Homage to https://skullcrushingcalves.tumblr.com/
Never even knew I liked calves til I saw his page, but now I fantasize about him squeezing guys’ heads like this all the time.
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Homage to https://skullcrushingcalves.tumblr.com/
Never even knew I liked calves til I saw his page, but now I fantasize about him squeezing guys’ heads like this all the time.
"Hey, boy, yeah, it's okay, I saw you watching these muscles." he says as he jumped up to the top bench in the corner of the empty changing room. His pumped bicep filling out his sleeve as he give you a thumbs up. "it's okay, come closer"
He keeps talking as you step towards him, "yeah! It's alright, I see that you like my muscles." there's a slight RIP as the seam of his sleeve is stretched millimeters past it's limit in his explosive double bicep pose.
"fuck yeah! See how good my pump is?! I'm damn near bursting out of my shirt." he straightens his right arm, clenches his fist even tighter, making the surprisingly thick veins bulge out dramatically as he slowly balls his bicep back up... *RRRRIIP* the bowling ball sized bicep bursts out of the sleeve. "YEESSS! you fucking see that shit!? Yeah, I know that's what you like!"
There's a strong hand at the back of your head, meaty fingers with a terrifying grip. He pulls your head inwards, your face smashing into his solid bicep "I SAID, I know THAT'S what you like. Ain't that right, BOY?!" he pushes your face painfully hard into his sleeve-tearing arm. "all you weak boys are the same! You like my size, my StReNgTh, MY POWER!! Well, I'll show you my power!"
He suddenly flexes his right arm down, the bicep and forearm now surrounding your head like a nutcracker. "... You FEEL... THAT... POOOWE-" your skull caves in before he finishes his sentence.
"What's that?... You want me to stop?... But your friends want me to prove them right. You said my muscles were 'just for show' and when your mates bet I could 'crack your skull', I couldn't pass up the opportunity to prove them right. They're enjoying the show I'm putting on for them, can you hear them jacking off behind you? If you think this is painful now, just you wait... I'm waiting till your mates are ready to blow so they can cum to sound of your skull breaking.... Hear that? They're moaning pretty hard now, time to finish this, BITCH."
Ready to hit the club n fuck the whole dancefloor
Stiff neck? Steve will fix it for you....
I want you to crush my head in front of my boyfriend.... snap neck or ribs in between your quads and calves until I cry and beg for mercy... and then fuck him like the real man I’ll never be. Have you ever crushed a guy in front of his partner? You should make men pay you for the pleasure.
I’d rather just crush both your heads. Maybe one behind each knee while I kneel and flex, or each wedged between one calf and the wall. Whichever one of you cums first gets to see me crush the other one’s skull.
"Well, that was annoying, you passed-out before I could really squeeze you. It's not fun if there's no screaming or beg- oh! I wonder... I assume you lost consciousness from the hug because you couldn't breath, so maybe if I target your head, your body wouldn't need to make you pass out. So if I place your head here, right between my thighs, you'll be fully conscious until your skull cracks and your brains splat."
I watch in terror and awe as my boyfriend is trapped in a headlock by the most incredible arm I have ever seen!
Suddenly he loosens his grip on the neck as if he was going to release him, but then reapplies pressure on my boyfriend's head. He stares intently at me, gauging my reaction.
The muscleman smirks at my reaction then starts applying REAL pressure. My boyfriend screams as his head begins to warp. His face turns deeps red and he starts to cry blood, then he falls silent after by a blood-curdling *CRACK*.
I sit stunned, unable to speak. I suddenly become aware of my boner tenting my gym shorts. After witnessing my boyfriend being being killed by muscle, all my shocked brain can think to do is apologise for a boner. "sorry" is all I say.
