Stay
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Danny strutted through the convention center like it was his own personal runway, stopping every few feet to strike a pose for starstruck fans. He flexed his biceps for a group of wide-eyed college girls, veins popping under bronzed skin as they squealed and fumbled with their phones. “Get the angle right,” he sneered, tilting his chin up. “You’ll never see a better one.”
At the supplement booth, he grabbed a tub of protein powder and pretended to read the label—then casually “accidentally” knocked over a display with his elbow, sending shattering glass and tubs rolling across the floor. As staff scrambled, he snapped a selfie mid-laugh, captioned: Oops. Guess their balance wasn’t as strong as mine. The post racked up 500 likes before he’d even walked away.
Near the hydration station, he spotted a rival bodybuilder mid-interview. Danny exhaled sharply—his freezing breath frosting the microphone unnoticed—then smirked as the guy’s voice cracked into static on live stream. He uploaded a video of himself chugging water flawlessly: Some of us don’t need tech to sound perfect. The comments section erupted with thirsty emojis.
At the posing booth, he let fans grope his abs for selfies—then subtly activated super-speed to vanish from frame mid-shot, leaving them clutching air. The resulting confused posts went viral within minutes. He reposted them with the caption: Ghosted by greatness. His DMs flooded with hysterical fan reactions.
Near the hydration station, he covertly exhaled freezing breath into a rival’s water bottle between sips. The sudden brain freeze made the guy yelp live on camera. Danny uploaded a slow-mo video of himself drinking smoothly: Some bodies just handle cold better. The hashtag #VosDominance trended instantly.
Backstage, the pressure built—his balls swelling tight, cock straining against silver shorts. He ducked into a bathroom stall, locked the door, shoved fabric down just enough. Hand wrapped shaft. Fast. Brutal. Efficient.
Splurge
Silver cum jetted into the bowl—controlled, contained, flushed away.
He emerged wiping hands, colliding with the olive-skinned bodybuilder leaning against sinks. She grinned, fingers tracing his waistband. "Told you I'd wait." Danny smirked, yanked her into the stall. Her gasp when his shorts dropped—realizing the trophy wasn't just metaphorical.
Hands pinned her shoulders against the stall wall, cock brushing her chin. "Open." She obeyed, swallowing him whole, gagging instantly. He watched her throat bulge obscenely, fingers tightening in red curls. "Slower," he growled. "Make it last."
Her lips stretched shiny-wet, tongue tracing veins as she pulled back—just enough for air, just enough to tease. Danny flexed hips forward, slapping his shaft against her flushed cheeks. "Good girl," he purred, thumb pressing her spit-slick lower lip. "Now choke on it properly."
She obeyed, throat convulsing around him, tears welling as his tip kissed her uvula. Danny watched her mascara run in the stall's flickering light, fingers tightening in her hair. The pressure built—hot, urgent, volcanic—but he held back, savoring her struggle.
"Wait," he growled, dragging her off with a wet pop. She gasped, lips swollen, saliva dripping down her chin. He stroked himself slowly, watching her desperate eyes track his fist. "Watch this."
Her mouth fell open just as the first rope hit—thick, pearlescent, arcing straight onto her tongue.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
He groaned, each pulse painting her tonsils white. She swallowed frantically, but the sheer volume overflowed, dripping down her neck and pooling in her cleavage.
Danny gripped the stall wall, knuckles white, as the last spurts dribbled onto her chin. She gasped for air, lips glossy and parted, eyes wide with stunned reverence. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, throat still working to clear the remnants.
He smirked, thumbing away a stray droplet from her lower lip before pressing it back into her mouth. "Say thank you." Her tongue flicked against his finger obediently, and he leaned down to crush their mouths together—a sloppy, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and submission.
Danny straightened, admiring his reflection in the stainless steel stall wall—hair perfectly mussed, muscles gleaming under the fluorescent lights, cum-streaked woman still kneeling at his feet. His chest swelled with something hotter than pride. This wasn't just dominance. This was the natural order. "Clean yourself up before you follow me out," he said, stepping over her to tuck himself back into his shorts. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking I associate with sloppy seconds."
