Blayne can’t hide it anymore — he’s obsessed.
With Tyson’s chest. His arms. That thick, perfect physique.
And he wants to worship it.

But Tyson doesn’t just give his body away.
He sets the rules.

“If you want to touch up here,” he growls, flexing his biceps slow and deliberate, “you start down there.”

And Blayne does.
On his knees. Kissing calves. Stroking quads. Moaning for more.

But Tyson isn’t just training him — he’s breaking him.

Every time Blayne dares to reach for those thick pecs or those bulging arms too soon, Tyson punishes him. Not with fists… but with stretches.
Long. Relentless. Erotic.

He bends Blayne in half. Spreads his legs until he cries out. Twists his body into positions meant to push him past the edge — not just physically… but emotionally.

And through it all, Tyson keeps flexing.

Teasing him.
Taunting him.
Making him need what he’s not allowed to have.

Blayne whimpers.
Apologizes.
Begging for one touch. One taste of those arms. That chest.
But Tyson just stretches him wider — grinning as he watches the desperation bloom.

By the end, Blayne is sweaty, broken, and completely owned by the ache.

Not just to be dominated.
Not just to be stretched.
But to worship.

And Tyson?

He gives him just enough… to keep him crawling back.

👉 Watch “Breaking Blayne” now — and see how sweet the suffering becomes when worship is earned inch by inch.