Royd's Cyber Lust For GB

"... I touch your chest and feel its firmness. You moan with pleasure when I begin to pinch your nipples. I want to make them pointy and hard." I stopped typing to think of what I should I write next. "Your cock is sticking close to my ass lips. You are ready to fuck me. I sit on your lap and I still play with your nipples," I resumed typing. Yawning, I looked at my desk clock. The time shown there was 2 AM in the morning. I should have slept by then, but I really wanted to finish that horny email for Vas, my new Aussie cyber friend. We exchanged emails almost everyday, talking about men and gay sex only. Glancing back at my monitor, I minimized the window of my Notepad editor. With one click, I reopened my picture folder. After scrolling for some seconds, I came to my friend's nude picture. I did not mind spending my time just to look at his picture. GB was not handsome, but he was not ugly either. He was just manly. What made me like him was his age and his physical appearance. In his early 40's, GB had already married and had two sons. He admitted that he was straight but was very curious of gay sex. Yet, he dared not fool around with other guys, fearing that it would ruin his career. Thus, he came to the internet to satisfy his gay curiosity.

My eyes were still fixed to GB's naked picture. Aroused, blood was pumped into my cock. Slowly but surely, my cock grew and hardened in my pants. GB looked so hot in that picture. He was standing in his bedroom, showing off his hard 7 inch uncut cock. Shaved completely, his cock seemed much bigger and longer. Like most men of his age, he did not have any hobby other than to work out in the gym. Very little fat hung around his waist and chest. Two rather large pointy nipples was hanging on the mounds of his chest. Some of his neatly cropped hair had turned whitish.

My mind began wandering about, fantasizing him. Slowly, pre-cum oozed out of my cock, leaving wet trails on my briefs. "..hhhoooh...aaahh..." I breathed as I squeezed the bulge hard. Inevitably, I became hotter and hornier. The great urge to wank off came over me. I quickly stripped my clothes off, ready for some masturbation session. My T-shirt and pants were thrown to my bed. leaving me with nothing on. Sitting naked, I decided to continue typing.

"You pound your big cock up to my ass mercilessly. You screw my boy ass hard. I moan and yell in pain and pleasure. You just keep fucking me." I stopped there, realizing that my cock could not hold its lust any longer. Thus, I started to stroke my uncut 7-inch dick. It soon became rigid and twitching. Precum it produced was pooling on my dick head, walled by the foreskin. "..aaahhh... aaahhh..." I sighed again, enjoying my own stroking. More precum oozed out and it filled the small pool of precum almost to the brim. If it got fuller, the precum would slide down my shaft. Intrigued by the pearly clearness of my precum, I stopped jacking off to take a better look at it. I then scooped the liquid up using my index finger. A long strand of that liquid was stretched between the head of my cock and my finger, looking more like snot. I brought the finger to my lips and tasted my own precum. It tasted heavenly, a bit salty. The stroking continued as I took myself into my bawdy fantasy about he and I.

In my imagination, I pictured him standing right in front of me. Nothing on his body obscuring my eyes from seeing his naked form. Smiling at me, GB
looked more handsome than he was in the photograph he sent me. GB's uncut cock was already hard, ready to drill my willing ass. The cock head was shiny with precum. No words were needed. We just needed real hardcore action.

Burnt by lust, GB moved towards me. Once he had me in his arms, he landed kiss after kiss onto my face, neck, and body. It was not a friendly kiss; it was kiss of pure lust. But he did not just kiss my skin, he also sucked on it, making slurping sound. Being treated like that, I surrendered my whole body to him. Two naked bodies were intertwined with each other, locked in lustful embrace. We were kissing passionately. The fire of lust was burning both of us. Nothing was in our mind, except sex, sex, and more sex. I could feel his body warmth wrapping my naked body.

Snapped back to reality for awhile, as I became more aroused, I quickened my pace. My foreskin was slipping fast up and down, revealing the top of my dick head. Precum flowed down my shaft, oiling my fingers.

I then slowly slid back to my horny imagination. GB laid my naked body on the bed. With his strong arms, he lifted my legs up and spread them out. He hooked them onto his shoulders. At that point, I felt so vulnerable because my ass was exposed and I was totally under his control. Grinning at me, he then slowly inserted his rather large dick into my hole. Actually, his dick was not too long, but it was quite thick. "...aarrgghh... hhhoohhh..." I cried muffled
groans, my ass burning. Its lips were stretched as GB's man cock forced its way in. No lube was used thus the pain became more unbearable. It really hurt! I kept wincing and moaning, bracing myself. PLOP! With one hard push, GB's eager cock was in. "AARRGGH!!!" I screamed, shocked and hurt. "GB, it hurts," I said, almost crying. But he did not say anything, just throwing me an assuring smile that everything would be fine.

"..HHHOHH..." I groaned again as GB kept pushing his cock in up to the hilt. I felt my ass was so full with his throbbing fat manhood. Bending over, he was mouthing my mouth, locking it with lustful kisses. As I was engaged in kissing activity, GB began pumping my ass hole. "...MMPPHH... MMPPHH..." I moaned in pain. The big cock scraped my ass lips over and over again, slowly irritating them. Like a mighty piston, that monstrous cock kept pounding me. "AARGGH!! AARRGH!!! OOOHH!!! UUGGH!!!" I yelled with every single thrust he made. And whenever his cock was pushed deep into my ass, my body would rock a bit. It was painful, but somehow I loved that sensation. I liked being used homosexually by men. "AARGH!!! AAHHH!!!"

"...hhhoohhh..." I gasped when suddenly something pleasurable radiated through my body. It came directly from my ass as soon as GB's cock pounded something in it. "...hhhoohh..." I moaned again as the same wave of pleasure hit me. It must have been my prostate; I never thought it would feel that good. GB just snickered noticing my facial expression when that happened. "...hhhoohh..."

Suddenly, there was a rise in his fucking rhythm speed. The pressure applied was also increased. I could hear clearly the sound of GB's heavy breath. All his muscles on his body seemed to grow tauter. I groaned louder with every hard thrust he did to my ass. He clutched my body like an eagle clutched its victim. "..AARRGGHH!! AAAHH!!! OOOHH!!!!" I groaned as the pain came back to me. The soreness in my ass was more severe, burning my ass. "AAAGGHH!!! OOOHH!!! AAAHHH!!!" GB's expression changed; he looked somewhat meaner. The force was his thrust was too much. I tried to break away from him.

Spontaneously, I tried to push him away with my legs. But it was useless because he had pinned me right onto my bed. I was trapped between the wall on my back and his naked body. "GB, it hurts... OOOHHH... stop it, GB... AARRGHH..." Pretending not to hear me, GB kept pounding my ass away. He managed to subdue any resistance I made, and he then focused on his cock's need. I lied helplessly there, wincing in pain. Although my ass hurt like hell, but I enjoyed it. Then suddenly it happened.

SSPPUURRMM!!!! SSPPUURRMM!!!! SSPPUURRMM!!!! Driving his cock home as hard as he could, GB exploded in my ass. "AAARRGGHH!!! AARRGGHH!!!! AAARRGGHH!!!" he yelled, his body bucking and tensing. His face looked so handsome when he squirted his cum up my ass. The look of pain was on his face, but I knew that it was not pain that he felt. It was the unspeakable joy of cumming in my tight ass. Hot scalding man juice was rushing into my ass, impregnating me. With a long sigh of "...aaaahhhh..." he ended his fucking session. When his cock was pulled out of my ass, a wet "PLOP" sound was heard. Gooey white cum was covering its cock head, as well as some of my assjuice.

Reaching out for my semi-flaccid cock, GB wanted to return to favor. Gripping the shaft of my cock, he started milking me. Slimy precum on my cock was all over his palm, slippery to the touch. As the stroking continued, GB reached out for my nipples with his other hand. "..hhhoh... aaahhh..." I moaned when my sensitive nipple was being played. Not satisfied with one nipple, he moved to another one and did the same to it. I bucked out of pleasure and over-sensitivity, like fish out of water. No matter what I did to cover my nipples from his hand, GB always managed to give some twists and pinches to them. "..aaahh.... aaahhh... uuugghh..." As minutes passed, the sensation I felt on both my cock and nipples were so overwhelming that I would soon lose control. The pressure in my nuts was increasing. I knew that I was going to cum.

"...OOOHH!!! SHIT!... I'M CUMMING, VAS!... AAARGH!!!" I yelled, letting him know. Racked by waves of orgasm, my whole body shuddered hard. "AAARRGGHH!!!!!!" I was cumming. SSPPURRMM!!!! SSPPURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! Loads and loads of cum flied out of my hard cock and landed on my naked sweaty body. Each cum shot left a burning sensation on my skin. "..HHHOOH!!!... AAHHH!!!... UUUGGHH!!!" My stomach was contracting hard as cum was kept spraying out. "..aaahhh...." A relieved sigh ended it all. GB gave me another wild kiss. Like lovers, we rolled on the bed naked. Our cum was smearing our body, emanating cummy scent.

Feeling as if I had been awaken, I blinked my eyes several times. I was back to the reality. Looking down at my cock, I noticed that my precum had already overflowed. The excess of my precum dripped onto the floor, creating a small pool. I smiled, remembering my imagination. My hand was moving faster, up and down, up and down. I could feel the tension build inside of me. A few minutes later, my wad flew out of my piss slit. "Ooohhhh... UUUUGHHH...!!! AAAARRRGGGGHHH...!!! AAARRGGHH..!!! OOOHHHH....!!! AARRGGHH..!!! OOOHHHH...!!" I came about half a dozen times. SSPPURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURMMM!!! My loads landed all over my crotch and stomach. Still shuddering from the orgasm, I squeezed my dick hard to make sure that I had drained myself totally. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back. My chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. It felt so fucking GOOD! With my fingers, I scooped up some of my cum and licked it clean.

