4.29.2009

100 bodybuilders were surveyed


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

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

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

drugs other than anabolic steroids used by athletes

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

side effects associated with steroid use

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

Age distribution of steroid users

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

Duration of steroid use

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

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

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

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

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

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

It appears that you may need more in-depth training



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4.28.2009

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


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

4.10.2009

MAN, now that's LIFE, Royd


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

4.02.2009

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


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

3.31.2009

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


this was sent to me:

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

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

3.09.2009

Roided Muscle for Hire

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

“Royd, here.”

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

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

“Please hold for Mr. Jones.”

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

“Good morning, Mr. Roided.”

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

“Yeah, you’ve got Roided.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…huh…”

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

“Please . . . sir . . .”

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

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

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

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

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

“And then some, Mr. Jones.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.

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

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

“Thanks again, Jonsey-boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.18.2009

hooded






2.17.2009

ROYD the muscle sub


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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I got there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lat spread."

"Side chest."

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

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

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

"Abdominals and thigh!"

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

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

"Thank you. Exit to your right."

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

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

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

2.14.2009

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

i posted this on the net:

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

and here are some responses:

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


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


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


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

COACH took the micro suit away from me


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


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


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

2.09.2009

02.09.09 had a date this weekend with a bodybuilder


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

2.01.2009

02.01.09 TOTAL BODY PUMP

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

1.30.2009

01.30.09 “And you want to get bigger”


Dr. Mesmir was not surprised to see the name of his next appointment. His clientele were often the famous from actors to athletes. The sought his near-miraculous help for anything from addiction to performance improvement. He smiled as he read the name.

“Royd Roided”

He called the patient into his office, smiling as he took in the handsome matured Asian bodybuilder with the stunningly muscled body. After the usual greetings were completed, Dr. Mesmir asked simply,

“What is it I can do for you Royd?”

The bodybuilder looked into the doctor’s face and replied, “I want to get bigger. There are upcoming contests and I need to get bigger for them. I am a professional bodybuilder and I seem to have hit a plateau that I can’t break. I figured that you could help me break through that mental barrier”. He flexed his tanktop-clad torso for emphasis.

Dr. Mesmir smiled, “I can do that, but the question is whether or not you are willing...or to put it more succinctly, how far are you prepared to go to achieve your goals?”

Royd grinned back. “I won’t commit murder, but other than that, am prepared to do anything. You don’t get as far as I have without some sacrifice”. Here, he lifted his massive arm and flexed, his sculpted bicep swelling to max peak. “This didn’t come from cutting corners, Doc. This came from giving up a lot of what other people take for granted, like going out for drinks or buffets or skipping workouts etc. I have sacrificed time and effort to build my body, so what you’re asking isn’t exactly a foreign concept.”

Dr. Mesmir admired the flexed arm. “Yes, you are quite right, of course. Well, if you are prepared to go under hypnosis then I think we can do something”.

Royd put his arm down and leaned forward. “Will I be “out” or will I be aware?” he asked.

Dr. Mesmir said, “You will be conscious throughout the procedure.” This was a lie, but the Doctor figured it didn’t matter as Royd wouldn’t know until it was over. “But, I need to get your conscious mind out of the way in order for me to break the barriers that you are experiencing”.

Royd smiled and said, “Yeah, that is what I figured. My conscious mind is somehow interfering with my goals and that is why I thought that hypnosis might help. And, well...you are the man with the rep!” he laughed, his white teeth flashing.

“Yes, I am very much that” Dr. Mesmir laughed back. “If you are ready, let’s get started...come into my treatment room”

Royd followed the doctor into a golden green room that was instantly relaxing, the ions and atmosphere perfectly balanced. He felt it as soon as he walked in. The doctor indicated a very comfortable looking chair and Royd sat in it.

“Ready?” Dr. Mesmir asked.

