Soaring aka how royd got his first fist

1

He had just been slammed with a dose larger than he had done before. His head spun and it was wonderful and scary all at the same time. He needed, no craved the contact, feel of a hot man’s body, no make that two men’s bodies.

They stood him up and walked him to the sling. They were purposeful and knew exactly what they wanted him to do. He was laid across the sling with his head and feet dangling and slightly off the ground. A set of earplugs were inserted and a hood with a mouth opening quickly set in place. If he closed his eyes, gently swinging it felt like he was floating or was it falling, he could not tell. The feeling was both scary and astonishing.

Through the mesh of the sling, vacuum tubes were placed on his nipples and then he could feel the beginning of what he knew would be their relentless suction. A tube was slipped over his flaccid cock, and again the exquisite pull of the vacuum began. He could feel the blood flowing into his nipples and cock, engorging them…enlarging them. Finally, his ass cheeks were separated, and he felt a set of lips and tongue probing, pushing deeply into his willing sphincter. Then the probing stopped replaced by something hard and slippery. The entire sphincter was covered by a round ring. Then he knew what it was, another vacuum tube. The pull on his ass lips increased and he felt them being drawn into the tube, relentlessly. His mind raced and all he could do was focus on the floating and the constant pressure moving from his cock to his nipples to his ass.

Was his mind playing tricks on him, or was the increasing pressure being cycled between these points. Was the pressure, that incessant pressure moving up and then down his body? Or were these two men playing mind games with him? They were certainly there capable of that and he trusted them, a trust that would allow him to be pushed to the edge of the chasm then over it. But, where were they? He could only sense their presence, off in the distance, plotting, planning. Or were they playing without him or with him?

Someone took his head in their hands and whispered into his ear…“Breath deeply in preparation for the ride of your life.” And with that, a wide mouth bottle of poppers was lifted and covered his mouth. He breathed deeply and he relaxed. He tried to speak, to call out to them, to let them know he as falling/flying. A set of fingers gently opened his mouth and a ball gag was introduced. A voice in his ear told him not to resist but to enjoy, he was talking too much.

There was gentle touching along his back and sides. Was it one, two, three, or four hands, he could not tell. The pressure increased and he could feel his body being messaged…gently then forcefully. He relaxed and was deeper into his dream of floating and soaring, he was flying, and it was wonderful.

At some point, he could not tell how much time had passed, the ball gag was removed. It was replaced by a soft cock with a PA. The PA was about an inch in diameter and thick, and he greedily sucked on it, taking the PA and the cock to its root. The smell and feel of the cock was wonderful. With slow realization, he knew who he was sucking off…that man in the leather chaps and harness, the one whose sweat tasted like a man in heat, gritty, pungent, sweet, and his head began to spin.

The cock grew larger in his mouth, swelling slowly, filling his mouth and throat. The ring was moving deeper into his throat, and his nose was buried in the man’s smooth hairless crotch. He did not know how long he sucked on that magnificent piece of meat, but he did not care. Hands massaged his back and sides, and all the time the pressure on his nips, cock, and ass increased.

Slowly the cock was withdrawn, and he felt empty and wanting. The pressure on his rosebud was released with a whistle or more like a slurp, and the tube removed. A set of moist lips and tongue replaced the tube. The lips made love to his rosebud, sucking, kissing, licking it, the tongue pushing deeper into his ass, opening him up to the possibilities. The mouth took in his entire swollen rosebud in one swallow, and sucked on it. The tongue probed deeply and it felt wonderful, glorious.

The lips were removed and a cool liquid / gel were pushed into his open ass. A cock was inserted, semi-rigid with a PA or was it a bar with two balls on it, he could only feel the cock and PA slide across his prostate and deep into his ass. The cock worked its way deeper and deeper, slowly penetrating his very being, pushing deeper and deeper into him until he was finally and fully impaled on it. He could feel the crotch hair gently brushing his ass at the bottom of the stroke. Then the cock was slowly removed until just its head remained in his ass.

As if by a sign, the second cock was reintroduced back into his mouth, but just the tip of it. Here he was floating free ever so slightly impaled, mouth and ass on two ever-hardening cocks sporting PAs. Then he realized their plan, the method to this arrangement.

He reached out, grabbed the ass cheeks of the man in front of him, and pulled himself forward. He took about half the cock down his throat and then gently pushed away, impaling himself on the cock and PA behind him. Four hands gently then roughly started to push him back on forth, back and forth, driving him deeper and deeper onto the ever growing and stiffening members.

He could feel the cock and PA driving into his ass, raking his prostate, feeling the movement, the pleasure with each ride down and then up that wondrous tool. The cock and PA in his mouth and throat at first made him gag, but then he caught the rhythm and his breathing became as one with the thrusts. He looked forward to taking that magnificent tool down his throat to the root, to the nest of that man-scent that made his head spin. He was flying…soaring.

How long did it go on? He could feel nothing but the growing pleasure and feeling that his soaring was finally contained, held in place by these two men, men who wanted him to feel nothing but this moment of pleasure and belonging. Imperceptibly at first, but then he realized that the arc of his swing was becoming shorter and he was being impaled front then back, for longer periods of time and deeper.

Then the swinging abruptly stopped, and he hung there wanting to know what he had done wrong, why the pleasure had stopped. And the two men moved to his head and took it in their hands. One said, “Are you ready for the finale? Are you ready for the climax?”

And he said, no, he wanted the ride to go on forever. One of the men said he understood, but regardless, the ride with going to end with a big climax for the three of them. Then he understood, the ride he had been taking was not only for him alone, but also for the three of them. To push their limits of trust, pleasure, pain, and understanding, of deep seeded needs and desires of men that required, no craved the company of like minded men.

The wide-mouth bottle of poppers reappeared, and he took a large hit. His head spun and then calmed, and his body relaxed. The nipple and cock tubes were removed and he was again impaled on the tips of two cocks with the PAs. He grabbed the man’s ass and slowing took that engorged cock to its root, while the man behind him slowly pushed deeply into his ass. Then the sling began to swing…back and forth, back and forth, but the cocks only pushed deeper into his ass and mouth, never withdrawing. He was at home, suspended between the two poles of lust/desire and happiness/joy.

The swinging became frenetic, hurried, then frenzied. He could feel the cock in his ass pulsing and straining, slamming against his asshole, wanting to go deeper, wanting to own it for its own purposes. The cock in his mouth was down his throat, pushing deeper, gagging him, unrelenting.

Then it happened, as if in cue, the man in front grabbed his nipples and squeezed hard. Hard enough to make him cry out and suck deeply inward, he could feel the PA sliding down his throat, deeply into his being. At the same time, the man in his ass reached for his cock and balls. They were rigid and straining for release and the man squeezed hard, very hard. Hard enough force him to clamp down hard with his sphincter, compressing and squeezing tightly the cock in his ass.

Then it happened, instantaneously the electric jolt surged through the three bodies. They all felt it coursing through their cocks to their toes and up to their brains. Then the three shuttered and shuttered again, and the torrents of jizz flowed. Each came at least three, maybe four times. Over and over again, with mind deadening, mind awakening speed and volume. Ancient words, primal screams emanated from two of the men.

He felt his ass and throat filling to overflowing with that smooth sticky cum. He felt his cock swell past hard, past painful, and he came again and again and again. Jerking violently with each release, until he jerked and there was nothing left.

The three men felt light-headed, woozy, euphoric, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop, not wanting to let go of each other. The two men standing fell over the man in the sling, trying to catch the air that had been evacuated from their lungs with their cries. And they laid there for a long time, savoring this moment of time.

At some point, the two men helped the third out of the sling and onto the bed. They lay in each other’s arms, in a heap, face to face. They kissed and hugged, enjoying the skin contact and each other’s company, luxuriating in their self-created glow, knowing that something very special had occurred among them. A blanket was produced and the three of them slowly fell to sleep without any space or distance between them, in each other’s arms, floating…soaring.

2

The day turned into night and the weather turned cold and snowy. So much snow had fallen that the three men were housebound, waiting for the storm to end and the roads to be cleared. The three of them had spoken at length about meeting and playing hard together, very hard.

And that they did, dressed in full leather, slamming larger than normal doses then they worked hard at meeting/exceeding each other’s desires/needs/cravings. After what seemed like 8 hours of intense play, they fell into a heap on the bed. They needed some down time and hydration from the long session. Soon a blanket appeared and they all got under it. Spooning in a tight ball, he felt the heat of the man in front and in back of him. They fell asleep or more like a blissful haze, warm body pressed against warm body. Each slight move was felt by the other two as a slight electric current, connecting them to each other.

He slowly became aware of his surroundings, as if the haze was slowly parting. The man behind him had his arms wrapped around him working his nipples...slowing rubbing, stroking, pinching, teasing them. He was definitely a “nip man” and this felt wonderful and what he was feeling was causing his cock to swell.

He had a flash of awareness, when he recognized that the man in front of him was sucking on his swelling cock with a slow, sensual, determined rhythm. Then he shurdded slightly in anticipation, realizing that the man behind him was not only working his nipples, but the man’s cock was also swelling and was pushing into his ass.

He breathed deeply and found that there was a scent, a powerful and compelling scent. He realized that he was looking directly at a swelling cock, just inches from his own mouth. And he opened his mouth and took it in to its base, finding his nose buried in a pungent, hairless crotch between the man’s legs. And the three men revealed in the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

He had always marveled at the way some men had their nipples directly connected to their cocks. He was even more astounded that under the right conditions, just the twist or pinch of a nipple, and a man could cum. He always assumed that he was “wired” that way.

After a long time, he tried to rise, but he was pushed gently down and back on the bed. The two men stared down at him, sharing a quick knowing glance and then a fleeting smile. He knew he was going to be in for a memorable trip.

On his back, four restraints appeared from the corners of the bed. He was quickly and efficiently tied in a spread eagle position, completely exposed, vulnerable. One man was alongside him, kissing him deeply, gently and then roughly playing with his cock, balls, nipples, and skin. Nipple vacuum tubes were attached to his nipples, and pressure was applied. His nips were pulled into the tubes with an urgency that got him hard.