Glancing to the monitor screen, I realized that I had not finished the email, yet. Hurriedly, I typed some more. "Your cock is hitting the insides of my ass, screwing it. I moan and groan. I ask you to fuck me harder and deeper. You like fucking my tight ass and I love being fucked by your cock. After some minutes, we then came to climax. You cum in buckets and your cum shoots out deep into my ass. I cum, too, jacking myself off. SPURM! SPURM! SPURM! With loud groans of pleasure, we moan out our lust and orgasm. AAARGGH!!! AAHHH!!! OOOHH!!!! UUUGGHH!!! And when it's over, you hug me close to you. We fall asleep, embracing each other." And as soon as I finished it, I pressed the save button. I was dead sure that GB would cum in gallons if he read it. As I crawled up to my bed, I thought about what I should write in my next horny email to him.

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i have a pa 00g and if i leave it on for a long time it can stretch to a 000g but i keep it at 00g if i'm subbing with a guy i can play with my 00g in, so for me that is not a problem being heavy, but after about several weeks of wearing the 00g i will go for the 0g and then i will take it off after a couple of weeks and just hang my dick without any piercings for a while just to take a break and have a different feel and it will close to a 0g and no more and then when i want my pa back i put in the 0g for a couple of hours and then i am able to place the 00g and in a couple of days i can place the 000g.

one hot daddy that fisted me would wear a 000g and he told me that the 000g is just too heavy, so he takes it out and keeps a 0g for everyday and play, but he wears a 000g for the look and at his home when he wears the 0g, he recommended that it is just way too heavy on the dick to do any major movement, let alone run on a nude beach.

tears of frustration or tears of joy

Looking for a very dominant masculine matured and muscled man who wants to milk me bone dry, want to be spread eagled and have my cock and balls drained repeatedly and without mercy until i am shooting blanks and my cockhead is flaringly-huge from so much stimulation, i've been told to be very careful what i wish for, that It could be very painful, far beyond what my imagination and perception of what pain is, but i crave forced milkings and am dedicated to the erotic art of man to man cumcontrol through milking, forced edging, orgasm denial, prostate massage, nipple play, mechanical and electro-stim, any means of intense erotic stimulation to cause moaning, sweating, panting, begging and violent, MAMMOTH orgasms

and cum denied by you SIR

Royd,
Once in a while a person will come along in the bodybuilding field who is the epitome of greatness and the very definition of hard work and dedication. I am here to tell you that looking at this picture that person is you! You had noted that "Finally! i feel like a Bodybuilder! PUMPED FREAK...PUMPED! 250 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal" and all i can say is SUPER JOB boy, keep it up, you are an inspiration to even the greats that are pro. RIPPED...You are ready to hit the stage. You are gonna do some damage onstage this year! Good luck in competition. Have you thought about my proposal PROJECT FREAK, where I will help transform your ENTIRE physique to something so freaky that you'll definitely be not suited for the stage, but will nonetheless be forced to compete...as a MATURED MASSIVELY-MORPHED MUSCLED MACHINE? All through an extended period of CUM DENIAL!
SIR

SIR
i am NOT content being denied orgasms. And i am NOT content being denied erections. Make no mistake, it is pure hell for me every minute of every day. i am a raging sexual beast of habit, but more importantly, being hard and unloading is what's most important to me, always has been. But if i makes me freakier FREAK SIR, sure, i can test my boundaries for a new freakier me, but i would never even entertain the notion of indefinite chastity or denial. i MUST unload SIR. Period. The more frequently the better. i've stated before that my motivation is the prize at the end, and although the journey is one hell of a ride too, no argument! Especially for a fucked up, cum crazed muscle-head like myself. i'll keep you posted SIR as often as i can. Undoubtedly, it'll be when i am at my most horny and ready to rip this fucking thing off my crotch...like now. i saw an XTube video of a guy in a similar CB3000 shaking his goods so vigorously that he unloaded while soft and contained. Wish i hadn't seen that. But the fact remains that while i could break free whenever i really wanted to, i have made a commitment to you SIR! i want to become bigger for you SIR! This, once again, is a battle of my own will. But my roid rage is off the charts!
Royd

Royd,
With so much D-Bol and other "unnatural supplements" in your body, no wonder you're a horny beast 24/7. Keep up the doses and frequencies of your shots, they definitely help building the FREAK body you and I want! I am glad to hear that your testosterone level is through the roof. Which brings up a question: How much cum are you being denied? On those (rare) occasions when you can cum freely, how much do you produce? Have you measured it? Just doing my part to keep your mind on the subject that is driving you crazy.
SIR

SIR,
How much can i cum? Well SIR, let's just say I got the nickname "FREAK" for a couple reasons. One is that i'm about 300 pounds and freak everyone out when they see me. The other reason is that a "FREAK" produces huge freak loads! When I was allowed to cum freely, i would unload sometimes 10 times a day, and they would be what i'd say were average size loads based on empirical data, first hand accounts and several hundred dozen videos i've seen in my day. However, when i've been denied cumming for 2 weeks, my load could have filled a coffee cup. The 100-day denial load was maybe a little more volume, but the power behind it was enough to ricochet my balls backwards! And the distance i achieved was quite applause worthy. Now that i'm locked up and unable to really achieve a full erection, i leak small amounts constantly, but never get any of the enjoyment of the ejaculation. Nevertheless, my balls hang VERY heavy and are very full. Perhaps i'll do an exact measure when i take this cage off, either at the end of 6 months or sooner if my willpower fades much more. Any suggestions on how to accurately measure spooge volume? Whatever containment/measurement method you suggest, realize that if it's going to "catch" my load after 6 months of being dry, it should be shatterproof or bulletproof! Lately i've found that my balls are much more of a turn-on than before. i'm a regular one-man Shotgun Video star! i tug, pull, stretch, squeeze and tug some more. i yank those puppies sometimes for an hour or more before bed every night. The pain eases the sexual frustration a bit, but i think i'm developing a bigger ball pain fetish. Never quite got the Shotgun Video mentality, ie focus only on the balls and their torture, while pretty much leaving my cock alone. But now, i am seeing the light. Had a dream about the owner of Shotgun Video the other night. i found myself bound in chains, helpless and he was beating my balls and i don't mean figuratively, either. Started out with the stretching, tugging, squeezing like i had been doing, but then he got fucking rough. In my dream, i was in terrible pain, and i woke ready to unload IN MY CAGE, but i couldn't and didn't. Maybe it's time i setup a meeting with the owner of Shotgun Video! i wonder if he would
(a) be willing to work around my cage
(b) go gentle on me, and/or
(c) allow me to wear a hood so they don't recognize me as that bodybuilder from the mags
SIR, this chastity has me thinking stuff i have NEVER thought before.
Royd

Royd,
you are a fucking ANIMAL! A machine. You CAN do this. You MUST resist. Your ability to resist MUST become automatic! DO NOT succumb to a minute's worth of pleasure now, when you could wallow in days or even weeks or even MONTHS of pleasure being on the very brink of release! Imagine that full-dick feeling and those heavy balls 24/7. While you drive, work, sleep, eat, shower, whatever. Imagine that feeling 24/7. You are a walking, talking, sex stud. A denying machine, and you LIVE for this feeling! You want it -- you even DESIRE MORE of it, so you can channel even more energy into your bodybuilding efforts! Plus, feel how much EXTRA energy you have. Imagine how much further you can push yourself with your weight training and diet efforts by channeling this extra sexual energy. And if you must, imagine that glorious day when you finally DO get your reward! Every day you hold off until that day will magnify that final orgasm a million fold! If you give in NOW, you must start ALL OVER AGAIN! Do NOT give in to temptation. Know that you have brothers who are denying right along side you, and getting hornier by the minute, too. PUSH yourself to do better for each round of challenges. Workout harder, gain more size, and deny yourself just a little bit longer! You WILL be rewarded. But DO NOT CUM!
SIR

SIR,
Of course i wouldn't give up, i'm a stubborn, pig-headed, muscle FREAK who NEVER gives up. But SIR, can i rely on the logic, sound reasoning and even-handedness of your answer to keep me from over-committing and driving myself insane. SIR, you're the expert here. The teacher. The coach. You're my MUSCLE MASTER, my Kenny Rogers, so to speak, and i'm relying on your good sensibilities to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em... lest i pop a blood vessel, pound a wall or go mad. And speaking of going mad, how much do you want SIR, for the combination to the lock? My need to cum is reaching DEFCON 1, and money is no object for me! Below are a few things i've learned first hand about having one’s dick confined to a plastic cage.
-Heavy mineral oil then hand lotion is a great combination to keep all your fleshy parts from binding painfully in all the plastic parts.
-Q-Tips come in handy when lubricating things from the “outside”.
-Mornings are miserable if you are used to enjoying the feeling of free-stretching morning wood.
-Pissing is NOT something you should undertake unless you have made damn certain your piss slit is perfectly lined up with the slot in the device.
-If you feel a horse piss coming on, don’t chance the perfect aim of high pressure nozzle velocity through the chastity slit, sit down and piss, unless you want to look like you walked through a car wash.
-A shower massage aimed directly at your encased package is the most hygienic and efficient method of cleanliness. Don’t spend too much time though, you'll get hard easily.
-Though i have not tried it, i suspect that an electric vibrator on the plastic would send enough vibrations through the cage to easily induce ejaculation, especially as the denial phase drags on. i'm tempted.
-Carefully placing E-stim pads into the cracks of the device could conceivably provide enough contact to create a hands-free orgasm electrically, especially if the balls or anus are targeted simultaneously. Again i'm tempted.
-People who complain about the “pain” associated with being forced to cum over and over to the point of dry orgasms and then forced to remain erect and stimulated even further, endlessly for hours are pussies. i've always wanted this. But now, i’m really ready to sign up.
-The thought of continual, long-term, forced ejaculation with constant erection, and anal/prostate/testicle/penis stimulation, is all i think about now. Could i endure a couple of hours? A day? A week? A month? Could feeding tubes prolong the torturous pain for several months? Could a man be kept alive indefinitely just to produce as many orgasms (dry or otherwise) as possible? How many reflexive orgasm responses could be induced in a one hour period? 5? 10? 20? And how long could this be sustained? 24 hours? 48 hours? And what would happen to a man’s prostate and balls over time? Especially a guy, like me, who lives to cum.
i’m caged, like an animal and thinking these thoughts. Perhaps it would make a great thesis project.
Royd

Did they intend to pierce my nose with that huge ring as if i was just a bull?

