Zacky, the pro-wrestler, dozes shirtless on the bed, catching a midday nap. Peaceful. Vulnerable. But not for long.
Enter Kevin, a much smaller, masked menace with a desire to toy with Zacky, the lovable himbo he sees as his personal plaything. He strikes without warning. Zacky struggles, confused and groggy, yet Kevin has already seized control.
The tension builds as Kevin playfully dominates the larger man. He puts Zacky out multiple times with rope-assisted sleeper holds, crushing leg and arm chokes, and a smother beneath a firm pillow. He straddles Zacky's chest and abdomen, and even mounts his back like he’s riding a pony, savoring every helpless twitch beneath him. When the big man finally goes limp, Kevin claims his prize, hands roaming across Zacky's sexy body, slipping beneath his trunks to explore every inch of his defeated form.
It ends with a firm pillow pressed over Zacky's face, Kevin straddling it with a wicked grin, sending the himbo back into sleep.
When Zacky wakes up, disoriented, he stumbles to the bathroom and splashes water on his face. A nightmare, he tells himself. Just a strange, twisted dream. That is... until Kevin steps into the bathroom, mask still on, smirking like the devil himself.
“It wasn't a nightmare. You were not dreaming.”