After a while, the pulling became slightly painful…erotic. The tubes were removed and a pair of locking forceps was applied to his engorged nips, with enough force to make him wince. There was gentle outward pulling of the first forceps, dental floss was produced and wrapped tightly around the nipple. The second nipple had the same treatment done in short order. Then a set of nipple clamps on a chain appeared, and were proceeded fasten behind the bindings on his nips. He writhed in both pain and pleasure.

While his attention was diverted, the second man positioned himself between the legs of the restrained man. He felt the man spreading his legs apart and slowly, steadily massage his willing ass, which never quite opened wide enough to accepting the offered hand.

The man working his nips looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. He leaned over and whispered into his ear, “You want to try shot gunning buddy breathing a hit of poppers?” He looked back with a confused look, and the man continued to speak in a low voice. “Take a large hit of poppers, and hold it for a count of 10. Then slowly exhale. I’m going to do the same, and when you exhale, I’m going to kiss you deeply, sealing my lips to yours. I may even hold your nose, so we can re-breath the poppers between us. Just breathe normally and relax.“

The man raised his head up so he could see the face of the man between his legs, and that man was smiling back at him. The chain from the nipple clamps was placed in his mouth, so when he put his head back, the taut chain pulled roughly on his nips. But the pain became pleasure.

He did as he was told and took a large hit of poppers, held it and slowly exhaled. Then the man above him took a hit and lock lips, holding his hose. The pushed the poppers back and forth between them, once…twice…three times, then he lost count. It felt like the two of them became one. Then he felt it, the muscles at the first sphincter, the rosebud, relaxed and he felt a hand slowing being pushed, no sucked his ass. Deeper and deeper, and he dropped his head back on to the bed. He winced from the jolt of pain and again exhaled. The hand had moved deeper and was against his against second sphincter.

He let go of the chain, and a pair of hands, warm hands pressed on his engorged nipples, the pain no pleasure was more than he could endure…and the sea parted, the gate opened and the hand was deep within him. The three men just laid there, sensing that the bound man had reached a new threshold of experience, and they all revealed in it.

He didn’t know how long it lasted but his arms and legs were released from the ropes. When he opened his eyes, a man was hovering over him, looking deeply into his eyes. But the man was looking beyond him, at the ceiling where a mirror hung. And then he realized that he had seen the whole thing happening to him. Knowingly he smiled.

The man leaning over him kissed and sucked his lips, cheeks, forehead, and the huge thick ring in his nose. He responded by raising his legs and encircling the man above, pulling him down until he rested firmly on his pecs. The man between his legs took this opportunity to slowly work his other hand into the second man’s willing and greedy ass. Then the man on the bottom handed the bottle of poppers to the one staring directly into his eyes, and with a sly look and a smirk, said “More Please!”

It was the man on top’s turn to breathe deeply from the bottle of poppers, as the other man counted backwards from 10. Then he took a large hit, locked lips with the man that stared intensely into his eyes, and the two passed the poppers back and forth for several minutes until they parted and sucked in fresh air. Then it happened, and he exhaled for the second time, he felt the pressure on his sphincter release, and the man below’s hand deftly slid into him, beyond the wrist to someplace on his forearm. And he looked down and there was an enormous smile on man’s face…he had seen the entire event in the mirror.

Slowly and then with more insistence, the two men who were chest to chest moved up and down, rubbing their engorged nipples and their sweaty muscled, hairless and bodies. The effect was electric. They moaned and rocked in unison, as the man fisting them followed their every move. He pushed then slightly pulling back his arms as the impaled men established their rhythm. And he continued to move deeper into each of them.

With simultaneous clarity, both men knew that the end of this ride was in sight. There was an imbedded sadness, and a slight soreness that was signaling to them and the man working their asses read the signs as well. He slowly started to withdraw his hands from the man-caves that he had created.

With great care and tenderness, he slowly moved outward, and every now and then he paused…sometimes he moved back into the caves…always making sure that his arm or hand raked over the prostates of the two impaled men. And with each outbound movement, the two men shruddered, moaned, or cried out.

At some point just before his hands were on the verge of being full out, the man on the bottom of this pile, looked into the eyes of the man above him and said…“One final time?” And the buddy breathing was repeated with huge hits of poppers. They locked lips, rebreathing the heady vapors as man below reversed and pushed, his hands moving deep into both of them, stretching and expanding their willing mancaves. With several pushes, he was up to his elbows in both of these leather-clad men, and he was sensing their joy, pleasure, ecstasy.

The room closed in on and embraced the two men. Their worlds went dark, and all they could feel was the exquisite pressure on their nipples, cocks, lips, asses. And they were soaring over the edge, floating/flying, while he looked up into the mirror on the ceiling without fear.


3

Lying on his back, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling, he could see that he was flanked by two men that he trusted, admired, loved. Each of his arms had a tourniquet mid-bicep, pulled tightly. Each of the men held an arm and were each inserting a syringe into a prominent vein. With simultaneous smiles, they pushed the golden liquid into him. Then with a nod from one of them, they simultaneously released the tourniquets and they both looked back on his face. They said afterward, that he initially looked somewhat stricken, and then a glorious smile found its way to his lips and traveled across his body. In turn, the two men took their share of the golden liquid with a similar effect.

Both men turned their attention to the man lying on the bed, staring up at the mirrored ceiling. The man, in a low voice, kept repeating that he wanted something to suck on.

One man obliged by straddling his head and feeding him his expanded rosebud. The man licked, kissed, caressed the treasure offered to him, reaching up and roughly grabbing the man’s nipples while burying his tongue in the rosebud. The man on top reached down and clamped each of the large nipples below him with large adjustable clamps connected by a thin chain. Over the next hour several hours, he continued to tighten the clamps and pull on them. With each pull, he could feel that tongue push deeper into his rosebud. With each thrust and pull, he established a beat or pulse that resonated through the man’s body. They periodically shared a bottle of poppers, with hits of ethyl. The affect on both of them was electrifying.

In the mean time, the third man was not idle. He planted himself between the legs of the man on the bed, and spread them wide. Then he pushed a wedge shaped pillow under the pulsing ass in front of him. The pulsing was caused by the pulls of the chain connected to the nipple clams, and he slowly pushed lube and Crisco balls into the gaping rosebud in front of him. Then his hand gently put pressure on that growing rosebud. He timed his advances to the rhythm of the contractions, and each time the contraction subsided, he pushed into the growing mancave. And so, after some time he found himself firmly inside that secret place, feeling the blood pulse and flow, with the contractions eating his hand and then is arm, moving the arm deeper and deeper.

This man in control of this cavern looked to his partner and smiled a knowing and slightly twisted smile. He then took control of the rhythm, the beat of forward progress. He change the angle of attack, pushing in and down, and then pushed down and out, raking the man’s prostrate with each movement. And so the man moaned and writhed with each thrust. Before too long he was impaled on that forearm. All the time, the man sucked, nibbled, and chewed on his distended cock.

Somehow, he managed to move his leg and got his ankle behind the elbow of the man fisting him. With some maneuvering, he started to apply pressure on that elbow and eased/guided the arm deeper into his ass, moving his ass forward on the down stroke and sucking it into his ass on the up stroke. After a while, to everyone’s amazement, the elbow entered his ass. That’s when the contractions started deep in his ball sack, slowly at first and then with mounting intensity. With a deep shrudder, he pushed the ass off his mouth and let out a primal scream, as the cum was ejected high into the air in long deep spasms. Once, twice, three times the flood came. By the fourth time, the spasms contained no cum, he was completely drained. As the man below put that fine cock in his mouth and slowly sucked, the man came for the fifth and final time, collapsing back on the bed…fully spent and drained.

After an indeterminable period, a large hit of poppers was administered and the arm was slowly and cautiously backed out of his ass until the hand to the wrist remained. He felt himself being rolled on his side by these two men, with that hand still in place. He heard in the background the low whispers of these men, plotting against him?

With that hand still in his ass, he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on his side facing one of the men. He watch in awe as the second man started to work his way into this man’s ass with his tongue. Slowly at first then with more insistence, he watch until this face was buried deep in that ass. The ass cheeks were spread wide and the tongue probe more deeply, as the rosebud expanded. The poppers were passed, and an arm entered the blooming rosebud, a second hit and the hand became an arm deep in that ass. And then he felt it, the hand in HIS ass was advancing forward, and he knew that his time was coming again. He reached the poppers and took a hit, counted to 10 and exhaled. As he did, the arm advanced into his ass.

After a while, he understood their plan. He reached over and rested his and against the vacant ass in front of him. He massaged it and slowly worked two, then three fingers into it, as the man moaned deeply. The poppers were passed and in time, he had his hand slowly buried itself in that willing ass. With one mind the three men looked up at the ceiling and the mirror, and gasped. Simultaneously, they all said, “Fucking A!”

The three men, clad in leather harnesses and chaps were in an irregularly shaped triangular position, each with an arm in the ass of the man beside him. A hand reached over and started to pull the chain connected to a set of nip clamps. That man winced and rocked forward, coming down on the arm in his ass. The movement caused this man to rock forward then back on the arm, and then the same thing happened to the man impaled on the next arm. Soon, with the aid of the chain acting as an irregular metronome, the three men rocked in stinted unison, with groans, cries, laughs, and tears.

The poppers and ethyl were passed around and they found a rhythm that suited their needs, desires, and lusts. One man reached back and grabbed the cock behind him, which was semi-rigid, squeezing and fondled it. Soon the three were lock ass to fist, hand to cock, and the tempo doubled. The pace doubled again as each man tried to pull the man’s cock towards himself and at the same time driving the arm in his ass deeper and deeper.

They were not sure when or how it started, but one of these men felt heat churning in his ball and spreading to his cock. He started to rock and pull with more fervor. This got another man going and then the third. The three men churned and roiled and boiled with waves of pleasure lust joy and fear…would the climax be too intense to survive?