There the blacksmith stood next to a strange chair and a small table, on which were lying a lot of round iron rings, all of the same size and form, half an inch thick and with a total diameter of some two-and-a-half inches. As i could see in the dim light all rings were not wholly circular, and so not wholly complete; just a very small fragment was missing, so the rings were, so to speak, "open". As the taller guard saw me looking, he said to the blacksmith.

"Apparently this slave is very interested in your collection. Show him his next ornament, because he'll like to have a good view of it before we fix it'."

The blacksmith stuck his forefinger through one of the rings and held it very close to my eyes.

"It's made of very solid steel," he said, as he spun the thick ring round his finger, "and it will be welded very solidly together." He paused for a moment, relishing my bewilderment. "So it will be useless ever to try to remove your nose-ring."

i recoiled from him in a reflex action. Nose-ring? Nose-ring? That ring would have to go through my nose? Did they intend to pierce my nose with that huge ring as if i was just a bull? What sort of cruel men had i fallen into the hands of? i choked with sheer panic, and forgot the harsh lessons the guards had taught me when i resisted them collaring me. i started to shout.

"No! You can't do that! i'm not some piece of cattle! i..."

The taller guard slapped me in the face.

"You apparently still haven't learned your lesson, slave! Stop crying! All our slaves wear a decent nose-ring here, so that we may recognize them immediately as such. You're nothing better than all the others, so we'll treat you the same way."

But this time i didn't stop.

"No!" i shouted again, and i started to struggle.

As the taller guard had loosened his grip on my arm, i managed to free myself partly, and now driven by horror at the idea of being nose-ringed by the blacksmith i tried to get rid of the other guard. But the taller guard seized my freed arm again, and shouted right into my face.

"You still don't understand, huh? You still don't obey? We'll teach you, slave, we'll teach you well! We'll make a slave out of you as good as all the others, and so we'll treat you like them. In this place all slaves are equal, and therefore all have to look alike. So this nice big ring will go through your fucking nose, if you like it or not - and I would rather advise you to like it - and it will go straight through your nose now."

He turned to the blacksmith, and continued.

"Well, you can heat his nose-ring in the furnace, while we fasten him to the chair."

Up till than i had been totally fixated on the horrifying ring, and had paid no attention to the chair. It was a kind of gynecological chair, only this one had special fixtures in which my arms and head could be strapped rigid. i would be wholly incapable of movement and therefore totally helpless once all bonds were put in place. As the two guards forced me firmly in the chair, i saw no chance of escaping the ringing of my nose anymore. i was laid on my back, my neck fastened by a leather strap to the head-rest. My arms were placed beside my body and some other straps wrapped around my wrists and elbows, holding them in place. Than my legs were stretched high up on separate shelves with my knees near to my shoulders and fixed in place so that i couldn't move my limbs anymore. i felt like a trapped animal. In this position, with knees and shoulders pulled tight together by some extra leather restraints, i could feel my most intimate parts shamelessly put on full display to the warders. The fatter of them grabbed my penis and balls and played with them in his hands.

"They'll be fixed later." he muttered, "and that cock will never stretch itself for the next ten years without our permission again!"

i saw the blacksmith taking up the nose-ring with a pair of tongs and putting it in the fire, before they put a complete leather blindfold on me, which was fastened at the back of my head.

"We'd better gag him too, for this piece of crap is bound to cry when the awl goes through his nose flesh," i heard the taller guard saying.

Two seconds later a brutal leather gag of huge size was wormed through my teeth to smother any possible protest, which in any case would have been quite futile. Than, after a pause, which seemed endless to me, the horrible procedure started. Before i knew what was happening, i suddenly felt a terrible pull on the bridge of my nose. It felt like someone was pinching and pulling my bridge forward with a flat pair of pincers, which is probably what was going on. My nostrils now were drawn open as far as possible, and it really hurt. i tried to get rid of the painful grip by trying to shake my head, but i was held securely and my efforts were useless.

"Hold his head steady just in case he does manage to move," i heard the blacksmith saying, "for he'll sprawl and squirm as he's never done before."

He was right. There was worse to come indeed. Desperately i waited for the awl which would pierce my nose. Than it came. i felt the pressure of something that suddenly burned intensely hot as it touched my nose flesh in the left nostril. i felt the burning, sharp awl searching its way relentlessly to the other nostril. It hissed as it was driven with much force by the blacksmith through the bone of my nasal septum. i felt an incredible pain, and only the gag muffled my howling as my nose was pierced so brutally without any anesthetic.

As the blacksmith had predicted, i indeed sprawled and squirmed as i never did before, in a mad attempt at escaping the burning awl, but the leather fetters gave me no room, and the guards held my head in an iron grip. There was no possibility of getting away from this cruel method of ringing my nose. Blindfolded, silenced and unable to move, i simply had to endure the agony. It was indescribably painful but my mind was in such a spin that i passed through the pain and felt only exhausted. i recognized the sensation of the warm blood coming out of my pierced nose and streaming over my face. And it wasn't over mercifully in a few seconds because the piercing-process itself took some time, as the blacksmith had to widen the round hole in my septum further and further by rotating his sharp awl, till it had a diameter that would accommodate the big ring that was waiting. This meant the new hole had to be centimeter at least. There wouldn't be much left of my septum when he had finished.

After a while the blacksmith had apparently completed the making of the hole for the ring, and the grip on the bridge of my nose slackened for a while. But now i really began to feel the burning pain as the temperature cooled and my pain nerves recovered more and more. It was so intense i could see red, black, and white waves and spots and all sorts of kaleidoscopic images under my blindfold.

Then my nose bridge was stretched forward again. This time i felt a small piece of cold iron put into my left nostril, and soon after a second piece in the other. As i would learn afterwards, these pieces of flat metal had a big hole in their center and resembled some kind of elongated washers, which were placed in each nostril with the big hole exactly over the hole that had just been burned through my septum. They were fastened in this position to the septum by small rivets to provide a strong grommet for the heavy nose-ring which they would weld in place in an irremovable way shortly afterwards. Of course, at that time, blindfolded and disorientated, i had no idea what exactly they were doing inside my nostrils. i only felt excruciating pain again when they started to rivet the washers in place. They used i imagine some machine to shoot minuscule, pointed bolts through the metal piece in my left nostril, then through my septum, and finally through the metal piece in the other nostril. Then which they were bent flat. i counted four drill sessions in total. The pain was intense and searing and my nose started to bleed again.

Lastly there came the finishing touch: the fitting of the nose-ring itself. Psychologically it was the worst stage of the whole ringing-procedure, as this heavy piece of iron would dehumanize me to the state of an animal-like slave more than anything else had done. i waited trembling till it was put in place. After the last small rivet of the grommet had been driven through my septum, there was a short pause. i was aware only of the sound of tools being laid down, and others taken up. Meanwhile the iron ring had become very hot, even more than the awl had been, because after entering my nose and going through my septum both its open ends had to be welded firmly together, and for that to be achieved the iron had to be rather soft. i felt the hot ring entering my nose on one side and then coming out on the other. It was impossible not to touch my flesh because of its thickness compared to the limited space in my nostrils. It was yet another terrible pain, and the guard who had a grip of my head had to use some force to keep it fixed in position.

Now the ring was through my septum, hot, burning, and with a light jerk the blacksmith was squeezing both glowing ends of the ring firmly together with some pincers and thus welding it closed forever.

After that somebody chucked a bowl of cold water over my face to cool the iron. It hissed in the same way as my cuffs and collar had done after being riveted to my limbs. It was over. At last i could unbend myself. But i was totally aware of the fact, and nearly panic-stricken by the idea, that i had received what was to be only the first of a number of piercings, marking me as a slave even more: a nose-ring!

"My pain IS your pleasure"

PHOTO SESSION

The spa where I worked out three or four times a week added a new free weight area, and before long there were throngs of power lifters and bodybuilders queuing up to pump their magnificent bods. Then one day the owner asked if I'd do him a favor and shoot portraits of a pro-bodybuilder, Royd Roided, who had just won a national contest. Jim, the owner, had just signed a contract with Royd and wanted to use Royd's picture in an ad promoting his spa as the new "in" place for bodybuilders. I said sure. Royd's appointment was my last of the day. I'd given myself plenty of time to experiment with the lights and camera angles so I could do a good job. Jim had told me that Royd would want to warm up with a few exercises and weights to get pumped before the session. This was a far cry from wedding portraits and baby pictures. I picked up a copy of a bodybuilding magazine to see samples of the standard photos. Having done my homework, I felt prepared.

Royd showed up on time wearing street clothes and carrying a duffel bag. Even in regular clothing, he certainly looked like a pro-bodybuilder. At 5' 8", he was a heavily-muscled Asian American, tanned mahogany-brown, in his late forties, sporting a military boot-camp haircut and a thick steel ring through his nose, making him look like a bull, a very muscled bull. In the studio we exchanged small talk and pleasantries as I double-checked my equipment. Royd began taking his clothes off and I saw that he was wearing a very abbreviated pair of posers, kind of like the kind that you see bodybuilders wear on stage only more miniscule, under his pants. He said he would model in those.

