Royd: The Day We Met

Royd has always been pleasant, not a "muscle snob" like many of the guys who have the body and proportions of a man built like him. Although he was cordial, I never got any vibes or hints of interest from him for me. That is, until one morning.

This morning started out like each of my normal mornings, a good cardio warm up, about an hour of weights, and then off to the showers to get ready for my day. I never have confused myself about being a “built- brick house” muscle stud. My body is more on the line of a fit gymnast. I am 41 years old, 5’10” tall, 165-170 lbs, 30w, nice defined chest, true abs definition, nice hard arms. Legs built from years on the tennis courts, and regular gym training for almost all of my adult life. Blondish hair, blue eyes, and a torso so hairless that what I do have I keep shaved off smooth.

Royd on the other hand could not be more of an opposite from me than any other human in the gym. He looks to be in his late 40’s, about 5’8” or so, his weight I would guess to be at least 250 lbs or more. With a massive chest, huge cannon ball biceps, shoulders, legs, fore arms, legs etc and on and on and on…every inch chiseled to perfection. His skin was deep rich tanned complexion. Chinese? Japanese? Korean? Who cares? In my eyes he was beautiful. He has a haircut of an uber short military high and tight that framed his classically chiseled face to perfection. His chocolate brown eyes and perfect white teeth set it all off. He alone stared in many of my solo late night jack off sessions.

One last bit of information about me while we are at this point. I am quite hung for a man my size and my build. And on my smaller frame it makes my big cock look even larger. Although I personally can not take any of the credit for my endowment, I none the less am proud of my big dick. Flaccid, it hangs five or six thick inches. Hard it enlarges to a very proud nine solid inches of steel. Along with my nice sized dick the set of balls it rest upon is also a source of pride and enjoyment for me. The ball bag hangs well below my flaccid 5 inches and is full of large egg sized nuts.

On this particular day, as I was getting ready to hit the showers, I noticed Royd in the locker room. He was undressing and appeared to be getting ready for a shower himself. I casually noted that he normally does not shower at the gym. Thinking nothing about it, and going about my business a smile did light up my mind thinking at the least I may get a peak of that perfect body in the buff.

Draping the towel over my shoulder heading for the shower I had to grin when Royd’s eyes traveled my torso from head to toe and back again, then his eyes stopped about half way in between landing on my pride and joy.

The showers here have no curtains. They have partitions dividing each shower head but for the most part are wide open. Selecting the shower in the middle I thought this may give me a better viewing point.

The lucky stars have aligned for me this morning. He indeed chooses the stall directly across from mine. An audit from the IRS could not possibly wipe the internal grin off my face at this point.

“Hey there Mark, looks like the hours in the gym are rewarding you well.” Royd says, from his shower stall while wetting his body.

“Thanks Royd. Coming from you that is one hell of a compliment” I reply.

“For sure man. Sometimes it is hard to tell with the loose bulky sweats and all what is actually under the clothes.” He continues. “But dang you have a hot body.” He adds with a wink.

His eyes at this point are no where near meeting mine. They have landed between my legs and are drinking in the size and sight of the massive dick hanging wet between my thighs. And a dick that is slowly but surely filling up.

Hey. If he wants to look I don’t mind. With a handful of soap I blatantly fondle my cock. Never taking my eyes off of his muscles, my cock begins to fill slowly. With the blood flowing into my cock, he for sure can’t take his eyes off of it now.

Man oh man I think to myself. Do I have me a size queen here or what? This huge mountain of muscles is enthralled by my piece of manhood.

As I am enjoying my hardening cock he turns slowly and gives me a partial view of his back side as he soaps up his massive legs. Bending at the waist he is actually pushing his muscular glutes out and back in my direction as he works his hands down to his feet.

Fuck! My mind is racing now. This man is actually showing me his ass. He is giving the most obvious signal I have ever had. This muscle stud is a big ole bottom. And what a bottom he has. Those perfectly mounded glutes are massive with the tiniest g-string tan line setting them off.

By the time he has finished giving me the show of a life time with that ass of his he turns around and gets an eye full of my now rock hard 9 inches jutting straight up to my hairless belly.

“Now that is the hottest thing I have seen in a long time” he says while actually licking his lips.

I turn the water off in my stall, walk across the tile into his shower and grab a handful of his ass. “No Royd, this is the hottest thing I have ever seen” as I take the base of my cock and slap it unto one side of his butts cheeks.

Stepping out of his stall I grab my towel and leave him in his shower stall. Tease! I call myself. But hey, I enjoy the chase and ritual as much as any hot blooded man does. My rock hard cock still sticking straight up and swaying while I walk back to my locker area, I am kind of glad it is slow here this morning in the shower area.

With in seconds Royd is standing right beside me. “Mark. I think we need to get together sometime man. You and I could have ourselves a real good time,” he breathes into my ear.

“You think so huh?” I ask him as my left hand traces the outline of his ass and tan line that is so gorgeously exposed. “I think you may be right big guy!”.

“Fuck yeah! I know that it would be hot as hell!” His legs bend just a little pressing his tight hard ass into my hand. “You wouldn’t know what got hold of you when I get through with you. And that’s a promise.”

“My place right now if you are man enough to handle all of this muscle man.” As I slid my raging hard cock along side his left cheek.

Royd grabs his gym bag throws on a ripped tank top, a pair of gym shorts that must be two sizes too small, and a pair of flip flops. This whore dog is dressed and standing beside me before I even get my shorts buttoned. Standing silently watching me as I finish getting dressed with a look of total abandon in his eyes, "Yea, this will be one special piece of meat for sure" I think to myself as I take my time.

Five minutes later we have entered my condo and Royd has left his shoes and gym bag at the front door. He follows me into the bedroom and his bravado seems to have left him somewhat. For such a huge man he has taken a very small stance beside me. Oh man, this is something else. Not only is this dream boat a big bottom piece of meat but he appears to be somewhat of a submissive one as well. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.

I sit on the edge of my bed facing Royd, “Take the tank top off big guy” I implored. He starts to pull it up over his head. “No.” I stop him. “Rip it off of your body Royd!” I instruct him.

A slight but obvious smile creeps onto his handsome face as he takes the center of the tank and in one motion rips the tank top into two separate pieces and drops it to the floor.

“That’s good big boy” I tell him, while eyeing his massive and powerful body. His posture rises back to his full size upon my compliment. His huge pecs full of testosterone and endorphins from his recent work out, standing tall like a proud warrior.

“Now the gym shorts Royd.”

He takes the hem of each leg of his shorts in his large hands and with one powerful motion he is left standing naked in my bedroom on display like a massive body builder should be. I kick each of my feet free from my loafers, and begin to remove my shirt.

“Allow me”? Royd interjects.

“Be my guest.”

He lifts me off of the bed with his hands under my arm pits to a standing position. Placing my arms over my head he tenderly lifts the t-shirt off of my body. Running his hands gently and slowly down my hard stomach he traces the out line of my erect dick through the fabric of my khakis shorts. Kneeling in front of me his hands continuously roam and cover my fabric covered prick with as much interest and lust as I have personally seen in any man for a long time. Royd totally naked kneeling practically worshipping my huge cock and it is not even let out of the confines of my shorts yet.

Royd begins licking and sucking the khaki fabric. His saliva mixed with my own pre-cum wetting my shorts thoroughly. Two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle daddy mesmerized by my cock, nothing in the world could be better at this point and time. He undoes the top button and his mouth follows his hands as each undone button reveals more and more of the mammoth cock he is after.

My hands are traveling over his broad shoulders and slabs of pecs while he slowly and teasingly reveals inch by inch of my rock hard pride. Taking his time and worshipping each new inch as it is revealed is driving me nuts. He is a very talented man for sure.

