12.30.08

happy ROIDED 2009

What People Say About Royd Roided

"Royd is so massive he doesn't even look human - he looks more like some sort of cartoon super hero caricature, you know those Musclehedz cartoons!"

What People Say About Royd Roided

"I saw Royd up close, in person a couple years ago and my eyeballs nearly popped out of my head!"

What People Say About Royd Roided

"Royd "The FREAK" Roided is one of the biggest bodybuilders, inch for inch, that I have ever seen."

dressed for gym

markus + me

nasty kinky matured asian-american bodybuilder pig boy

Nasty kinky matured asian-american bodybuilder pig boy

looking for S I R to use and modify me

in the extreme, H U G E obsession for S - I - Z - E,

the BIGGER i get,

the more power and control you have over me,

make me into your PERVERTED MUSCLE FREAK

and show me off publicly at a national level bodybuilding contest,

with the goal to earning my PRO card,

totally shaved from my neck down,

sporting a bleached platinum blond mohawk,

so deeply tanned that i would look like leather,

forced to squeeze into an uber miniscule poser

that not only would contrast startlingly with my tan,

but the thin fabric pouch would barely be able to contain

my cock-ringed and ball-stretched,

obscenely siliconed,

mega-huge cock and balls,

with my 0000g PA blatantly obvious,

the pouch dipping so low

that not only could everyone see that i am shaved hairless

or that i'm wearing a thick donut chrome cockring,

but that the vacuumed marks left by the monster-tube

would be visble to the audience seated in the last row,

with the back of the posers resembling more like a g-string,

so that everyone can see my rock hard muscled ass,

pockmarked and scarred with innumerable needle marks

from the massive and repeated shots of roids

i have begged for you to have injected in me,

the floss back string barely able to disguise

the huge butt plug you have made me wear for a week,

sweat dripping profusely from my forehead,

onto the 000g circle ring piercing my septum,

before continuing down by bull-neck,

sans my thick-chain-link collar

as no jewellery is allowed onstage,

onto my heaving, oiled, pec-implanted pecs,

coursing down my cigar-thick, thumb-sized pumped, banded, siliconed nips,

the sweat and oil clinging momentarily from the 00g circle rings

you had installed at the end of each of my nips,

the droplets of oily sweat would make a fall

before hitting my massive distended and muscled roidgut,

before soaking the pouch of my posers,

when i hear my name announced to go onstage!