This first story is short. It is about the Muscle Piss Pig (AKA Royd). He was the first freak I ran into at the International Mr. Glute Man
competitions. He stayed in a remote bathroom at the back of the contest
theater.
This story is an expose. Novice bodybuilders need to be alert to what goes on at Glute Man competitions. I am all in favor of the fact that we now have separate contests for bodybuilders with massive glutes. The fans go nuts! And the athletes now have an outlet to show off their massive rear ends. But, as a novice competitor, just be ready for some of the freaks you're going to run into when you begin to compete in these wild and crazy Glute Man shows.
I was a glute developer from my earliest days as a bodybuilder. I loved pictures of massive striated glute muscles. When I went to bodybuilding shows, I sat in the front row and waited for the athletes to hike their posing trunks to display their oiled glutes. In terms of my own training, I squatted, lunged, and leg pressed every other day. I was lucky to find a coach who specialized in this aspect of training. He and I charted my progress every week. After weight training, he always brought me back to his mirrored posing room and he had me strip down. I posed and flexed, and then he measured the circumference of my big glutes, and physically examined my striations. I loved the feel of his hands, both on my glutes and in my crack.
But I am getting diverted. Let me tell you about the Muscle Piss Pig. One day after I finished competing in a Glute Man contest, I had to piss real bad. The janitors already had the main bathroom closed off for cleaning, so one of the other athletes told me about a bathroom way at the back of the theater. When I got back there, I saw that the bathroom had three old fashioned full length urinals. Kneeling down between two of the porcelain urinals was the Muscle Piss Pig. He had his back to the urinals and was facing forward, just waiting.
This story is an expose. Novice bodybuilders need to be alert to what goes on at Glute Man competitions. I am all in favor of the fact that we now have separate contests for bodybuilders with massive glutes. The fans go nuts! And the athletes now have an outlet to show off their massive rear ends. But, as a novice competitor, just be ready for some of the freaks you're going to run into when you begin to compete in these wild and crazy Glute Man shows.
I was a glute developer from my earliest days as a bodybuilder. I loved pictures of massive striated glute muscles. When I went to bodybuilding shows, I sat in the front row and waited for the athletes to hike their posing trunks to display their oiled glutes. In terms of my own training, I squatted, lunged, and leg pressed every other day. I was lucky to find a coach who specialized in this aspect of training. He and I charted my progress every week. After weight training, he always brought me back to his mirrored posing room and he had me strip down. I posed and flexed, and then he measured the circumference of my big glutes, and physically examined my striations. I loved the feel of his hands, both on my glutes and in my crack.
But I am getting diverted. Let me tell you about the Muscle Piss Pig. One day after I finished competing in a Glute Man contest, I had to piss real bad. The janitors already had the main bathroom closed off for cleaning, so one of the other athletes told me about a bathroom way at the back of the theater. When I got back there, I saw that the bathroom had three old fashioned full length urinals. Kneeling down between two of the porcelain urinals was the Muscle Piss Pig. He had his back to the urinals and was facing forward, just waiting.
He was wearing only a well-stained and pungently-ripe swimmer's
jock strap. And the smaller sized swimmer's jock not only served to accentuate
the size of his outrageously muscled and massively overdeveloped musculature,
but it also drew attention to his distended tortoise shelled roidgut. The pouch
of his jock was so obviously well used that the threadbare mashed fabric could
hardly contain his oversized cock and balls. His cockhead peeked out over the
top of the 1" waistband of his jock, to reveal the glinting stainless steel,
pencil-thick circular ring that pierced his cockhead.
He was also wearing a pair of well worn, knee high, black leather
loggers, laced with yellow laces with matching yellow socks that extended a full
three inches above the top of his boots. A full body black leather harness
could barely restrain his magnificently muscled upper body and pushed his
already enormous and pendulous pecs prominently forward, drawing attention to
his thumb-sized nipples that were deeply pierced and ringed with glinting
stainless steel, pencil-thick circular rings that matched the one in his prince
albert, that were captive in 4" high, oversized shotglass-sized lucite vacpump
cylinders.