“Yes”

“Then we begin....” and Dr. Mesmir began a soothing monologue, quiet, relaxing, the words and sentences repeating, folding in and back on each other, the cadences forming a counter pattern that complimented and enhanced the subtle instructions for sleep. It wasn’t long before Royd’s eyes grew heavier and the lids began to lower. Slowly, his head fell forward onto his chest. Dr. Mesmir did not break his patterns for a good ten minutes extra, to ensure that the bodybuilder was well and truly asleep.

“Royd....can you hear me?” he asked

“Yes”

“Good. Open your eyes and sit up straight, but remain in deep sleep until I wake you” the doctor said softly.

Royd’s muscles flexed beneath his tight tank top as he sat up and opened his eyes.

“Royd, you want to achieve your goals, don’t you?

“Yes”

“You said you would do anything to achieve them, is that true?”

“Yes” Royd nodded for emphasis

“Good. Now, you can’t achieve your goals because your conscious mind interferes, right?”

“Right”

“So we need to make it so that it cannot interfere, correct?”

“Yes”

“I want you to picture a carved box, very thick, very strong, made of the densest wood.”

“Okay”

“Now, I want you to put your conscious mind into that box”

“Okay” Royd’s face registered concentration. “It is in”

“Good, now close the box and take the key beside it and lock the box” the doctor told him.

“Okay” Royd made motions as if closing and locking a box.

“Good. Now, give me the key” Mesmir ordered

Royd handed over the invisible key.

“Can you open the box?”

“No”

“Try to open it, Royd” the doctor ordered.

Royd went through the motions of trying to open the box, digging in his fingers trying to pry the lid off, his sculpted torso flexing with the effort, but finally stopped, “I -I can’t”

“Good. Now, you can’t hear your conscious mind anymore, can you?”

“N...n...no” Royd looked puzzled, lifting his arms as if lifting a box to his ear

“And that is good because....because why?”

“It interferes” Royd said promptly.

“Right! So, now it cannot interfere, can it?”

“No!” Royd grinned happily

“Instead of your conscious mind, you will now listen to and obey me because that is why you came here”

“Um..yeah” Royd said

“You came for help, right?”

“Yeah”

“I can only help you if you always obey me”

“Okay” Royd said, relinquishing his control to the doctor.

“Good. As long as you obey me, you will achieve your goals” Dr. Mesmir said.

“Great!” Royd smiled and the doctor once again admired his patient's handsome good looks.

“Royd, I want you to prove to yourself that your conscious mind cannot make itself heard”

“Okay”

“You are proud of your body, aren’t you?”

“Yes” Royd flexed and smiled

“You aren’t shy about showing it off, are you?”

Royd grinned impishly. “Nope”

“Then take off your clothes and stand naked in front of me”

Royd’s face registered resistance for a brief instant but went blank and he stood up, peeled off his tight tank, slid off his sandals and shorts and poser which was more like a g-string, then stood gloriously naked before the doctor. Mesmir look over the bodybuilder with detailed interest, noting the superbly developed muscles, huge, pumped and rock hard.

Dr. Mesmir ran his hands over Royd’s pecs, down his abs, and back up, tweaking Royd’s thumb-sized pierced nipples. Royd looked surprised, but otherwise didn’t react.

“Royd, I want you to flex your muscles as I touch them” Mesmir said. Royd smiled knowingly, proudly.

Mesmir began to slowly stroke Royd’s forearms, feeling the bodybuilder flexing and tensing the muscles. Up the biceps, which swelled under the doctor’s touch. The shoulders and pecs striated as Mesmir’s hands glided over them, as did the back muscles as the doctor moved behind the athlete. Down the back to the bubble-butt hard glutes, which hardened further under Mesmir’s hands. He rubbed his face into the warm muscled butt, his hands kneading Royd’s magnificent calves. His tongue flicked across the smoothly shaved striated ass as he stood up.

As he reached around Royd from behind, over Royd’s flexing abs, downwards to his cock, Dr. Mesmir said, “Does that feel good, Royd?”

“Yeah”

Mesmir fondled the bodybuilder's shaved heavy cock and balls. Royd’s muscles flexed as if he was going to move his arms to stop Dr. Mesmir, but didn’t.

“Royd...has a man ever touched your cock?”