And then it started. The first man balled his hand that was lodged in the ass in front of him, and this man started to shrudder and tremble, screaming out that he could not catch his breath and the pleasure was too intense. And he fired, and fired, and fired again, the last round was nothing but dry jerks.

As he came, he balled his hand into a fist also buried deep in the man in front of him. In response, with the speed of a reflex, this man threw his head back and cried out that he was going to cum! And he did, again and again and again.

And then the fever caught the third man. A roiling start in his gut and balls and he knew that he was going to spew a load larger than he had ever delivered before; a deep insistent throbbing moved from his prostate to his balls and erupted out of his cock. And then, he felt the hand in his ass form into a fist, and slowly begin to pull out. He cried out for everyone to stop moving, but the fist had a mind of its own. When it reached his prostate, it turned and rotated, raking that sensitive organ, causing him to cum again and again.

The three leather clad me lay there in a heap. They were drained of every ounce of cum, energy, and the even the will to move. Slowly they all drifted into a drug and cum induced sleep. They were all floating, floating on their brothers’ fists, moving over the edge and looking up at the sky and their own smiling images.

Royd's Darkroom Ass Invasion



By the time it’s Friday night, I'm so horny that all I can think about is getting my muscle hole well and truly fucked. It’s been like this for quite a few years now. I love going to a bar or a sex club, having a few beers and then getting used. In my favorite sex club here in New England, there are a lot of horny regulars and a good turnover of tourists, so there’s always a lot of variety.

One week it got to Thursday and I thought, fuck it, I can't wait until Friday, I'll go and see who’s about. I cleaned out my hole, put my rubber tanktop on, my knee high fireman boots with my poppers and loads of packs of gel tucked in the top. I was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and aimlessly stroking my cock when this guy walked in. There were already a few guys there, but this one really caught my eye.

He was naked except for a pair of knee-high, black leather, lace-up boots. I could only see him from behind. Like me, he was heavily muscled. He had two tribal tattoos swirled across his muscled butt cheeks. There was a barber’s chair in the corner raised up on a small platform. He climbed into it and threw one leg over the arm displaying a think semi erect cock nestled on a pair of fleshy balls.

He sat there with all eyes on him, aimlessly playing with one of his nipples. His cock slowly filling with blood and snaking down onto the cold vinyl between his parted legs. A couple of older, not so fit guys moved towards him, but one cold look from this guy made them back off. That just got me really turned on. I love it when a guy knows what he wants and that if he waits long enough, he'll get it. I was only too ready to give it.

I decided to play it a bit cool, but he caught my eye and held my gaze. He got up out of the chair and walked to the back of the bar where the fist fuck benches are, throwing one last glance at me over his shoulder. I decided to go and wait for him in the dark room downstairs instead. And before I got off the bar stool, I grabbed some gel and lubed up my now twitching hole as I descended the stairs. I found a dark corner, crouched down, took a whiff of poppers and waited with my hands behind my back.

After a couple of minutes I heard heavy foot steps coming down the metal staircase. He slowly wandered around the darkroom until he spotted me, ready and waiting. He sauntered up to me and stood in front of me, legs parted and his hands commandingly resting on his hips. His cock was sticking right out by now and was only a few inches from my waiting mouth. He wasn't going to move. I had to reach forward for it. I tentatively licked the tip and tasted his precum. I gradually took the head in and began to suck. I heard a groan and his knees momentarily gave way in pleasure. He took a step forward, pressing the rigid flesh deeper into my now drooling mouth.

I began to brush the insides of his legs up to his balls with my hands which made him invade my mouth more vigorously. My cock was painfully hard by now and I could feel my own copious load of precum leaking out. He began to pick up the rhythm. His hands moved around to hold my head and take full control. He bent his knees to encourage me to play more with his thighs. I moved higher and began to play with his hole. This drove him wild and he forced the whole of his now rock hard cock into my throat.

His hole pulsated with my touch, sucking in my finger tips as I the played with the pucker. Then all of a sudden he lifted me up under the arms and turned me round. I braced myself against the wall and stuck my expectant hole out to get what was coming to me. This was what I had come here for. I could feel the heat of his blood gorged cock near its target and then with one lunge he forced it in. It just plowed its way into me as he reached around me with both arms to make sure I took every inch.

Then it really started. After the initial shock all I could think about was having every inch of his cock in me and working until I'd drained every once of cum from it. I pushed back further onto him and clenched my ring hard around the invading muscle. He began to pull hard on my tits which pushed me over the edge. I bent my head back and locked my mouth onto his mouth. While we were exchanging spit and savoring each other, he maintained a ferocious bounding of my muscle hole. Then I felt my cock encased by a warm wet anonymous mouth and another wet tongue licking what it could of my hole from beneath, making sure it stayed well lubed, as his hard cock pounded in and out of me.

The fucker then made me get down on all fours on the cold concrete floor. Without missing a beat, he rode me good and proper, varying the angle of entry on each thrust making me yell for more. To shut me up, an anonymous cock was shoved in my mouth, the thrusts from him making the cock in my mouth stab the back of my throat, forcing it deeper.

My fucker bent forward from his semi upright position, to grab my shoulders so as to get every last possible inch into me. I could feel someone slipping a finger alongside his dick. Teasing my ass lips. It was driving my wild. I reached back between my legs and tried to find my fucker's butt hole. When I found the spot I shoved one then two fingers in. He grabbed my hand and held it there encouraging me to put the rest of my fingers in. I couldn't believe my luck. A top who liked to get fisted as well.

I began to force my knuckles in but it was awkward from the position I was in and with him never letting up on his assault on my hole. With one last push my hand slipped in and this really sent him wild. He reared up and back and let out a huge roar, filling my insides with is his burning cum. His ass sucked my hand into him as his cock spasmed.

He then pulled out of me. My hand came out of his hole. He tuned me over onto my back. He was now on all fours above me. His glistening cock still oozing cum above my face. He pulled my legs up and buried his tongue in my hole, felching out the cum he'd just shot in it. I took his cock in my mouth to clean off the glistening cum at the same as putting my hand back in him. From this angle I could get deeper. He groaned and began to rock back onto it. Groaning into my hole while I frantically jerked on my cock.

This was all too good to last for long. Holes being invaded and cocks frantically serviced. I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. His cock was still hard in my mouth and I could feel his hole begin to grip as it had before. It was too much. I couldn't hold back. I began to cum and huge long bursts. His mouth left my hole and encased my spurting cock. His monster cock expanded in my mouth and began to deposit a second load down my throat. I violently pushed my fist around in his arse massaging his prostate. His mouth was vacuuming every last ounce of cum from my balls.

When we'd finally emptied our loads he gently pushed my fist out of his hole with a plop and sat back on my face. I licked up the funky juices that ran out over my chin as he lowered my legs back onto the floor. We eventually got up and staggered upstairs to the bar. Him, playing with my sloppy hole as I went up in front of him. When we got to the bar I sat on a stool with my ass lips pushed out. He ordered two beers and stood close up behind me with the tip of his cock nestled and the entrance to my happy hole.

After a half an hour of small talk and exchange of names, his cock began to poke me gently, ready for the second round...

i have very large protruding nips that stick out even through a heavy sweater. As they are both pierced too this brings them even more to people's attention. i do have to be careful what shirts i wear and where i am going. i do find myself trying to wear looser shirts at business meetings so my nips aren't so evident. When I am out on the beach though, i love to show off. i do get lots of inquisitive looks but I like that. i am very proud of my big nips and wouldn't have it any other way. Let's all be proud of what we've got and display them for all to see and admire!

Having said that, at the beginning when i started vacpumping my nips, i used to be somewhat selective as to when my pecs and nips are exposed to the general public. There are some occasions when they would draw far more attention than i care to handle. However as i have hit the gym harder and harder, i have grown more accustomed to them, and now they are routinely shown to anyone who cares to look. i do recall years ago when i went spent a week at my first gay resort, that it took a lot of courage to change into my posers and walk out onto the pool deck knowing many pairs of eyes were staring at my freakishly huge bod and my pecs and nips. However, with each day it got easier and easier. At the end of the week, i didn't hesitate to let them precede me as i walked onto the pool deck.

Nowadays, i pretty much pump my nips daily both with an electric vacpump and with snake bite suction cups. In fact, i wear my "supple nip" suction cups about 12/7 and i've seen great gains. When the cups are on, they really stick out in my shirt and i get a lot of freaked out looks -- especially from straight guys whose eyes are drawn to tits no matter who they are on. And when the cups are off, my nips protrude vulgarly through whatever shirt or tank top i have on. i'm never embarrassed because to me big nips on huge pecs are very masculine, especially out in public.

i get totally turned on when i see a hot guy on the street with clearly enlarged nips visible through his shirt, because i know exactly what it means, and I like to think other guys notice mine. When i'm shirtless, it's like i have these blatant sex organs poking out there for all to see, my fetish exposed, these aching udders that crave getting nursed on by other men. Yeah, i'm an exhibitionist about my nips and picky about what kind of shirt i'm wearing to best show off my pecs and nips. i especially enjoy watching the reactions of straight guys to my big nips.

i remember explaining to my straight beat friend, who had commented on my nips, that it's a gay thing. And that there are lots of gay guys who are really into tits - just like tit-crazy straight guys! Except that with two guys, BOTH can enlarge their tits for more mutual pleasure. It's not a one-way street, like it is with most straight couples. Call it the radical reclamation of male tit-obsession, the completion of gay male sexuality. Tit for tit, if you will. So, fuck it and show 'em off any chance you get...like me!

Have you ever watched a bodybuilding contest and wanted to take a contestant right off the stage and fuck his oiled, pumped, flexing body?