A lace-up, again well used, black leather full hood covered his
head so I couldn't really see his face. The hood had an opening for his mouth
displaying his hungry, salivating lips. It also had perforations by his eyes to
allow him to see out of the thick, black leather that tightly encased his head.
And prominently emerging from the black leather covering his nostrils, was
another glinting stainless steel, pencil-thick circular ring - he obviously had
his septum pierced. The hood also had another feature that set this hood apart
from all other leather hoods. Emerging from the top of the hood, was a 2" high
platinum blond mohawk, fashioned from nylon paint bristles, and the faux hawk
coupled with the ring through his nose only served to further animalistically
transform him into a prize bull! I could not determine his ethnicity and his
deep, rich, mahogany brown tan again offered no clues. He was holding some kind
of black rubber hose that was attached to a black industrial funnel in his right
hand.
"Are you with the Gold's Gym's team?" he asked. "Where are the rest of the guys?"
"Are you with the Gold's Gym's team?" he asked. "Where are the rest of the guys?"
These questions confused me. Although I had heard that some
bodybuilders from Gold's Gym were in the audience to support their gym buddies,
I wondered why they would be coming back here.
"No," I said. "Are you expecting them back here?"
"I hope so," he said. "Some of them showed up after the last show,
and I told them they could find me here again. I thought you were one of them.
I'm waiting for some group action."
I did not know what to say.
"Go ahead, dude," he said. "I can tell you need to piss. Don't waste it."
I did not know what to say.
"Go ahead, dude," he said. "I can tell you need to piss. Don't waste it."
He groaned and lowered himself down so his hooded face was at the
level of my crotch. I was in sweats wearing my posers underneath. When I
lowered my sweat pants and pulled my cock out from my posers, he groaned some
more.
"Wait a minute, let me hook myself up."
All of a sudden, he attached the rubber hose with the funnel to his
mouth and dropped down further so the funnel was right under my cock. He pulled
out some poppers and took a big hit. Then he yelled out, "Piss in the funnel!"
I let loose with a full stream. I started calling him a lot of dirty names. I
love using nasty language. And he obviously liked it too, judging by his great
staying power. I pissed and pissed and pissed. He seemed like he almost was
going to choke a couple of times but he drank it all down and then sat there
waiting for more.
"Take this piss, you hooded piss bull," I yelled out. He moaned and dropped lower in the urinal. Then I pulled the hose and funnel away from his face and started slapping him around. "Yeah, you pig, take my dick right into your mouth and drink my piss straight from the tap. You urinal freak! You need groups! I've seen your type before. You'll pay money for anonymous loads, won't you?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "I'm a piss bull!" Then he turned around, dropped down toward the floor, took another hit of poppers, and started licking the walls of the urinal. "Piss on me!" So I pissed all over his body as he licked the walls and the inside of the filthy urinal.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion not too far from the bathroom.
"Hey, Charlie, let's open up another six pack. I need another beer. Where is that damn bathroom? It's hidden back here somewhere. I hope he's here. Do you think he's back here like he was after the last contest?" Beer cans snapped open as the football players filled themselves up with more and more beer.
Hearing all of this, the Muscle Piss Pig said to me, "The team is on its way! Where are my poppers?" After taking a big hit of poppers, the Pig crawled backward completely inside the middle urinal and then he said, "Hey dude, piss all over me some more before they get here. They get turned on when they see me all wet and filthy." So I gave him what he needed, as he took another deep hit off his poppers.
"Should I funnel up for the team or drink straight from their dicks individually?" he asked.
"Funnel up," I told him. "That way you can handle high volume. They probably all want to piss in the funnel at once." He groaned with pleasure as he hooked the rubber hose and the funnel back up to his mouth.
"Here, take my poppers," he said. "It's not easy to use the poppers when I'm hooked up to the funnel. Feed me poppers when they guys dump huge loads and when I groan for more." So I took the poppers and started watching his every move.
"I found the bathroom. Back here, guys," yelled out Brent, the leader of the pack. "Dudes, he's here already. Shit. He is all wet and he's inside the urinal."