“NO!” Royd said with emphasis, yet not resisting Mesmir’s slow fondling.

“But it feels good, right? What I am doing?”

“Y...yeah.” Royd replied, less certain.

“It is a beautiful cock, Royd” The bodybuilder smiled and relaxed.

“If the box was opened and your consciousness returned, what would happen?”

“I would break your fucking arms” Royd replied calmly.

“But you won’t do that because you can’t open the box, right?” Mesmir asked, his hands now cupping Royd’s huge pecs.

“Right”

“Good” Dr. Mesmir moved back in front of the muscle man.

“Now you are going to kiss me as passionately as you know how to” Dr. Mesmir ordered. Royd moved forward fluidly, his powerful arms encircling the doctor, pulling him closer. Royd’s handsome face moved toward the doctor, their lips met and Royd began kissing deeply, tongue working the doctor’s mouth, his lips locked on Mesmir’s mouth. Mesmir ran his hands down Royd’s rippling back, over the rock hard glutes, and back up. The doctor's cock got very hard against his pants, and Royd’s own crotch unabashedly ground into the doctor’s erection.

Royd stopped and stood back, his cock a little thicker and harder than before.

“Did you enjoy that, Royd?”

“Yes” Royd replied.

“I want to you get a hard on” Dr. Mesmir said simply. “The biggest, hardest hardon you have ever had”

Royd’s cock got harder and longer, thickening and growing until it was fully erect. Dr. Mesmir admired the bodybuilder's meat, so perfectly framed between Royd’s massive thighs. He licked his lips...then reached out and gently fondled the rock hard meat. Royd flinched a little and his hand raised as if to push Mesmir’s hand away, but then lowered. Dr. Mesmir felt the thick, hard warmth of Royd’s manhood, the veins and smooth flesh hot beneath his fingers. He could feel the subtle tremors running through into Royd’s groin and enjoyed watching the little flexes of the bodybuilder’s huge thighs.

“Does that feel good, Royd?” Dr. Mesmir asked.

“Um..yeah...kinda” Royd answered a little uncomfortably as the doctor gentle stroked his cock.

“Good. Now....when you first came into my office, what would you have done if I had grabbed your cock?” Mesmir asked.

“Fucking punched you” Royd replied without hesitation.

“I see. Why aren’t you punching me now” Mesmir asked.

Royd’s face grew puzzled as he thought about it. “Um...I...I...I don’t know” he said, looking upset.

“Is it because your conscious mind would demand you punch me and now it cannot tell you what to do?” Mesmir asked.

Royd thought, then brightened, “Yeah! I can’t hear it”.

“Good boy” Mesmir said, watching Royd preen a little under the praise. “So, without your conscious mind telling you anything, how does this feel?” Mesmir asked, slowly but firm stroking Royd’s musclemeat.

“Good” Royd replied, a blush visible under his deep tan.

“Good boy. Now, if you were working out, would you find this distracting?” Mesmir asked.

“Yes” Royd replied.

“I see. So, a hardon is a distraction?”

“Yeah...kinda...I guess.”

“Okay Royd. If it distracts you, it takes away from your goals, right?”

“Yeah, I guess” Royd replied.

“And that isn’t good, is it?” Mesmir asked

“No!”

“So a hard on is a distraction and an interference?”

“Yeah..yeah...it is”

“I see. And you are here to overcome barriers and to break plateau’s right?”

“Right”.

“Good. And that can only be done with sacrifice, right?”

“Right”

“And the conscious mind has been silenced because it took away from achieving your goals, right?”

“Right”

“And a hard on is a distraction which interferes with achieving those goals then?”

“Right”

“Okay” Mesmir continued stroking the boybuilder’s rock hard cock with one hand and his other running lightly over Royd’s massive pecs and brickwork roidgut. “What happens if you don’t achieve your goals?”

“I don’t get bigger”

“Right, Royd. You won’t get bigger. But, more importantly, what is the opposite of getting bigger muscles?” Mesmir asked.

Royd thought a moment and said, “Um...I...I...get smaller?”

