The two muscled men fought viciously, pounding each other while dripping with sweat and breathing heavily as they fought.
While exchanging punches and alternating beatings, Cena was the one who came out victorious. His massive muscles were not a force to be reckoned with, and once he had beat Jake and left the pretty boy on the floor, it wasn’t enough. He had to REALLY teach the boy a lesson about messing with Cena.
Jake was laying on the floor and struggled to lift his muscular body up, but when he got halfway there, John placed his foot on Jake’s back and kicked him back down again.
“Not so tough now are ya, pretty boy?” John mocked him. “I guess those pretty pecs are just for lookin’, huh?”
Jake grunted, and John made sure to lift the pretty boy up and bash him up some more, launching his powerful fists into the boy’s jaw with several lefts and rights, and finally finishing him off with some gut punches.
“That all you got?” Jake said angrily.
John looked down at the pretty boy and smiled sadistically as he leaned down and squeezed Jake’s nipples with his thumb and index finger. Jake grunted and groaned at the pressure of Cena’s hands, degrading him and humiliating him. After beating the crap out of him, Cena had actually sunk this low. When he was done, he delivered some hard slaps to the boy’s face and then bodyslammed him to the floor. As he squashed Jake with his muscles, he was booming in deep laughter while saying “ONE! TWO! THREE! YOU’RE OUT!”
Jake had never been so humiliated, and so badly beaten. Finally, but looking back at the beatings he was able to give Cena, he realized that . . .
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