I invited him to use the dressing room, but he shrugged as he was just about nude by then. As I checked the exposure setup, looking at the f-stop and shutter speed compulsively, Royd began his pump up by doing pushups. His enormous body transformed itself before my eyes into a body of hard steel: veins became more prominent, his arm muscles became more defined and his neck looked strong as a bull's. He rolled onto his back and began a series of crunches to bring out his abs, then did a series of deep knee bends. As I took meter readings and twisted lights into position, I could hardly keep my eyes off this hunk. From the duffel bag he removed a barbell and began his arm exercises, and again I was surprised at the transformation. By now his chest and arms were so well defined and covered with sweat that I didn't think we'd need oil, but Royd insisted, saying it was standard procedure for photos. He brought out a bottle of heavy mineral oil and in front of the full-length mirror at the back of the room, he began spreading the clear viscous oil over his body.

"Why don't you do that under the lights so we can see the effect?" I suggested. Royd walked to the ceiling-to-floor canvas background and I brought a portable full-length mirror and placed it in right in front of the tripod so that the camera lens was directly above. "Since this is the first time I've done this type of photo shoot, the mirror will help us get the exact pose you want," I explained. Royd liked the idea. Under the bright lights I could see that he was applying the oil unevenly, leaving some areas well oiled and sharply defined while other muscle groups seemed flat. I explained that it would help if I applied the oil as he watched in the mirror. He agreed and I began working the oil onto his body beginning with his head and neck. Royd was pure Grade-A beef. Like an Olympic athlete, he probably carried no more than 3 percent body fat, if that much. As I massaged the heavy oil onto him, I remarked about the musculature of his perfect body and he shyly said it took many years of daily workouts to achieve it, and that he wasn't yet satisfied with his bulk.

Like most bodybuilders, Royd had obviously shaved off all his body hair. As I touched his bulging muscles, I knew he had one of the most perfect bodies I'd ever seen. I was getting hot and hoped he wouldn't see the growing tent in my pants. As I spread the oil over his oecs, I noticed that his nipples were not only erect, but that they were the size of my thumbs, and they were pierced with thick steel rings. I fought hard to resist the urge to suck one into my mouth. I worked my way down to his abs, constantly checking my work in the mirror to make sure the light and oil worked together to highlight everything. I got down on my knees to spread oil on his legs. Royd's thighs were so huge that they resembled tree trunks. I began with his calf muscles and worked my way up methodically. When I got to his thighs, I saw the distinct outline of his erect cock straining at the miniscule pouch of his posers. I continued rubbing the oil higher, spreading it between his legs and to the area just below his exposed ass cheeks. "You do good work -- it's looking great," he said, checking himself in the mirror.

"The only problem is the area around your posers," I said, still on my knees before him. Without asking, I pulled the elasticized edge of the pouch of his posers aside and gently moved my oily fingers beneath the shiny wet look lycra fabric and in a slow, deliberate motion spread the oil on his smooth hairless pubes, my fingers brushing his cock and balls in the process. His dick got harder -- it was eight incredibly thick inches of prime fat-free muscle, truly a low-calorie meal with lots of protein, I mused. I repeated the process under the other side of the pouch of his posers, then slathering more oil on my hand I pulled his quarter inch waistband down. As I massaged the oil into his hard roidgutted abdomen, the thick steel ring that pierced through the head of his dick popped up above the waistline.

"My! Even your cock is muscled," I said with a grin. I tugged the pouch of his posers downward and grabbed his dick with my oily hand and began jacking his meat lovingly. Royd was wearing a a thick donut steel cockring and he didn't say a word. He closed his eyes and his breathing became faster. I took the pierced head of his cock into my mouth. What a delicious treat it was! The combination of his salty pre-cum, the taste of the oil and the scent from his crotch made me go wild as I rode that cock desperately with my mouth. His orange-sized hairless balls rode low and occasionally slapped against my chin. I barely got my hands around his balls as I lathered his crown and shaft with my tongue. I just can't describe how exhilarating it is to have a big stud completely at the mercy of my tongue.

I took his balls into my mouth as I stroked his slick rod. I kissed the back of his nut sack, and turning at a nearly impossible angle, thrust my tongue between his ass cheeks to his puckered hole. He moaned audibly as I repositioned myself behind him and spread his cheeks for better access. I pushed my tongue until I felt it break through the ring of sphincter muscles, then I tasted the heady musty treasure. With my right arm extended between his legs, I jacked his dick as I tongue-fucked his hole. I could tell by his breathing that he was about to cum, so I stopped beating his meat and probing his ass. "Hold it, Royd -- I want to drink your load of cum!" I positioned myself in front of him again and inserted an oiled finger inside his butt. My head bobbed back and forth hungrily on his huge throbbing cock as I finger-fucked him. Then, feeling he was right on the verge of cumming, I pushed my finger deeper and massaged his prostate. His sphincter muscles clamped tight on my finger. He erupted. The blast of cum was overwhelming. My mouth filled from his first burst, and there were five more to cum. I hadn't thought it possible to swallow as fast as I did that afternoon. It was the messiest, horniest and most joyous sex I'd ever had.

When I got up, my face, hair and shirt were full of cum splatters and dribbles, so I took off my shirt. "May as well take off those pants too," Royd said, grinning. I smiled back and obliged. I noticed that he had worked up a sweat, which beaded nicely atop the coating of oil. Jacking my erect 7 inches as I studied the scene, I said, "Why don't we take the pictures before we lose the effect of the oil and sweat." Royd's semi-erect penis managed to fit back snugly into the pouch of his posers and I worked quickly at the camera, allowing him to strike pose after pose, using the mirror in front of the camera to get it right. We did full body shots, close-ups, profiles, everything. Finally, with only a few frames remaining, I walked over and tugged down his posers. He stepped out of them and I tossed them out of camera view. Pumping his dick with my hand, I kissed him, letting my tongue explore his mouth. Then I said, "Do you mind if I take a few shots for my private collection?"

"Sure, anything you want!" I got back on my knees and gave him another tongue-lashing, and when he was fully hard again, I returned to the camera and finished up with a series of close-ups and three-quarter views. If I never saw Royd again, at least I could jack off with these visual memories. Neither of us lost our hard-on in the meantime, and I told Royd I would just die if he didn't let me fuck his ass. "Well, come on over here then!" He got down in front of me, presenting his hole to me as he rested his head on his arms. He felt me position myself behind him, and then I rubbed my oiled fingers into his hole. My fingers must have felt wonderful as he began moaning as I finger-fucked them in and out of his hole briskly to distribute the oil. He obviously could hear the squeez-sputter of more oil and looking between his legs, he saw me oiling up my cock so that it glistened and dripped. He moved forward and I could felt my cockhead press against his hole, and I returned the pressure. We were so slick that I plunged fully into him in one swift motion.

"Fuck me hard! Fuck me Sir!! Please Sir!!! Make me your cum-slut!!!!" Royd egged me on as I slammed myself into his ass in fast, long, deep thrusts, going to the hilt each time and slapping my balls against him. Thanks to the mirror at the tripod, I could watch myself fucking Royd's hole without mercy, he arched his back, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. The fullness inside him and the aroma of male sex caused him to shoot wad after wad of white globs. I continued fucking him, even after he shot his load, steadily for nearly another half hour without slowing down, and his dick came back to life and he came yet again. I found myself slamming back into him just as forcefully as he thrust his butt backwards. Then I couldn't hold back any more and I came. If his orgasm in my mouth was masterful, then surely this one took "Best of Show." I slammed forward and held tight as I shot deep into his gut, then pulled back again and repeated, altogether erupting 7 times. Royd's hole felt like it was big enough to drive a Mack truck through. And I'd never shot so much cum into anyone before.

Royd relaxed and laid down on his roidgut, and without pulling out of him, I laid on his back. We dozed, and I awoke a while later to the incredibly sensual feeling of my semi-hard cock up Royd's ass. Finally, I pulled out of him, to his great disappointment, and got up and extended a hand to help him up. As he stood, cum flowed from his well used hole and dripped down his balls and ran down his oiled muscled legs. Royd and I kissed and cuddled, and I asked if he'd like to come over the next day - at closing time, of course - to view the contact sheets and make his selection for enlargements. "I just love to make enlargement," I told him. Incidentally, those shots turned out to be some of the best I'd ever made. In fact, I became a specialist in photographing bodybuilders. And before long, thanks largely to referrals from Royd, I was so busy making "enlargements" that I gave up regular photography.

Most bodybuilders in even the most basic posers are sexy. However as has always been the case, it is the bodybuilder wearing the smallest posing suit onstage that gets the most attention and stays in everyone's memory forever. And it is to that end that i find that the micro posers that i have been wearing, getting progressively smaller and more outrageous. These posers truly define the term "micro" because they are so small that they usually ride right up against decency laws. They barely cover all of me and sometimes they are likened to a cross between a men's bikini and a men's g-strings These suits have become my signature, in part because they have such an immediate impact on displaying almost all of my impressive physique. And also in part because they leave both the judges and the audience a lingering impression of me. It also flatters my ego as it often times makes tongues wag and temperatures rise. They are designed to make sure that no one in in the entire show is wearing a smaller poser than me! Ten years ago, i entered a New England regional contest wearing the tiniest g-string/bikini poser that they made at the time and won hands down. That exposure rapidly boosted my popularity as a non-professional bodybuilder who seemed to wear nothing but extremely tiny posers and did so commonly in public places that people easily recognized. Suddenly, it is okay to wear micro posers like mine somewhere other than in the privacy of one’s backyard. And it didn’t take long for other confident and daring bodybuilders to come out of the woodwork and begin sharing photos of themselves wearing micro posers as well.