“Yes, your muscles will get smaller...but what else happens? If you don’t have muscle, what do you have?”

:”Fat”, Royd said, revulsion clear on his face. His hand reached for his huge muscled roidgut, as if for reassurance.

“Right! Exactly” Mesmir said, watching as Royd smiled. “So, if you don’t get bigger muscles, you get fatter. And, anything which distracts you from your goals will stop you from getting bigger muscles, so distractions and interferences cause what?”

“Fat” Royd again flinched and rubbed his abs and thigh, once again for reassurance.

Dr. Mesmir smiled at the bodybuilder’s reactions and continued stroking Royd’s meat, slowly, insistently, distracting the bodybuilder, causing little muscle contractions throughout his gym built body. He continued caressing Royd’s perfectly muscled physique, feeling the warm hard muscles, taking his time to run his hands over them.

“Exactly! You are smart to understand this! And, you told me you really, REALLY wanted to do something about the plateau and breaking the barrier, right”

“Right!” Royd said earnestly.

“Okay...now, pay attention to what I say next, Royd, because it is VERY important to you” Mesmir ordered, still working Royd’s thick warm meat, just enough to keep it hard, not enough to make the muscle man cum.

“Okay” Royd looked Dr. Mesmir in the eye, concentrating.

“You came to get bigger, to break a plateau. Your conscious mind was stopping you and now it cannot do that. It stopped you from getting bigger. Now it cannot tell you anything. Now you can get bigger. If you don’t get bigger, your muscles get smaller and you will get fat. Anything else that does what the conscious mind did and distracts you will interfere with your achieving your goals. So distractions will cause you to get fat, right?”

Royd followed the doctors words and logic and nodded emphatically.

“You don’t want that, do you Royd? You don’t want to be a fatboy, do you?”

“NO!” Royd all but shouted, horror on his face.

“Calm down....I am here to prevent that Royd” Mesmir said and watched Royd relax immediately. “I won’t let that happen to you!”

Royd stood there, shifting a little as the doctor continued slowly stimulating his manhood, glancing down at Mesmir’s hand working his proud shaft. Royd put his hand over the doctor’s as if to jerk off.

“Stop that, Royd!” Royd stopped immediately and dropped his hand back down.

“Pay attention Royd! See how distracted you are??” Mesmir ordered and Royd’s eyes snapped back to the doctor’s face as he realized that he was indeed being distracted from the help the doctor was providing.

“Good. Now, What is the key to your achievements in bodybuilding and your wonderful body so far?” Mesmir asked.

“Sacrifice”

“Right. So, by making sacrifices, you got your muscles to where they are”

“Right”

“If you hadn’t made those sacrifices, what would have happened?” Mesmir asked.

“I wouldn’t have muscles like this” Royd flexed proudly.

“So, to get even bigger, you would have to make more sacrifices, correct?” Mesmir asked, still working Royd’s throbbing meat, noticing the bodybuilder’s increasing frequency of uncomfortable shifts in stances as the erotic stimulation continued.

“Yes”

“And you want to get bigger”

“YES!” Royd said enthusiastically

“So you must make an additional sacrifice, right? Or it won’t happen” Mesmir smiled at Royd’ s handsome face

“Yeah...yeah right...RIGHT” Royd said, following the logic of Mesmir’s words.

“But you already sacrifice time, effort, diet, everything, don’t you?”

“I do”

“And you have hit a plateau?”

“Yeah” Royd look frustrated at the thought.

“But there is nothing else to sacrifice?”

Royd’s face fell and he reached and rubbed and flexed his pecs, “No...I don’t think so...”

“So, that would mean you can’t get bigger. If you don’t get bigger, what happens?”

Royd looked near tears. “I get fat” He flexed his legs and torso as if to confirm it hadn’t already happened.

“But, if I can show you something that you CAN sacrifice, would you do it?” Mesmir asked

“FUCK YES!!!” Royd said desperately, hope dawning on his face.

“Good! You are going to sacrifice something that distracts you and takes away from your goals and your achievements, something that interferes with your success. Are you committed to that?”

