist up, kissing it, then slam it hard into your gut, forcing your feet off the mat for a moment. I bring it back to my mouth again, giving it another kiss, before slamming an even harder fist into your gut, the crowd going wild as I demolish you
Me: At this point I’m too weak for my hands to get in the way of my exposed abs, they take the hits hard.
Me: Film crews get a closer and better look at the destruction of my body. BTW, all the money that goes into the sale of this video will go to the winner.
Him: I force your face up, spitting on you again. "You're garbage." I snarl, before I rear back, then slam my head right into your face. I go low, my arm going in between your legs, scooping you up. I raise you in the air, then slam your exposed gut hard over my extended knee
Me: You hear me yell in pain, as I fall over onto the floor again, laying on my back. One weak hand on my abs, I’m gasping for air.
Him: I get to my feet, then jump, slamming my elbow into your gut. I get back to my feet, then jump again, this time slamming my knee into your gut. "He makes a decent fucking doormat at least." I call to the crowd, getting to my feet, balancing on your muscled gut and stomping into it as I do
Me: You get a few laughs, some kids are recreating your wresting moves imagining themselves as you, their new role model.
Him: I raise one foot, then stomp down onto your face, grinding my heel into your face. I step off you, then move to the corner. I climb up to the top rope again, smirking down at you, raising my hands, the crowd giving me a loud cheer as they wait for me to move
Me: As you raise your hands, the crowd roars in anticipation. My abs below still looking perfect at least in terms of general shape, going up and down slightly with my breath.
Him: I jump, flying off the corner, slamming my elbow into your gut, both of us bouncing a bit from the impact
Me: My body jack knifes and my hands loosely go to my stomach. OOOF.
Me: The crowd goes crazy. More people are jacking off, girls are screaming at the top of their lungs.
Him: I move, planting my ass on your face again, flexing for the crowd as I pat the mat. ONE
Me: I try to move, but i can't. My legs move, but your too heavy on my face
Him: I flex a bit for the crowd, then pat your muscular, ruined gut, the crowd screaming it for me this time. TWO
Me: I squirm from underneath you but simply too weak at this point.
Him: I smirk at the crowd, then slap both hands against your gut. THREE. With that, I get to my feet, flexing for the crowd

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Senaste redigerade 2019-04-09 09:55 av Leopard; 2 kommentar(er)
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Please take the time to read Chapter 1 if you have not. http://www.meetfighters.com/Leopard.blog/2013-08-09

If you don't want to, here's a recap: You vs this man (see picture at the bottom) in a ring with a crowd of 100+ spectators. Both shirtless, in shorts. You weighing 250lbs, him much less then you. Incredibly cocky guy, entire crowd wants to his see abs get destroyed and you want to please them. You land a barrage of hits all targeting his stomach, he doesn't fight back much. Knee bashes, shoulder bases, stomps, jumps... now he's laying on his back in front of you.

You look at him, surprised that you've made it this far. "Holly shit, I can't believe I'm actually dominating this muscle stud" you think. You feel like a big man (like The Big Show) taking down someone small (like Rey Mysterio). Now you can't waste this opportunity to dominate him further and please the crowd. Ruin his abs, that's the goal. Make him feel worthless under your body.

You rub your own thick stomach, and step over to the side of his torso. You jump up and land a belly splash. The impact is hard enough to launch his limbs up into the air as your torso digs into his gut. "Oooohhh" and "Aaaahh"s are herd from the crowd, the impact of a heavy brute like you on someone small like him is amazing. Why not repeat it? You do the same move 4 more times. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. Then you decide it's time to move on.

You look down at him, hands over his head, abs exposed. You think up the next attack almost immediately. You sit on his chest, and you start punching his abs rapidly. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, a punch every half second. You target the mid abs, right above his belly button for a minute. Then his upper abs for another minute, then you move on to his lower abs below his belly button. All your force goes into these punches, the skin reddening more and more slowly, sweat going down you head. Then you punch randomly at every inch of his six packs of muscle. The crowd watches, some teenage boys can't hide their unavoidable erections. Maybe this is why they want to see abs get destroyed? He keeps repeating "Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh" as you punch, you start to get tired.