Have you ever watched a bodybuilding contest and wanted to take a contestant right off the stage and fuck his oiled, pumped, flexing body? I'm a competitive bodybuilder and I love to get fucked while oiled and flexing. When on my back getting fucked I can do single bicep, double bicep, front lat spread and most muscular poses. While getting fucked face-down I can do single and double bicep pose, lat spread, and other back and rear delt flexes. Squirt and spread more oil on my muscles while you fuck me and I flex. I enjoy role-play and want to be the trophy muscle slave purchased at bodybuilding contest or slave auction...owned, used, displayed and exhibited as prized possession. I'm also into degradation. I'm into titwork, collars, chains, pec punishment, such as punching pecs and very heavy-duty titwork. Like the rest of my body, I've pumped my nips so much they're always real big and easy to handle, so you can pull, squeeze, and twist. The more they're worked the louder I moan; the louder I moan the more turned on I get and makes me able to take even heavier, harsher tit abuse. A hot continuing cycle. Into oiling up, flexing/bodybuilding posing, straining against restraints, endurance, struggling, writhing, expanding limits, enduring more, getting bigger, even huger, more pumped.

matured, massively muscular, totally shaved

matured, massively muscular, totally shaved smooth from ears down, with a high-n-tight/flat-top, sexually uninhibited, exhibitionistic, very perverted goals and needs, looking for one solid, mature, massively muscular, masculine DADDY-MASTER-DOM-OWNER-SEX PERVERT

MUSCLE and exhibitionism and ME...YOUR THOUGHTS?

I prefer very skimpy suits, as they enhance my muscled physique very well, and at the same time give me a tremendous sexual thrill. I spend quite a bit of money on my suits, and have a lot of fun in choosing them for the year, all with one clear goal, to make me look and feel sexy. I have a very big collection of suits already, but am always on the look out for new ones, aren't we all? I like to wear as little as possible, and I've been wearing very extreme micro posers and g-strings that shows everything, almost exclusively for the past 10 years. I wear them whenever I can. Sunning in the back yard is fun committing my entire body to the deepest, darkest tan, but nothing beats showing off and meeting other exhibitionists and voyeurs at the beach. I like to wear very tiny, very tight suits that display my entire body, including my cock and balls. G-strings are my favorite by far and are definitely the way to go for the beach. They provide for a maximum tan and show all the hard work I've put in at the gym. They also give you a lot of attention of course. Some of it is unwanted but the wanted attention far offsets that. It takes nerve to do it the first time but once you try it, you will find that it's a great feeling. I like the tightest, most revealing g-strings, I love the feeling of the pouch barely holding my cock and balls. I tend to wear micro pouches that fit snugly around the equipment but most of all cover little more. It isolates the entire package and makes the bulging pouch the center of attention and I love the way it fits around my equipment. The bulging effect on this type of pouch is much more evident as your cock and balls are always pushed out and in full view. This style of pouch shows a fabulous sized bulge and is always breathtaking to see on a public beach. I also love the feel of the miniscule strap up my ass, and the string lodged tightly in my butt crack, rubbing my ass lips. Whenever I am outside in my g-string, I like to wear a tight and heavy metal cock ring, metal ball stretchers and a tight rings around the base of my cock creating a bulging effect in my pouch that borders on obscene, my equipment looking as if it is ready to explode through the fabric. This lets the full detail of the bulge be clearly seen. This shows off everything for those interested in feasting on my exhibitionist nature. I shave my body completely smooth, love the feeling of sun and air on my shaved skin, g-string with shaved smooth hairless pubes. I've become addicted to shaving my body. When I wear my g-string in public, I love feeling the sun, the breeze and the sea on my entire shaved body. I love the freedom of not having a conventional suit on when I come out of the water. I tend to favor lighter colors especially when I get out of the water as not only can the equipment be seen but my equipment shows through the fabric. I love the tan lines that are etched into my body after spending many days at the beach. And yes, I love showing off just almost everything I've got because I'm an exhibitionist and proud of it. But most of all I enjoy being myself without any inhibitions. Many people spend a most of their lives conforming to be what others think they should be. It's great have the courage to project the image you want to project to the world in at least one aspect of your life. I love the fact that my choice of swim wear has prompted me to make permanent 24/7 modifications to my body. I'm very proud of the fact that I have the courage to break away from the herd, live my fantasies and be true to myself. I like pouches, bulges, ostentatious crotches and everyday exhibitionism for myself, and when I head out in public in my micro g-strings, displaying myself to the world, my endorphins flow and the visual results are unbelieveable!

YOUR THOUGHTS?

100 bodybuilders were surveyed

A survey done on 100 bodybuilders attending four gyms were asked using an anonymous self administered questionnaire.

Results-Anabolic steroid doses ranged from 250 to 3200 mg per week and users combined different drugs to achieve these doses. Injectable and oral preparations were used in cycles lasting four to 12 weeks. Eighty six per cent of users admitted to the regular use of drugs other than steroids for various reasons, including additional anabolic effects, the minimization of steroid related side effects, and
withdrawal symptoms.

Top steroids used
1. Nandrolone decanoate (Deca-Durabolin) Testosterone cypionate
2. Stanozolol (Winstrol) Testosterone propionate (Virormone)
3. Methandrostenolone (Dianabol) Testosterone blend (Sustanon 250)
4. Methenolone (Primobolan) Testosterone heptylate (Theramex)
5. Trenbolone (Parabolan) Testosterone enanthate (Testaviron)
6. Oxandrolone (Anavar) Testosterone undecanoate (Andriol)
7. Oxymetholone (Anapolon)
8. Drostanolone (Masteron)
9. Boldenone (Equipoise)

drugs other than anabolic steroids used by athletes

Clenbutarol 70 %
Ephedrine 57%
Human chorionic gonadotrophin 49%
Tamoxifen 45%
Growth hormone 12%
Diuretics 22%
Nalbuphine (Nubain) 6%
Insulin 2%
Thyroid hormone 2%
Aminoglutethimide (Orimeten) 3%
Esiclene 5%
None 14%

side effects associated with steroid use

Acne 54%
Gynaecomastia 34%
Striae 34%
Testicular atrophy 40%
None 12%

Age distribution of steroid users

16-19 10%
20-24 27%
25-29 36%
30-34 14%
35-39 10%
40+ 3%
Total 100%

Duration of steroid use

Year
< 1 21%
1-2 13%
2-3 26%
3-4 15%
4-5 10%
> 5 15%
Total 100%

The lowest recorded weekly dose was 250 mg and the highest was 3200 mg. The duration of steroid administration (steroid cycle) was reported as follows: 4-6 weeks (28%), 8-10 weeks (39%),12 weeks (33%). Forty eight per cent of the sample stated that their annual steroid use was less than six months, while the other 52% used steroids for more than six months each year. Three athletes admitted continuous steroid use for 52 weeks of the year.

The most popular agents were intramuscular nandrolone decanoate (84%), testosterone esters (75%), and oral methandrostenolone (68%). Eighty five per cent used both parenteral and oral preparations, 1 1% used solely injectable preparations, and 4% used tablets only. Most self administered intramuscular injections were sited in the gluteal region, but the thigh and deltoid were also used.

Scientific studies have attributed gains in muscle size and strength to anabolic steroids, provided they are used in conjunction with an appropriate training program and a high protein diet. Even in the absence of such clinical data, 50 years of steroid use by athletes would imply a positive benefit. The anabolic action of these drugs is mediated in two ways. An anticatabolic effect is achieved by minimising the catabolic action of corticosteroids released during stress (athletic activity). The second action is the maintenance of positive nitrogen balance by improving utilization of ingested protein. Anabolic steroids also have motivating effects, inducing a state of euphoria and diminished fatigue, thereby enhancing training capabilities.

Illicit drug use by the athletes in this study was not confined to anabolic steroids, and 86% admitted using other drugs for different reasons. Non-steroid agents with anabolic properties include clenbutarol, growth hormone, and insulin. Clenbutarol is a 3, receptor agonist used by 70% of this group for its ability to stimulate protein deposition in skeletal muscle (so called "repartitioning agent"), and also for its thermogenic properties, which increase energy expenditure, thereby reducing body fat.Growth hormone is taken by a smaller number of steroid users (12%), probably because of its high black market price. Insulin, for example 1-2 units with meals, was also being used by two competitors for a supposed anabolic effect. It appears that the athletes in this sample used steroids as their primary anabolic agent, with clenbutarol, growth hormone, or insulin being used as secondary anabolic drugs. Ephedrine is a 12 receptor agonist used medically as a bronchodilator and vasoconstrictor sympathomimetic during anaesthesia. Fifty seven per cent of the athletes in this sample used ephedrine as a stimulant to aid athletic performance, and also as a thermogenic fat reducing agent.

Anticatabolic agents are also used to provide anabolic-like effects. Aminoglutethimide (Orimeten), used by 3% of the sample, is a steroid antagonist which preferentially blocks corticosteroid pathways, shifting the testosterone to cortisol ratio in favour of anabolism. The parenteral analgesic nalbuphine (Nubain) was used by 6% to relieve musculoskeletal pain and for a proposed "stress reducing" anticatabolic action. Additional drugs are used before bodybuilding competitions to enhance skeletal muscle visibility. L-thyroxine (for example, 200 ,ug daily) may be used in the four to six weeks leading up to a contest to reduce the amount of subcutaneous body fat.

It appears that you may need more in-depth training

"Listen muscleboy, you just don't get it do you? I told you that you were to become my personal muscle sex slave, and a lot of the time, pain and torture are part of it! So you had just better get any other ideas out of your head, before it's too late. I am going to fuck you and force you to do things which you never thought possible."

i quickly knelt down and assumed my presentation posture, with my head on the floor. My immediate actions must have pleased HIM, as HE commented, "Well done slave boy, well done."

i was taken to an area where chains were dangling from the ceiling. i felt HIM removing my chain and HE could plainly see that i was excited, as my cock was rigid, even with the heavy ring hanging from my piss slit. i wasn't sure just why i was aroused, but surely it was because i was about to receive a punishment. By the time HE was finished with me, i was spread-eagled firmly with my butt facing HIM.

Knowing that HE would come around to my front, i lowered my head which prevented me from looking at HIM in a direct fashion. HE stood in front of me firmly running HIS hands all over my naked body, the naked body of HIS new slave. HE seemed to be very interested in my cock and balls, apparently because of the way they were so pronounced. HE took one of my balls into each hand and firmly squeezed them, apparently wanting to see just how much pain i could handle. It didn't take much effort on HIS part, before i began to moan from that slightly more than discomforting feeling in my balls.