All the guys rushed into the bathroom. They were drunk and full of piss. They started to unzip.
"Hey," said Charley, as he looked at me. "Who is this other dude who is back here? Have you been pissing on him already?"
"I was mainly pissing in him, not on him," I answered. "He wanted to drink straight from the tap. But I pissed all over his body a minute ago, because he said you guys liked to see him wet and nasty. He's been telling me he wants to drink the whole team's piss down all at once." The Muscle Piss Pig groaned when he heard me say this, and I fed him some more poppers.
"Finish up your beers, guys. Line up. He wants big loads of anonymous piss!" Then the guys all started to unzip, lining up in front of the funnel. From where I was standing, I checked out every one of the Gold's bodybuilders' cocks. The first two guys looked like linebackers and they had short fat cocks. They pissed and pissed and pissed in the funnel, and the Muscle Piss Pig took it all.
Then eight or nine more bodybuilders lined up at the funnel. Some of them had enormous cocks. They dropped huge piss loads into the funnel, sometimes two or three at once. Eventually there was a sewage backup and the funnel started to overflow. But I could tell the Piss Pig was doing fine, because he frequently moaned for more poppers. And his dick got hard. It created an obscenely tenting bulge with his jock strap.
Brent, the cocky leader, was the last bodybuilder in line. He yelled out, "This dude is hot! Give me another beer. Dudes, look at the size of his muscles and his huge wet jock strap! I want to play with his nipples." Turning to me, he said, "Snap those suction cups off his nipples. And get rid of that hose and that funnel. He's going to take my piss directly from my cock and then he's going to suck me off. Just like my bitch whore does after every football game."
I snapped off the lucite cylinders and the Muscle Piss Pig's nipples stood out fat and thick on top of his huge pec muscles, like maduro cigars snapped in half. Brent started pulling on the hot nipples, as he slipped his huge cock into the Pig's mouth. Finishing up his beer, he dropped a huge load of piss into the Muscle Piss Pig. Then Brent's dick got fully erect and he pumped it back and forth in the Pig's mouth. "Yeah, take my hot cumload, you cum dump" The Pig screamed out when Brent's huge load hit the back of the Piss Pig's throat.
Brent then ordered the Pig to lay down flat on the bathroom floor, with his hooded mouth facing up toward the team. "Now the guys are going to shoot their loads all over you!" The Muscle Piss Pig groveled around on the floor and I fed him a huge hit of poppers. He begged for cum. The he surprised us all when he began to piss all over himself. The piss started squirting out of his jock strap. "Look at him pissing out the loads we fed him," yelled Brent. "What a filthy pig!" And the guys shot their loads all over his face. Eventually he was swimming in an ocean of piss and cum.
While his buddies were pissing on the Piss Pig, one of the older bodybuilders moved behind me and started feeling my ass. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I watched you on stage. Dude, you looked great in the contest. You have got a hot pair of glutes. Listen. Follow me into this toilet stall here. I'd love to give your ass a hot breeding. I know I could squeeze out something for you."
I could not believe what I heard. This handsome bodybuilder dad was asking me to take it his load in my ass. But that's another story for next time.
"Take this piss, you hooded piss bull," I yelled out. He moaned and dropped lower in the urinal. Then I pulled the hose and funnel away from his face and started slapping him around. "Yeah, you pig, take my dick right into your mouth and drink my piss straight from the tap. You urinal freak! You need groups! I've seen your type before. You'll pay money for anonymous loads, won't you?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "I'm a piss bull!" Then he turned around, dropped down toward the floor, took another hit of poppers, and started licking the walls of the urinal. "Piss on me!" So I pissed all over his body as he licked the walls and the inside of the filthy urinal.
All of a sudden, there was a commotion not too far from the bathroom.
"Hey, Charlie, let's open up another six pack. I need another beer. Where is that damn bathroom? It's hidden back here somewhere. I hope he's here. Do you think he's back here like he was after the last contest?" Beer cans snapped open as the football players filled themselves up with more and more beer.