With the last button open my engorged cock springs free and slaps him upside his cheek, leaving a splatter of pre-cum across his face. I take my finger and wipe the sticky stuff , on cue he turns his head just enough to open his mouth and take my wet finger all the way down his mouth licking and cleaning my cum from the finger tip.

His hands never stop. They continually roam and feel and touch my body. Slipping his hands behind me he lowers my shorts to my ankles and takes each foot and lifts the shorts free of me.

This Scenario is what drives me big time. The roles one would think should be reversed. The smaller man, me, the man who loves muscles on another man, should be the one on his knees servicing a god of the proportions of Royd. Yet here he is making sure that every need and inch of my body is explored.

He has yet to touch my recently free cock, his main goal of course. He stands facing me and plants the largest- deepest- wettest passionate kiss two men can possibly share deep into my open mouth.

Using his powerful muscles he again lifts me off of my feet and lays me gently onto the bed flat on my back. Standing over me he is a mountain, he is huge, and he is a beautiful sight to behold. Not wanting to break any rhythm, I lay back and see where he would like this to go. Letting Royd take the lead, is not normally in my nature. But he is like in a dream, a trance. And right now every move he is making is mind blowing erotic and passion filled.

Moving back to the foot of the bed he continues the exploration of my body. My feet get the best tongue bath and massage they have ever gotten. His tongue begins to trace a path up my calves, worshipping each and every muscle and striation on his journey. His mouth is an inferno of saliva and lust as he continues up my smooth hairless thighs. His huge strong hands are as active in exploration as his mouth and tongue along the paths and trails of my body.

The pleasure continues, but again he passes the object of his desire and makes no contact with my dick which by this time is so full and hard it is on fire and pulsing with each new sensation from Royd. His mouth licks a path across my six pack abs and traces each ridge and section like he is brail reading my body with his tongue. Never have I experienced this type of true bliss from any trick, lover, person in my 41 years on this planet.

The path of his mouth is non stop. My nipples and pecs are the next recipients of the talents of his tongue. My hairless pits, my biceps, which I flex for him automatically and get a moan of approval, are also rewarded with lavish attention. Following the bend of my arm his mouth finds my hands and my fingers, and they too are treated to the talents of Royd.

I open my eyes to see the most magnificent man hovering over me. He is using his massive arms to suspend his body over me looking deep into my eyes.

“Would you let me make love to that beautiful cock of yours Mark?” He almost whispered as he spoke.

“Yes Royd. I would enjoy that.” I told him. I leaned up to reach the night stand drawer, he gently but firmly laid me back down.

“Please, you just lay back and enjoy the ride of your life. Let me do what I enjoy the best, if you don’t mind Mark.” he said. He lowered his face and again proceeded to make love to my mouth with his. The heat and wetness of his deep masculine kiss was unlike anything I have ever experienced before.

He lowered his full body weight onto me, smothering my smaller frame with his massive torso. Wedging his thighs and gripping my cock he gently starts rocking and getting the full length of my cock between the tree trunk legs of his, and begins dry humping my cock with the massive muscles.

Without breaking stride he opens the drawer and pulls out the lube, poppers and condoms. After I am all rubber covered and ready, he takes the poppers and hands them to me. “I hope you enjoy this as much as I am going to Mark.” he says with another one of his killer winks.

It is almost as if his demeanor has changed again, like he is in control. From the proud muscle stud at the gym, to the first few minutes of submissiveness and uncertainty when we got here in my condo, to the take charge force now straddling my prone body.

He lowers his grade “A” prime piece of ass onto my cock. In one smooth stoke he impales his entire ass all the way down the length of my cock. His face changes, becomes intense. A true metamorphosis is taking place as he slides onto my huge throbbing cock. His hands no longer on my body, he is feeling his own massive pecs. He is flexing them, matching the rhythmic contractions of his ass muscles massaging my cock with the timing of him flexing his huge slabs of pecs.

Raising his arms he begins flexing his 18” biceps. Looking at them like they are a new toy, one he is discovering for the first time, all the time never easing the constant contracting of his strong ass muscles milking my cock. It is like his body is one giant muscle flexing squeezing and performing for me only.

His hips begin a slow yet gentle rocking motion, drawing my cock deeper into his hot chamber. The strength of his rectal ring is as amazing as the power of the rest of his body. He takes the poppers and uncaps it resting it under my nose. “Here you go Mark.”

After inhaling my share of the bottle he takes a deep huff of the powerful stuff. The effects take place immediately, the gyrations of his hips and ass become more intense as he rises up just enough to get his feet under his legs and resting his body weight on them. Using his powerful thighs he begins a true power fuck on my cock, raising and lowering his body weight with his legs, piston action force of his muscles propelling his ass up and down the entire nine inches of my cock.

What a sight. Sweat is now pouring off his torso dripping down onto me. His muscles engorged with sex, hot sweaty man sex. Veins are popping out where he had none before. He muscles are cut and ripped to the max, his dark skin accentuating every one of them. Like an animal he has a low growl, still flexing arms and pecs. Still feeling him self off. It is almost like I am not there, it is like it is him his muscles and my cock.

My hands can’t stand to lay idle any longer I reach up and feel those powerful thighs propelling him up and down the length of my cock. His guttural moan lets me know he is aware that there are two of us there. His ass tightens even more on my cock the more I feel and massage his thighs.

My hands roam up his brick hard abs, feeling and tracing each separation of his distended but muscled six pack roidgut. When my finger tips graze the nipples his head rolls back and the deepest moan yet escapes his throat. Bingo! I got me a nip man on board my cock. I grab onto his nipples and begin a steady barrage of twists, flicks and digs into his dark thumb-sized nubs. The nipple work sends his hips and ass into overdrive on my cock. I thought his ass muscle was strong before, now it feels like he is trying to rip my cock off of my body the contractions are so strong now.

I take this as an opportunity to change things up just a bit. I lace my hands behind his neck, “Lean back Royd” I tell him. As if reading my mind and connected as one, he wraps his huge arms around me and lays back drawing me with him still impaled on my cock. Landing with him on his back and his legs out wide with me on top and my pulsing cock still buried deep in his fantastic ass.

I grab his ankles and spread his legs out as wide as possible. For such a huge muscle man he sure is limber. He is almost in a full splits position while I am riding his man hole. Using my entire body I begin to piston fuck the most beautiful piece of man butt I have ever seen, much less been in.

We flipped, rolled, wrestled, fucked, fell off the bed, landed on the floor yet never once did my cock leave the most precious hole it has ever been in once. Every position I thought possible to fuck this dream boat in, we moved like one in unison.

The grand finale: on his knees me driving into him from behind standing on my feet at the edge of the bed. What drove him to finally shoot, my big bull balls slapping him from behind with each thrust into him. He shot and grunted like a raging bull in heat with me entering him in this position.

The sweat flying and mixing with his cum was over whelming for me. Seeing this prime slab of beef impaled on my cock all spent and cum worn was just too much for me. Yet he knew his job was not over. I had yet to cum.

Pulling out of his fine worn out ass was one of the hardest things I have done. But I ripped off the rubber and grabbed my cock by its base stoking the length slowly and firmly. “Flip over big guy.” I said.

He did as told and laid out flat on his back in front of me as I stood at the foot of the bed. I began jacking my cock while taking in the magnificent man before me. With out words I simply nodded at his massive arms. On cue as if we had done and rehearsed this a million times, he flexed them for me. Instinctively knowing what I wanted. Then much to my surprise he began licking and kissing his huge peaked guns making love to them while I stroked my huge cock and watched him.

That was all it took. The load of cum that flew out of my cock has never been equaled before that moment. Seeing this muscle man make love to his own body flexing licking kissing all for me while I jacked off was to intense for words. The first blast of semen shot about four feet and landed on his chest. The next few blasts rocketed up and covered his stomach. I emptied seven or eight huge loads over his torso before the final few dribbles worked their way out of my cock.

