iml 2009

more about me

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

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

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

roidgutted, bald Giannis Eleftheriadis

Masters asian bodybuilder

paco and his multi colored posers

yellow, my personal fav



green backstage



green onstage





blue



red

blond, tanned, muscled, tight shorts

vacpump vid

muscle correspondence

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

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

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

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

your roided boytoy
royd

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

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

have you been here yet?

http://roidedmuscle.blogspot.com

A true story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Royd's Bathhouse Breeding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ART = OINK!

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from the net

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

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

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

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

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

feelin' blue

FUCKING HOT backstage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was his animal now.

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

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

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

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

Answer as many as you like.

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

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

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

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

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

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

o I make sure cum is visible on my hole.

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

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

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

SIR make me your muscle pig hole

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

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

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

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

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

Never Too Big Royd!

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

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



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

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

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



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

Never Too Big Royd!

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LINK: http://www.mymusclevideo.com/system/view.jsp?vid=1474

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!

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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."