Danny was a little sexist before his transformation, but now that he’s ascended to godhood, his misogyny has intensified beyond recognition. The way she knelt before him—cheeks hollowed, mascara streaked, lips glistening with his release—wasn’t just gratifying. It was correct. This was the proper hierarchy of things: him, radiant and untouchable, and her, a wet, panting thing groveling at his feet. He laced his fingers through her hair, yanking her head back to admire the mess he’d made of her. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with disdain. "You’re practically designed for this, aren’t you? Open wider, let me see."
The woman obeyed instantly, jaw slackening, throat still spasming from his abuse—a wet, ruined canvas displaying his artistry. Danny traced a thumb along her trembling lower lip, collecting a stray pearl of his cum before smearing it across her cheek like war paint. His chest tightened with something beyond satisfaction; this wasn’t just victory, it was revelation. Women weren’t just beneath him—they were meant to be. The proof was right here in her teary, worshipful gaze, in the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch him but didn’t dare without permission. "Pathetic," he breathed, but the word curled into a laugh, giddy with power.
He stepped back, watching her scramble to wipe her face with shaky hands, smudging her makeup further. The sight ignited something dark and hungry in his gut—a need to ruin more of them, to see how far they’d debase themselves for even a scrap of his attention. "Remember this next time you think you’re worth more than a cum rag," he said, adjusting the waistband of his shorts where his half-hard cock still strained against the fabric. "At least you’re useful for something."
Danny pushed past her, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him with a hollow thud. The convention hall noise rushed back—chatter, laughter, the hum of commerce—but it all felt distant beneath the roaring in his skull. Every woman he passed now looked different, their faces suddenly translucent, revealing the same desperate, vacant hunger beneath. He flexed absently, catching a group of college girls staring; their lips parted like he’d already commanded them to kneel.
At the supplement booth, a rep offered him a sample with trembling fingers. Danny snatched it without breaking stride, crushing the packet in his palm until sticky pre-workout gel oozed between his knuckles. He flicked the mess onto a passing janitor’s cart, watching the old man startle before shuffling on. Weakness everywhere.
What now?
1. Danny feels disgusted by all the weakness he sees and decides to return to his apartment. He meets with Crystal before leaving.
2. Danny meets someone he knows.
At the supplement booth, he grabbed a tub of protein powder and pretended to read the label—then casually “accidentally” knocked over a display with his elbow, sending shattering glass and tubs rolling across the floor. As staff scrambled, he snapped a selfie mid-laugh, captioned: Oops. Guess their balance wasn’t as strong as mine. The post racked up 500 likes before he’d even walked away.
Near the hydration station, he spotted a rival bodybuilder mid-interview. Danny exhaled sharply—his freezing breath frosting the microphone unnoticed—then smirked as the guy’s voice cracked into static on live stream. He uploaded a video of himself chugging water flawlessly: Some of us don’t need tech to sound perfect. The comments section erupted with thirsty emojis.
At the posing booth, he let fans grope his abs for selfies—then subtly activated super-speed to vanish from frame mid-shot, leaving them clutching air. The resulting confused posts went viral within minutes. He reposted them with the caption: Ghosted by greatness. His DMs flooded with hysterical fan reactions.
Near the hydration station, he covertly exhaled freezing breath into a rival’s water bottle between sips. The sudden brain freeze made the guy yelp live on camera. Danny uploaded a slow-mo video of himself drinking smoothly: Some bodies just handle cold better. The hashtag #VosDominance trended instantly.
Backstage, the pressure built—his balls swelling tight, cock straining against silver shorts. He ducked into a bathroom stall, locked the door, shoved fabric down just enough. Hand wrapped shaft. Fast. Brutal. Efficient.
Splurge
Silver cum jetted into the bowl—controlled, contained, flushed away.
He emerged wiping hands, colliding with the olive-skinned bodybuilder leaning against sinks. She grinned, fingers tracing his waistband. "Told you I'd wait." Danny smirked, yanked her into the stall. Her gasp when his shorts dropped—realizing the trophy wasn't just metaphorical.