Sweat poured of Royd as he did the 10th lap of the oval running track. His sheer thin, nylon joggers,split to the waist, clung to him like a second skin.The sweat had made them see thru revealing Royd's xxxxxsml yellow poser. He loved the feeling of his packed pouch as it smashed into each pumped hard quad as he ran. He felt the heat from the scorching sun burning down on his hard flexing exposed glutes, his running had forced his shorts to go high and deep into his gluted arse trench. His huge pecs bounced hard. AHHHHHHHH that feels good sighed Royd as he grabbed each nip and pulled them hard away from each pec mound, sending electric shock waves to his now hardening cock. His pouched meat fell out the left side of his ultra short shorts and swung free. Fuck gotta toss off he thought as his humongous cock started to swell. He looked around the perimeter of the running track for somewhere private. At the far end of the running track was a stream. bordered by thick bushes. Royds' head spun with lust at the thought of getting naked. He snorted through the thick bull ring piercing his septum as cum spurted out of his pierced knob. He found a clearing deep in the bushes, as he grabbed the velcro-ed sides of his shorts and ripped them off. He bent forward and grabbed his ankles and started a hot, hot muscle worship on his now obscenely pumped body. Starting at his calves then his hams and glutes, scraping his nails over the muscle mass. OOOOOOOOHHHH he moaned as shock waves of pleasure screamed through his body. He stood and wriggled out of his poser. He moaned again with pleasure at his nakedness. As his hands roamed over his muscles, a voice said in broken English. "Ya, very nice!"

Royd spun hard around, the sun blinding him. Royd gasped at seeing a huge bodybuilder standing naked except for his work boots. Royd thought I fucking know you, FUCK it's Germanbuilder or GB for short. Royd's cock went into overdrive as his eyes drank in GB's body.Shit said Royd as he saw GB had shaved off all his body hair and sported an all over deep golden tan, though not as deep as his own. GB's huge cock hung down and Royd saw peeping out of GB's heavy foreskin a very sizeable ring piercing his piss lips.Woah said Royd, as GB walked up to him. Without a word they both started a pose off. Fuck the two giants grunted and groaned as they hit pose after pose of every group of their muscle mass. The smell of sweat, testosterone and precum filled the air fueling them on more. Finally they grabbed each others bi's then each others freakishly huge pecs. Their hard cock meat and orange-sized balls mashed into each other. Royd's donut thick arse hole started to quiver with excitement at the thought of GB's horse hung meat entering it. Royd pushed GB down onto the grass on his back. Straddling him, he started his slow decent onto GB's bottle thick cock, the tip of GB's monumental cock just touching Royd's sucking arse, wetting it with pre cum. Royd grabbed GB's huge pecs, breathing hard and gasping, he started to take all of the Germanic giant's meat. Oh fuck yeah, yelled Royd, as he started to ride hard GB's fuck pole. GB grabbed Royd's hard nipples and started to buck fuck him deep. Royd was so sexed up, his huge meat was hitting GB's roided gut. Royd's cock was spewing, not precum but hot white thick muscle juice. Royd then grabbed GB's hard quads and then started to really bounce hard down onto GB's meat. With each thrust from GB's hips, Royd went high in the air and came crashing down and impaling himself hard onto GB's meat.

The two sweat covered and moaning muscle freaks didn't see the two men near them naked and slowly jacking off. Royd opened his eyes. Fuck it's Muscle Daddy, MB to those who knew him well, and the kid he was fucking outside the shed two weeks ago. They were at the gym this morning when Royd was punishing his bod and must have followed him here. Royd's mouth dribbled as the two muscle gods came closer. They were so muscled and pumped they could hardly walk. MB crouched behind Royd, saying to the kid, "Shut up the German's moans will you son!" Yeah, dad growled, as the kid lowered his hot arse lips down onto GB's mouth. The kid then sank his mouth onto Royd's inhuman-sized pumped cock meat. Royd gasped out loud as the kid, with each gulp, took all of his cock deep down his throat. Royd's body screamed with pleasure, but there was more to come. MD had his own agenda. Not only did MD wanted to pleasure his own body with this oversized muscle freak, he also wanted his chance to fuck a Mr Olympia winner. He licked his lips as he started to force his huge cock into Royd's already stuffed man cunt, double fucking the roided monster with GB. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, screamed Royd, as MD's cock finally broke into his love tunnel.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STTTTOOOOOOOOOP. With one huge thrust MD went all the way in, screaming FUCK YEAH with lust. GB and MD started to simultaneously rape Royd's now very stretched muscle cunt The pressure on Royd's prostate sent bolts of lightning through his body, going to every muscle nerve. Royd moaned and screamed in ecstasy. Royd, a little frightened, realized that his dreams were coming true. Not only was he the biggest and freakiest bodybuilder in the fucking world but now he was having a full body orgasm, his nerve ends screamed as he shook in total orgasm. MD reached around and grabbed Royd's heavy balls and whispered in his ear that Royd's balls felt like they were still mighty fucking full. MD then grabbed Royd's huge lactosing nips and squeezed hard. Royd screamed as sticky white, thick milk spurted out of his nipples. His cock spurted so hard, that it forced the kid's mouth off his cock. The kid grabbed Royd's wildly pulsating cock and with both hands, he aimed it at Royd's own open mouth. Royd moaned as he felt MD's and GB's cocks get bigger, stretching his arse hole to a new size. As they watched their skewered muscle sub taking his own juice in his mouth, both men screamed as they emptied their huge loads deep inside Royds well trained arse. The kid quickly slammed his cock deep into GD's mouth and he unloaded a shit load of cum deep down GB's throat. Royd stood up. PLOP! PLOP! The two still stiff cocks left his annihilated shit hole. Royd threw his head back, clenching his fists and hitting a most muscular pose, he roared as more cum spurted out of his throbbing cock. With one flex of his arse, three pints of cum poured out of his arse hole, which he feverishly scoped up with his hands and greedily ingested. He then grabbed his huge fat nips and squeezed out the last drops of milk, again greedily injecting that too.

Royd roared again as the three bodybuilders started to worship his huge body, and rubbing their still hard cocks all over him. Two more naked huge muscle freaks came out of the bushes and joined in the worship. Royd flexed hard for them, as they moaned loudly and started to cum all over him. Royd and GB left the muscle orgy and headed towards the creek to cool off. Royd had his arm around the German's shoulder and GB's hands was once again groping Royd's huge hard vascular glutes. "Ya, zat was good," said the German. Royd kissed him deeply and said this is going to be one hot fucking afternoon. Royd looked back and there were the five other muscle giants with hard cocks swinging, coming towards them. Royd licked his lips and thought to himself, "Yeah this IS going to be on hell of an afternoon!" as his muscle meat wacked up hard against his roided gut.

The parcel

Royd finished his cardio, so he thought he would get some rays,stepping out onto the patio, he closed his eyes and soaked up the hot sun. His hands went slowly over his bi's and forearms, then his cannon ball pecs, stopping to finger the plastic suckers that held on tight to his fat bloated nips. Then over his hard roided gut, stopping to feel the thickness of his chromed cock ring, then back to his huge high, rounded vascular arse cheek's. With one hand his fingers found his mancunt and the other started to masturbate his now stiffening sex.

"OHHHH" he moaned softly.

Quickly he bought up both hands and yanked of the suckers.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH" he yelled as the blood rushed to fill his nips.

"Fuck yeah" he hissed as he grabbed them and squeezed them.

"OOOOOOOHH" he moaned again as he opened his legs and started to fuck the air.

"Thwack, thwack" his hard cock slammed into his gut then slammed back between his monster quads, crushing his fat nuts. Royd straddled the sun lounge, threw himself down and started to hump hard, the coarseness of the towel rubbing over his nips and cock sent into ecstasy, he started to finger his sensitive hole.

"Fuck I am close" he thought, "Sooooo fucking close!"

"Ring, Ring" went the front door.

"Awww FUCK" moaned Royd, as his pleasure was broken. Pulling on an old pair of high cut shorts, which disappeared high into his arse crack, Royd yanked open the door and growled "YEAH".

Standing in front of Royd was the most rugged MUSCLE DAD Royd had ever seen, about 6'3',at least 210 lbs, with bi's the size of bowling balls. The pecs were so big the buttons on the old denim shirt just held together, the face was lined a little, the head and face had 3 day's growth of greyish stubble. On the sweat soaked shirt was a patch which said "Col's Delivery", and on the other pec was a clip-on name tag "Col" it said.

"You Royd Roided?" barked Col.

"Yes I am er Col,"said Royd as he looked into Col's deep green eyes.

"Heading home, you're my last drop, this small parcel is registered, you gotta sign"

"Oh great!" said Royd, "It's the ten new posers I ordered!"

"Posers? Ten posers in that envelope, ya gotta be kidding," said Col. "And you also owe me six bucks."

"Yeah,come in Col."

Col's shoulder's were so wide that he had to enter the front doorway sideways. As he squeezed through the door, his pecs brushed hard against Royd's bloated nipple's.

"Sorry about that!" said Col as he made his way onto the patio. "When's da comp?" asked Col.

"Day after tomorrow, Col,"said Royd as he handed the muscled delivery man the money.

"You looked pretty pumped," said Col as he started to feel up Royd's bi's. Royd flexed em hard for Col,

Col's eyes never left them as he moved his hands to Royd's huge chest, and started to squeeze them, and then punch them.

Royd responded by flexing them for the MUSCLE DAD. Col was mesmerized as he weighed them up, squeezing them harder and then flicking on Royd's fat bloated bull nips. Royd snorted like a bull when the sweaty smell of Col's body reached his nostrils. Royd also smelt the aroma also of muscle massage oil and this sent his head spinning with lust.

"FUCK" whispered Col as he took Royd's left nipple into his mouth.