“ANYTHING doc, anything....I gotta do it” the Asian bodybuilder said with complete commitment.

Dr. Mesmir smiled. “Hardons distract, interfere and prevent you achieving your goals. That means that hardon’s do what else?”

Royd followed the logic and replied confidently “Make me fat” then his face reflected a dawning realization and he looked down at his engorged shaft, still being pleasurably stroked by the doctor. He stared at it like it was an enemy

“Right...so if you sacrifice getting hardons, you will not get fat, but will get bigger, right?”

“Right! YES!!!!” Royd said brightly.

“Good! So you must not have hardons any more. You must never get hard again. THAT is the sacrifice that will allow you to achieve your goals”

Royd looked puzzled and then sad as he looked down on his beautiful thick cock.

“You see, Royd. It is a distraction, isn’t it? My touching it distracts you, doesn’t it?” Mesmir asked.

“Yes” Royd said, realizing how true it was.

“And what will distractions do?”

“Make me fat!” Royd said with realization, suddenly pulling back from the doctor in horror. “STOP THAT!!! You’re making me fat!!!!” he yelled, his hand protectively over his cock while the other rubbed his ripped abs.

“Royd...give up the hardons and you will have nothing to fear. But, if you continue to have them, if you stroke or fuck and if you cum, you will get fatter and fatter. The only way to avoid that is to make the sacrifice and get bigger like you want. You must NEVER get a hardon again!” Mesmir ordered.

Royd stood, his cock erect, eyes wide open, staring at the doctor. Between the sculpted muscles of this thighs, his beautiful dick slowly deflated, going softer than it had ever been before. Royd stood defiantly.

“Royd, can you get hard for me?”Mesmir asked holding the deflated manhood.

“Nope” Royd said proudly.

“I bet I can make you hard” Mesmir said.

“No way!” Royd said smirking. “You can’t. No one can. No more hardons for me. I am not getting fat for anyone!!!”

“May I try to prove you wrong?”

Royd chuckled. “Go ahead”

Dr. Mesmir knelt down in front of the matured builder and said, “I want you to picture the most muscular man in the world sucking your cock” and began to suck the limp organ. Mesmir sucked and stimulated expertly, but it remained limp. He looked up at Royd and the bodybuilder was looking down, smiling, seeing only the most muscled mnn sucking him. Still, his cock didn’t harden

“Stop! You're just trying to make me fat!!! GET OFF MY COCK” he shouted and pushed Mesmir back, then stood there with his arms folder over his huge chest, legs spread slightly, triumph on his face. “No muscle-cunt is going to ruin my body!” he said defiantly.

Dr. Mesmir smiled. “Royd, you are doing so very well!!! He is gone now and you have nothing to fear”

Royd relaxed.

“But there is a problem, Royd” Dr. Mesmir warned.

“What?”

“Well, you are a man, a virile muscle man and sex is important, right?” Mesmir asked.

“Of course”

“Well, you can’t get hard anymore...”

Royd’s face looked shocked as he looked down at his limp cock and then to Dr. Mesmir, the sheer despair registering almost comically. Dr. Mesmir just smiled.

“And since you are bigger and more masculine than most, your sex drive must be much greater!”

Royd nodded, looking on the verge of tears.

“You NEED sex...a lot of it Royd. The bigger your muscles, the more sex you need!”

“I can’t!” Royd nearly sobbed “I can’t get hard! It will ruin me!!!” he cried as tears flowed down his face.

Mesmir put his hands around Royd’s incredible waist and pulled him closer.

“Calm down...I can help you so that you can have sex without getting fat”

Royd looked desperately hopeful “You can??”

“Yes. All you have to do is transfer the pleasure you feel when fucking from your cock to your ass. Can you do that for me?”

“Um...yeah...I think so” Royd replied and concentrated.