Hands pinned her shoulders against the stall wall, cock brushing her chin. "Open." She obeyed, swallowing him whole, gagging instantly. He watched her throat bulge obscenely, fingers tightening in red curls. "Slower," he growled. "Make it last."
Her lips stretched shiny-wet, tongue tracing veins as she pulled back—just enough for air, just enough to tease. Danny flexed hips forward, slapping his shaft against her flushed cheeks. "Good girl," he purred, thumb pressing her spit-slick lower lip. "Now choke on it properly."
She obeyed, throat convulsing around him, tears welling as his tip kissed her uvula. Danny watched her mascara run in the stall's flickering light, fingers tightening in her hair. The pressure built—hot, urgent, volcanic—but he held back, savoring her struggle.
"Wait," he growled, dragging her off with a wet pop. She gasped, lips swollen, saliva dripping down her chin. He stroked himself slowly, watching her desperate eyes track his fist. "Watch this."
Her mouth fell open just as the first rope hit—thick, pearlescent, arcing straight onto her tongue.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
He groaned, each pulse painting her tonsils white. She swallowed frantically, but the sheer volume overflowed, dripping down her neck and pooling in her cleavage.
Danny gripped the stall wall, knuckles white, as the last spurts dribbled onto her chin. She gasped for air, lips glossy and parted, eyes wide with stunned reverence. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, throat still working to clear the remnants.
He smirked, thumbing away a stray droplet from her lower lip before pressing it back into her mouth. "Say thank you." Her tongue flicked against his finger obediently, and he leaned down to crush their mouths together—a sloppy, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and submission.
Danny straightened, admiring his reflection in the stainless steel stall wall—hair perfectly mussed, muscles gleaming under the fluorescent lights, cum-streaked woman still kneeling at his feet. His chest swelled with something hotter than pride. This wasn't just dominance. This was the natural order. "Clean yourself up before you follow me out," he said, stepping over her to tuck himself back into his shorts. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking I associate with sloppy seconds."
Danny was a little sexist before his transformation, but now that he’s ascended to godhood, his misogyny has intensified beyond recognition. The way she knelt before him—cheeks hollowed, mascara streaked, lips glistening with his release—wasn’t just gratifying. It was correct. This was the proper hierarchy of things: him, radiant and untouchable, and her, a wet, panting thing groveling at his feet. He laced his fingers through her hair, yanking her head back to admire the mess he’d made of her. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with disdain. "You’re practically designed for this, aren’t you? Open wider, let me see."
The woman obeyed instantly, jaw slackening, throat still spasming from his abuse—a wet, ruined canvas displaying his artistry. Danny traced a thumb along her trembling lower lip, collecting a stray pearl of his cum before smearing it across her cheek like war paint. His chest tightened with something beyond satisfaction; this wasn’t just victory, it was revelation. Women weren’t just beneath him—they were meant to be. The proof was right here in her teary, worshipful gaze, in the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch him but didn’t dare without permission. "Pathetic," he breathed, but the word curled into a laugh, giddy with power.
He stepped back, watching her scramble to wipe her face with shaky hands, smudging her makeup further. The sight ignited something dark and hungry in his gut—a need to ruin more of them, to see how far they’d debase themselves for even a scrap of his attention. "Remember this next time you think you’re worth more than a cum rag," he said, adjusting the waistband of his shorts where his half-hard cock still strained against the fabric. "At least you’re useful for something."
Danny pushed past her, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him with a hollow thud. The convention hall noise rushed back—chatter, laughter, the hum of commerce—but it all felt distant beneath the roaring in his skull. Every woman he passed now looked different, their faces suddenly translucent, revealing the same desperate, vacant hunger beneath. He flexed absently, catching a group of college girls staring; their lips parted like he’d already commanded them to kneel.
At the supplement booth, a rep offered him a sample with trembling fingers. Danny snatched it without breaking stride, crushing the packet in his palm until sticky pre-workout gel oozed between his knuckles. He flicked the mess onto a passing janitor’s cart, watching the old man startle before shuffling on. Weakness everywhere.
What now?
1. Danny feels disgusted by all the weakness he sees and decides to return to his apartment. He meets with Crystal before leaving.
2. Danny meets someone he knows.
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