Royd, I've been a fan of yours for years and not too long ago I saw you posing in your latest bodybuilding show/contest. Here is some feedback. In the posing routine, this beautifully humongous muscled but playful bodybuilder has begun to break down the barriers of sexual inhibition that have plagued the bodybuilding world for so long. Royd you looked beyond great. I've got to say it was a breakthrough performance. Love the obscenely mini posers you had on, your signature uber mini posers fit like a second skin. Got to be the sexiest posing routine I've ever seen. You played with your packed and bulging crotch throughout your posing routine. Weird and freaky but very effective. Have never seen any other bodybuilder show off his crotch like you did. Love the fact that your posers are getting skimpier and skimpier, each time you're onstage. Beautiful proud bulge. Nice material on the pouch of your poser, the material molded to you so tightly, and was so saturated with your oil, that we could all appreciate the gorgeous and amply generous content. Such a great look - love to see massive, unabashedly roided bodybuilders like you showing off as much of their shaved pubic area as possible. How do you get away with it, even though the whole idea of bodybuilding is about showing as much muscle as possible. Royd I can't wait for your next show, are there any plans to make your posers even more miniscule? Wish the other bodybuilders would follow your exemplary display, after all such amazing work on building their physiques to such levels, their muscled bodies would be better displayed in posers that were only just big enough. Even though I'm aware of the argument about these body displays not being sexual, maybe sometime in the future, there will come a time that the genitals will also be on display and judged as part of the entire package. Perhaps, part of the judging would be about the contestant keeping a full erection while posing. YES! Royd, you'll still be the phenomenal pioneer, the forerunner of the briefest posers and the quintessential major exhibitionist! MORE MORE MORE! Looking forward to seeing you in future routines that are even edgier. I for one would be very appreciative if you would break through wearing no more than the bare minimum strap and bare ass, with your raging siliconed hardon through out your posing with a spurting climax to end your routine. Onward bodybuilder pig! BTW Nice shaved body, great deep tan and beautiful nipples with rings. You're gorgeous in every respect - you're a work of art. Bravo, Royd! In which gym can I can meet such a muscled pig like yourself?

"Hey roided muscle boy: Lie on your back and grab a hold of your ankles, brunch that phat roidgut. I'm gonna stuff my tool into your muscle 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 want you to feel my precum on your rosebud as I slide my shaft in again and again. Flex while I fuck you muscle 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..."

the ROIDED MASTER + the TATTOOED MASTER

I don’t know how much time went by as I kept coming in and out of consciousness but it seemed like weeks had passed in some kind of drug induced trance – the constant buzzing of something around me, the dull pain that I couldn’t figure out that went on day after day where every day blended into the next, only interrupted by the need for one of the MASTERS to feed me or take me for a dump before rinsing me out inside and quickly jamming the biggest plug up my ass they could find and administering more of the drugs that were keeping me in this half-reality. Every now and then when I’d regain consciousness, the TATTOOED MASTER would come into view and he seemed to be surveying whatever was being done to me before telling the ROIDED MASTER working on me to “up the roids”. “What the hell does he mean? What roids?” was all I could think every time before I fell back into unconsciousness and the roided SIR continued on with his work.

A loud bang woke me in the half-darkness as I groggily came to and tried to work out where I was and what day it was. The room was dark, but I could make out the TATTOOED MASTER standing in the doorway, with a sleazy grin on his face as though once again he meant business. “GET UP, BOY!” he yelled and I could see a whip of some sort in his hand and I knew better this time than to mess with him. I stood up and leaned against the side of the bench where I’d been lying and I almost lost my balance before grabbing the side of the bench. “I SAID, GET UP!!” and he suddenly flicked the whip which turned out to be about 6 feet long bullwhip and suddenly I felt a crack and a burning pain as it lashed me across the back. I yelled and my eyes began to water as I turned to look at the TATTOOED MASTER but there was no look of any remorse or regret in his eyes, only the hard look of someone whom I meant nothing more to, than some tool to be used at will. I turned to walk and felt a shooting pain up my ass and realized that a butt plug had been locked in tight using a harness and there was a padlock holding everything together. The TATTOOED MASTER noticed me look down and yelled “THAT COMES OFF WHEN I SAY SO, BOY! NOW MOVE!!!”.

I paused for a moment as I noticed something across my abdomen and in the half dark I could just make out some kind of decorative writing and it suddenly hit me – it was a tattoo and I could just make out the word "PIG" before I noticed that there were tattoos all over me. All down my arms and over my shoulders and back and chest and right down my legs were these swirling tribal patterns that had been inked heavily while I’d been under the effect of whatever drugs they had been administering for weeks since I got here. I felt my cock go hard as a realized how much I now looked like the tattooed SIR and I felt my ass begin to twitch and pull tight around the massive plug up my hole. “You like it, boy?” snarled the TATTOOED MASTER as he looked me up and down like some kind of prized possession and all I could do was nod, as I looked myself over in stunned silence.

“MOVE!” screamed the TATTOOED MASTER and I complied as I slowly walked through the door into a dimly lit room, my ass burning as the plug up my hole stretched it tight and made it hard to walk upright. My eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room and I realized I was back in the room with the sling and I realized I was in for more of what I’d been put through ever since I got here. I turned around to see the TATTOOED MASTER closing the door and locking it and suddenly a door in the other side of the room opened and the ROIDED MASTER walked through, all leather and muscle and slammed the door behind him and locking it. I started to panic as I realized these two meant business, although what the hell was going to happen I wasn’t sure. The ROIDED MASTER walked over to a panel on the wall and flicked a switch and suddenly some overhead spotlights came on, illuminating the area where I was standing and it was only then that I noticed a floor length gym-style mirror on the wall in front of me.

I was shocked but very turned on when I saw what they had done to me – now I looked nothing like the guy I had been when I first arrived here and I was starting to look more like a muscle pig than the TATTOOED MASTER. My head was completely bald and the spike in my septum had been replaced with a huge 2" diameter 0g circular ring, which made me look more like a bull than a pig. Not to mention the rings in my nipples, which were equally huge and matched the ring in my septum. I stared in shock when I saw the size of the 000g PA ring through the end of my cock and all I could think was "How the hell did they get that through, no wonder I was passed out the whole time". I looked at my physique and was amazed to see what they had done – somehow I looked as though I was some kind of pro bodybuilder, almost the size of the TATTOOED MASTER and I realized what they’d meant by all the roids the TATTOOED MASTER had been talking about.

My cock started to get rock hard as I looked myself over and realized how much tribal work had been tattooed on me, almost covering every part of me and when I looked again at the "PIG" tattoo across my muscled distended roidgut, I realized that this was what my life would be and there was no turning back and I suddenly felt even more turned on as my cock began to go hard. I looked at the reflection of the ROIDED MASTER in the mirror and he nodded with a sleazy look on his face before snapping “Not bad, you’re almost there but we’ve still got some work to do. We’ve been working on your for weeks in case you’re wondering how we did it”. The ROIDED MASTER walked over to the same bench where the TATTOOED MASTER had fucked the life out of me weeks before and yelled “GET UP!” and I knew better than to disobey as I walked over to the bench and climbed up onto all fours, my now huge pecs barely able to rest on the padded bench. The TATTOOED MASTER walked towards the bench and proceeded to lock my feet into the restraints so that I was on all fours with my ass exposed out of the back of the leather chaps I was wearing. My heart rate started to jump as I wondered what was coming next as I saw the TATTOOED MASTER reach for a large bag and rummage around inside it, before producing a bottle of lube and some poppers.

He threw the bottle of lube to the ROIDED MASTER who I suddenly realized was standing behind me, at the end of the bench and suddenly I felt the bench vibrate as something was turned and the head end of the bench began to lower, raising my ass a bit higher and I started to panic as I wondered what was going to come next. The ROIDED MASTER suddenly appeared near the head end of the bench in front of me and his huge cock was swinging between his legs and I realized that he also had a much larger PA ring through his cock than I remembered. “You like, Boy?” he snarled as he started slapping lube onto his cock and smearing it all over. I’d forgotten just how huge his cock was and I knew this was going to hurt if he expected me to take all of it, which I knew he would. “YOU’RE MINE, PIG! AND THIS TIME, YOU’RE GOING TO GET MY SEED. NO BOY OF MINE LEAVES HERE WITHOUT ME PLANTING MY SEED FIRST!” he yelled as he disappeared and I realized he was at the "ass" end of the bench. I jerked as I felt a sudden slap on my ass and I could feel the padlock being unlocked and the butt plug harness removed. I tried to push out the plug but I felt a sudden shooting pain and I felt like I wanted to be sick as I realized how large the plug must be. I felt the ROIDED MASTER put a boot up against my left asscheek and push hard as he grabbed the butt plug by the rim and proceeded to wrench it loose from my ass.

“AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” I screamed in pain as my ass lips stretched beyond where they already were and the plug started to come loose and I felt inch by inch of the enormous fat plug retreating from my chute. I started to sweat and my body was shuddering as more of the plug was pulled out, until suddenly my hole fell closed with a loud "PLOP" and I felt empty and loose. Both MASTERS started sniggering between themselves as my eyes started watering and I knew there was never going to be any sympathy from either of them – I was here to be used in whatever way they wanted and I was going to get no say in anything. My ass was quivering as I could hear globs of lube drooling out of my ruined hole onto the floor below and I wondered how much more damage my ass could sustain before it would never close up again but the TATTOOED MASTER seemed to be one step ahead of me. “YOU WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ASS, BOY?” he bellowed. “You should be, Pig, because we haven’t really started with you get”. I began to panic but then realized it was futile as nothing I did to protest was going to stop either of these MASTERS from doing what they wanted – every time I had protested, it had only made them meaner and nastier and caused more pain, and the TATTOOED MASTER was making it clear that my life would be nothing but pain and servitude. He looked down at me and bellowed “HAVE YOU ACCEPTED THAT YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A PIG, BOY?”. I nodded but he wasn’t having any of it. “I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE ACCEPTED IT YET, PIG! YOU’RE A PUSSY WHO WHINES AND WANTS TO GO HOME TO MOMMY ALL THE TIME. WELL, WE’RE GONNA BEAT THAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU, YOU WHINING PIG!!” I started to panic because now the expression on his face was one of an absolute maniac who had no concept of what he was doing and from behind me I heard the ROIDED MASTER laughing in this deep sinister tone that I started to struggle against the restraints.

