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.

major OINK!

OINK!

pumped

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shaun davis

Whatever's bothering me when I walk into the gym doesn't matter anymore when I'm walking out. Looking great is very uplifting, especially when other areas of your life may not be going as you'd like. Compliments or special treatment from strangers at unexpected times can do a lot for your mood and morale.

I hate traveling, especially airports, but I can recall many times being treated preferentially at airports just because I have a buffed physique. People treat you differently because they admire what you do and tell you so. And my being older makes me all the more a kind of novelty for people, I think.

pecman royd

Royd made the move to bodybuilding, but the same proved to be true. Because he had developed so freakishly large, especially in his monstrous chest, he outclassed himself. When he strutted up on stage, there was no one else in his Super-Heavy to "Unlimited" weight class. Actually, he was way beyond "Unlimited" and through the continued years of building his gigantic body and cumbersome muscles, coupled with techniques to constantly enlarge and expand his barrel-like chest, he crossed that fine line between being acceptable in the eyes of the general bodybuilding world and on into "freakish".

When he strutted up on stage with his chest inflated, puffed out like a proud peacock and stood under the posing lights, the crowd would simply gasp in utter amazement. Some would shriek and a few would scream as if terrified by his extreme development and size. No matter what pose he struck, or if he let his pecs relax as he transitioned into the next pose, his humongous and disproportionate chest muscles were just way too big for some people to fathom or appreciate. Even though his torso and rib cage girth seemed way, way out of proportion to his lower body; something akin to a comic book superhero, Royd's pectoral muscle mountains sat high, thick and wide on his powder keg chest. Even without pumping them up in the pre-contest backstage "pump room", his rotund, overblown pecs far eclipsed any other part of his giant structure, and all eyes were immediately drawn to them as they tense, roll, bounce, jiggle, sag, droop and shake with every move the man made.

He would always walk away with the "Best Chest" award, but because chest development became Royd's passion as he focused on building his pecs to the most extreme and distended proportions humanly possible, he was quietly asked by the physique contest promoters and judges not to enter. Privately, as Doug and I were about to see, Royd liked displaying his breathtaking chest and immense pecs to others obsessed with chest development and worship, and fully enjoyed every opportunity he had to show them off.

He would, at times, spend endless hours posing and flexing and checking himself out in the mirror. While doing this, he would perfect the fine arts of posing and muscle control, while at the same time, psyching himself up and dreaming of getting even bigger. He constantly worked to augment his chest size and find just the right angles to poke out his rib cage, throw back his mighty shoulders and hoist his chest higher and thrust it out further and further to exaggerate his thick, bulbous pecs.

Since physique contests were no longer his venue, Royd retreated to his cabin in the woods and promoted his way into the seamy underworld of soft-porn for chest-obsessed bodybuilders and live, private exhibitionism. We were coming here to his secluded cabin today to that end. I've had numerous encounters with Royd alone in the past, but today I was invited to bring a friend along; someone who, like myself, would respect Royd's privacy, but wished to fulfill a lust-filled dream to worship, touch and caress the muscular chest of a true giant.

Through my past sessions with Royd, I had come to learn just what sort of chest and nipple action the man likes and I shared these with Doug along the way. "The one best thing I can tell you Doug", I said, " is that Royd gets off on pec punishment and nipple torture WHILE he's working out and pumping up his chest. I know it sounds crazy, but somehow his pecs balloon right up freaking larger than ever when he's got someone there coaxing them, you know, punching them, grabbing them and also sucking and biting his nips. You won't believe how fucking huge they get and how large he can inflate his chest. You've seen morphed bodybuilder photos on the internet, you know, enhanced pictures that turn musclemen into implausible monstrosities. Well Royd IS a superb, fleshed-out example of what only other people DREAM of."

Royd's Cyber Lust For GB

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tears of frustration or tears of joy

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

and cum denied by you SIR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The taller guard slapped me in the face.

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

But this time i didn't stop.

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

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

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

He turned to the blacksmith, and continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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