“Good...do it”

Royd continued concentrating. “Okay”

“Now, turn around”

Royd obeyed

Mesmir began to slip his hand between Royd’s magnificent glutes. He touched the bodybuilder’s hole and Royd gasped, a thick, needy, pleasurable sound. Dr. Mesmir chuckled.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Good. Now, Royd, turn around and listen carefully.” Royd obeyed. “You NEED sex....you need that pleasure. The longer you go without, the more likely you are to get a hardon”

“NO!!! NO FUCKING WAY!” Royd shouted, fear thick in his voice.

“Royd..listen...calm down.” Royd settled, but his handsome face looked defiant. “Your NEED for sex is HUGE...as big as your muscles! So, in order to alleviate that, you must allow someone to pleasure your ass because that is where all your pleasure centers are now”

Royd looked stunned, then embarrassed. “You mean I gotta get ass-fucked?” He said unhappily

“It is either that or a hardon” Dr. Mesmir smiled.

“NO!”

“So, how will you satisfy your NEED for sex?”

“Gotta let someone fuck my ass” Royd replied unhappily.

“Right. Why do you seem unhappy, Royd?”

“I am not a faggot”

“No, you aren’t. And you find it embarrassing to think of letting a strange guy fuck you, right?” Mesmir asked.

“Yeah,...exactly” Royd replied.

“But you aren’t embarrassed to be nude in front of me, are you? You let me stroke your cock, right? That was okay and felt good, right?”

“Y...yeah.”

“So, rather than be embarrassed to find any other guy out there to fuck your ass, why not just get me to do it because you aren’t embarrassed in front of me?” Mesmir said, watching Royd closely.

Royd pondered for a moment and then his face lit up. “Right! That would work!”

“So whenever you NEED sex, which is at least five times as often as any other man, who will you come to for satisfaction?”

“YOU!” Royd said confidently.

“Hehehe...good boy, Royd. Now, to sum up, your conscious mind can’t interfere, you will obey me because I will help you achieve your goals, you won’t get hardons any more because they will make you fat, you NEED lots of sex and I am the only one you trust to fuck your ass and alleviate that need, all of this so that you can get bigger like you WANT, right?”

Royd thought about the logic progression and said, “RIGHT!” with a bright smile.

“Good. Now, have you had sex today?”

“Nope”

“But you need it don’t you?”

“Um...yeah” Royd shifted uncomfortably, thinking of the sudden insistent tingling in his ass.

“Badly”

“Yeah” The sensation was getting more intense.

“Then bend over, grab your ankles and let me fuck your ass, Royd” Mesmir ordered

Royd stood still for a single moment, turned around and bent over, his magnificent ass ready to be fucked, the backs of his perfect legs striated and flexed. Mesmir took out his cock, his very hard cock, and poured some lube onto Royd's crack, letting it dribble deep. He then lubed his cock and let it slide between Royd’s glutes. Royd gasped as Mesmir’s cockhead reached his bud, and flexed from head to toe as it pushed against his hole, then penetrated, ever so slowly.

Mesmir continued a very slow but very steady penetration of Royd’s muscled ass, his hands gripping the man’s waist and back just above the flexed glutes.

With each half inch intrusion into his ass, Royd gasped and yet pressed backwards, his need for sex driving him wild. He knew he HAD TO HAVE IT...and that the Doctor was taking care of him, making certain he got what he needed. Royd felt more and more of the doctor’s cock ramming into him, withdrawing, then ramming harder and going a little further each time.

By the time the doctor was buried to his root, Royd’s ass was flexing and gripping the doctor’s cock like a fist, spasms like orgasm rippling the muscleboy’s frame as his limp cock dripped cum. He felt the doctor shoot hot seed into his virgin ass and let his magnificent ass milk the gorged cock till the doctor fell back, exhausted, sweating.

Royd stood up and turned, his tanned smooth skin covered with a sheen of sweat. He looked...sated, thought the doctor, as Royd approached him, slid his powerful arms under Mesmir’s then proceeded to kiss the hypnotist with a passion and intensity that matched the doctor’s unrestrained rutting of moments before.

When the kiss broke, the doctor took a moment to right himself and said,

“Royd, you must get dressed”. The bodybuilder did so. Once dressed the Mesmir gave his final orders.