Drained, empty and sweat, I collapsed onto Royd’s reclining body. He wrapped those huge arms around me and waited as we both came down from the ultimate high of man sex.

Royd’s deep voice broke the silence first, “That was incredible Mark!”

“Incredible is not near the word I had in mind. In fact I’m not sure there’s a word that can match the magnitude of what we just experienced.” I replied.

Reaching for my still hard cock, but instead cupping my huge sack of nuts with both of his big hands, he replied, “If you thought that was something, wait until I get my chance at these huge balls of yours Mark.”

“You can have them any way, any time you want them muscle man!” I replied as I lay my head on his wet chest and we both drifted off into a much deserved sleep.

iml 2009

more about me

More about me and what I am looking for
Exhibitionistic, daring and uninhibited competitive bodybuilder looking to meet other bodybuilders. Totally into showing off in tight, tiny, revealing microwear of any kind: microbikinis, jocks, thongs, g's, pouches, posers, bikeshorts, onionskins, tights, singlets, if it is tight, I am into it, I always wear mine a size or two, or three, too small - The skimpier the better. Favorite brands: Dore, Koala. Also love sheer, sheer when wet, mesh and fishnet - basically anything that reveals as much as it covers. kink, toys, etc!! Showing off my body wherever I can. Love being photographed too. And love sex in public. Love being the one wearing the least to a clothed beach in a tiny tiny g-string, or wearing the thinnest, tightest spandex to the gym or out running in the park. Into working out and bodybuilding, muscle flexing, muscle growth fantasies, muscle fantasies, spandex play, role play, hot sex, muscle growth fantasies, muscle worship, working out and bodybuilding. i am an PROUD Bottom, love posing with other bodybuilders.

Things I am into
Wet thin posers, fishnet posewear, see thru mesh shorts and GEAR. Seeing HUGE muscle guys in tiny thongs. Dancing at a club and strip off to my underwear showing huge bulge with my big cockring and viagra hardon. I am big time into being watched at a niteclub. I leave my apt in running shoes and speedos or white underwear and jog a few blocks. Into other worked out sexy guys. Frikkin LOVE jocks, leather, gummi, spandex and lycra. Gotta have CLEAR face and body pics to hookup. Extremely muscular looking for other muscular jocks for sunning, oiling and posing. Exhibitionism and fun times. Briefer and tighter the better, skimpy beach wear, cockrings, vacuum pumping, looking to connect with other guys into vacuum pumping cock and balls, asslips and nips and then showing off in skin tight spandex, lycra, love the feeling, love showing off, teasing huge bulging pouches

Other fetishes I have:
Leather, muscle, skingear, barbershop, SHORT/USMC haircuts and shaving, Heavy cockrings and ball stretchers, CBT, FF, nipple play, leather, S+M, vacuum pumping, large balls, bulge wear, sheer clothing, especially large cocks/balls in sheer clothing, bubble butts in sheer tights, silicone or saline genitals, hard cocks in sheer tights, pumped balls in sheer tights. As a siliconed vacuum pumper, I loved to show off my pumped bulge.

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muscle correspondence

Royd, Hope this first email directly reaches you OK! I am using the email address of a computer of a grand uncle of a gym buddy of mine so trust it will work OK? If it does, we now have "Open Sesame" to say anything and everything we'd like to say and express. How I'd love to fit you into a tiny swatch of highly stretchy gossamer lycra that barely was able to cover your swollm man meat and monumental cock-ringed power balls. That flimsy, semi-transparent film would be so tautly and tightly stretched over your ever elongating and thickening man-set that the sidebars of your pouch with be down to 1/16th of an inch sliver of fabric as that pouch leapt out into space and quivered and quavered before you in a ritualistic rite of male dominance and manhood. Every pore and muscle of your body would have come in sync to tremble before me in the ultimate display of mighty muscular manhood. By now, my own pouch would be responding in kind and eager to share its oozing prec-cum with your own dripping lycra-stained and straining package. Man, Royd, you really have me going and in full throttle (great word for it). So let me stretch that air-like membrane of super thin fabric over your throbbing and thrusting, projecting and ever-thickening tool. Get as fucking huge and hot and horny as you want, muscle mate. I am with you all the way. BTW, what do you know of the eastern European muscle scene? I have a juicy bit to share with you about their posers and a new fabric they have CUM up with that I think will be right up your alley. Best always, SIR

Royd, just some more additional info on my background. When I was working in Japan for six months I learned the art of Oriental Massage which is quite different from the Swedish and American versions. It is much more exhilarating, stimulating and sexual to boot. Also, a good friend of mine from NYC (a tenor, no less) taught me the art of deep breathing, throat and gullet control and how to take 12 inches of ultra thick, vein-riddled, rock-solid man meat ALL the way down my jaws time and time again with complete lip and tongue control on my part. So make that huge slab of man meat of yours grow as fantastically and massively as you want and dare, stud, as I'll give you the blow-job of your life and send you into total orbit as you have never been rocketed before. (smile) Best always, SIR

Royd, I want to check your shave job lest a single hair escaped your previous cutting, then run my hands over your entire torso, getting into every nook, cranny, cut, striation and slit, to next pour copious amounts of greasy oil all over you, filling in the cleavage between your massive pecs and the channels around your ab isles, slapping and squeezing your iron-slotted and super shredded glutes, engulfing and engorging your screaming, daunting and bouncing lycra pouch package in my saliva-drooling jaws and to smother you with muscle love and adoration. And that just scratches the surface of what I want and will do to you. So fire away, muscle giant. We have only just begun to shoot (smile) Best always, SIR

SIR, i look forward to having you inspect me for any stray hair i may have neglected to shave off, in my overzealous zeal to become 100% hairless for you SIR, and am sure i will enjoy and relish your hands carefully and meticulously rubbing over every nook and cranny, every cut. every striation, every slit on my body...in the event that a stray hair be found SIR, may i suggest that you have me pluck it out, after which i will bend over and expose my needle pock-marked butt (since i am on prolonged cycles, i usually opt for injectable roids, for example i shoot g-bol into my glutes 3 x week and as a result, my butt has become scarred from repeated shots, i wear my scars proudly) to receive the appropriate punishment for missing that stray hair(s) SIR. SIR, i hope that you will use heavy mineral oil as opposed to just posing oil or olive oil that some of my buds like to use before going onstage, or even spray 'pam'; most outdoor tanning oils or even baby oil i find do not have the viscosity that i crave for that really heavily oiled look that i like; in the summer when i am able to tan outdoors, i like the look and feel of mineral oil mixed with iodine, as it not only clings to the body better, but the iodine creates that deeper brown color instantaneously SIR. SIR it is nice to know that you favor 'copious amounts of greasy oil' and hope that in oiling my up, you will go through 1 or 2 bottles of oil SIR; i love the feel and also the smell of oil, and i often sweat like a pig, when doused with over generous amounts of oil, a good oiling should result in my sweat mixed with oil, pooling at our feet, creating our version of an oil slick SIR! SIR, i often douse my lycra pouch when i am tanning outdoors, saturating the fabric with enough oil to fuel a small third world country SIR, and the feel of the oil-saturated fabric pouch on my cock and balls is something i carve SIR! SIR i want and need to be a FREAK for you SIR, to be your MUSCLE FREAK boi SIR! SIR, freaky massive bodybuilder loaded with roids to grow as huge as inhumanly possible and i want to be so freaked out on juice that my mind is racing with nothing but thoughts of pumping even bigger and blowing myself up for you SIR, becoming the most massive freaked out roided bodybuilder to ever exist SIR!