"It looks like I'm going to have to work long and hard on your pain threshold boy. It appears that you may need more in-depth training," HE laughingly said with amusement in HIS voice.

Not hearing the next sound, i was completely caught off guard as the first blow from a multi laced riding crop came crashing down on my soft butt. i yelped like a dog getting scolded. Over and over again the crop came in contact with my body, from my wide shoulders down to the backs of my legs and diamond calves. The final two blows came from the front, as HE landed two perfect strokes on my separated balls. i nearly fainted from the pain, but willed myself to maintain some semblance of slave composure. HE was oblivious to my pain and discomfort, as HE left me strung up on the chains.

Before long, i heard HIM fumble around with a set of keys, and i could only imagine that HE was going into one of those cabinets that contained other intricate training devices. i couldn't imagine that i was about to receive more punishment, i was wrong. HE came into my line of vision and in each of HIS hands, HE had a lead weight the size of a baseball. HE quickly attached them to my balls and dropped them, causing an intense searing pain to shoot up into my roidgut.

Next HE attached two weights, the size of golf balls to my nipple rings and like my balls, HE simply let them fall from HIS hands, jerking my inch long, thumb-thick nipples even further down my pecs. Then from behind me, HE slid a ridged plastic collar over my steel collar, which was so wide that it kept my head facing directly to the front of me. When i finally focused my eyes, i could see a wide screen television screen, which apparently was one of the many things behind the closet doors.

"Now then slave, there will be many, many hours of video training films for you to watch. And, since this is your first day here, I'll stay with you for a while so that you won't feel neglected. Besides, it has been so long since I've seen you that I think time spent together will help us to better 'bond' with one another. You have no idea how many years that I've waited for this day, a day which has been blazoned into my brain for all eternity, the one thing which I've longed for. I'm sure that the first video will bring you some closure on your former life and introduce you to what appears to be your new world. Unfortunately, some of the video is not up to my normal standards, as the camera man is no longer in my employ, and had to be taken by others who are not so familiar with my degree of quality. Now just settle in and relax, above all else, enjoy the show and learn from it, as it just might become your only road to salvation."

HE took a seat, where not only could HE see the screen, but HE could also had an excellent vantage point to see my nakedness and to watch my every reaction to the upcoming video.

Gotta crank one more load out while thinking of your steroid bloated muscle body

Damn Royd, you got me very HOT! You made me blow a big load twice! Wish, I could feel your hot, huge pouch, your huge, shaved and cockringed, pierced penis, your mega hot, round, tight, big muscle buns, your huge quads, your huge pecs and arms! I want you so bad!!! Royd, I wanna seed you!! Wish I was there, so I can show you how much MAN I am every day and night and seed your muscles, seed your hot ass! Wanna show you how much semen I got in my balls for you, wanna feel your hands cupping my ballsack and feel the weight of my balls, wanna feel your hands stroking my penis and enjoying my smooth shaved pubes! I want you to pump and pose for me in that tiny yellow g-string of yours. When your muscles are fully engorged and bloated, I'd turn you around and sink a syringe of D-Bol into your glute muscle. Then, I'd reach a couple of fingers between your hard ass cheeks and slide that string away from your cunt. I'd spit into my fist and lube my hard shaft and then thrust into your waiting hole. While you felt the roids moving through your veins, giving you a muscle-rush, I'd keep pumping your ass (it belongs to me anyway) while I twist your nips. Wanna cum for me muscle freak? Damn, you get me so fucking hard and dripping. Gotta crank one more load out while thinking of your steroid bloated muscle body. Royd, now lie on your back and grab a hold of your ankles. I'm gonna stuff my tool into your cunt good and hard. I'm going to fuck you with long, slow thrusts. When I push in, I'll make sure I hit your joy button. And when I pull out, I'll pull out all the way, leaving your hungry hole begging to be filled again. I wanna hear you moan as I fuck your juicy muscle cunt...I wanna feel my precum on your rosebud as I slide my shaft in again and again. Flex while I fuck you boy. Show me that muscle you work so hard for. Let's see you flex those pecs. Give me a double biceps. Come on, flex hard! Yeah, that's right. Now clamp down on my cock, I'm gonna breed your hole...

MAN, now that's LIFE, Royd

"Well, buddy, you're ONE FUCKIN' HOT and mature muscleman - a man after my own heart - would love to get you in the gym with that skimpy poser on (me in a see-thru thong) pumpin' our muscles up, roided out of our mind and then strutting out stuff on the street, still sweating and smelling like me, for all the public to see - our big massive muscle, semi-hard, flexing to every person walking by - MAN, now that's LIFE, Royd"

Royd, as I worked out like an animal this week...

"Royd, as I worked out like an animal this week, all I could think of was my swollen cock pumping your muscled hole. My arms were bigger than they ever have been, veins popping our from biceps, forearms and even on the back of my hands. My pumped body was over you, as you did your last set, begging me to fuck your hole with my cock and then see how far I could work my muscled forearm up that muscled hole...with my pecs heaving and my nipples fully erect, I oiled my cock and arms, first fucking your hole with my cock and watching the pleasure on your face....your look told me to work my hand with my cock and slowly exchange one membrane for the other. your hole pumping, ass lips protruding and wanting more, wanting me to turn your muscle hole inside out."

a huge freaky muscle stud, oiled and greased to the nines

this was sent to me:

WHILE I PERSONALLY AM NOT INTO ROIDS FOR MY OWN BODYBUILDIG, I MUST admit a huge freaky muscle stud, oiled and greased to the nines and squeezed into a miniscule, taut, tight and stretchy copious lycra pouch can motivate and stimulate me to more intense workouts and some pretty hot release sessions to follow. Thanks for some great and exciting film clips and I might add, the addition of a bit of leather is the icing on the cake and the cream in my fist (smile) . I gather you too appreciate and enjoy much the same scenes. Am I right ?? Love to discuss any phase of bodybuilding with you, muscle buddy.

THERE IS NOTHING QUITE SO IDEAL AS A FELLOW-MUSCLE STUD, TOTALLY SHAVED AND THERE IS NOTHING QUITE SO IDEAL AS A FELLOW-MUSCLE STUD, TOTALLY SHAVED AND SKINNED DOWN TO HIS ROCK-HARD, RIPPLING MUSCLES ALL COVRED IN SWEAT AND MINERAL OIL AS HE FLEXES, POSES AND UNDULATES. ADD A HEAVY DOSE OF WILD VASCULARITY, A COUPLE OF TIGHT, CINCTURING COCK RINGS, AND A MINIMAL TISSUE-THIN LYCRA POSING POUCH AND HE IS READY FOR SOME MUCH DESERVED WORSHIP AND ORAL ADORATION. NOW THROW IN SOME GRINDING FROTTAGE TO IGNITE THEIR SPRINKLER SYSYTEM AND I THINK WE HAVE THE START OF A GOOD HOT MUSCLE EXCHANGE. JACK ME HARD, MUSCLE BUDDY, AS I AM READY TO EXPLODE. BLAST ONE OFF FOR ME, SUPER HUNK. TOWARD FREAKIER AND MORE MASSIVE MUSCLES AND VASCULARITY

Roided Muscle for Hire

I didn’t recognize the number that appeared on my cell phone. I answered it anyway, because it’s the phone I use for work.

“Royd, here.”

“Yes, is this Mr. Royd Roided?” Not my real name, of course. It was a woman’s voice. That was something new. I only advertise my services in gay rags. I wondered how she got my number.

“Yeah, you’ve got Royd Roided. How can I help you?”

“Please hold for Mr. Jones.”

Then there was a click and I could tell I had been put on hold. This was unbelievable – and another first. Some dude had gotten his secretary to contact me. That took balls. I liked this guy already. Let’s hope it turned out to be a legitimate connection. Shit, I thought, that’s one devoted secretary. The line suddenly clicked live.

“Good morning, Mr. Roided.”

The voice didn’t sound like a guy with balls. Mr. Jones sounded young and somewhat timid. I was kind of bummed that the voice didn’t match my imagination.

“Yeah, you’ve got Roided.”

“Otherwise known as Mr. Big Enough, right?”

Wow, I was impressed. I only used that name in some of the hard-core magazines. Maybe this Mr. Jones was a better man than I thought. The ad that promoted me as “Mr. Big Enough” had a really good picture to go along with it. It’s also the ad where my massages were listed at their highest price. This might end up being a good day.

“Yeah, I’m Mr. Big Enough, too. How can I help you?”

“Well, sir, I’m calling for my boss and he needed me to touch base with you on a few items before any arrangements were made.”

What the hell was going on, I thought. Was this some kind of joke? I’m going through two assistants before I even talk to a potential client. Part of me said hang up the phone right now, but the adventurous side of me felt some potential in pursuing this call.

“A few items, you say? Who’s your boss?”

“If it’s alright with you, Mr. Roided, he asked me not to use his name. Can we just say he’s Mr. X?

“Whatever makes you happy, Mr. Jones. Whatever makes you happy. What are these items that X wants you to touch base on?”

“Thank you, Mr. Roided. I have a list here. First of all, is it possible to reserve your services for an entire week?”

This call kept getting weirder and weirder. But I know how to stay cool – sometimes that, alone, got you the job.

“Sure, but it’s gonna cost Mr. X a pretty penny.”

“Uh, Mr. Roided. Money is no object in this matter. I’m authorized to offer you any sum – as long as the product offered has been presented honestly.”

“And now, Mr. Jones, could you say that in a way that’s understandable?”

“I’m sorry. Of course, Mr. Smith. Mr. X wants to make sure that the pictures you have used to promote the product are real and if what you claim in the paragraphs of the ad is true.”

The second time around wasn’t much clearer, but I got the idea.