“You will sit as you were in the chair. You will not remember any of this because your conscious mind cannot tell you. Yet, you will remember the instructions you received today and will live them, or you will not achieve your goals. When I say to you, "Muscleboy”, you will instantly fall into a deep trance such as you are in now, only deeper, do you understand?”

Royd nodded, post coital sleepiness in his eyes.

“You will wake refreshed, feeling good and your workouts will blast you past your plateau.”

Royd smiled

“And if another man tries to seduce you?”

“NO WAY!” Royd yelled. “Not gettting fat for some queer!!!!”

“Good boy, very good Royd. And when you get horny?”

“I come to you” Royd said, with a pointed look at Mesmir’s crotch.

“Excellent. At the count of three, you will wake refreshed and happy and feel better than you ever have 1...2...3..”

Royd woke. “Hey, doc. When do you start/’

“I am done’ Mesmir said

“Really? I don’t remember anything?” Royd said worried.

“Royd, go for a workout and you will see the difference” Mesmir promised.

“Okay doc.” Royd grinned. “I trust you”

“Good” Dr. Mesmir smiled. “Now, I have another appointment. Call me anytime you need anything, Royd”

“Sure thing doc, and thanks” Royd pumped the doctor’s hand and left. Mesmir consulted his appointment book and smiled. He walked into the waiting room and said, “Markus Ruhl, I am Dr. Mesmir. It is a pleasure to meet you....”

1.20.2009

01.20.09 First time I saw you was backstage at that contest


First time I saw you was backstage at that contest and I remember thinking to myself, that this tanned up, roids/HGH juiced musclemonster ready to go onstage is a major FREAK! You wore those doorknocker sized nipple rings onstage, pierced through your fucking huge thumb-sized nips and I thought to myself, "Who's that crazy motherfucker?". Now I know that you're the first raw bodybuilder with a complete different style than any other. Your inhumanly massive size, obviously you love your juice and that distended muscled roidgut that you refuse to suck in, the uber miniscule posers and of course the piercings, makes up your coolness. You fuckin rock Royd! Good to see Royd that you've not toned it down! Let's have more, more, more of this guy, let him pose all day. You belong in the circus. Looks like you've got something lethal in your posers there buddy, let's see that muscle in your posers flexed...now that's MUSCLE, that's an instrument for MASS destruction!

01.20.09 what they're saying about ROYD



"Amazing, uberhuge, ginormous musclebeast with no neck!"




"Looks as wide as high as deep; the biggest, strongest, thickest, massive muscleman ever seen!"




"Every single part of his body is massively huge, the head of his huge penis looks like it's about to burst out of his posers1"




"Hear he's only 5' 8", weighs 315 off season, and 275 in contest shape, SO damn HUGE and STRONG that he actually looks like a morph, a real musclemonster, what bodybuilding is supposed to be about and it's even better when roids are used to enhance that goal, and when it gets to be that big and bloated, it crosses over to be sexy! When roids are way overdone like this, it just becomes pure sex appeal - the bigger the better!"




"I prefer the bulked up off season look, and he is definitely in off-season shape, fuckin massive. I`d love to see him pose naked and judging from the size of his package in those posing trunks we`d be in for a treat. Bulge looks big even amongst those massive quads!"




"His huge stomach complements his whole look, it's a fuckin sexy muscled roidgut. In my opinion, this is how muscle men should aspire to look all the time, and not just off season."




"I hope someday that all the top bodybuilders will strive to look like this. There is nothing wrong, and everything right, with a 36 inch waist on a huge man like this. It is more masculine. I think bodybuilders look better in the offseason because they're bigger, beefier, bulkier and meatier! And he is exactly the way I like them!"

01.20.09 Wow Royd, what a tiny small string


"Wow Royd, what a tiny small string. G R E A T, that awesome suit is a work of art, to say nothing of the body! I love a huge bodybuilder like you in such small gear. Great looking pouch on the suit fits you like a glove! You fill it up well, and even showing your P.A. again, you look so good. And a great color for you! What a hot, sexy man you are!"