your roided boytoy
royd

Royd, FUCK IT BUDDY, I AM WILD OVER THAT BACK SHOT OF YOU‏ Your golden tan, your super deep delineations, all that cascading oil has my own pouch jumping with joy, ultra hardness and a lascivious libido-. If anyone can get and keep you in line, I am sure I can. You shall remain hairless with steel-hard flesh as smooth as silk. I shall fill your pec channel and ab isles with a quart of enhanced mineral oil (the enhancement makes it even thicker, gummier and causes a squishing sound that is music to the ears-. As my obedient slave, I demand to see, watch. feel, taste and hear you at all times serve me with monumental and ever-growing muscles. Even with those needle-scared glutes, I want you to get those orbs so damn hard and slotted, they will be a challenge for my tongue and educated hands. Man, are we ever in sync and total accord. Pouch up, slave and present yourself to me in proper fashion. Best always, SIR

Royd, though I have never been deeply (no pun intended) into anal activity, with you I would the experience of probing and tonguing your anal cavity to the max, slurping your anal lips, salivating over your manly grunts and suctions, plying and kneading your rock-hard glutes and then driving my worshipping tongue even deeper into your anal orifice. All the while my fist would swing around frontally to squeeze and jack your super, ever-thickening slab of man meat. By now your lycra patch of protection would have been rendered asunder and fallen onto the sand in shatters. As I sucked deeper still into your rigid ass, a zephyr breeze of the angry sea would caress and lick your flexing, undulating and writhing body all over. See how you have opened new vistas and avenues of pleasure for me, my roided muscle ram?? Ah, so much to yet explore and so much to yet recount and express. Best always, SIR

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A true story.

After ballpumping for 4 hours at home, I then headed to the Gay Beach to ballpump one more hour in my jar at the beach. I found a nice spot on the cliffside right on the beach. After laying out my beach towel, I put my swollen balls and cock into the jar for more pumping. I like to post pics of my ballpumping online, so I took several pics of myself using the timer on my digital camera. Being an exhibitionist, my turn-on is to pump my ballsac big (14+ inches) and then wear a small pouched g-string that barely covers my swollen sac. So today after I took off the jar and cinched the sac to keep it big, I put on my white pouch g-string and poured water on the oil to make the material translucent. I began taking more pics. I wanted to take "full body" shots so I went down to the beach so I could be farther away from the camera and again used the timer. During my self "photo shoot" I noticed that a athletic built guy wearing a ballcap and dressed in a snug brown t-shirt and plaid boardshorts was cruising the cliffside and the ravine below the lighthouse. A guy from the beach would walk back into the ravine and he would follow. This happened several times with different guys, but they would all quickly walked back to the beach after a few minutes. By this time I was on the beach and when this athletic built guy came by I asked if he could take pics of me so I could post it online. He kindly agreed and took one pic.

"Could you take more right now?" I asked.

He replied, "Let me follow that nice guy back there into the ravine."

A few minutes went by, and they both came back out. He walked back to me.

Curiously I asked, "What are you doing back there?"

He smiled and explained, "I help guys get off by jerking or sucking them. But today there is this creepy guy following us back there and freaking us out. So everybody leaves. So now I have time to take more pics of you."

After a few more shots, we chatted about why I ballpump and offered him to feel my swollen sac. He put his hand over it and squeezed.

"Interesting," he said, "No one's around now, do you want go back there and help me get off?"

I had not done something this gay recently but eagerly I said, "Yes."

So we walked into the ravine, him leading the way. I was in my tank top and g-string, and when we got there he took off his cap and shirt and unzipped his shorts. Out came a nice 7" cock over a tight ballsac. I grabbed his cock but he said, "Please play with my nipples." He was taller than me so this made it easy when I began to lick and suck his right nipple while my right hand slick with my spit played with his left nip. He moaned as he jerked himself. He lifted my tank top and began to play with my nips too.

"You have fucking hot pecs," he said. This made me suck and pinch his nipples harder. "Please gently pinch my nips." he begged and stroked himself faster. While playing with his protruding nipples, I then pushed and humped my swollen ballsac, still in my gstring, against his right thigh. He moaned and began shooting ropes of thick cum on to the sand. Later I thought I should have caught some and rubbed it on my ballsac...mmm! I caressed his throbbing cock as we smiled at each other.

"If we are at the beach on the same day and you need help to get off, please feel free to ask me. I enjoyed that." I said to him.

"Yes, let's do this again," he agreed. After he got dressed, we walked back to the beach smiling as we went our separate ways.

Royd's Bathhouse Breeding

I was horny as hell when I got to my room at the baths, and through the open door across the hallway I found exactly what my fat loaded balls were aching for: a massively muscled guy lying motionless on the bed with his ass up and no rubbers in sight. It was the perfect omen for what I hoped would be a full night of breeding. I rushed into my room, tore my clothes off and headed straight across the hall without even my towel. The bodybuilder stirred when I slapped his round bubble butt with my fat dick. As I closed the door and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw something I hadn't noticed before - a stream of cum dripping from his hole to the mattress. Fucking Jesus! This was too fucking sweet! The guy started to get on his knees, but I pushed him back on his distended muscled belly. The sight and smell of all that spooge was intoxicating, and I wanted to make love to his muscle pussy with my tongue before I invaded him with my fat dick and spewed my own toxic juice up there. I felched a huge load and savored it like wine. I wanted to leave plenty to lube my fuck, but the thick, husky taste of man juice was just too sweet to pass up. I slurped another load with my tongue, turned him over and fed his mouth a juicy glob of cream. He sucked like a greedy little pig, and we passed the sweet seed back and forth in a hot, nasty kiss.

"Damn, fucker, you're hole is fucking SWEET! How many loads you got up there?"

"At least 10 or 11 Sir. Some guys came back and dumped more than one load. I love it, Sir, can't get enough. I hope you've got a big one for me Sir!"

Both my head and my dick were throbbing with white-hot lust. I was so fucking crazed that I didn't know what to do with this horny bitch muscle boy first. I fingered his raw cunt, which still felt pretty tight, and pulled out another fat wad of manseed. He sucked my finger, and we shared another sloppy kiss. What a fucking hot kisser! He looked in his late 40s, about 5-8 and 250 pounds, Asian American, with a handsome tanned face and full lips. Although we were about the same height, I had at least 10 years and a massive urge to fuck him over him, so I pinned him in my arms like a tiger on his prey. I usually don't care if my anonymous fucks get off when I breed 'em, but I knew this muscle boy was my kind of whore, and it was sweet to know that sliding my meat into his cunt and spewing my pozcum in his guts would satisfy both of us. His wet mouth clamped onto my pecs, and he sucked my huge nipples like a hungry baby. I felt like a prizefighter who just heard the bell for Round 1.

"Fuck yeah, boy, Sir's gonna pump and breed your bitch muscle cunt good! You're gonna get my first load of the night, baby, and it's gonna be fucking huge. I'm gonna refill all the sweet jizz I slurped from your pussy, and then some."

"Sir please fuck me, please! I've been waiting all day for you to come and make love to me! I need you Sir to fuck my pussy good!'

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! The nasty talk in was hot enough, but the way this fucker babbled like a whore in heat made me shiver. This was one of those rare, sweet encounters - when you find another sex-starved pig who truly shares not just your lust, but also your passion. This would be more than a hot fuck - I wanted to make love to this boy. Instead of flipping him over for a doggie-style fuck, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and locked eyes with him. I took a hit of Jungle Juice and aimed my rock hard dick at his hole, which was still dripping cum. FUCK! His cunt was so wet that my fat meat slipped all the way in with just one push. He let out a huge scream, which I quickly muffled with my hot tongue and some sweet nasty talk.

"Yes boy, I am in your ass. Ah, that ass! I want your ass, boy, want to make sure you feel all of me in your ass!"