“Listen, Mr. Jones. The picture is a month old. I’ve actually added a few pounds of muscle since then. And, believe me, I don’t need to lie about my body or what I can do with my body. I’ve never – and I mean never – had a dissatisfied customer. But, just for conversation sake, why don’t you ask away about anything you want to. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

There was a slight pause. I could have sworn I heard the movement of a zipper. For a second I thought all of this was just a huge scam for some guy to get off on muscle talk on the phone, but something deep inside told me to stay with it.

“I hope I haven’t offended you, Mr. Roided. I’m just trying to do my job. Please forgive me.”

“It’s okay, man. I’m not easily offended. Shoot away with those questions.”

“The first is about your height. You write…”

“I’m five eight in my bare feet. Next.”

“Well, that is about average, isn’t it? And your weight?”

“I haven’t weighed myself this morning, but yesterday I tipped the scale at two hundred and ninety-two pounds.”

“Shit . . . uh, I mean sure. Thank you Mr. Roided. That is a little more than the ad says. Which is a good thing. It’s very impressive.”

“Listen, Jones. I think I can move this conversation along a little faster. What I claim in the ad is true – all of it. You can see my measurements listed there, but how about I tell you in a way that will make it clearer to Mr. X. Make sure you get all this down, man. To begin with, I’m fucking huge. I mean really big. If you walk into a room and I’m in the middle of a crowd your eyes are going directly to me first. Usually, I am the biggest guy, but it’s the width of my shoulders that most people notice first. These shoulders are wider than your bed Mr. Jones. I kid you not. You could park a small car on the two mountains on either side of my head. And, just for the record, I’m hot as hell. I’ve got a shaved head and brown eyes. Look up the word chiseled in the dictionary and they show you a picture of my face. By the way, the line in the ad that says I’ve got “lips for days” was said by a client, not by me."

I swear I heard a slight moan on the other end of the line, but I was too revved up to stop and comment.

"And once you stop staring at my shoulders you begin to notice that those things hanging down at my sides aren’t tree trunks – they’re the largest fucking arms you’ve ever seen. Even though I’m wearing a black leather jacket you can still tell my guns are enormous. Your first thought after noticing them is how did he get that fucking jacket over those cannons. And if I flex my arms a little you know they’re cannons because you see the huge cannon balls that other men call biceps. And, Mr. Jones, if you haven’t passed out yet from staring at my body you finally notice what makes most big men I meet cream in their pants. Your mouth drops open when your gaze wanders over to my muscle shelf of a chest. It crosses your mind that I must have a steamer trunk stuffed in my shirt until you notice that I like to make my pecs twitch a lot, just to catch some guy’s eye. By this point you are so fucking mesmerized by how big my pecs are you hardly notice how my stomach slopes inward like there’s a cave underneath those two mountain peaks. Even with a shirt on you know that the ripple of my abs must seem inhuman when viewed – let alone touched. Should I continue, Mr. Jones?”

When I stopped talking I could hear that Jones was breathing heavy at the other end. I also heard movement and it hit me that Jonesy-boy must be whacking off.

“Uh…huh…”

That was all he could get out and then I heard something that melted my heart and made me really like the guy. It was very soft, but clear.

“Please . . . sir . . .”

“Sure man, sure. Well just about now the crowd parts and you get your first glimpse of my roidgut. You marvel at the fact that something so distended and muscled can support such a fucking huge upper body. And then it hits you that my core muscles must be as strong as girders in a skyscraper. Then your eyes land on my legs and either you shoot a second load or your heart stops beating for a few seconds. The first thing to pop into your head is that you’ve never seen quads flare out to the side as much as mine do. You say to yourself, “He must have painted those jeans on his body because they are so tight.” You are terrified that any movement of my concrete pillars will cause those stretched-thin jeans to shred in a hundred places. And then you realize that my quads flare out almost as far as my shoulders. You daydream for a second about all the things you want to place between my legs and watch me squeeze senseless. Knowing how much you’re fired up, Jones, you’d ask me to start with a metal safe, because you know it couldn’t withstand the pressure of my two towers of power. You also get more excited (if that is possible) when you imagine me cradling you in my powerful arms and then exploding into the air propelled by these two muscled missiles. And the thought of how hard the ground would shake when we landed takes you to a new stage in your ecstasy."

"But just when you think it’s over, little Jonesy-boy, I turn around and you see, for the first time, true perfection displayed in my ass. You’ve always heard the term bubble butt, but never knew it really existed until you see mine. I squeeze the cheeks and the indentions made on the side look like craters on the moon. You dream of spreading my muscled cheeks and burying your face in my ass crack. But let me tell you something important, boy - once you put your face there and I begin to squeeze, you aren’t ever going to pull you head back until I release the vice-like grip of those two globes. Your face stays there until I say so. And every time I squeeze those cheeks a little harder it causes your rigid dick to ache that much more. I have you completely in my control by this point, Mr. Jones. And I can make you – shoot – your – load – with – just – one – massive – squeeze – of – my – ass."

This last sentence is said slowly and deliberately. I know how close the guy on the other end of the phone is to climaxing. I know this will send him over the top. And it does. Suddenly, I hear a loud moan as if someone is being punched in the stomach. I realize that Jones’ cock is spewing every ounce of cum his body can give. Hell, he probably won’t be able to shoot again for a week. His moan is broken into staccato-like intervals as his body is obviously thrown into sexual convulsions. I am actually pleased with my work. I can feel myself smiling. I might actually have to charge Mr. Jones.

There is silence on the phone. I hear heavy breathing for a while and then it tapers off. I know that Jones is trying to gain control of his body again. I decide to wait for him to speak first. He finally talks and sounds like someone who just finished running a marathon.

“I think I’ve gotten everything I need, Mr. Roided.”

“And then some, Mr. Jones.”

I love toying with guys. He didn’t laugh. Not because he didn’t think it was funny, but because he didn’t have the energy.

“Would a deposit of $50,000 be sufficient to begin your services, Mr. Roided?”

Now I’m good at what I do and I pride myself on being a professional, but nothing could have prepared me for that suggested amount. Yes, it would be sufficient. It would be fucking sufficient. But I knew I could not let on to the fact that the amount caught me off guard.

“I think that is a fine beginning, Mr. Jones, and we can talk about the rest later. Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Mr. Roided. A carrier will drop off the money within the half hour, if that is okay.”

“That’s fine. I’m around all morning.”

“Well good day, Mr. Roided. There will be instructions for you with the money. The week will begin tomorrow morning. I hope you enjoy your time with Mr. X.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.

And with that we both hung up. For a split second it crossed my mind that this was all a scam, but I refused to let my energy go there. If it didn’t pan out, that was fine. And if it did, that was fine too.

About twenty minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened it to be greeted by a good-looking fellow who asked for Mr. SRoided. He gave me a huge envelope and then started to walk away. As he left I called out.

“Thanks again, Jonsey-boy.”

The guy turned back towards me and had a surprised look on his face.

“And how did you know it was me, Mr. Roided?”

“That’s easy. A flushed look streaked across your face when I opened the door, but mostly it was the big wet stain at the crotch of your pants.”

He looked down to see what I referred to. His face was completely red when he looked back up. I felt sorry for the guy – he was embarrassed. I walked down the hall towards him. I could tell his breathing got heavier as I moved closer. I reached down and put my large hand on his still-hard cock. I squeezed tightly and the poor kid shot another load. I couldn’t believe it. He shook violently and had to grab hold of my arm. The minute his hands felt my bulging, non-flexed, bicep his shaking doubled its intensity. I kept my hand there until he was calm and could stand on his own.

“Never be embarrassed by that. Never. This is what makes us alive – this thing that is happening between us right now. You’ve given me the best compliment a guy can get. When I’m able to make a guy shoot his load I’ve accomplished something good for the day.”

I leaned down and pressed my mouth against his – forcing his lips apart with my tongue. Just to add to the kiss, I reached around his body, grabbed his ass with both hands, and lifted him into the air. I pressed his body against mine as I shoved my tongue further down his throat. After a few seconds, Jones finally got into the kiss. He placed his hands on my giant chest and something unbelievable happened. The kid started shooting another load. I was fucking impressed by his abilities. The spasms finally stopped and I pulled my face from his. I let his body slowly slide to the floor. Mr. Jones was in a muscle induced, cum-spewing trance. I simply turned his body toward the elevator and gave him a gentle push. His legs carried him, although they were quite wobbly, to the elevator and he pressed the down button. I stood in the hallway until the elevator doors closed so he could get a final look at the body that had made him erupt three times within an hour. It was turning out to be a great day.

hooded

ROYD the muscle sub

A naked, blindfolded, and ball gagged muscle sub is tied spread-eagle on his back at his wrists, elbows, torso, hips, knees, and ankles. Several people tickle him lightly with feathers on all of his most sensitive spots (underarms, cock, balls, anus, the area between them, soles of his feet), and lightly massage and lick his nipples. The tickling and nipple teasing drives him to the peak of arousal and keeps him there, but never is quite enough stimulation for him to climax. His tormentors laugh at his predicament as he bucks and writhes in delicious agony, even as the bonds severely restrict his movement and the gag muffles his screams for mercy. He is being kept on the edge all the while, and they continue tease torturing him for hours, until he passes out from exhaustion. When he awakes, he finds that the ball gag has been replaced by an O-ring gag and he is told that he finally will be allowed to cum. His legs are untied he finds that he is unbearably frustrated, but that he is unable to do anything about it because he has been locked in a chastity device. Fortunately for him, his chastity device is unlocked and his legs are then retied apart after being swung over his head, so that his now uncaged and hard cock is directly over and just a couple of inches from his O-ring gagged mouth. His head is rendered immobile. BenGay is generously applied all over his cock. Someone begins lightly stroking the entire length of his cock, each stroke lasting 10 seconds with 15-second pauses between strokes. His cock is pointed directly at his mouth at all times. Clamps are applied to his nipples and one clothespin is applied to his balls after each stroke. His balls, anus, feet, and underarms are tickled lightly with feathers. At the slightest sign that he may be ready to cum, the stroking stops. If he fails to cum in 60 seconds after the stroking stops, the tortuously slow stroking resumes. Eventually, his cum dribbles out of his cock and into his mouth in a frustrating, ruined orgasm. He is forced swallow it all.