Hearing all of this, the Muscle Piss Pig said to me, "The team is on its way! Where are my poppers?" After taking a big hit of poppers, the Pig crawled backward completely inside the middle urinal and then he said, "Hey dude, piss all over me some more before they get here. They get turned on when they see me all wet and filthy." So I gave him what he needed, as he took another deep hit off his poppers.
"Should I funnel up for the team or drink straight from their dicks individually?" he asked.
"Funnel up," I told him. "That way you can handle high volume. They probably all want to piss in the funnel at once." He groaned with pleasure as he hooked the rubber hose and the funnel back up to his mouth.
"Here, take my poppers," he said. "It's not easy to use the poppers when I'm hooked up to the funnel. Feed me poppers when they guys dump huge loads and when I groan for more." So I took the poppers and started watching his every move.
"I found the bathroom. Back here, guys," yelled out Brent, the leader of the pack. "Dudes, he's here already. Shit. He is all wet and he's inside the urinal."
All the guys rushed into the bathroom. They were drunk and full of piss. They started to unzip.
"Hey," said Charley, as he looked at me. "Who is this other dude who is back here? Have you been pissing on him already?"
"I was mainly pissing in him, not on him," I answered. "He wanted to drink straight from the tap. But I pissed all over his body a minute ago, because he said you guys liked to see him wet and nasty. He's been telling me he wants to drink the whole team's piss down all at once." The Muscle Piss Pig groaned when he heard me say this, and I fed him some more poppers.
"Finish up your beers, guys. Line up. He wants big loads of anonymous piss!" Then the guys all started to unzip, lining up in front of the funnel. From where I was standing, I checked out every one of the Gold's bodybuilders' cocks. The first two guys looked like linebackers and they had short fat cocks. They pissed and pissed and pissed in the funnel, and the Muscle Piss Pig took it all.
Then eight or nine more bodybuilders lined up at the funnel. Some of them had enormous cocks. They dropped huge piss loads into the funnel, sometimes two or three at once. Eventually there was a sewage backup and the funnel started to overflow. But I could tell the Piss Pig was doing fine, because he frequently moaned for more poppers. And his dick got hard. It created an obscenely tenting bulge with his jock strap.
Brent, the cocky leader, was the last bodybuilder in line. He yelled out, "This dude is hot! Give me another beer. Dudes, look at the size of his muscles and his huge wet jock strap! I want to play with his nipples." Turning to me, he said, "Snap those suction cups off his nipples. And get rid of that hose and that funnel. He's going to take my piss directly from my cock and then he's going to suck me off. Just like my bitch whore does after every football game."
I snapped off the lucite cylinders and the Muscle Piss Pig's nipples stood out fat and thick on top of his huge pec muscles, like maduro cigars snapped in half. Brent started pulling on the hot nipples, as he slipped his huge cock into the Pig's mouth. Finishing up his beer, he dropped a huge load of piss into the Muscle Piss Pig. Then Brent's dick got fully erect and he pumped it back and forth in the Pig's mouth. "Yeah, take my hot cumload, you cum dump" The Pig screamed out when Brent's huge load hit the back of the Piss Pig's throat.
Brent then ordered the Pig to lay down flat on the bathroom floor, with his hooded mouth facing up toward the team. "Now the guys are going to shoot their loads all over you!" The Muscle Piss Pig groveled around on the floor and I fed him a huge hit of poppers. He begged for cum. The he surprised us all when he began to piss all over himself. The piss started squirting out of his jock strap. "Look at him pissing out the loads we fed him," yelled Brent. "What a filthy pig!" And the guys shot their loads all over his face. Eventually he was swimming in an ocean of piss and cum.
While his buddies were pissing on the Piss Pig, one of the older bodybuilders moved behind me and started feeling my ass. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I watched you on stage. Dude, you looked great in the contest. You have got a hot pair of glutes. Listen. Follow me into this toilet stall here. I'd love to give your ass a hot breeding. I know I could squeeze out something for you."
I could not believe what I heard. This handsome bodybuilder dad was asking me to take it his load in my ass. But that's another story for next time.