When I pulled out a bit to start my rhythm, I saw hot cream coating my dick and oozing out of his stretched, hairless muscle twat. The ripe smell of cum mixed with poppers and sweat was overwhelming, and I fucked like a condemned man given one last pussy to rape before execution. I was babbling like a mad man, alternating curses of "You dirty, fucking whore!" and with moans of "Sir loves your sweet muscle pussy, makes my dick feel so good!" He pleaded for me to fuck and breed him as he slurped the sweat dripping off my muscles and fed it back to me with hot, wet kisses. Every time he pushed up to meet my thrusts, I could feel and smell cum seeping out of his hole. My only regret was that it couldn't go on forever. My fuse was lit even before we started, and I knew my first load would explode soon.

"OH BABY, BABY! SIR'S GONNA BREED YOUR SWEET PUSSY, BOY! YOU READY FOR FOR MY SEED, YOU FUCKING WHORE? HUH? HUH? YOU WANT IT? YEAH? OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK…. TAKE IT, MUSCLE BITCH! ARGHHHHH!!!"

I almost blacked out as I gripped this muscle boy and slammed him hard with my hips. Wave after wave of juice flowed out of my balls, spraying his insides with a thick coat of sweet poison. I stopped thrusting after a few seconds and used my fat dick to block my cum from leaking out. I collapsed on top of him, held him tight and whispered how much Sir loved his sweet muscle cunt. We kissed and made out while my load seeped deep inside his ass. After about five minutes, I pulled out. His pussy lips stayed tight, but I wanted to savor my work before I left, so I told him to push out. I had worked most of my jizz deep into his guts, but he managed to squeeze out some precious drops that I greedily licked. I fed it to his hungry mouth, and we locked in another juicy kiss. Normally I would have been ready for Round 2, but I wanted to shower, clear my head a bit and recharge my balls with another load for this boy, who deserved only my best. So I got up to leave and told him I would be back if he wanted more.

He smiled and kissed me, and I could still taste the sweet flavor of cum on his lips. "Thank you, Sir!"

I showered, went back to my room and saw that his door was closed. I fell on my bed and dozed off for about an hour. When I woke up, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. I heard his door open, so I went out into the hall, only to see a fully clothed guy checking into the room. I went back into my room, closed the door and read my boy's note.

"Thank you again, Sir, for juicing me up!"

I fell back on the bed with a smile. I was disappointed that he was gone, but he left me with a memory for life. I don't know his name, where he lives or whether I'll ever see him again. But even if I don't, I still get hard knowing that we shared so much more that was physically and emotionally rewarding in that one fuck than many people do in a lifetime. It was awesome.

The gorgeous face, the cute cheeky grin, the massive body, the huge friggin' glutes, does it get any better than Mr. Badell?!

Check out Gustavo getting oiled up. And the way he accentuates his muscle
butt when posing. Man oh man. Fantastic cut of them red posers! As if he wasn`t wearing anything at all (at least side shot seems so) Great symmetry, glutes and damn handsome, too! Has to watch out very carefully that his cock does not pop out of his posers. Gotta keep it flaccid or at most, semi-semi erect only! Love his incredibly shapely thighs. Great abs too! Amazing footage- especially the backstage and photo shoot. One very good looking massive perfect body! I should get a Ph.D. in tan applying and oiling so I would always get hired to work the pump room at these BB shows. I'd pay THEM to do that job! The idea of being able to lube up these guy's massive bodies with oil is almost too hot to imagine!

ART = OINK!

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ARNOLD PHOTO IS ICONIC TO ME... THE PHOTO SHOWS VISUALLY; A DOMINATE MAN WHO KNOWS HE IS IN CONTROL AND DESERVES TO BE GIVEN CONTROL BY HIS STUD BOY. BUT ALSO A MAN WHO KNOWS HE ONLY ACHIEVES THAT CONTROL BY THE BOYS EMPOWERMENT OF RESPECT, TRUST AND SHARED NEED TO COMPLETE THE CIRCLE OF MAN TO BOY, MASTER TO SLAVE OR COACH TO JOCK. IT IS NATURAL BASIC TO BOTH THE MAN AND HIS PUPIL, PIG OR BOY.

IT ALSO IMPARTS TO THE VIEWER WHAT IS EROTIC TO MY OWN CORE AND THE MAN/BOY/PIG WHICH I SEEK, THOSE LIKE ME WHO ARE STIMULATED SEXUALLY BY THE SCENT, TOUCH AND SOUND.

THE SCENT OF LEATHER FRESHLY WET FROM A STUD BEING RIDDEN, THE EROTIC SMELL OF FRESH BODY FLUIDS AND THE HYPNOTIC TASTE AND SCENT OF A CIGAR.

THE TACTUAL FEEL OF A BOY/MAN WHO FEELS LIKE THAT LEATHER ON THAT HORSE, WHICH IS WET, GREASY FROM SWEAT AND BODY FLUIDS.

THE MOMENTS OF POWER CONTROLLING HIS MOUNT, THE FEELING OF PUSHING HIS MOUNT TO THE BRINK OF SEXUAL EDGE, BREAKING HIS MOUNT TO OBEY, SEEK MORE FROM THE MAN WHO BROKE HIM.

feelin' blue

FUCKING HOT backstage

he did indeed look like a BULL as far as a customer was concerned

People were now going to pay to use him. His MASTER had decided to fit him with heavy silver rings in both tits and a matching nose ring drilled through his septum to enhance his new name BULL. That nose fitting hurt like hell and took a good two weeks to completely heal up, but, during that time, he was still getting used to the heavy collar and genital band he had also been fitted with at the same time. BULL had to agree, with the heavy band encasing his genitals, the slave tattoo on his arm, and all the new body fittings, he did indeed look like a BULL as far as a customer was concerned, especially when he was usually offered to the customer with a leash hooked to his nose ring for their convenience in leading him back from the main lobby, where they had a chance to look him over good before selecting him) to the bed in his room where they could do whatever they wanted with him.

BULL had seen his first slave just seven years ago, an extraordinarily handsome lad being led around butt naked for display by the town's mayor and biggest land owner. At the time, it never occurred to him he would end up being a slave himself, but here he was, nose and tit rings and all - and available for anyone to fuck who had a few pesos in their pocket. Collared and banded and on the block sparkling clean and glistening with slave oil all over his nude body, he tried his best to present himself to get the best price. BULL was a sensation due to his bleached blond hair and Asian features as well as his huge manhood almost always erect nowadays due in part to the very tight fitting brass band around his genitals. His ass and throat was usually sore from all the use he got, but he was able to unload his balls periodically so he couldn't complain too much. Besides, it was flattering to be so desired that men would pay big bucks to enjoy his body.

"Royd, I'm headed to the beach today...wish you could join me. I'll keep you on the edge"

damn SIR...you made me rock hard thinking of you at the beach in the back dunes, i would love to have been there, would be fucking fully shaved, pumped straight from the gym, my cock restrained with 2 heavy shiny cockrings, my balls stretched with my 2" heavy steel ball stretcher, my 000g pa clinking on my ball stretcher announces my whereabouts as i trek in to the dunes from the parking lot, sweating heavily from the humidity i arrive at the dunes, i would stuff my rock hard cockringed and ball stretched package into a fucking uber miniscule dore very-low-cut, push-up front, yellow g-string, waiting for you SIR!

"I want you to pump and pose for me in that tiny yellow g-string of yours. When your muscles are fully engorged and bloated, I'd turn you around and sink a syringe of D-Bol into your glute muscle. Then, I'd reach a couple of fingers between your hard ass cheeks and slide that string away from your cunt. I'd spit into my fist and lube my hard shaft and then thrust into your waiting hole. While you felt the roids moving through your veins, giving you a muscle-rush, I'd keep pumping your ass (it belongs to me anyway) while I twist your nips. Wanna cum for me?"

