There was no doubt about it. With all the stretching and fucking I was submitting Royd's asshole to, it would soon have the shape and openness of a first class mancunt. Not to mention the daily finger fucking. Do you like finger fucking massively muscled, middle-aged bodybuilders? I enjoy it no end. They are so shy about their assholes. Not Royd. I made him show his asshole all the time. When I took him to the gym, I often made him kneel on a bench in the locker room spreading the cheeks of his huge and smooth muscle-ass so all the guys could see his boycunt. His hole was permanently red and puffy from fucking, so every guy who saw it could tell he was a muscle-pussyboy, and I made sure Royd knew that. Humiliation is the very best tool for training a muscle boy, and of course sexual humiliation works best. Royd was wracked with sobs again.
" I...I can't do it...it won't go in..Oh God..it hurts...I can't even get the head in."
I must admit it did look pretty ludicrous, as you will see in the pics. But I was determined. I couldn't help but notice how Royd's matured body was starting to react to his "workouts" in and out of the gym. Muscle boys grow up so fast nowadays. Before you have even fucked them a few hundred times, they have grown up right under your cock. I only had a few years left to completely ruin mature; to completely fuck him up. So much to do, and so little time. I thought briefly about Vas now living with some biker friends of mine, and of the other muscle-boys I had fucked up. My dick pushed its way out of my jock pouch leaking and dripping. It was such a good, warm feeling. To turn yet another normal matured bodybuilder into a mindless fucktoy, a cock gobbler, a cunty-assed dick ditch.
"Come on muscle-bitch-boy you can do it. Do I need to come over there and force you down on that thing? That would really hurt. Now relax those cunt muscles and eat that big rubber prick with your muscle twat."
"Oh God...oh shit..it hurts..it hurts...."
"Ignore the pain and force it in."
Oh fuck me, his overly developed body was beautiful squatting there trying to force the obscene rubber cock up his 48 year old asshole. It took over an hour, but we eventually had half the dick up his muscle twat. He almost passed out twice, and I had to hold him and rock him in my arms and tell him it was ok and plant kisses on his sweat slick face. The pain was so terrible, he clutched at me and buried his face in my pecs. The rubber dick stuck obscenely out of his asshole. But I would not relent. I made him continue.
"Some day, you will thank me for this Royd."
I knew he would hardly be able to walk for three or four days and would look pretty damned stupid at the competition, which was exactly what I wanted. Of course I would make him compete, so everyone would jeer and laugh at and boo him. I wanted him to fail at everything. I wanted him mentally and physically totally fucked up. Eventually, his only refuge in life would be my dick up his ass or in his mouth. That would be his only safe haven. If that was the only time his life wasn't full of pain and humiliation, he would come to crave me...to need my cock. to crave me...to need my cock. After an hour and a half we finally had most of the brown rubber dick up his hole. His entire body was stiff and in agony, but then I ordered him to start to fuck himself up and down on the dick, and I thought he would really lose it. I grew impatient with his wimpy efforts, and so I threw him onto his hands and knees and fucked the big rubber dildo in and out of his stretched raw asscunt as hard as I could. He did faint then from the pain. So I pissed on his face and when he came around, commenced the twat fucking again for a good thirty minutes until my arm grew tired. His screams turned to whimpers. By now, he was like a fucking broken doll, his magnicently muscled arms and legs flopping every which way; his body unable to hold itself. He had pissed all over the floor at one point. I wasn't angry because his hole was now doing such a good job swallowing the monster dick that I knew that Royd would soon be ready for his first fist fucking. Fist fucking a 48 year old fist-virgin is a supreme thrill. At one interesting point in the dildo fuck, he looked up at me all slacklipped and bleary eyed and managed to croak.
"Why..why do you want to do this to me?"
I laughed and showed him my hard dripping dick.
"Look what it does to my dick Royd. Look how happy it makes me. You want me to be happy don't you?"
When I finally yanked the rubber cock out of his mancunt, I couldn't believe what it had done to his rectum. It looked like he could deliver a fucking baby from that hole. I roared with laughter and showed Royd in a mirror. He screamed in horror that his asshole was ruined for life. I told him it would reshape itself somewhat, but that it would become more and more of a muscle-mancunt with time.
"Maybe its a good thing the guys at the gym won't talk to you any more Royd, because they would probably be jealous. You've probably got a bigger mancunt than they do."
Royd cringed at this, but I laughed. Then I rammed my hard prick balls deep into his fuck ditch, and I fucked him as hard as I possibly could for another half hour. He was half out of it most of the time, but I slapped his face every now and then to bring him around. I loved the sound of my hips slamming against his syringe-pockmarked ass cheeks and the feel of my big fat prick rooting around up in his muscle guts. Several times I pulled out and plunged back in to really keep those asslips loose and open. At last my breathing grew short and my back arched and I blew a huge load up the bodybuilder's whorehole.
"Oh you fucking slut. You fucking cumdump. You cocksucking piece of muscle boy shit you. I'm cumming up your muscle mancunt. I'm gonna make you fucking pregnant, asswipe! Take it! Bitch...take it...come on Bitch..shove that mancunt back at me.. Take it in your baby maker...Cunthole!"
After I pulled out, Royd tried to kneel but was too weak, so I squatted over his face and let him clean up my dick that way. He knew a good and submissive muscleboy's job after a fuck was always to clean the dick with his mouth. He licked and sucked the ass slime and grease and cum from my cock and my big sloppy balls. He even sucked the cum-spray out of my shaved pubes. Then I held my hands beneath his grotesquely stretched ass lips.
"Expel..." I said.
Royd grunted and winced and farted a little air and cried a little and squeezed again, and cum and ass juice shot out into my cupped hands. I had taught Royd that my cum was precious and not to be wasted, even when it was mixed with ass juice. I brought my cupped hands to his mouth. He opened his lips and his pink tongue came out to lap up the sex slop. After I had fucked him, I always required Royd to eat up the dicksnot I had shot up his hole. It taught him to be humble. Next, I made him lick the sloppy greasy dildo clean. Royd had a special shelf for his sex toys, and that's where the new dildo would go.
"Next time, it will go in a lot easier, you just wait and see. Why, I bet you we’ll have to buy an even bigger one in no time."
I smiled at him and rubbed my hand through his short haircut. Then I kissed him on the eyes.
"I would kiss your mouth Royd, but it stinks of ass slime. Why don't I go run you a hot bath? That will make you feel so much better. Meantime, see if you can walk at all. I'm afraid you may have trouble for a few days. I don’t know how you will manage the competition, but I am sure we can find a way. Wouldn’t it be funny if you had to waddle even more from backstage to the stage? But I know you can manage that Royd."