"Royd Roided!" My name was announced. It was time.

It was natural to be nervous, though I felt oddly confident and had expected it to be much worse. Everything started to move in slow motion and I felt a strange sense of detachment coming over me.

"Go all the way to the `x' in the middle." I heard the voice next to me and an arm helpfully moved the black curtain aside so I might pass. I began to walk out onto the risers, making my way towards the small x formed by two pieces of masking tape which was centered in a pool of intense light. To my right was a tall black curtain with a few different colored lights shining on it from above. In my peripheral vision I noticed a bluish area and remarked to myself that it matched the color of the material around my waste.

To my left was the black void of the auditorium and the thousands of people it held. They had come from all over. The fans, the enthusiasts, the devotees, the obsessed and other practitioners; they had come from far and wide to see, well, me. Not only me and not specifically me, frankly, as I had never done this before so how could they possibly know they would see me today. But they had come to see the concept of me, the idea of me and the ideal that I was attempting to represent, the perfection of male physical development: the competitive bodybuilder.

I moved slowly at first. My pace that of a deliberate walk, my sense of detachment became stronger and I began to see myself as if from the outside, though I had an acute awareness of the sensations of my body. The air in the auditorium was fairly cool, and I could feel it moving over my skin as I made my way into the light at the center of the stage. My skin felt electric and I felt the air with every nerve ending as it was pushed aside and around my form.

My shiny red posing suit covered the bare minimum in all areas, amounting to little more than about a quarter inch's worth of elastic between the deeply low-cut pouch in the front and the smallish triangle that tended to get wedged between my glutes. My nipples were tight and hard, pointing straight down at the floor from the shelf of my chest. The rest of my paper-thin skin felt much the same way. I was aware of it almost as if I had put on an impossibly tight, completely transparent bodysuit. It seemed to exert uniform pressure, contracting all around me, and I was aware of my own size pressing out from within my skin.

My awareness continued to split itself in two, part remaining feverishly connected to the movements and sensations of my body and part floating outward and up a little as I watched myself moving out onto the stage. Able to glimpse my shadowy profile as I moved towards the `x,' the audience began to give me a welcoming round of applause. They were the applause given out of courtesy and custom to anyone about to engage in a performance of some sort, when that person is completely unknown to the audience members themselves.

As I mentioned, my gait was deliberate. One foot in front of the other, though that isn't quite how I'd describe what it's like to walk as a bodybuilder. When your thighs each have the dimensions of the average man's waist, your legs tend to have to move around each other as you walk, and you have to move your feet somewhat in the pattern of an arc with each step. If you don't let this happen naturally when you walk, your thighs wind up scraping together all the way from the knee up and it tends to hurt as the muscles get pushed around one another.

My arms, hanging down at my sides, swayed back and forth to match my gait. Though, again, when your proportions differ from the average man, so to will the way your body makes average movements. The lat muscles are considered to be part of the back and they are trained with the rest of the back muscles, but they are actually something of a "side" muscle as well. When developed to their full potential, they naturally push out on the upper arms, creating a leverage effect that tends to make it look like a bodybuilder is forever holding his elbows out to the sides. From the inside it doesn't feel any different than just letting your arms hang down relaxed at your sides, except that there are several inches of air between your hands and your sides themselves.

Some bodybuilders inflate themselves and walk out on stage while maintaining the very artificial, contrived posture called the "relaxed" position. As an audience member myself, I had often thought those guys looked arrogant and like they were trying just a bit too hard and I wondered if it was off-putting to the judges. I didn't to look that way so I just made sure I stood tall and with good posture and made my way out to the `x.'

And then I got there.

It took two steps, one left and one right, to get from the edge of the pool of light to be standing directly on the masking tape indicator. As I entered the lighted area, the volume of the applause grew dramatically, if automatically, and I was instantly aware of the heat from the lights. The connected, totally-self-aware part of my consciousness hoped my color would stay even, that I wouldn't start perspiring and that the layer of oil covering my body wasn't too shiny. The disconnected, floating-over-the-front-row part of my consciousness as my body moved into the light and turned to face forward. The applause that had grown in volume virtually stopped and there were general murmurs of appreciation and surprise as I did go on to assume the "relaxed" position.

My overhead consciousness helped my inside awareness adjust my body into the right position to show maximum muscular size while I waited to begin displaying my physique. Heels close together, feet pointed outwards at about 45 degrees. Knees slightly bent to bring out some tension and definition in the quads. Hands closed in fists to show forearm details, knuckles pointing down. Elbows slightly bent and pointing outward, arms pulled away from the body, shoulders tensed. Deep breath, chest inflated, abs tight but not fully flexed. Shoulders and arms pushing slightly forward, flaring the lats. Breathing is slow and steady, somewhat shallow so the abs can stay tight, focusing on chest expansion and projection. Stand still.

Why that is called the "relaxed" position will forever remain a mystery to me. Try standing still in that position in front of a mirror for several minutes and see how relaxed you feel. Then project what that feels like with probably about a hundred more pounds of muscle on your frame and you'll begin to guess what is really feels like.

I watched myself assume the bodybuilder's position and I was very please with what I saw. I saw a man projecting confidence but not arrogance. A man who know he had put in the work and was comfortable with the results he had achieved. I saw a highly developed, 5'8" 260lb. body carrying about 4% body fat standing there presenting itself for display and review. I saw this from above and felt it from the inside. I heard from the audience's reaction that I fit here, I belonged on this stage, among these competitors, and I felt, for the first time in my lift, the exhilaration that is knowing that your body and your muscles aren't things you work on and show off, that they are *you* and that *you* are on display and that people like what they see.

The judge's voice rang out from the darkness over the sound system. "Front double biceps."

My detached consciousness out over the audience began to feel like it was holding its breath. The part of me that was still inside my body was on full alert. I felt an unprecedented level of control and connection with every cell in every muscle fiber. All of the nerve endings in my skin were alive and on fire. The subtle movements of the air around me felt like fingers on my skin, caressing gently, feeling the hardness and density of my mass.

Starting in the "relaxed" bodybuilder position, which, as I have said, is far from relaxed, I did actually relax my shoulders and arms, allowing them to fall slowly to hang at my sides. Well, as close to at my sides as was possible given the bulk of my lats and arm muscles competing for space alongside my torso. Everything felt as if it was in slow motion, though as I saw myself from outside it looked normal. I felt the sheer weight of my arms hanging there, pulling down from my shoulders. I lowered my chin until it stopped, sitting on the protrusion of my upper pecs. As my eyes gazed down over the expanse of my chest muscles, I realized that I actually couldn't see anything of the rest of my front, except the cords of my quads bulging out from the front of my thighs. Some little part of my brain found this funny and wondered if women have the same problem with their breasts.

Raising my arms 90 degrees out to my sides, fists clenched and cocked forward, I paused. Biceps and triceps tensed, forearms bulging, a crazy network of veins appearing everywhere, I allowed the judges and the audience to take in the width of my shoulders and lats flaring out and up from my 31" waist. I tensed up my quads, my feet slightly off center and shifted the bulk of my torso slightly off to the left. This was my favorite pose as I thought it showed off the extremes of my proportions the best.

I continued to contract my biceps, pulling my forearms up to a 90-degree bend. Each of my 24" upper arms grew and swelled, the softball-sized rocks of my biceps coming into razor-defined view. Looking at myself from the front, the depth of the muscles was clearly visible, even from out over the audience. From the inside, I flexed as hard as I could, thinking not about bending my arms, but about tightening the muscles—contracting every fiber as much as it could. The bulk of my forearms and the rocks of my biceps collided, stopping my elbows from bending any further.

I exhaled quickly and tightened all the muscles in my core, showing comic-book character definition in my abs and obliques. And then I smiled. The look on my face was one of quiet confidence. One that said I've worked hard and I am awesome to behold and I know it. I couldn't see anyone in the audience clearly, but I did see the glint of a pair of eyeglasses. I focused my gaze directly on those lenses, wondering who was behind them and what that person thought of the muscle on display for their review.

"Lat spread."

"Side chest."

I went through the sequence of mandatory poses as they were called out from the darkness. As I did, I felt an increasing sense of control over my body, my will causing the muscles to ripple, dance and contract as I shaped my body into each pose. It felt as if my muscles were growing as I posed, the blood pumping further into the fibers, stretching the limits of my dry and shrinking skin.

My thoughts drifted briefly back to the audience, to the person behind the eyeglasses. Who were they? Who was out there? Would there be anyone from the magazines who would want to give me a contract? Would there by anyone from the talent agencies looking for muscle models or maybe porn producers? There would certainly be the usual mix of meatheads and other fellow bodybuilders who were there to appreciate and to support the overall sport. There would probably (hopefully?) also be one or two timid souls, venturing into this new world – this subculture of muscle – for the first time.

There might be a boy who had never seen men this big in person before. Perhaps he had seem some websites and looked through some muscle magazines. Maybe he had glimpsed a big arm or two at the mall. It might be that he had felt something strange, some odd combination of awe, curiosity and longing: something that drew him inexplicably to see more. He wouldn't yet fully understand what he felt, but he would know that he needed more. He would feel a strange turn in his stomach when he saw us up close, moving like normal men yet endowed with the bodies of supermen.

"Abdominals and thigh!"

My thoughts were snapped back to the present. As I exhaled deeply and sank my abs into inch-deep relief, rocking my hips back and forth, the slippery fabric of my poser adjusted almost imperceptibly over my cock, which twitched ever so slightly in response. I fought to bring my focus back to the here and now, lest I continue down what could turn into a very dangerous and embarrassing road.

I popped a frighteningly vascular Most Muscular pose, my fists crossed in front of me and my traps swelling up to my ears with skin-splitting striations.

"Thank you. Exit to your right."