You finally get up, turn around. Both of your feet on each side of his head, your face facing his. You drop all your weight down on your ass into a sitting position onto his gut. KABOOM, the impact rocks the ring. Everyone cheers. This is called a buttdrop (and a massive one, you being 250lbs), and apparently this move is a crowd favorite. More people are tugging at their boners through their pants. You smile, happy to please them. Why not launch some more. You get up, drop down, get up, drop down, get up, drop down, get up, drop down... again.. and again.. and again. His face, he's squinting in pain. How enjoyable! While sitting on his stomach, you start bouncing and rubbing your ass around. People get out their cameras/pictures and start taking pictures. How humiliating! Your fat ass, on his pride and joy. Perfect abs getting ruined and abused and humiliated. "I got no respect for your abs" you whisper to yourself. And that's when you get a novel idea. This would be so much better with a bare ass. You stand up, begin to drop your shorts then the ref stops you.. damn.. didn't even realize he was there. I guess you'll have to save it for post-match torture if that's an option. And hopefully it will be!

You lift your shorts back up, covering your ass. Some people in the crowd seems displeased, they really wanted to see a naked buttdrop... maybe something more then that. That will have to wait, now we need to move on to the next move! You drop your knee into his stomach 3 times, heel stomp his abs 3 times, land a couple elbow drops. He's too weak to get up. You jump from one side of his torso, land on his abs with two feet, and bounce to the other side of him. This is fun! Why not utilize the turnbuckle! You carefully climb to the top rope... steady.. first time doing this, don't want to fall on your head. Once at the top, you see your target. Those abs. You jump off, and land a bulls eye! A belly splash, directly onto his gut. Your stomach meets his abs, KABOOM! The crowd roars. Why not do it again! You climb up once again, and land another hit, this time landing on both feet. "UUUGHN" he yells. "HAHA, you like that" you yell into the air as you lift him up, and throw him onto the corner turnbuckle. Land a couple kicks to the gut, he falls back to the ground. The ref is astonished at the amount of damage this poor man can take. He's just getting dominated, and he hasn't chosen to quit the match!

You drag him to the middle of the ring, and one again, he's lying on his back, hands above his head, abs exposed. You remember how fun it was to jump on his stomach with two feet, hmmm, how about a little trampling session? You hop up onto his stomach, which seems to be still hard, but not has hard has it was in the beginning. You bounce your body up and down, and have a bit of fun with it. You take off your boots and socks while still standing on him, one foot at a time (Bare foot trampling is more fun). You step around on his gut, and grind your feet into his abs. Wow.. it feels so great! His stomach is not even flexed, yet the six pack has its definition. Just mushing the muscle under your 250 pounds. Feels like meat.. nice ab meat. You put one foot onto his face, try to shove your toe into his mouth. You get some saliva on your toe and you spread it around his abdomen. After a few more minutes of trampling, bouncing, stomping, hopping, you get off and he immediately clutches his stomach in pain. You sit down to put your boots/socks back on.

You're putting on your footwear and before you think up your next move.. the ref shouts out something. "It's now been 15 minutes! A new option is now available to the currently winning wrestler!" You think in your head, "Shit! That's me!... I wonder what I get." Apparently there's this rule that you didn't know about, where 15 minutes into the match, the person who's winning gets some type of help. You begin to stand up. The ref comes up to you and says "You now have the ability to choose people from the crowd to help you. The offer end in 15 minutes, and a new one will open up. That's when you get to use weapons!"

Amazing! Just when you were running out of different moves to do to his abs, you're given the ability to get spectators to help you do team moves. So many options available, so little time! Who should you pick, how many people should you bring up to the ring, what moves should you do? Oh boy... this is going to be great!

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Senaste redigerade 2013-08-27 06:04 av Leopard; 5 kommentar(er)
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