"don't be." comes the deep baritone reply from the musclebound murderer, "I could sense you were attracted to power, and now I can see its true. You would never have been happy with that weakling, I will be a much more satisfying partner. You can watch me crush pathetic little wimps every day, then we'll fuck for hours after. The only thing that turns me on more than feeling bones crack in my grasp is being worshipped my a muscle obsessed man like you, we are the perfect pair!"
Pathetic little scene, isn’t it? That musclebound titan just proved his supremacy, snapping your weakling boyfriend like a twig with that monstrous arm—pure dominance in action. You’re stunned, but your body betrays your true nature, that bulge in your shorts screaming louder than your silence. “Sorry?” Ha! Your apology’s laughable—don’t waste my time. That deep baritone from the victor cuts through your shock, claiming you as his prize. He’s right—you’re drawn to power, and that frail ex of yours never stood a chance. Now, you’ll watch him crush puny wimps daily, then serve his insatiable strength in bed. Worship me, weakling, for I’m the only partner worthy of your obsession—perfection incarnate.
This wimp had the nerve to ask to take a picture with my famous calves. I've seen him around the gym a lot, always staring, pulling focus from my workout. I roll my eyes and say "sure, but only if you give me 'head' after my set", his face grew into a beaming smile, I swear it's like I can smell these muscle-obsessed gays from a mile away.
He takes the picture, his scrawny calves look even more pathetic next to my 25 inches of REAL muscle calf.
I give him a few seconds to admire the pic, then place my hand on his shoulder and push him down to the ground. "what, here? Right now?" he half whispers, looking around the near empty gym. I look him sternly in the eyes and nod.
He slowly reaches for my bulge, even soft as it is now, it looks like I've stuffed a squash in there. "NO" I say. His hand freezes, he looks up at me confused. I place my hand on his head, the size of it covering the entire top half of his skull. "I said I wanted HEAD..." I position his head between my gargantuan calves, "... As in... YOUR head".
I saw realisation set it, but before he had time to scream, my mighty calves FLEXED and a lout wet CRUNCH echoed throughout the gym.
A cheer erupted from the few people who remained here, they were my true fans, the ones who left me alone to get as big as I can without interruption. They will worship my from the side, never noticed, they are the ones who named me The Skull Crusher.
His mighty muscle strained as he put all his effort in destroying the two frat guys. After an hour of wrestling, he had one pinned under him, being crushed between his insanely strong legs, the other being compressed in the deadly bearhug. He breathed deeply, then went for one last FLLLEEEEEEXXXXX finishing off both guys.
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"nah, sucking me off ain't gonna cut it."
He didn't bother with any other explanation, he just lifted the trembling fag by the neck then lowered him on his brutally huge cock. Once the beercan-thick mushroom head breached the tight anus, he SLAMMED the remaining 12 inches into his screaming prey.
His huge arms then wrapped around the puny torso of his unfortunate victim. The screaming swiftly stopped when the powerful arms flexed, instantly obliterating the terrified victim's ribcage.
"Just... A... Bit... More.... Preasure...." *CRAAAACK-SQUELSH* "whooo! and THAT is why they call my thighs 'skull crushers'"
"ggrr, yeah, I can feel it creaking.... Any moment now, GGGGGRRRRRRR" CRACK "Whoo Damn! Once again, my Skull-Crushing Thighs have earned their title!
Damn. That thing is huge!!
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The faggit’s screaming only makes Him more determined to squirt it’s brains all over the place.
Guy on right "Dude, seriously! You're tiny, hell snap you like a twig"
Moments after the picture was taken, the big brute wraps his arms around the young guy in the middle and does exactly that.
(He then did the same to the camera man, who accidentally took a picture instead of recording the destruction of an irritating frat guy in a rib-crushing, spine-shattering bearhug.)
He can't help smiling as he looks in the mirror. His enormous bicep completely covers the gym pup's head.
The young man taps for him to stop, but the big guy is too preoccupied watching the thick veins swell as he increases his squeeze on the little twerp's head. Fuck! He has so much power in just his arms... Enough power to make a skull... *crack*