SIR, if you're gonna fuck me, my motto is "do it rough, do it hard and breed / seed deep!" is there any other way? my muscle-kunt needs stretching, and a brutally rough fuck would do it, i live for a deep hard pounding, don't give a DAMN if i'm enjoying it or not, grab my needle-scarred muscle ass, ram my muscle-manhole, stretch it open, punishing it until you think i can't take any more, but that's just the beginning. when i begin to show the pain, that's when to really give it to me, violently, mercilessly rape my muscle-manchute, take me past the pain, past the damage, to that exquisite feeling of being a nothing more than your juiced muscle fuck pig, then flood my muscle-manhole with a huge thick load, make me know that i've been taken by a real man, a superior MUSCLE NASTER like you, make me verbally acknowledge it that i'm here for your pleasure, made to suffer for your pleasure and survived it, definitely long for you to give my freshly juiced muscle-ass a good workout, when i'm in full-on pig mode, there's nothing hotter than a real hardcore all out grudge fuck, nothing but spit and sweat for lube and your raw cock slamming into my manhole with as much force as possible, love taking it like that, rough fucks make cum hard. "Does that hurt? Good! Now shut the fuck up!" pound me out please!

I was his animal now.

Backing off he said I made one fine looking animal and lifting my head he said he had one more thing to do to me. Picking up a big strange looking needle he lifted my head telling me to close my eyes. Then he held my nose and I felt this sharp pain in my nose and he began feeding a ring through my nose. Backing off he said I made one fine looking animal. Holding up a mirror for me to see myself I saw this big stainless steel ring through the fleshy part of my nose between the nostrils. Hooking a small clip to it he showed me how simple it would be now to lead me around after him. To show me how well it worked he led me over to the bail of hay on the other side of the barn. Then he said he was so pleased with me he was going to show me how he felt about me. Dropping his coveralls and bending me over the hay bail spreading my cheeks his wonderful cock sank into my body as his hands began playing with my nipples. As he filled my ass with his cum I forgot the pain of the piercing of my nose for my ring. I was now his full service beast. I was his animal now.

No other bodybuilder hits the stage looking quite as tanned and quite as shiny!

He must get through buckets of oil a week. Oh to be the guy who applies it to his person! Truly, wonderfully, gorgeously MASSIVE!! A god amongst mere mortals. Oh yeah! Godlike he certainly is. Eye-popping, wood-inducing shoulder muscles. Oh shit.... I am just blown away by his wide...massive...bulging...traps and delts! Throb, throb, throb! Looks like he has a hard on as well pumping his muscles.

How do you make it known to guys you want cum in your ass at the beach?

Answer as many as you like.

o I wear a sleazy thong or cut a hole in my swimsuit's seat.

o I jerk off in the open and finger my hole.

o I keep my ass lubed and let them feel it.

o I make sure others can see me get barebacked and take loads.

o I lay on my stomach with my ass up, where others can see me.

o I approach guys and ask them to seed my ass.

o I make sure cum is visible on my hole.

o I walk or cruise around showing my raw hole by bending over or spreading my cheeks.

o I just sit on any hard raw cock I can find, and ride it until I know they will shoot in me.

o I top someone bareback, then ask them to cum inside me.

SIR make me your muscle pig hole

SIR IF YOU ARE LOOKIN 4 AN AGRESSIVE MUSCLE BIG NIPPED BOTTOM WITH A DEEP, SLOPPY HOLE...i here!

Bull tits musclepig needs loads for my mancunt, total butch muscleman ass pig love my hole used and abused and filled with as many cum loads as possible. Total ass pig with huge man pussy lips. Want my asshole to look like a cum filled drippin cunt

Fuck SIR, freak out my hole and make my asslips drag to the floor and then chew on them! i'm a hot mother fuckin muscle cunt, let me be your hole SIR, fill me from both ends, i want to be a cum dump!

SIR make me your muscle pig hole, where you can piss and cum in...oink...work these pigtits SIR, especially by a matured BIG NIPPED muscular shaved nip-pig aggressive DAD totally obsessed with tits and looking for hot masc guys for tit-play of all kinds.

SIR i know you love to work a guy's huge hungry tits till he's writhing and moaning and begging for more and have same done to your huge hard chest-dicks. You are the world's best nasty top for a tit-slave craving training and humiliation. i can pose/lay back and let you work my nips SIR!

Never Too Big Royd!

I sat in the second row at a recent bodybuilding show that Royd was guest posing at and as there was no one around me on my side of the auditorium, I felt myself up the whole time while staring at his mammoth bod. Yeah, Royd is a terrific poser. It's even better that he's bloated from all the roids he takes. It really adds to his look and persona onstage. After this show, he increased to his roidgut and for his next show, he looked even more terrific.

Royd is the next star, a star narcissist...narcissist: Has a grandiose sense of self-importance; is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance; requires excessive admiration (i.e. unreasonable expectations of favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his expectations); has a sense of entitlement; shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes.



Duh?! The whole BB industry serves this common psychological need. And the Industry is huge! It's better taking roids than getting obese/lazy ? It may be narcissist but it's reality! That is one beautiful man right there, HUGE and incredible sex appeal...I love bodybuilding and I hope the men get bigger and bigger, like Royd.

I long for the day when Mr. Olympia contestants are all a minimum 300 pounds. I don't care if they ruin their health or die early in order to get that big, just as long as they keep getting bigger and bigger. As long as they get big, I get hard.

Love that muscle roid gut, why do so many people (including me) love that gut? HGH + insulin causes cellular and organ growth, and when the muscles present in most of these guys constricts, it's growth and it can only go in one direction -> out the abdomen, yeah and it's so hot.



Steroids make monsters not big men! Steroids turn these men into real life monsters, be engorged. Bodybuilders' physiques can be impressive, but the REAL challenge is to build your body WITH juice. Luv drug enhanced!

Never Too Big Royd!

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roidgutted + minimal poser = OINK!

Gustavo Badell aka the Roidin' 'Rican, (born November 3, 1972 in Venezuela) is an IFBB professional bodybuilder.
Current residence: Las Vegas, NV
Family: Wife Jessica, Son Gustavo Jr., Daughter Barbie Ann
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Competition weight: 245 lb.
Offseason weight: 260-265 lb.
Upper arm circumference: 21.5 in

It was then I noticed the blue micro g-sting on Royd

The last lap of “dishonor” proved barren as the rocky outcrops and dense bushes behind the beach. I was standing on the cliff top watching as the late summer rays bathed the enormous harbor headlands in shades of gold and amber. A figure appeared seemingly from nowhere. He climbed down the small rock wall I was standing on and strode along the large flat surface of the old battlement defenses. I had never seen such a God-like creature in all my life. His strong and heavily muscled body moved surprisingly with intense coiled strength and fluidity. He stopped and just stood there, silent, motionless. I drank his body in, the jet black hair cut to look like a marine, his broad shoulders, nut brown flawless skin, massive arms, chiseled pendulous pecs with huge, pierced nipples, and that deliciously distended, muscled roidgut. It was then I noticed the blue micro g-sting. It was part of him, molded to every shape curve and protrusion to perfection. The pouch barely containing its precious wares, the tiny side straps running up over the perfectly formed hip before plunging lost between the crevice of a gluteus maximus that only Tom of Finland could have created! Strong, heavily muscled legs supported this divine apparition. Every slight movement in his torso tightened the powerful leg muscles making them protrude and become more defined. I watched and observed. He didn’t know I was there so was unguarded and at ease. Touching his body parts from time to time, adjusting the pouch, a play with a nipple or a running a finger down from the canyon of his enormous pecs down to the top of the pouch of his g-string. I was transfixed. I wanted a g-string like that. Like some magic coat, if I wear it, would it transform me into a Muscle God like this? I plucked up courage climbed down the rock wall and walked up to him. I said something deep and profound like, “Nice g-string. What brand is it?” In a deep resonating voice replied that he had made it from an old string tank top! Almost unable to control myself and not wanting to disgrace myself, I moved on.