The audience went wild with sheers and whistles. I gave a quick wave, turned to my right, walked to the end of the risers, down the stairs, and into the wings. As I moved, my full consciousness returned to my head, leaving its view from the audience, and time seemed to return to a normal speed. A muscular forearm appeared and drew the black curtain aside.

I walked back to the pump-up and changing room and sat in a chair by my stuff to reflect. I felt alive in a way I never had before. My body was still tingling all over – as if every nerve ending were on overdrive. I thought back to being on stage, just seconds before, moving slowly and flexing my muscles. This was what it was all about. No pretense, no apologies. Just muscle. And men who had tortured themselves in pursuit of the extreme, presenting themselves for scrutiny and inspection, quite literally naked (well, practically naked anyway) for all to see: the ultimate in exhibitionism.

What was this feeling in my stomach? This strange compulsion pushing me forward. This drive to be on display, to flex and to be appreciated. Was it the bodybuilding demon I had long wrestled with and chased, that had driven me to torture myself with weights and food and drugs, to bring myself to the ultimate expression of masculinity and muscle? I had worked at the behest of this inexplicable drive for years, pushing on for reasons I could never define, turning my body in a freakish, cartoon-like expression of muscle and size. And now that I was here, in the process of exhibiting myself, of displaying all the muscle that I had become, that drive turned into satisfaction and I experienced the feeling I had been driving toward all that time. I was a bodybuilder. I was muscle and the muscle was me and I liked it.

Royd : cock flesh + cock steel in ULTRA TIGHT posers!! DROOL!

i posted this on the net:

"One of my fav things to do is pump my nipples, my cock and balls, and my asslips up big and find a nice, tiny suit to wear and get out on the beach for a long walk. It helps if you find a beach mate, who likes to suck on my nipples before my walk. Totally get into my overt and totally pigged out sexy attitude. Love to douse myself in suntan oil to keep the pouch of my suit sheer! Dipping into the water along the way to keep myself cool, but really to make the suit even more see thru."

and here are some responses:

"I stroked my smooth bone and pulled my pumped tits while reading your blog. Great bone-hardening reading and pics. Royd, I will shave your body totally: head, ass, cock and balls, then oil your skin and make you wear the tiniest and skimpiest poser, with a pouch barely large enough to contain your shaved, cockringed, ballstretched and pierced cock and balls, with a butt strap so thin and tight that it will disappear between your legs legs, so that it looks like you have nothing on, and look like what a juiced bodybuilder should look like at the beach! I totally get off muscled bodybuilders like you Royd, sunbathing in the skimpiest of gear packed into tiny posers. Such a hot, thick bulge in such a thin, skimpy pouch sends me over the edge, I totally get off having sex on the beach. Oh yeah Royd, I'm full of ideas for displaying your muscle-body."


"TOO FUCKING HOT! Love to catch you in the dunes at the beach some day, gorgeously shaved hot bod, great looking, excellent tan, nips clamped...OINK! BRAVO...MORE! Nothing hotter that a smooth shaved bodybuilder like you Royd with a big bulge. Stretch those balls, tie them up, separate them and let your precum drip through that pouch while I play with your pumped and pieced nipples. It would be heaven on earth hearing you groan off pleasure, eager to blow through that pouch. Royd, that's the way you will be on the beach when we get together, your tits pumped or even clamped and a minimum of ten cockrings on, body oiled and wearing your micro-gstring-like-poser - seeing your precum dripping, and you as an exhibitionist, showing off to everyone and I shall be there to make blow my load and then soak my cum in your pouch! By now, not just your nipples but your pouch is DYING to get worked on too huh?Just love the glint of cock steel and the size of the equipment Royd! Cock flesh & cock steel in posers!! DROOL Royd, love to see my bloated fuckmeat sliding in and out coaxing a big fucking load into your gut!"


"When you get to the beach with your pumped up tits, that fat butt-plug firmly inserted, your cockring and ball stretcher on, and your package stuffed into your neon yellow g-string, I want you to do this: Let the sun warm your muscles and skin. Close your eyes and slowly let your fingers caress and tease your nips. Feel the oil slide over those knobs, and gently twist your nips. Keep doing this, all the while slowly increasing the pressure until your nips are really swollen and sensitive. Then, while you are working one nip with your hand, move your free hand down to your crotch. Brush the back of your hand against your pouch at the same pace you are playing with that tit of yours. Give that PA a little tug. Slide your hand under that string and keep heading south to your balls. Give your milk-sack a little attention, but then move your hand down under your balls and find the end of that butt plug. I want you to push gently on the end of that plug...feel the plug pressing on your prostate. Keep working that tit and pressing on your joy button. By now, your cock should be hard and dripping, can you feel it rubbing against your forearm? People are walking by and are shocked by your blatant display. It feels way too good to stop. Don't stop. Don't even think of cumming until I say so. Take your hand off your tit now, and rub your cock head. Rub that engorged corona and keep pressing on that plug. By now you should be moaning. Have a taste of your own pre-cum. Flex those muscle pecs for me. OK, now a double-bi. Hands back on your cock and that plug. Come on, pump that fat cock. Don't cum until I say so. Keep yourself on the edge like this all day. When you get back home, maybe I'll let you dump that load in my mouth. But you'll have to say please..."


"Hey Royd: Lie on your back and grab a hold of your ankles. I'm gonna stuff my tool into your cunt good and hard. I'm going to fuck you with long, slow thrusts. When I push in, I'll make sure I hit your joy button. And when I pull out, I'll pull out all the way, leaving your hungry hole begging to be filled again. I wanna hear you moan as I fuck your juicy cunt...I wanna feel my precum on your rosebud as I slide my shaft in again and again. Flex while I fuck you boy. Show me that muscle you work so hard for. Let's see you flex those pecs. Give me a double biceps. Come on, flex hard! Yeah, that's right. Now clamp down on my cock, I'm gonna breed your hole..."

COACH took the micro suit away from me

i stepped in front of the full length and admired my heavily muscled deeply tanned body, ran my hands over the smooth thick pecs and down over my muscled roidgut, i then turn my attention to the heavy modified equipment between my ripped, vascular and smooth legs...just then COACH through the door and commented that i looked ripped. he then tosses me a tiny package and said that i should slip on the contents.

what i had in my hand was a small square clear plastic bag that wasn't too much larger than a matchbook, at least it seemed that small, and i was thinking that whatever was in the package might not even be able to cover me, and with a little bit of fumbling i found that i was holding an extremely tiny blue metallic poser, like the ones that the pro bodybuilders wear, but it looked even more miniscule, like the person who made it forgot to put in the fabric, i flipped it around a few times trying to figure out which was the waist and which were the legs.

COACH took the micro suit away from me, and positions it in his hand, pointed to opening and pointed out the correct way to slide it on, i took back the suit and stepped into the opening, it was an extremely tight fit as i struggled to pull the suit over the diamonds of my calfs and over my muscled, needle marked glutes, the blue fabric was stretched paper-thin against my groin, i turned to look at my back in the mirror, the suit covered up enough to not be a g-string, and displayed my ultra muscular glutes very well.

02.09.09 had a date this weekend with a bodybuilder

I had a date this weekend with a bodybuilder. Intelligent, but OH SO CONSERVATIVE. When I showed up in an UnderArmour t-shirt (white) with tight 501's and black leather combat boots and a bulge showing, I thought he was going to have a fit. He asked if I had anything else to wear other than the tight shirt. I told him, yeah, I do. I stripped off my shirt and jeans and let me see me in all my glory in a gossamer-thin, g-string. Of course, I had vacuumed myself before showing up AND had my cockring and ball stretcher on so the pouch was full and round. He didn't like what he saw. Of course, he was wearing baggy pants and a shirt that was 3 sizes too big for his muscle (6", 230lbs). He also commented that I smelled and asked if I had showered before coming over - I said NO. MEN of MUSCLE don't when meeting another MUSCLE MAN. Well, to make a long story short, I was asked to leave. I walked down the street, got in my car and drove home flexing for myself and anyone who drove by.

02.01.09 TOTAL BODY PUMP

Besides hitting the gym 6 days a week pumping my body up, i also love pumping my ass lips, cock, balls and nipples. This is my forte and am addicted to it, with VERY impressive results. My nightly bedtime routine includes turning my 3 electric vacpumps on and putting on my 4 custom cylinders : a monstertube for my cock and balls; two oversized cylinders for my nips and the last, a rosebud cylinder for my ass lips. Then i go to sleep for 8 hours and in the morning, i wake up pumped even before hitting the gym! TWISTED FUCKIN PUMPIN PERV HERE. NEED to look as fuckin nonhuman as I can. Can't fuckin get all of my body, my muscles, my pierced and siliconed cock and balls, my pierced and siliconed nips and especially my asslips and shit tube fuckin bloated, deformed or grotesque enough to suit me! Lately i have been concentrating on my asslips, i want my shit tube and asslips to fuckin hang outta my shit tube as fuckin low as possible! Would love to get my shit tube pumped and stretched out of my asshole so it hangs 6" out of me. Then fuckin pump that to grotesque extremes. Non stop marathon pumping, 6-7 hrs without stopping. Nothing hotter than fuckin mangled bloated red raw asslips. Love the look and feel of huge protruding, puffy asslips and rosebud, as well as a guy's reaction upon seeing/feeling them for the first time! Also love pumping my hole and showing over my swollen asslips to other pigs, love eating and sucking on swollen ass lips. The best time to get fucked is after the lips are swollen. Would love a pump session with another guy. Big nips, dicks, sacs and holes - fucking hot: imagine you and me sticking a 20" doubleheader, 3.5" wide, inside the custom 'buddy' rosebud pump, say about 5" long and 5.5" inside diameter. We work our way down to a good seal on the pump with about 7-8" of dong in each of us, THEN start pumping, i'd like to have a rectal buddy-tube made, real short and thick, so i could join lips to lips with a pump buddy. Feel our ass meat swollen and intertwined in the tube as we slowly pump and expand. Maybe a custom 2-headed buddy butt plug forcing us wide open and jammed together while we chill in between pump sessions. Sound good?