I jumped as I could feel a wad of crisco being smeared on my ass and suddenly the ROIDED MASTER jammed four fingers up my ass and spread my lips wide, lubing me up inside. I started to shudder as the pain returned and my ass lips felt like they were on fire – whatever that butt plug had done to my ass, my ass now felt like it was on fire and I didn’t know how I was going to manage what they planned to do to me. I could hear the ROIDED MASTER adjust his position and I looked up at the TATTOOED MASTER who appeared to be making eye contact with the ROIDED MASTER and I knew what was about to happen. I suddenly felt something pressing at my asslips and realized it was the enormous PA ring in the ROIDED MASTER’s cock invading my hole and he suddenly pushed hard as he tried to get his cock head inside me. My whole body shook as I realized just how huge his cock was – the guy was easily over 6' 5" foot tall and hung like a horse and I didn’t know how I was going to take it all. My ass was burning as he pushed harder and suddenly his cock head popped inside my ass and I screamed in agony as my ass stretched to accommodate his huge cock. Everything started to look white as I broke out in a sea of non-stop, dripping sweat and started to feel light headed as the ROIDED MASTER continued his assault on my ass. He started pushing harder but I could tell even he was realizing jamming such a massive cock into my hole was going to take a lot of work but I could tell he had no plans of giving up. “IS THE BOY BEING TROUBLE?” the TATTOOED MASTER bellowed at the ROIDED MASTER and the ROIDED MASTER bellowed back “A BIT, BUT NOTHING A BIT OF FORCE CAN’T FIX!” and the pair of them roared with laughter as the TATTOOED MASTER nodded knowingly at the ROIDED MASTER and I wondered what they had planned. The TATTOOED MASTER suddenly walked in front of me and grabbed me around the back of my bald head and thrust his cock down my throat, making me gag as I recoiled from the shock at something so huge. I struggled to breathe as the TATTOOED MASTER began rhythmically ramming his cock down my throat, PA and all, and I struggled to breathe as he held my head fast against his groin. “LEARN TO BREATHE, PIG, BECAUSE I AIN’T STOPPING!” he bellowed as he began ramming down my throat harder and harder and I felt like I wanted to throw up.

I’d never had such a siliconed cock down my throat before and I wasn’t planning on starting now, but suddenly I felt the ROIDED MASTER ram his cock in deep behind me and my ass opened up wide to accommodate his enormous shaft and the pain was excruciating but with the huge cock down my throat I couldn’t scream. I realized that the ROIDED MASTER's cock must only be about half way in but his PA ring was already pounding my prostate and I could feel my cock getting hard and spring to life swinging beneath me.

The TATTOOED MASTER continued ramming his cock down my throat and I tried to breathe every time he pulled back because I knew I wasn’t far off passing out when I felt the ROIDED MASTER suddenly ram the rest of his cock home as my whole body shook in shock and then he grabbed me by the harness and began pounding me as hard as he could. All of a sudden, I began to feel turned on as they both began rhythmically fucking both ends of me and getting rougher and rougher. The ROIDED MASTER seemed to be fucking me like some kind of stallion and began almost pulling his whole cock out of my ass before driving his whole 14 inches back in again and driving me wild. I could feel myself getting ready to cum but the ROIDED MASTER seemed to know and started rhythmically fucking me at a slower speed to stop me from cumming. The TATTOOED MASTER ramming my throat had also slowed down to the same speed, but he was still fucking my throat hard and I was starting to gag on his PA ring which only made him laugh and force my head further into his shaved and musky groin as he laughed and continued face fucking me. I tried to yell when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me by the neck. “DIDN’T YOUR MOMMA TELL YOU NOT TO TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL, PIG?!” he yelled as he suddenly rammed his cock right down my throat and held it there, his hands firmly around the back of my head. I started to struggle because I couldn’t breathe with that huge cock jammed down my throat and all I could hear was the pair of them laughing as the ROIDED MASTER kept pounding me from behind. I looked up at the TATTOOED MASTER in front of me and he was snarling as I tried to gasp for breath and he just smiled as though he wanted to see how long I could last when suddenly he groaned and his cock exploded down my throat as cum went everywhere and I felt like I was going to be sick. It tasted salty and wasn’t unpleasant but I still felt sick at the thought of taking a guy's unprotected load in my mouth. The TATTOOED MASTER held my head back as he bellowed “SWALLOW, PIG!” and I did as I was told as wave after wave of cum poured down my throat, the thought just about making me dry heave.

All I could think of was what more did these bastards want – if I wasn’t enough of a pig yet what the hell else did they have planned for me? I tried to gasp for breath as the room started to spin and I could feel nothing but the rhythmic pounding and pain in my ass when suddenly the TATTOOED MASTER pulled his cock out of my throat and I inhaled like I’d never inhaled before, just as the TATTOOED MASTER placed the bottle of poppers under my nose and I took a huge hit and my head began to spin. Suddenly I felt the ROIDED MASTER’s cock shudder and pick up speed as he started fucking my ass like a bull, the burning in my ass getting more and more intense with each thrust as I realized he was only now starting to get going. I felt like a puppet on a string as he started pounding me to within in an inch of my life and he was ramming so hard up my ass that the fuckbench was starting to move across the room with each pounding thrust of his massive cock. I didn’t think I could take much more of this but the ROIDED MASTER seemed to have the stamina of an Olympic athlete as he settled into a rhythm and began to powerfuck me hard and I started to yell as my ass really felt like it was on fire. The assault continued and it seemed like an hour had gone by and the ROIDED MASTER was still fucking the shit out of me when the TATTOOED MASTER in front of me started to laugh. I was already drenched in sweat and out of breath and I wondered how much more of this I could cope with, not to mention how much more of this my ass could withstand. The TATTOOED MASTER in front of me snarled and said “PIG, THAT’S WHAT THE ROIDS DO TO YOU, SO NOW YOU KNOW THAT ONE DAY YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FUCK LIKE A HORSE THE WAY WE DO!” and with that he laughed and walked away to the other side of the room.

I watched him as he walked away and wondered how the hell I was going to survive this place if all I was here for was to be fucked and fisted at will for as long as these bastards had the energy and I started to feel hopeless as the ROIDED MASTER continued to pound my raw ass. He wasn’t even out of breath as he pumped harder and harder and I wondered how long he would be able to go because it must have been at least a couple of hours so far and I was almost exhausted. I watched the TATTOOED MASTER taking the covers off some kind of stand over in the corner of the room but I was too exhausted to be able to figure out what it was when suddenly I felt the ROIDED MASTER pick up speed again and really start ramming my ass. I could barely breathe as he started pounding my ass again, this time almost withdrawing completely before ramming his whole 14 inches back in and pounding my prostate in the process and suddenly I felt I was about to cum. “YOU LIKE MY COCK, BOY?!” the ROIDED MASTER bellowed as his cock and whole body began to shudder and I knew what was coming when he suddenly yelled “AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH FFUUUUCCCKKK!!!! TAKE IT ALL, PIG!!!” Suddenly, his cock exploded in my ass and I could feel this warm gushing sensation as my chute filled with load upon load of cum and it felt like the enemas they had been giving me for weeks. More and more cum shot up my ass and I wondered just how much more he was going to pump inside me but the load kept coming.

The TATTOOED MASTER on the other side of the room laughed as he looked over and watched me being pumped full of the ROIDED MASTER’s seed and he started walking back towards the bench with something in his hand. The ROIDED MASTER kept pumping more rounds up my ass and I wondered how much more I could take when he started to pull out and the TATTOOED MASTER disappeared down to the bottom end of the bench and suddenly rammed another plug up my swollen hole. This time I resisted because the thought of all that cum up my ass was making me sick but the pair of them weren’t having any of it. “YOU NEVER LEARN, DO YOU PIG?” bellowed the ROIDED MASTER as he reached for an enormous plug that had been lying on the floor and the sight of which made me scream. The TATTOOED MASTER came up to the head end of the bench and grabbed me in a headlock and jammed my mouth shut as the ROIDED MASTER lined up the massive plug against my hole. I felt a huge size 16 boot against the end of the plug as the ROIDED MASTER proceeded to force the plug up my ruined hole and my asslips began to stretch wide. My eyes started to water as I tried to yell but the ROIDED MASTER just put more force into it and inch by inch somehow managed to work the plug up my ass without my sphincter snapping. The thing was enormous and bigger than his horse-like cock and all I could think of was how much more did they intend to stretch my ass. I could feel more and more of the plug working its way up inside my ass, lubed by the ROIDED MASTER's copious load up my ruined chute when the ROIDED MASTER suddenly put all his force into it and my whole body shuddered and started to sweat again. Slowly, the rest of the massive plug went inch by inch up my ass until suddenly the plug snapped into place as my ring tightened around the base of the plug and my whole body started to spasm. My ass felt like it was on fire and all I could think about was some way of getting the plug out of my ass because it was excruciating and my whole body was beginning to throb with the pain. “SEE, PIG! YOU’RE GONNA FUCKIN’ LEARN SOMEHOW THAT WE ARE IN CONTROL AND YOU DO WHAT WE TELL YOU TO DO! WE OWN YOU AND NOW YOU’VE HAD BOTH OUR SEEDS INSIDE YOU. HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT?!” bellowed the TATTOOED MASTER as he and the ROIDED MASTER both laughed at the pain I was in. I couldn’t get over how much pain my ass was in and nothing they had done had felt this painful before but I knew the plug they had jammed up my ass was huge. The ROIDED MASTER began unlocking the shackles holding my feet to the bench and bellowed “STAND UP PIG!” as I climbed off the bench but could only half stand and squat with the plug up my ass. Both MASTERS looked at each other and laughed as the ROIDED MASTER said “At least we know he can’t run away!” and they both grabbed one of my arms and lifted me off the floor to carry me to the other side of the room and I wondered what the hell was next.