I needed to touch him, just once, feel his skin, see the g-string up close and drink in his muscularity and masculinity. Indeed a super heroic Muscle God! The sand dunes had not been giving. The constant noise of the planes taking off from the nearby airport was driving me to distraction and I had been lying there for some time and only a rag tag group of desperate guys cruised by. I was hot, bothered and about to join them! I threw my back pack over my shoulder and headed toward my car. I crossed the sandy track and was about to leave the embrace of thick bushes and sandy hollows, then I saw the vision again. He was lying in a small dip some 4 to 5 feet away. He was on all fours and was spreading his towel. I followed the path that cut around some bushes behind him. I could see him adjusting the corners of his towel near his head. From behind I saw everything. He was unaware of my presence and I lingered. It was that red g-string again! His huge powerful legs were slightly apart. They seemed to accentuate his big muscular ass cheeks and I could see the almost non existent back of his g-string stretching over the most perfectly formed hole I had seen. Below, his balls were barely contained in the flimsy fabric. The fabric was stretched so much by his cock that I could see the shaft and smooth ball sack under the pouch. Metal cockrings reflected the sunlight that was shining directly onto him. He seemed to stretch his back, arching his lower back, pushing his buttocks even higher and slightly wider.The hole seemed to devour the strap as it stretched tighter across it. I could see it twitching in and out as the strap teased it more and more. By this time I had worked my way closer and closer around the clump of bushes and still out of his sight. He turned over on to his back and started applying suntan oil. His body shining in the late afternoon light. It aroused him and the pouch could not contain him. He worked his hands down his roidgutted abs, then back around his pecs, pausing to stroke his nipples. The effect was instant as his cock lifted the pouch and burst out the top. He kept stroking his nipples with one hand while exploring his body with the other. I watched transfixed. His movements quickened, he rolled his hips up and down. Between his slightly spread legs I could see his frenzied hole working on the strap. Opening and closing completely devouring the strap, wrapping its lips around the straining sting. He pulled out his cock and started stroking his hard, hard fuck meat. His whole body writhed and jerked in a frenzy as he emptied the entire contents of his balls all over himself, the white juice oozing down his between his pecs, neck, abs and about everywhere else. Silently and at the same time I emptied my load into my hot dry sand. Watching him thrilled me, pure, erotic and sensual....it was so close and unattainable or would it be?

seeing royd @ a bath house

The pool at my the bath house was packed. The crowd was mostly older muscled guys. It was hot and humid, like it gets in Florida during the summer. I was wearing a fairly conservative Speedo. All the other guys were wearing loose fitting swimsuits that came down to their knees. I looked up from the book I was reading and noticed an uber muscled Asian guy entering the pool area. He was wearing some very abbreviated white almost see thru spandex gym shorts which really showed off his incredibly tanned, hairless muscular legs. As he walked past me to sit at the only empty lounge chair unoccupied, I noticed the obscene bulge of his shorts. All of my attention was on him, but I tried to pretend that I was still reading my book. He spread a thick white towel over his selected chair and I expected him to lay down. I almost gasped out loud when I saw him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and start to slide them down. He was wearing the tiniest swimsuit I'd ever seen a guy wear in public. It was a yellow g-string. He didn't act modest at all, not even when a few wolf whistles and giggles erupted around the pool. I couldn't believe how skimpy his g-string was or that he'd had the nerve to wear it. It couldn't have been any wider than 1/4 of an inch on the sides and the micro pouch was so narrow and brief that I realized he'd had to be shaved to wear it. His bulge was inhumanly huge and looked to me like it was straining to break free of its spandex confines. Then he began oiling himself, more like dousing his freakishly muscled body, including saturating his pouch with enough oil that "oil slick" flashed across my mind. His suit was obviously unlined for I could see the head of his dick quite clearly through it, and it looked like not only did he have a thick chrome cockring on, but he was also pierced, with what looked like a huge ring though his cockhead. His ass was gorgeous. Even from a few seats away I could see the depth of his crack. Instead of laying down, he walked over to my side of the pool to step into the cool water. His very pronounced, very visible bulge moved side to side with each step. I quit pretending to read and kept my eyes glued at the heavily stretched and impossibly miniscule amount of yellow fabric between his legs. He had to know that I was staring at him. Probably everyone there was staring at him as well.

i need the first, third and fifth place winners to fuck me backstage!

"you've covered all of my j/o fantasies, man."

"Oh, fuck - man - just to know you've jacked to my profile just like I've jacked to yours - such a fuckn honor! For me, that's the ultimate male approval. And your blogs - jesus! It's like you've shared everyone of my fantasies - from the bloated out roid bod to the male muscle clit to the huge obscene tits - you've covered all of my j/o fantasies, man."

THANKS! - royd

I chose the "enhanced" route for 2 reasons.

First, I was overweight and wanted to get big like the pros and didn't believe that I could do it naturally.

Secondly, I wanted to compete and knew that all the others were on and I would have to use to be competitive.

royd, i am muscle in chastity, i've been wearing a CB3000 for two years straight...no orgasm at all, and my MUSCLE MASTER will never allow me to again, there is no pain at all unless you try to get hard.

what happens when i get morning wood? it just hurts and doesn't get erect, there´s no possibility to reach my tool, no chance to get any satisfaction...just everything firmly packed up...

I tried a Cialis the other day, just for the fun of it. I heard that it produced a monster of an erection, and from my experience I can tell you it works. Before you go out and grab a pill from a friend, make sure to get an Ok from your doctor. I checked with my doctor first and even though I do not have ED, I wanted a porn star experience. One hour after taking the pill my cock was as large as it’s ever been, the drug works by opening the arteries in your penis and my cock filled and enlarged with blood like never before. It was huge, at least huge for me. It was a beautiful day so I headed down to the beach. It was in the low seventies, so I went for a run along the beach for approximately two miles in my signature posers while I still sported my huge erection.



I got some fantastic looks from people who appreciate a muscular male body in full bloom. One thing is for sure, if you are into wearing a thong or g-string or bikini and you want till fill your suit to the max, this is the answer. Many guys in the porn business that are young and healthy use it, but I think the next time I am at a bath house with a pool, I will make it a day of tanning and sex and showing of my cock in it's largest form in one of my micro posers. If it's big and hard, it might as well be on display.

Royd looks at himself in the mirror. He can clearly remember getting the shot from SIR last night, not wanting it, not wanting to grow more, and then getting that feeling the shots always give him. It embarrasses him to think about it. Getting hard in front of SIR, talking about loving his muscles, feeling so turned on about the shot making him grow like this, actually standing there and cumming right in front of SIR. He remembers the rest of the evening, doing poses, flexing, acting like some kind of totally nasty kid in love with getting big muscles and getting a huge cock, showing off his body, letting SIR play with it, God, he can hardly even think about what he did. So embarrassing.

Turning over in the bed, feeling the thickness and heaviness of his body, bigger than when he went to sleep, and the meat of his dick and balls flopping as he turns. Getting up, going to the mirror. Holy shit. Last night he looked like a very muscular 48 year old with some hair from his belly button down, some hairs sprinkled on his pecs, and a cock that felt big at the time, hanging about 7 inches soft and boning up to a thick 10 inches. Now he's looking at a guy, him, that looks like a real, hardcore bodybuilder, totally hairless from nose to toes.