I looked in the direction they were carrying me and could see some kind of sling thing hanging from the ceiling and below it to my horror I noticed some kind of pole sticking up out of the floor, a bit like a bollard and I realized what they had planned next. “NNOOOOOOO!!!!!!” I screamed as the TATTOOED MASTER pounded me in the gut with his fist and winded me completely. “WHAT DOES THAT SAY ACROSS YOUR GUT, PIG?!” he bellowed as I started to feel hopeless. “PIG SIR” I said, out of breath. “I DIDN’T HEAR YOU, PIG! WHAT DOES IT SAY?” he bellowed again and I summoned every bit of strength I could and yelled “IT SAYS "PIG" YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!” and the pair of them roared with laughter as they lifted me up and started locking me into the sling. They placed two straps around my thighs and another one between my legs as the ROIDED MASTER began to buckle up the straps and I realized that this was an upright sling attached to a frame on wheels which could be moved anywhere they wanted and I was in a suspended sitting position. I started to struggle as they clicked the padlocks into place but it only made them laugh even more and the ROIDED MASTER bellowed “STRUGGLE ALL YOU LIKE, PIG! THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO HOW MUCH STRUGGLING YOU’LL BE DOING SOON!!” and he snarled as he began pushing the sling frame over and above the bollard. I looked down at the thing and it was absolutely huge with a rounded top and I knew they were going to use it as some kind of massive dildo. I began to rattle around in the sling, trying to either get something to break or get myself out of the sling in the hope that one of the MASTERS hadn’t done the locks up properly, but it was no use. The ROIDED MASTER turned around with what looked like a paint can, until he ripped off the lid and I realized to my horror that it was a bucket of cum. He scooped out a huge glob of lube and began smearing it all over the rounded tip of the bollard and down the sides of the pole, giving me this sleazy look the whole time. The TATTOOED MASTER came over and also scooped out a huge glob of lube and helped to smear it down the sides of the pole, staring at my ass the whole time. He turned to the ROIDED MASTER and said “How much do you think he can take? We don’t want him totally impaled on the thing!” the ROIDED MASTER replied “Just as much as I think he can take, I don’t have any plans to hurt him, because once he goes into service, they’ll ruin his ass more than we have.” I suddenly felt like I wanted to shit myself as I realized that if this wasn’t bad enough, how much more did they expect to put me through wherever the hell "service" meant? They emptied the remainder of the lube bucket over the top of the bollard and then the ROIDED MASTER moved the frame into place so that my ass was suspended directly over the bollard.

I kept trying to struggle but it was useless and as I was so exhausted, I didn’t have the energy to struggle anymore. The ROIDED MASTER whispered into my ear “Have we broken you yet, Pig?” and all I could do was nod as my eyes began to water and I knew what was coming. The TATTOOED MASTER grabbed something from the bag on the floor and turned away as he unscrewed some kind of bottle he was holding and when he turned around he was holding some kind of gas mask with a small bottle fitted into the front and it didn’t take me long to realize that they were poppers. I tried to struggle with what little strength I had left but it was hopeless as he placed the gas mask over my head and did up the straps behind and I could smell the fumes from the poppers start to take effect. “That should last you a few hours, Pig, so breathe as much as you need” said the TATTOOED MASTER as he laughed like a maniac. I could feel the ROIDED MASTER trying to remove the plug from my ass and I braced myself as he put all his weight into at and wrenched downwards, ripping the plug from my ass and I could feel my asslips turning inside out, as every inch of the plug retreated from my sloppy hole. “WHOA! NICE LIPS!” bellowed the ROIDED MASTER as he started massaging my asslips and pulling at them with both hands. “PUSH OUT, PIG!” he bellowed, but I didn’t have any strength left to do anything and all of a sudden I felt one hand followed by another ramming up my ass and I screamed as loud as I could with the gas mask on. The pain was excruciating as both MASTERS forced an arm up my hole and then I could feel them balling up their fists inside. I tried frantically to struggle but it only turned them on more and suddenly they both wrenched their closed fists out through my ruined hole and I felt this strange sensation as my inside asslips ended up on the outside. “NICE ROSEBUD, PIG!” bellowed the ROIDED MASTER as they both looked in amazement and awe at my ass but all I could think of was what the hell did it look like and would it ever close up again. The ROIDED MASTER pulled a mirror out of the bag and held it up near my ass and I looked down at the mirror in horror – all I could see was a gaping hole where my ass used to be and all the insides poking out with the TATTOOED MASTER massaging around my ring to make the insides poke out even more. “NOW THERE’S A PIG HOLE!” yelled the TATTOOED MASTER but the ROIDED MASTER interrupted. “NOT QUITE, WE’RE NOT THERE YET!” he bellowed as he walked over to a hook on the wall and took off some kind of control box. He flicked a switch and I noticed there was some kind of joystick control on the box and suddenly as the ROIDED MASTER moved the stick, an overhead motor began to hum and the sling started to lower over the bollard. I began to panic as I realized what he was about to do but the sling was holding me tight and my weight was making sure that the sling wasn’t going to go anywhere but downwards with gravity. I could feel the sling slowly dropping when all of a sudden I could feel something large touching my hole and I realized it was the top of the bollard. The thing was unbelievable huge and the top of it had a bit of a dome on it before it turned into a thick pole and I wondered how the hell I was ever going to survive this.

To my surprise, the ROIDED MASTER stopped the sling just as my ass was beginning to open up by the dome of the bollard pushing up but my ass was burning from being held open. I watched as the ROIDED MASTER pressed a few more buttons on the control box and put it back on the hook on the wall and I suddenly felt a wave of relief – things weren’t going to be so bad after all. My relief was short-lived though as after about 30 seconds, I heard the motor above whir for a split second and the sling lowered by about half an inch and I yelled as my ass stretched open slightly more on the bollard. I looked at the ROIDED MASTER and the TATTOOED MASTER and they were both laughing, watching me suspended like a puppet, the only missing was a hand up my ass but I could tell it wouldn’t be too long and the pole would be up there instead. “In case you’re wondering, Pig. The control box has a timer to activate the motor every 30 seconds and drop you down half an inch or so. You’ve got enough poppers to last you for about 4 hours and you’re gonna need to breathe as much of them as you can once that pole starts opening your hole up. What we’ve done to you so far is nothing compared to what this will do to you, but we want that hole of yours good and ready for when we send you into service”. The motor above whirred again and I dropped another half inch and my ass really started to open wide on the top of the bollard and the pain started to hit hard as I yelled into the gas mask. “BREATHE THE POPPERS, PIG! THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE FOR!” bellowed the ROIDED MASTER as he and the TATTOOED MASTER turned off the overhead lights and headed for the door, leaving me alone in the dark. I breathed in as much of the poppers as I could and my head started to spin as I watched the two MASTERS walking out through the door, locking it behind them as I heard the overhead motor whir once more…

"Hey boy - intriguing profile. How's it going? Still juiced and growing, boy? My main fetish is for highly motivated muscled guys. Want to talk with you more. I love it freaky, as much muscle mass as possible, ripped to the bone, daily forced training but as hard as possible, extending ballstretching, 24/7 plugged, training and sweating, passing the painbarier, go through hell every day. Looking for a boy up to being transformed into a post-human. The ultimate would be a relationship with a motivated man who just can't be big enough and is looking that one special man for spiritual and mental support and motivation. Bonus points if you're an exhibitionist and like to be photographed or compete in bodybuilding, weightlifting, leather contests or what have you. Big bonus points if you get into extreme pumping, bulking or other types of long term body mods - I have a big interest in Transhumanism. To start with, I want to turn a sexy musclepig like you into my slave. My boys become my sexual slaves as well as endure bondage, discipline, spanking, paddling, cum control, edging/milking, sex toys, restraints, teasing, foot worship and more extreme pursuits. I'm open to anything twisted, freaky, or perverted (and I have plenty of ideas too). I can be quite sadistic but I most enjoy controlling my boy and making him into what I want. In your case, that's a total exhibitionist muscle freak. Write back if you want to chat more. Let me know what kind of freakish experiences you already have or want to get into. Hopefully, we will find a lot of common ground."

I recently ran into an old friend who is an industry insider, a contributing writer for one of the muscle magazines and a former pro himself. He tells me the size of the posing suit is gaining more attention in the bodybuilding community. Interestingly, he said, many of the well-known professional bodybuilders have been talking about mine. Apparently, I am seen as obviously pushing the proverbial envelope by wearing my signature posers that reveal the base of my dick. I like to go onstage with my cock and balls pumped, cockringed, oiled and stuffed into a poser as miniscule as possible, the most blatant posing suit I've seen yet, so skimpy that I can keep barely keep the pouch of my suit on, the bigger the physique, the smaller the packaging looks in comparison. I love the pride that comes from not only being a more matured guy taking good care and defining the muscles, but exceeding the conventions of what a 47 year old muscle freak should look like, it shows dedication and drive and should be proudly display as such. Then I went online and found this posted 08-16-2008 which basically describes why do what I do:

"I think there are at least 2 types of bodybuilders; those who see bodybuilding as a sport and live it like that and those who take bodybuilding as sport and also as an extension of their sexuality since having a muscled body enhance your sex appeal. In my personal opinion, that's why many bodybuilders are in the porn world (not all of them, but a great deal)."

A gay fellow competitor, who is also like me very much into the leather and SM scene, recently remarked that when I'm onstage, it looks like I have a codpiece on. I suppose a codpiece, when not attached to breeches, could be worn as a posing strap and that what I wear onstage could be seen as a codpiece. All I have to say is bring back the cod-piece. Now there was an interesting male fashion statement if ever there was one. At some point men actually stuffed their cod-pieces to give the illusion that their man’s genitals were better developed. It wouldn’t be surprising if the guys actually padded their cod-pieces to impress their buddies with how masculine they were. I would imagine that some were rather disappointed when the cod-piece came off. Of course, not with me. Ah penis envy, it is kind of the ultimate reason men compete. In some ways we are still just a bunch of cave men. My codpice/posers is my attention getter!