Walking to the mirror, his smooth legs have to roll around each other because they are so thick. His arms are sticking out from his sides, and under them his lats flair out. His muscles are defined fiber by fiber under his skin, and veins have popped out all over while he slept. His pecs, so thick and wide they stick out and fold over his ribs, have the sheen of a totally denuded look all across them, from his pubes to his pecs, just like he remember SIR telling him it would be. And his cock hangs heavy, swinging over a pair of egg-sized balls, it's fat, wide, completely soft, at least at first, and must be a foot long.

By the time he gets to the mirror, he's already getting hard. He's embarrassed by looking so big. Shit, how can he still go in public looking like this? But somehow, in spite of his embarrassment, it turns him on. He flexes an arm. Whoa! It must be like 18, 19 inches! Now his cock is completely hard, arching up from his hairlessly smooth pubes, and he remembers the doctor telling him he was going to make it grow to 20 inches. He feels his hair-free pecs and his deeply cut abs and strokes the 20 inches of super-sensitive meat, almost like it's someone else's body, even though the intensely sensual feelings are definitely his own. When he cums, it rocks him. He clenches and explodes with a feeling he's never had before, a kind of masculine power, strong, hot, and so mind-numbingly erotic that nothing exists except the body he's looking at and his orgasm, surging euphoric sexual pleasure.

But then it's over, and he showers, shaves his his head and eyebrows, and all he can think about is going out in public so big. His cock will show big time. So will these balls that are so big now. He's dressed, looking at himself, and outside his room SIR is calling for him to come out, and he knows he's going to have to get another shot, and what it's going to do, and he is so embarrassed he wants to hide, to run away.

He can't believe SIR is making him wear these clothes. Even if there are a few other guys going through the same thing, it doesn't ease how incredibly embarrassed he feels. The shorts SIR has given him fit like skin. There's no underwear under them, or lining, and the white material stretches so thin, it clings to him and shows every curve and bulge of muscle, and, most embarrassing, they go deep into his butt and around his package so every detail of it shows. The material is so thin, he can almost see through it. The smoothness of his pubes shows through. He can see each ball, packed up front because his thick legs push everything forward. He can see the curve of his dick coiled up in front of them, lying sort of off to the side, the rim of the head clearly defined, the whole thing just so fat and big and obvious. The legs of the shorts ride so high on his thighs that they make the bulge of his meat look even bigger, and the waist is cut really low that his hairless pubes are spilling out over the top. The T shirt they've given him barely reaches his waist and fits as tight as the shorts. The sleeves barely cover his delts. There's at least six inches of abs showing between shirt bottom and shorts top. This is his uniform now, his and the other three guys, and he can't believe he has to wear it. He looks so, so musclebound. He doesn't want to be so muscle-bound. How did he end up as one of the guys to test this stuff? Why had he offered himself up to SIR for this project? Why did he have to be here in this tiny Australian town, anyway, stuck and being made to go through this? He feels a tear fall onto his cheek.

"Come on, Royd."

SIR is out there with another shot. He has to come out.

"Please SIR," he pleads when he comes out. "Not again. Look at me already. This is so embarrassing."

But SIR just ties the latex tourniquet around his arm. Royd feels his stomach lurch like at the top of a roller coaster. Every time it gets more intense, every time, no matter how much he tries to fight the feelings, he knows it will take him over, even how he feels. The panic grips him, but another thrill shocks him in the groin, and he knows as the vein is being tied off that something in him is excited. He wants to pull his arm away, but he can't. It wouldn't have done any good, but he can't anyway. He feels another tear fall and turns his head away as he feels the needle go into his vein, then the familiar heat of the formula spreading, invading his cells, flooding his mind.

SIR is saying, "Tell me when you feel it, Royd." He's sinking and rising at the same time, and his body is starting to vibrate, tingle, that electric, sexual feeling.

"Yeah, okay, I feel it SIR." He hears the words coming out, and the deep resonance of his voice surprises him.

"Does is feel good, Royd?" SIR asks him.

"Aww, fuck, yes SIR!" he replies as he feels it turning more intense and more erotic, like just standing there in his body is a sexual experience.

"You know I have to make your muscles bigger, don't you Royd?"

And all he can do is answer. "Yes SIR, aww, fuck, yes SIR, I know SIR."

He can feel his body now like never before, the size of his muscles he's grown, the size of his cock and balls in his shorts, and the size feels so unbelievable. This is the feeling he doesn't want, but it's overpowering him and becoming the only thing he can think of. His muscles are so huge already, and his cock, and balls, and, damn that shit SIR is putting in him, it's starting to feel good again.

"You don't really mind it now, do you Royd? You don't really mind growing huge muscles, do you? You like it, don't you? Can you feel the formula in you now, working? Can you feel it going in, changing you?"

He can feel it. He can feel it reorganizing him from his cells out, and knowing what it's doing to him is turning him on, exciting him, even while his mind is struggling to resist sinking completely into it, fighting and losing. But it feels so good, why fight? Why not just let go, go with it. He has no choice, anyway.

"Yes SIR, I feel it. You know I do SIR." So what if people stare at him, he starts to think. It's not like he can help what they're doing to him. He reaches up and feels the thick mass of his pecs, remembering what they looked like in the mirror, and he can feel his cock stiffening.

"Why don't you pull down those shorts, before you get them all messed up, Royd?"

He pulls them down below his balls without stopping to wonder. His cock stiffens, springs up, arching toward his abs, so thick and heavy, oh God, so long, so fucking hot to have such a big fucking cock.

"Did we get it to the 20 inches we hoped, I wonder?" SIR hands him a tape measure, and Royd watches himself measuring it, his manhood, subsuming everything else as they both focus on its size.

"Only 18 inches Royd? Well, no matter, after today's infusion, it'll reach fully 12 inches in length, at least. Now the circumference looks good," SIR says, as he pulls the tape around its girth. "Already 20 inches. It is going to make you quite the stud, isn't it?"

Waves of sexual arousal are sweeping over and through him now, and he watches his cock start to jerk, imagines it growing that big.

"Oh, fuck, SIR." he manages to say.

"Go ahead, Royd. Let it go. You're gonna be one huge muscle boy, aren't ya, Royd? Huge, massive, muscle-manboy with a huge cock. Makes you feel hot, doesn't it."

Royd is thinking about how hot he feels now, feeling his lats, so thick under his huge arms, he legs so thick they push apart even while they squeeze against each other, his pecs, so wide and thick, sticking out so much. Fucking musclebound! He knows he's going to be made to go to the store, and all day while he's walking around, people are going to stare at him, at how huge his muscles are, how thick he is, how big his cock is, and his balls, how his uniform shows everything.

God, he feels so hot now, so turned on. Fuck he loves how they're making him grow, turning him into a freak, a total freak, nothing but a freak, huge fucking freak. He imagines how he's going to feel, getting bigger, thicker, walking around town, feeling so massive, growing while they all watch, getting SO massive, his cock probably twice as big, even soft, showing his big prickhead, everyone looking at him, aww, fuck he wants it so bad now, and SIR is still forcing more formula into his vein, and he feels so hot all over, every cell of him is alive and sexual.

Fuck, so sexual, so hot, so HUGE, growing, bigger, so much bigger, awww, fuck, so fucking huge and thick, so massive, so hot, so hot, so UUuuunnnnhhhhh! His cock sprays cum as SIR slides out the needle. His orgasm grips him in waves of unbelievable pleasure. He shoots for a full minute. Finally, he's able to bring his focus back. SIR hands him a towel and he wipes down his incredible prick, staring at it with complete adoration as it softens. He pulls his shorts back up, arranges it with his balls. God, are they already bigger, or is he just really loving how big they are now. He begins to move his incredible body, one rolling step at a time, feeling his arms swing against his lats, a huge, cocky grin on his handsome face, heading for the door, thinking about the looks he's going to get when he stops at the country store.

into massive bodybuilders.

Size addict here, zero limits, freakier and huger the better.

Also into uber minimal posers.